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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
THE MATING SEASON
Chapter One
The moon stared balefully from the sky. Paulita brushed back her
blonde hair. She looked up at the moon. ÒOh. You are so aristocratic,Ó she
told the luminous, partly-lit sphere. Looking at it made her shiver. There
was no doubt that the moon saw her, gazing down on her from its starry
heights. But did it care about her?
ÒI believe in God, not the moon,Ó Paulita told the lunar face. She
looked down at the dark sidewalk. Then, impulsively, she looked up again.
She felt almost helpless under the radiant face. Seeing it there,
omnipresent in the night sky, she trembled again. ÒBut youÕre there, and
for all I know God may be far away,Ó Paulita said.
There was a fizzing sound. A cold splash of water dotted PaulitaÕs
legs. ÒOh! Someone turned on their sprinkler!Ó Paulita gasped. She darted
to the left, toward the street.
There was the honk of a car horn. Then, as Paulita teetered on the
curb of the sidewalk, a stretch limo rolled by. It seemed not to notice her
as it passed, though it had nearly hit her. It sailed up the driveway to a
large mansion. Paulita stared after it. Someone came from the house.
They came out the front door and walked several steps across a covered
portico. They opened the limo. A man got out. He was over six feet tall
and he was impeccably dressed, wearing a tuxedo and top hat. Next a girl
got out and, immediately afterward, as if unwilling to permit her even a
momentÕs freedom, another man got out. Together the two men, plus the
person who had come from the house, shepherded the girl through the
portico and into the mansion. The girl wore a shimmering gown. She had
luxurious brown hair that spilled with abandon down her back. Yet her
wrists, in the glimpse Paulita got of her, seemed to be behind her. Paulita
felt herself envying her. To be so succulently dressed, with such beautiful
hair, and so finely escorted! She wondered what would transpire in the
house that evening, and almost wished the limo had struck her, in order
that its occupants might have been forced to make her acquaintance.
It was the following day, in the early evening, when Paulita was out
walking her familyÕs dog, that she passed the mansion again. Strolling
toward the house, along the same sidewalk but from the opposite
direction, was a man and a young woman. Paulita wondered if the couple
was the same she had seen the previous evening. The man was tall,
casually dressed. The girl was no longer wearing her gown, but shorts and
a t-shirt.
ÒOh. I wonder if they spent the night?Ó Paulita asked herself. Then
visions of what two people, of the opposite sex, might do together in the
depths of the night, in a fine big mansion, flitted through her mind.
Quickly Paulita scolded herself. She put the unbidden thoughts as far back
into her imagination as she could. ÒIÕm sure they didnÕt have sex,Ó Paulita
told herself. ÒWhy, they probably slept in separate bedrooms! And anyway
the guy looks so handsome. Surely if he were to love anyone, it would be a
blonde, despite that girlÕs pretty hair. IsnÕt it true that gentlemen prefer
blondes?Ó
The couple approached. The street was empty. Few cars were out at
this hour, in the dusk. It was a well-to-do neighborhood and those who
had jobs were either home already, or working late. Such was life among
the upper class. Employment was either something one didnÕt need, or had
well-arranged, leaving early, or, for those few who were newly arrived at
this station in life, it was something akin to slavery, demanding the long
hours that professionals such as doctors and lawyers knew.
The couple drew closer. Paulita noticed that the girlÕs legs moved
with a slight awkwardness, as if theyÕd been walking for miles. Yet the
man strode easily, and the couple did not look winded. In fact, given the
perfection of their hair and the newly-pressed look of their clothes,
Paulita guessed that they had only just stepped out of the mansion, and
perhaps were simply walking down to the street corner and back.
ÒTaking the air,Ó Paulita told herself, as she came close to the
couple. ÒYes. His hair is still wet, and so is hers, as if they just
showered. Surely it must be from a shower. For it hasnÕt rained here in
L.A. in months.Ó
ÒHello,Ó the man said. His voice was nonchalant. Paulita saw the
girl grip the manÕs hand more tightly, for they were walking hand in hand,
and she said, a little bashfully,
ÒHi.Ó
The girl had brown hair. It was long. ÒHi,Ó Paulita said in reply. She
smiled. The man and the young woman passed her. Then, abruptly, the man
turned.
ÒSay. Were you out walking last night?Ó the man asked.
Paulita stopped. She felt her heart thump in her chest. She turned.
No, she fairly spun on her heels, feeling a sudden delight. ÒHmmm?Ó she
asked, her voice an octave higher than normal.
ÒI said, were you out walking last night?Ó the man asked.
ÒYes,Ó Paulita said, her voice still too high.
ÒThen IÕd like to apologize,Ó the man said. ÒMy nameÕs Craig. Craig
Drake. I was in the car but... I had business to attend to. How wonderful
that I have a chance now to tell you how sorry I am. ItÕs the driver. He
had a bit to drink, I think, before he came to fetch us. Rather like Princess
DianaÕs driver.Ó
ÒOh. Yes!Ó Paulita answered. ÒSo terrible what happened to her.Ó
ÒWell at least it was her, and not some innocent bystander like
yourself. Again, IÕm so sorry. Would you like to come in and perhaps have
something to drink?Ó He gestured toward the mansion.
PaulitaÕs heart sang. She was terribly curious about the mansion,
which often had lavish parties. And now she had an invitation!
ÒOh! A drink? But IÕm only 14,Ó Paulita said. She felt downcast.
ÒA Pepsi then,Ó Craig offered.
ÒOkay,Ó Paulita said. Her gaze darted to the young woman. For the
first time, she noticed that the woman had a bruise on her left cheek. It
was small. The woman had attempted to cover it with powder, but it
looked as if something (a kiss, perhaps?) had brushed most of the powder
away. ÒOh. I hope IÕm not--Ó
ÒNo, please,Ó The woman said.
The man reached for PaulitaÕs hand. He took it, nonchalantly, and yet
with a sureness that made Paulita feel giddy. She felt his fingers clasp
hers as if she were some long-lost pet, whose master had suddenly found
her. Together they walked up the drive. The last bit of the sun slipped
below the treeline at the end of the street and the driveway grew darker.
Above PaulitaÕs head, the mansion loomed. She saw a light come on in a
third floor window.
ÒOh! ItÕs the biggest house on the block. IÕve always wanted to
visit,Ó Paulita said breathlessly. She turned to the man. ÒDo you own it?Ó
she asked.
Craig smiled. He looked down at her. ÒNo,Ó he said. ÒIÕm just
staying for a little while. But IÕm sure the owner wouldnÕt mind if I
invited you in.Ó
ÒPeople do seem to come and go here,Ó Paulita said. They mounted
the portico. They walked between the columns. Paulita imagined herself
in a shimmering gown, stepping out of a limo. ÒSo many parties! I think
my parents know the owner, but theyÕve never said much about it. Is it a
woman who owns this house?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Craig said. He reached the front door. He pressed on the
doorbell beside the door. There was the sound of distant chimes. Then,
without waiting for anyone to come to the door, Craig took hold of the
doorÕs handle and opened it. ÒPlease,Ó he said to Paulita. ÒAfter you.Ó
The house was luxurious. Paulita saw that the furniture was all
antique, authentic antique, as far as she could tell. The paintings on the
wall looked real too, not prints or reproductions but real art, painted by
up-and-coming artists with a sense of modernity yet a respect for the old
masters. As Paulita stood admiring the art, and letting her hand stroke
the top of a couch she was standing beside, she heard a rustling sound. A
woman entered the room. She looked to be in her mid-30Õs. She was not
dressed casually, as Craig and his friend were. Instead she wore a long,
dark gown. It had a high collar yet, inexplicably, the gathered front of the
gown fell low enough to reveal her bosoms. Only a bra, which was easily
visible due to the decollete nature of the gown, prevented the womanÕs
breasts from being nakedly visible. But the curious nature of the womanÕs
attire did not end there. The bra was not accidentally on view, Paulita
concluded, looking at it. The fabric was silk, and transparent, and then, as
if in a last-minute decision by the tailor who made it, flecked with bits of
nontransparent material, in the shape of little roses, which caused what
lay beneath to be both seen and, at the same time, depending on where the
roses were, unseen. The effect was to create a teasing display of the
womanÕs nipples, and the flesh which surrounded them.
ÒOh! Who is your new little friend?Ó the woman asked, looking first
at Paulita, and then at Craig. The man shrugged.
ÒA girl who was out walking,Ó he said. ÒWe almost hit her last
night, Dave and I. Just thought IÕd invite her in to apologize.Ó
The woman looked crestfallen. Then she recovered and, smiling in
perhaps a slightly forced way, she looked again at Paulita and said,
ÒOh! A resident. A neighborhood girl.Ó Without taking her eyes from
Paulita the woman asked Craig, ÒYou stepped out for a stroll, then?Ó
ÒYes. Just a stroll. WeÕd been in bed... I mean, we woke late,Ó Craig
said.
ÒOf course.Ó The woman answered. She forced another smile, having
let the first one fade. Looking still at Paulita she said,
ÒHow nice of you to visit! May I get you something? Something
before you leave?Ó
ÒOh! But I have just come!Ó Paulita replied.
The woman gazed at Paulita, who was still wearing her clothes from
school. The students were required to wear uniforms at PaulitaÕs school
and so Paulita had on her crisp white blouse, with the pink necktie, and
her pleated, checked skirt, that sheÕd shortened to show her thighs. Rising
to her knees were her white stockings and beneath them were her shoes,
which sheÕd had polished at the mall after school but had since put a scuff
on one of the toes, trying to kick a ball her brother had left in her familyÕs
driveway.
ÒOh yes. Well perhaps you would like a tour?Ó the woman asked
Paulita. The girl sensed a note of sarcasm in the womanÕs voice. The lady
shot a hard look at Craig. Then, remembering for the first time what she
was wearing, and the circumstances she was now wearing it in, her hands
flew to her chest. ÒOh! But I have not finished dressing!Ó the woman
exclaimed.
ÒItÕs alright,Ó Paulita said. She blushed. ÒIÕm a girl,Ó she told the
woman. At the same time she felt an odd feeling. The woman, though
sexily dressed, did not strike her as unfinished in her attire. Indeed, she
was positive the dress had been designed just that way, to show and to
tease, not to cover and hide.
ÒYouÕre both... quite well endowed,Ó Craig said. ÒAs is Amanda.Ó The
brunette holding CraigÕs hand grew red-cheeked. So did the woman who
was in her 30Õs.
ÒMy, such a lady killer! And with such appropriate comments!Ó the
woman in the decollete gown told Craig. ÒYouÕve managed to reduce us all
to blushes.Ó
Craig looked at the three women. ÒHmmm. So I have. Well, donÕt
worry about your breasts, Belinda. Come and have something to drink with
us.Ó
ÒOh I must get a shawl, or something,Ó Belinda, the woman in her
30Õs, proclaimed.
ÒIf you insist but really--Ó PaulitaÕs hand ran along the top of the
couch she was standing next to. ÒSuch beautiful furniture!Ó
ÒDo you like it?Ó Belinda asked. As quickly as sheÕd remembered her
gown, and how it showed off her breasts, she seemed to forget it. She
walked over to Paulita. She stroked the couch with her. ÒIt is genuine
cambric. A very delicate fabric. The wood is cherry, a hardwood but one
of the softer woods. I like soft woods. For furniture,Ó Belinda told
Paulita.
ÒYes!Ó Paulita said. She sensed an inner meaning in the womenÕs
words but could not fathom what it was. ÒIt looks very nice to sit on,Ó
Paulita said.
ÒPlease darling, donÕt let me stop you!Ó Belinda said. She gestured
to the expensive fabric. But Paulita only looked at it, and tugged at the
back of her skirt.
ÒOh, I think looking is best,Ó Paulita said. ÒI might-- I might hurt it
somehow.Ó Craig, standing now behind Paulita, cleared his throat. Paulita
sensed that the man had moved for a purpose, but she could not guess what
it was. From behind her he said, in a deep voice,
ÒIf youÕre afraid of your skirt being too rough for the fabric, you
could always raise it. You know, when you sit down.Ó
ÒCraig!Ó Belinda snapped.
ÒIÕm just making a suggestion,Ó Craig said. ÒShe probably has silk
underpants on. The couch is like silk. So it would be silk upon silk, and
nothing could possibly be damaged.Ó
Flushing, Paulita joined the discussion. ÒHe does have a point,Ó the
girl said.
Belinda frowned. ÒCraig always has a point.Ó the woman said.
Paulita looked at the woman. ÒMay I?Ó Paulita asked. Her fingers
fidgeted with the back of her skirt.
There was a long moment of silence, in which Belinda gazed at the
girl, at her rising and falling breasts, gently moving the starched front of
her blouse. She felt too the presence of the girlÕs fingers, moving beyond
her view, back and forth across the hem of her pleated skirt.
ÒYes. Why, if you wish to,Ó Belinda said finally. There was a squeak
from Amanda as Paulita drew up the back of her skirt and swiftly turned
toward the couch. AmandaÕs voice seemed like a final, half-hearted
protest. Or perhaps it was something intended to be said by way of
caution, but then gulped back at the last moment. PaulitaÕs cotton-
covered behind touched the sofa.
ÒActually my panties arenÕt silk, but they are pretty soft,Ó Paulita
said. She liked speaking of such things inside this big, richly appointed
house. And why should she not? They were all girls here, except for
Craig. And he was so hunky she enjoyed the prospect of teasing him just a
little.
ÒAnd how does it feel, upon-- upon your bottom?Ó Belinda asked
Paulita. She sensed that the girl wished to flirt and, after a momentÕs
hesitation, she decided to permit it.
Paulita squirmed on the couch. ÒIt feels very nice,Ó she announced.
ÒI donÕt think I ever sat on a genuine lamb brick couch before.Ó
ÒCambric,Ó Belinda said. She sat down beside the girl. She did not
lift her dress to do it, but the dress reached to her toes and was made of a
very expensive, soft material anyway. ÒDid you wish for something to
drink?Ó Belinda asked the school girl.
Paulita stroked the surface of the couch. ÒOh, not here! I might spill
it,Ó Paulita said.
ÒYou are very considerate,Ó Belinda said. ÒWhere do you live?Ó
Paulita smiled. Her cheeks were fresh, her blush lingered in them.
ÒUp the street. Second house on the right, after the big tree. 108.Ó
ÒAh yes,Ó Belinda said. ÒI think I know that one. Does it have a
brown roof? Red brick facade?Ó
ÒYes!Ó Paulita said. ÒMy roomÕs the third to the left from the door,
on the second floor. The front door, you know?Ó
Belinda smiled. ÒI think so,Ó she said.
They sat in the parlor, having tea. Belinda insisted on tea, saying it
would be much better for PaulitaÕs complexion. ÒYou have such a fine
face, dear,Ó Belinda told the school girl. ÒBut Pepsi will give you zits and
then where will you be?Ó A window was open in the parlor. They could
hear the sound of crickets, chirping in the back yard. Outside, dusk had
given way to night. A single lamp in the corner of the parlor lit the room.
It lit the room gently. Paulita gazed toward the open window and thought
she saw a star.
ÒOh, itÕs good luck!Ó Paulita said.
ÒLuck?Ó Belinda asked. She looked up from her cup of tea.
ÒYes!Ó Paulita insisted. She jumped up from her seat. They sat on
wicker chairs, and now PaulitaÕs pleated skirt was quite useful, for the
seat of the chair was ribbed with interlacing strips of wood. Paulita ran
to the window. She looked out into the yard. ÒOh it is a star,Ó Paulita
said. ÒIt is the first star IÕve seen tonight and, seeing it here, it will give
me very good luck, I think!Ó
Belinda stirred her tea. She seemed amused by the girlÕs
enthusiasm. ÒWell then so do I,Ó she said. ÒGood luck for my good
neighbor Paulita!Ó
The school girl returned to her chair. Belinda rose slightly from her
own, and gazed across the table. ÒOh, do you have a cushion in that seat?Ó
she asked the girl suddenly.
Paulita made to rise. ÒA cushion?Ó she asked. ÒOh no! Am I
damaging your chair?Ó
ÒNo, no, dear,Ó Belinda said. She looked at Craig. ÒHe took off the
cushion to-- ah, well, never mind. To play a game. With Amanda. Craig,
go get the cushion and put it back on. Poor Paulita! SheÕs been sitting
there fifteen minutes, with her bottom on that hard wood! Why didnÕt you
say something, dear?Ó
ÒOh I donÕt mind,Ó Paulita said. ÒYou should feel the chairs we have
to sit in at school!Ó
Craig went and fetched a cushion. As Paulita admired him in his
shirt, which was a polo shirt, and his tennis-style shorts, she wondered
about the game he had played with Amanda. Finally, after Craig had made
her lift her bottom so he could get the cushion under her, Paulita asked,
ÒWhat sort of game was it?Ó
Belinda looked up from her tea. ÒGame?Ó she asked.
ÒI mean the chair. Sitting on the chair, without the cushion,Ó
Paulita asked.
ÒThat is-- that is a very fine question!Ó Belinda said. Again Paulita
saw the forced smile, and wondered at it.
All this time Amanda had said nothing, only giving a slight squeak
when Paulita lifted her skirt to sit on the couch. Now, looking at the girl,
lifting up her eyes which had been mostly lowered since theyÕd met,
Amanda said, ÒIt is a game we play naked.Ó Her words were murmured,
barely audible. The girl seemed caught between wanting to say what she
said and fearing to say it. Her eyes briefly met Paulita. They seemed to
challenge the girl, as if to say, ÒIÕve done this. Can you?Ó
ÒNaked?Ó Paulita blurted. Craig cleared his throat. BelindaÕs forced
smile disappeared and she frowned. She looked at Amanda.
ÒPerhaps someone needs some good solid advice,Ó Belinda said.
AmandaÕs eyes lowered once more to her chest, her own chest, where
theyÕd been focused for most of the evening.
PaulitaÕs mind whirled. She knew now that Craig and Amanda had
spent the night. And, even though she was only 14, she knew the fun,
second-hand of course, which a man and a woman who truly loved each
other might have together. Now, as she shifted on her seat, contemplating
the softness of the cushion Craig had placed under her bottom, she
considered the plight of poor Amanda, who obviously was very much in
love with Craig, sitting naked on the strips of wood under the cushion.
ÒOh my it must have been a little uncomfortable,Ó Paulita said to
Amanda.
Belinda coughed. She looked into her teacup and said, ÒPerhaps it
wasnÕt uncomfortable enough.Ó
Paulita picked up a spoon. It was a silver spoon. She dipped it into
her teacup and moved the spoon in a swirling motion in the fluid. ÒIÕve
heard of people,Ó she said. ÒBad people. They play games where the point
is, like, to give spankings and things.Ó With her innocent, fresh-cheeked
face she looked up at Belinda. ÒHave you ever heard of such games?Ó she
asked. BelindaÕs breasts moved within the cupping silk of her rosette-
flecked bra.
ÒI donÕt think so,Ó Belinda said. Her hard-eyed glance, that Paulita
had seen once before, darted from the school girlÕs face to Amanda.
Paulita followed the womanÕs eyes. She saw again the bruise on AmandaÕs
cheek.
ÒOh! Did you fall?Ó Paulita asked the young woman. The young
woman did not lift her eyes to acknowledge the question. But, moving her
lips ever so slightly, and speaking in the tiniest of whispers, she
answered it.
ÒNo,Ó Amanda said.
ÒWell I do declare, she does need some good solid advice! Craig!Ó
Belinda said. The older womanÕs voice came out almost as a shout, as she
spoke the manÕs name. Abruptly Craig rose. He grabbed AmandaÕs arm. It
was a slim arm, model thin, and the girl resisted by tossing her hair and
tugging her arm away from him. Of course she was no match for Craig, and
her resistance, which did not break his grip, only seemed to enflame his
passion.
ÒYou have been told to behave!Ó Craig said angrily. Yet did Paulita
sense a certain happiness deep down in CraigÕs manner? She thought that
perhaps she did, yet she blurted, all the same,
ÒOh! IÕm sorry! I should not have asked!Ó
Belinda looked flustered. ÒNo! ItÕs alright. ItÕs quite alright.
Pleasant weather weÕre having, isnÕt it?Ó She looked at the school girl,
ignoring the tug of war between Craig and his lover.
ÒItÕs the same weather weÕve had for months,Ó Paulita answered.
She let the womanÕs gaze sink into her own. For some reason, as Paulita
looked at Belinda, she felt her eyes, her own eyes, flash. Was she
challenging this woman? What for? She had been so nice to her, letting
her sit on her expensive furniture, and getting a cushion for her, and
serving her tea instead of Pepsi, which might indeed have ruined her
complexion by giving her zits. And yet, and yet! Paulita felt as if she
were being treated like a child. Things were hidden from her that she was
curious about and yet Belinda was making every effort to keep her from
them, as if she were in preschool instead of junior high! Belinda felt the
girlÕs gaze. She perceived the adolescentÕs affront. The woman pursed her
lips, then let them fall open, then closed them again. Craig pulled less
firmly on Amanda, but still did not let go of her. Then, just as quickly as
sheÕd tried to cover up what was being exposed, the woman gave up the
fight. A sigh escaped her, which made her breasts, in her transparent bra,
quiver sexily.
ÒOh I knew this would happen someday,Ó Belinda said. ÒIt was
inevitable. I just didnÕt know which girl it would be.Ó
Belinda finished her tea. Paulita sat expectantly on her cushion,
listening to the crickets. Amanda held her spoon in her cup. She let it
clink against the side of the cup, making noise with a spoon since she was
apparently forbidden to express herself any other way. Paulita, who had
been studying BelindaÕs lovely bra, and the way it held and displayed her
breasts, looked over at Amanda.
ÒHow old are you?Ó Paulita asked Amanda. The brunette lifted her
eyes. She looked at Belinda. Then she looked at Craig. Finding neither
approval or disapproval in the eyes of either, she turned to Paulita and
said,
ÒIÕm sixteen.Ó
ÒOh! I thought you were older,Ó Paulita told the girl.
Amanda nodded. ÒIÕve always looked old for my age,Ó Amanda said.
Her voice was more confident now, still very soft but not the almost
inaudible whisper it had been previously.
ÒWell, isnÕt that amazing!Ó Paulita said. Her voice was honest,
clear, like that of an innocent school girl, which indeed she was. ÒI
myself have always looked younger.Ó Paulita looked down at her chest.
ÒUntil this summer, perhaps,Ó Paulita said. ÒWhen these grew.Ó
Craig coughed. Then he cleared his throat. As if suffering suddenly
from some weighty burden he managed to get out, ÒYou just grew them
this summer?Ó
ÒYes! I donÕt know why they got so big all of a sudden,Ó Paulita said.
ÒMy mom says theyÕre bigger than hers!Ó
ÒYou are well-endowed, as I myself am,Ó Belinda said. ÒBut you have
asked questions, which you seemed angry that I did not wish to see
answered. All right, I will not fight you. God knows, I donÕt want your
next slumber party to consist of you and your girlfriends sneaking into my
yard, in an attempt to satisfy your curiosity. So I will tell you.Ó Belinda
gazed at the girl, deep into her eyes. It felt to Paulita as if the woman
were still looking for some excuse not to speak. To tell of the things of
which Paulita had stumbled upon, and wished to hear more of. The girl
kept her eyes firm, even though she felt a little frightened of the woman.
When at last Belinda saw that she could not get Paulita to break their
stare, their visual challenge, she opened her mouth and spoke.
ÒNaked games,Ó Belinda said. ÒYes, we play them. And I should like
to tell you all about them, since youÕre my neighbor. But thatÕs just the
problem, you see, not to mention your age. Which, dear, is that of a
juvenile, whether you like it or not.Ó
Paulita looked at Amanda. ÒSheÕs 16,Ó Paulita said. She returned
her eyes to Belinda. The woman sighed.
ÒYes, so she is,Ó Belinda said. ÒI do not question my guestÕs choices.
Craig likes all females, irrespective of what the law may have to say on
the matter. I suppose heÕs like--Ó Belinda looked at the man. ÒLike a
pirate, with his red hair, and his red beard.Ó
ÒHe doesnÕt have a beard,Ó Paulita said. ÒHeÕs clean shaven.Ó
Belinda smiled. She lifted her teacup. ÒAh but you have not seen all
of him,Ó Belinda said.
ÒOh,Ó Paulita answered. Belinda noticed that her cup was empty and
she put it down.
ÒThere is something you must understand,Ó Belinda told Paulita. ÒI
am in my 30Õs. I am still beautiful, or so the men tell me--Ó
ÒYou are,Ó Craig offered.
ÒThank you honey,Ó Belinda smiled. ÒStill beautiful and shapely. But
you are 14, Paulita dear, fresh with the newness of young sprouting youth.
Your budded breasts, uptilted as if to poke men in their eyes. Your slim
belly, so slim I think I myself could snap you in two simply by grabbing
you too harshly about your waist. Your hips, flaring but still with a
childish narrowness. Your slender legs. Your elfin face, which, but for
your breasts, would make men think you no older than 12.Ó Belinda looked
at Amanda. ÒStop banging your spoon, dear. The cup is delicate,Ó she told
the young woman. Amanda put her spoon back down on the table.
ÒNow Paulita,Ó Belinda continued. ÒThere is also the matter of my
house. I am the owner, and although you are a privileged guest you are
still a guest. So what I am getting at, dear, is that there is a pecking
order here. If for nothing else than the sake of my furniture. And it is
this: myself, as owner. Then the men, such as Craig. Here we honor
males, in my house. We do not scorn them or belittle them, as modern
feminism does. And finally there are the girls, such as yourself. And the
clothing is apportioned in accordance with the pecking order, dear. As you
can see I am wearing a gown. Amanda arrived in a gown last night but she
did not keep it on for long. And now there is yourself, dear, in your darling
school girl outfit. I can explain everything to you but I have one
requirement first.Ó
ÒWhatÕs that?Ó Paulita asked.
ÒYou must undress,Ó Belinda said to the girl. She stared at her, and
Paulita could guess why. The woman hoped that now Paulita would back
down. Perhaps she even hoped that Paulita would leap up and run away.
But Paulita was feeling quite sophisticated, chatting about such things,
and she absolutely adored Craig. And she sensed that Craig had challenged
Amanda, to test her love for him, and that Amanda had met CraigÕs
challenge. So, despite a nervous gulp, Paulita said, in answer,
ÒUndress? You mean take off my clothes?Ó Paulita felt butterflies
in her tummy but she tried not to betray this feeling to Belinda.
The older woman frowned. She sensed defeat. Her voice grew a
little stern. ÒYes,Ó she said. ÒI will not mince words with you, young
lady. If you wish to stay, if you wish to learn the secrets of my house, you
will have to undress. Even then you should not expect to learn too much. I
must be cautious. I know your parents. But since you are so curious, I
will tell you what I can. But only if you undress. Then I will know that
you are not just a nosy brat, but someone contemplating joining me in my
quest for pleasure.Ó
ÒP- Pleasure?Ó Paulita couldnÕt help blurting.
ÒYes pleasure!Ó Belinda answered. She spoke like a bullfighter
suddenly gripping the bull by the horns, and aiming his blade. She pointed
to Craig. ÒDo you think I let this wonderful hunk of manhood go to waste?
Do you think Amanda does?Ó
ÒN- No,Ó Paulita answered. ÒBut do I have to take off my... my
panties? My bra and my panties?Ó
Belinda pushed back her chair. Craig rose, seeing her make to rise,
and walked over to where Belinda was sitting. Gallantly he held her chair
for her, an absolutely unneeded gesture, made all the more cavalier by its
lack of necessity. Belinda stood up. ÒThank you,Ó she breathed to Craig.
ÒWait here,Ó she said to Paulita. She left, and Craig, being brushed aside
by Belinda, returned to his seat. A moment later the woman returned. She
held in one hand what looked like a stick to Paulita. The woman drew
close to the girl and placed the stick on the table. It was smooth, and
round, and so long that both its ends stuck out beyond the tableÕs edges. It
was at the same time quite narrow, being in its roundness no thicker than
a pencil. ÒThis is a cane,Ó Belinda said to Paulita. ÒDo you know what one
does with something like this?Ó
Paulita shifted in her seat. She felt the cushion beneath her, and
was grateful for it, remembering the game Amanda was said to have
played with Craig.
ÒNo,Ó Paulita said honestly. ÒIs it used to pick fruit? I saw men
doing that once, in the central valley. They were knocking cherry trees
with long sticks, in order to pick the cherries. Not to have to climb up the
trees, I mean--Ó
ÒYes I know what you mean,Ó Belinda interrupted. The girlÕs
artlessness annoyed her. Children! So innocent, and yet so damnably
curious!
ÒThis is a cane that is used for disciplinary purposes, not for picking
cherries,Ó Belinda told the school girl. ÒIt is used on that part of the
anatomy on which you are now so comfortably sitting,Ó Belinda explained.
Paulita felt a shiver run up her spine. It radiated from her spine to her
breasts, making the points, cupped inside her bra, rise and press against
the lacy fabric. Then she felt the same thrill run back down her spine,
without leaving her breasts, and find its way between her legs. Without
even thinking, Paulita shifted her thighs apart. Then she closed them, but
felt a special thrill as she did so, making her sex wedge more tightly
between her legs. Her slit, her lipped entrance, tingled as her thighs
pressed the folds together.
ÒOh do you have to use it often?Ó Paulita asked in artless
wonderment. Her eyes grew large in her face. Her breasts heaved in her
blouse as she took quick, short breaths.
ÒI will tell you more when you have undressed,Ó Belinda said to the
school girl. ÒEverything must come off. Your pleated skirt, your white
blouse, your knee-high socks and your polished black shoes. Did you know
that youÕve scuffed one of your shoes? Your mother would not approve of
that, and neither do I. You are not in elementary school, are you?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Paulita whispered.
ÒYou are a young lady and are expected to behave in that fashion,Ó
Belinda said. ÒPerhaps that is why you saw that star, hmmm? It is your
good fortune to find someone who is willing to correct your mistakes. I
doubt your parents do. Otherwise you would not be here.Ó
Paulita looked at the cane, looked at Belinda. Then she looked at
Amanda and Craig.
ÒDo you really want me to take my things off?Ó Paulita asked.
ÒEvery stitch,Ó Belinda said. ÒSo that you understand the pecking
order I told you about. If they taught girls one on one, as I do, and had
their bottoms ever at the ready in the schools, there would be much more
learning going on in them, I can assure you!Ó
ÒThey are not allowed to spank us at school,Ó Paulita murmured.
ÒYes. The men are demeaned, and there are no spankings,Ó Belinda
said. ÒHave you learnt about feminism in school?Ó
Paulita gazed blankly at the older woman.
ÒWomenÕs rights,Ó Belinda said.
ÒOh! Yes,Ó Paulita answered.
ÒHere women have rights too,Ó Belinda said. ÒThey have a right to
obey. Now I order you to go and remove your clothes, or to leave. I will
chit chat no longer. Do one or the other. In either case Craig here will
escort you. Either to a bedroom, to undress, or to the front door. And
down the drive too, to see you off my property. Do not return if you leave.
I will not tolerate pesky, snoopy little girls poking into my affairs. But if
you are a young woman, if you are mature, as Amanda here is, then you
will allow Craig to take you into the bedroom. He will not touch you. Not
yet, and perhaps never if you fail the tests I will give you. He will simply
see that my orders are obeyed. Now do as I say, or donÕt, but donÕt just sit
there on your bottom. Your tea is finished. So is mine, and so is AmandaÕs
and CraigÕs. Our little parlor chat is over. Do you wish to be free of your
clothes, young lady, or do you prefer to conceal yourself in them, which
indeed is your right at this moment, and rush home to your mommie and
daddy?Ó
In truth, despite her challenge, Belinda indeed hoped the girl would
leap from her seat and depart. She did not care for the girl. She was too
pretty, too young, too strong-willed, in her artless school girl way, with
her flashing blue eyes. The girlÕs blonde hair, even in this soft light,
seemed radiant. It was as if this little brat were wearing a halo, which
would impute goodness to whatever she did, no matter how base. Belinda
felt at a loss before such a creature. She was dark-haired, and had come
late to sex, despite her good looks. She was shy, underneath her bravado.
It was easy to seem strong-willed within the safe confines of her parlor,
but outside of her home Belinda was opt to hide behind the man she was
with, to seek protection in his larger form, not to stand out in front of
him as she was now doing, ordering the handsome Craig about as if he
were a faithful stallion, and not merely an overnight visitor. Belinda
looked at Paulita. ÒHow can you stand up to me, you little imp? How can
you sit there and squirm and yet not run away, as I would have done, when
I was your age? And how can you look so perfect and good, as you
contemplate having your hiney whacked?Ó Belinda wanted to say to the
girl. But she said nothing. She felt she could say nothing. Not any more
than she had, at any rate. God knows, if she said any more she would
probably tell the girl to run to the police for protection!
Paulita blinked. She looked at Belinda. ÒDo you think-- do you think
IÕve been bad?Ó Paulita asked. ÒMy questions, I mean. And scuffing my
shoe, too. I was kicking my brotherÕs ball. I was hoping to kick it into the
neighborÕs yard, so heÕd have to go fight with their dog to get it back.Ó
Paulita gulped. She sat very still and waited for the woman to answer.
Belinda found herself admiring the girl even as she wished she would
leave. Admiring her figure, the way her face was titled up, the jut of her
breasts and how her breath gently moved them. Most of all Belinda found
herself admiring the girlÕs pluck.
ÒWe shall have to see,Ó Belinda said. ÒNothing more can be
discussed until you adopt the uniform of my house, just as you adopt a
uniform when you go to school. And you know what that uniform is.Ó
ÒN- Naked?Ó Paulita asked. Her blue eyes stared at the woman. But
there was no longer any challenge in them, any fight. Only a desire to hear
the answer.
ÒYes,Ó Belinda said gently. ÒIf you wish to learn.Ó
ÒI do,Ó Paulita said. Her eyes darted to Craig. She gulped.
They sat on the sofa together. PaulitaÕs bare bottom impressed
itself into the cambric.
ÒOh, itÕs so soft!Ó Paulita said.
ÒYes, dear. You have a perfect bottom and it deserves the best,Ó
Belinda said. ÒHowever there are a few things I must show you. The
implements, as we call them, that are used to teach girls like yourself.Ó
Belinda smiled. ÒWhen such instruction is needed,Ó she added. Belinda
opened a black leather bag. It was sitting at her feet, on a deep, authentic
Brussels carpet. The cane she had earlier shown to Paulita leaned against
the end of the couch. From the bag, Belinda drew a collection of sticks.
They were tied with a pink bow. Each was about two feet long. They had
nubs on them, unlike the cane. They looked rough.
ÒOh!Ó Paulita said. Belinda placed the sticks across the girlÕs legs.
Instinctively Paulita shut her thighs, lifting her arms up at the same time,
to cover her breasts.
ÒPut down your hands,Ó Belinda told the girl. ÒOpen your legs. It is
natural to be afraid of the birch. But you must touch it, if only a little,
and get a feel of it with your fingertips. Because if it is used, it will not
be your hands that feel it.Ó
ÒIt will not?Ó Paulita asked blankly.
Belinda smiled. ÒNo, my dear. This is another of the items that is
used to correct girls in my house. When they misbehave. Or, sometimes,
when a man wishes to be entertained, which happens sometimes. Then,
since you have the right to obey, you will, and it will be that which you
are sitting on which will feel these birch rods.Ó
ÒOh! These branches? On my bottom?!Ó Paulita cried. Her naked ass
shifted on the couch, first with alarm, then with ginger apprehension.
Belinda watched the girl, watched the quivering of her breasts, and the
way her teats remained stiff at their points, despite her fear. She
watched too the way Paulita opened her legs wider, letting her soft-lipped
sex show. Her fingers traced the hard nubs on the branches, first gingerly,
then with a sense of exploration, as if they were small penises, begging
for the girlÕs attention.
ÒYes. Right on your bottom, dear,Ó Belinda said finally. ÒI will be
having dinner soon. We cannot talk all day. You will serve, I think. Yes,
that would be a fine first lesson for you. I will of course insist that you
serve me in the nude, to keep our pecking order intact. But simply because
you are without clothing does not mean you will not be expected to
observe all the points of fine dining. You will serve in an exact and
punctilious style, as a fine young lady should. Have your parents taught
you how to do this?Ó
Paulita gulped. ÒNo,Ó she said, after seeing to lose herself for a
moment in blushing thought.
ÒI thought not,Ó Belinda said. ÒManners are discounted these days.
But not in my house! We are civilized here, even if the rest of the world
isnÕt. Of course if my dining experience is marred in any way, you will
have to answer for it. I give you a choice, just in case. Would you prefer
the cane, or the birch?Ó
ÒThe--Ó Paulita gasped. Her eyes darted to Craig. She might have
run away then, just as Belinda perhaps wished her too, but seeing Craig at
this moment changed her mind. He stood stiffly beside the couch, ramrod
straight like a fine servant but with a visible bulge in his crotch. She
well remembered how heÕd undressed her, in the bedroom. His hands were
knightly, kingly! HeÕd carefully removed every inch of her clothing without
once violating BelindaÕs order by touching her skin. As if she, Paulita,
were something precious... like fine china or a perfect vase.
Belinda stroked the birch rods. She did this even as Paulita
continued to touch them. ÒThe birch delivers a multitude of stings at
once, when it connects with oneÕs bottom,Ó Belinda explained. She saw
that PaulitaÕs hands were shivering on the wood and she gently clasped
them. ÒHowever, its sting feels worse than it is. One might suffer, and
indeed it is suffering, for quite awhile under the birch, and have few
marks afterward. On the other hand,Ó Belinda continued, Òthe cane is like
a hot branding iron. It only touches one small part of your bottom when it
strikes, but it impresses itself into oneÕs skin very easily. Weals are
easily formed. The skin swells quickly, in thin long stripes, and as little
as a second blow in the same place can cut you. Of course I do not believe
in drawing, as it is called. But I cannot help the viciousness of the
implement. It will insist on leaving its mark.Ó
Paulita felt the buds under her fingers, and BelindaÕs hands clasping
her. She shivered, and her breast buds, already stiff, seemed to stiffen
further. ÒOh, I should not like either! Unless it is needed,Ó Paulita gasped.
Belinda leaned forward. She kissed the girlÕs nose.
ÒYour bare skin against the birch. It is such an uneven match,Ó
Belinda said pityingly.
ÒYes. Yes. I think I shall have, if you have to I mean-- I think I shall
have the birch,Ó Paulita said.
Dinner was served. Belinda wore her fine gown, with the decollete
front. She added two strands of pearls before dining, which loitered upon
her breasts like rare white eggs left by small birds. Hummingbirds,
Paulita thought, as she served the woman. Paulita was naked. She had
been, however, allowed one small adornment. A pink strand of ribbon, tied
about her bare neck. Other than that she was without any clothing at all,
not even shoes, her feet padding bare on the rug and her breasts wobbling
as she worked. Down her back, which was naked, her blonde hair hung free.
It had been freshly brushed before dinner, at BelindaÕs insistence, and
Amanda had been tasked with making up the girlÕs face. And so there she
was, little Paulita, feeling very mature and sophisticated, serving her
first seven course meal, but at the same time feeling bashful, for Craig
and Belinda and Amanda could see every inch of her, from her delicate
virgin sex, tight between her legs, to the inviting prominence of her
childishly high bottom.
ÒYes. Very good. You are doing quite well so far,Ó Belinda
complimented Paulita.
ÒThank you, maÕam,Ó Paulita answered. She kept her eyes lowered,
as Belinda had said was expected of a fine waitress. Amanda giggled.
Belinda frowned and looked at the girl.
ÒYou have something to say?Ó Belinda asked the brunette.
ÒNo, maÕam,Ó Amanda answered. She fidgeted in her chair. Belinda
leaned to the right. She lifted a corner of the tablecloth.
ÒAh. CraigÕs hand has strayed to your lap. I see,Ó Belinda said.
ÒCraig, dear, is dinner itself not enough to amuse you?Ó
Craig withdrew his hand from the girl beside him. ÒYes,Ó he said.
ÒI think perhaps it is not,Ó Belinda said. She stabbed a slice of meat
on her plate, using her fork. ÒStand up, honey. Unzip yourself. If you
cannot sit still, if you insist on having entertainment, I see no reason why
you yourself shouldnÕt be the entertainment. Let me see your excellent
penis. I should like a bit of cream in my coffee. Paulita, take him my
cup.Ó
The blonde obeyed. As she placed BelindaÕs cup at CraigÕs place she
looked at him. She smiled.
ÒWhat are you smiling at?!Ó Craig asked angrily. He was standing
now, his chair shoved back. He fumbled with his zipper.
ÒNothing,Ó Paulita said. She lowered her eyes again.
ÒOh my. I think Craig cannot get himself open,Ó Belinda said.
ÒPaulita dear, you must be ready to help the guests when you see such
things. Bend over and give him some assistance. Use your teeth. Do not
defile your hands fiddling with a thing like a manÕs zipper. Your hands,
after all, are needed for serving my dinner. Use your mouth and open him
up. Then, when he is free, I want you to lick him until he is nice and hard.
Again, keep your hands off him. Use just your tongue on his penis. Then
let him take over. I want him to massage himself for awhile. My coffeeÕs
too hot anyway. It would kill what he has to offer, if he were to make a
deposit now. However, on my command, he will relieve himself. He will
do it in my drink. His sperm, of course, which is rich with protein, not his
pee which is simply waste fluid.Ó Belinda licked her lips. ÒYes, I probably
just need a good cup of coffee, not all this meat. But perhaps I will have a
little of the meat. If only to compensate for the fact that I have two
young females as my guests, and they may get the lionÕs share of the meat
before our night is out.Ó
To PaulitaÕs heartbeating surprise, Craig stroked himself throughout
dinner. He was like a great living statue, still in his polo shirt and shorts,
but with his big, heavy penis hanging out stiffly over the table. Paulita
did not have to lick him to make him hard. He came out of his zipper hard.
But at BelindaÕs insistence she licked him anyway, in order, as Belinda
said, ÒTo give him a bit of stimulation, without over-stimulating him and
making him spill.Ó
Craig did not touch himself at first. He waited for Paulita to ready
him. He withheld his hand, letting her run wet streaks up and down his
considerable length with her tongue. It was something Paulita had never
done before, tasting a man. She found that she did it with relish. The only
drawback to doing it was that it made her want to touch herself, between
her legs. But she was already stark naked and not about to finger herself
in front of six pairs of strange eyes!
Craig took over, after Paulita had wet him. He gripped himself with
his fist. He could not begin to get all of his length within the confines of
his fist and so he made a rather silly sight, with his hand on his cock and
yet the length of it sticking out beyond his grasp, both in front and in
back, like the hand of a monkey clasping a Chiquita banana.
ÒUnh,Ó Craig grunted. He worked himself like a farmer might work a
donkey, hoping to sell its seed. Up and back, up and back.
ÒDo not make any noises,Ó Belinda told Craig. ÒI expect good
manners even from those who are enjoying a moment of pleasure.Ó
When dinner was over, Craig was ordered to cum. This disappointed
him. After manfully withholding himself, he was not eager to see his
virility lost.
ÒOh, but it will not be lost! I will drink it!Ó Belinda told Craig.
ÒYes, but--Ó Craig answered.
ÒAt first you seemed eager to spill,Ó Belinda said.
ÒYes, at the beginning of dinner. I was desperate,Ó Craig said. He
looked at Paulita. ÒShe is so beautiful.Ó Paulita, holding a used plate,
which she had just picked up from the table, blushed. ÒBut now IÕve
survived. Despite her tongue, and my hand,Ó Craig said. ÒIt seems such a
waste.Ó
ÒAlright,Ó Belinda said. She smiled at Craig. ÒI will give you a
choice, then. I have not had a chance to enjoy you yet and I am looking
forward to it.Ó
ÒBut last night we fucked--Ó Craig said. ÒYou told me it was good.Ó
Belinda touched her hair, like a woman about to enter a church. ÒIt
was good, darling, but a simple act of copulation is not enough to satisfy
me. And I have asked you before, last night I think, not to swear in my
house. There is enough debauchery here without swear words being used
also. So I will give you a choice, for my entertainment and to help you
learn not to cuss. You may spill yourself in my coffee. Or you may remain
stiff. But if you choose the latter, then you must put yourself at my
mercy. You must let me torture your wonderful cock.Ó
Craig looked down at himself.
ÒTorture--?Ó he stammered.
ÒYes,Ó Belinda said.
ÒOh, please do not!Ó Paulita blurted. She darted to CraigÕs side.
Hastily she put down the plate she was holding and she clasped him about
the waist. Belinda watched the plate. Amanda watched it too. It was
perched on the edge of the table, almost half off it.
BelindaÕs smile re-appeared on her face. ÒPaulita, you have much to
learn,Ó she told the girl. ÒI will expect you to be obedient in all things and
that includes not speaking unless you are asked. Do you understand?Ó
Paulita looked at Belinda with wide, innocent eyes. Near where her
arm was wrapped around CraigÕs waist, the manÕs penis hung, just below
her arm and with a beard of hair adorning its root. The manÕs trembled.
His cock twitched. Paulita felt CraigÕs shudder and looked down at his
dick. She watched it alertly, like a bird gazing at a big, oversized worm.
ÒYou misapprehend my intent, which surprises me,Ó Belinda said.
Her eyes fixed on Craig. ÒSurely you, sir, should know whereof I speak.Ó
BelindaÕs eyes darted to Amanda. Meaningfully she gazed at the girlÕs
cheek. Amanda, sensing the womanÕs stare, reached up and touched
herself. She touched the bruise on her face.
ÒI... got carried away last night. ThatÕs all,Ó Craig said. Paulita
suddenly understood the origin of AmandaÕ bruise. She gasped.
Nonetheless, she continued to hug the man who had inflicted the harm.
ÒPerhaps she deserved it,Ó Paulita told herself.
Belinda touched her hair again. It was perfect, done up in a chignon.
The woman did not need to touch it but she did it as an affectation, to
emphasize her calm in the face of the trembling of her guests.
ÒAh, I thought it was intentional,Ó Belinda said. ÒThen you are more
of a novice than I imagined, Craig. You are in need of training. You all are,
I should think. Such innocents! Yet I must be careful in such times as
these, particularly with minors.Ó Belinda arched her brows. She gave
Craig a disapproving look, as if to say, ÒYou have gotten me into something
I find disagreeable sir, and now I find myself right at the edge, at the
precipice, ready to leap and afraid of it.Ó Belinda cleared her throat. It
was a high, nervous sound. It sounded to Paulita like the noise a drowned
woman might make, just before the waves take her. Then the woman
continued: ÒTwo guests. One 14, the other 16. One of them my neighbor,Ó
Belinda said. She smiled wryly at Craig. ÒI do not question the ages of the
females my guests bring to my house but surely I must draw the line when
the girl is so young, like Paulita here, and a neighbor girl.Ó
ÒOh, I wonÕt tell anyone!Ó Paulita begged. Then she scrunched up her
nose. What was she asking for, anyway? To be tortured? A minute ago
sheÕd clasped Craig round the waist, in an effort to spare him!
ÒAlright, you three,Ó Belinda said, suddenly coming to a decision. ÒI
will give you the training you need, all three of you, in the ways of love.
And of pain,Ó she added. ÒBut not here. We will take a trip, the four of us.
But not today,Ó Belinda said. ÒI want there to be a cooling off period. You
three will dress now, and you will leave.Ó
ÒBut--!Ó Craig gasped. He was as hard as stone. Paulita glanced at
his dick. How did Belinda expect the man to put THAT away?
ÒYes, you will go home,Ó Belinda said. ÒIf you decide that training is
in your best interest, a week from now you will return. We will go
together to Mandalay. There is a resort there, by the sea, where we can
take in the sun and relax. When weÕre not...Ó Belinda paused. Her eyes
flashed. A smile tickled her lips. ÒBusy,Ó she added.
ÒBusy,Ó Amanda echoed. Her voice was soft. It sounded to Paulita as
if it were far away, but in fact the girl was sitting right next to her,
within touching distance.
ÒMandalay,Ó Craig uttered. His voice sounded pent-up, choked, in
sharp contrast to BelindaÕs calm.
ÒYes, Craig,Ó the woman said. She gazed at his dick, stiffly erect,
his balls obviously paining him though they remained out of view in his
shorts. ÒMay I remind you, Craig, what the penalty is in Mandalay for
having sex with underage girls?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Craig said.
ÒEmasculation,Ó Belinda said. She smiled. ÒIt should add a bit of
spice to what I intend to do to you, hmmm?Ó
ÒWhatÕs--Ó Paulita began. Amanda turned to her.
ÒIt means they cut the guyÕs dick off,Ó Amanda said.
Paulita looked shocked. She felt as if she might vomit. ÒJust for
having sex with me?Ó she blurted.
ÒMmmm. And me,Ó Amanda said.
ÒIt makes some men think twice before they unzip,Ó Belinda said.
She looked at CraigÕs face. ÒSome men,Ó she added.
ÒYou are a sadist,Ó Craig said to Belinda.
ÒMe?Ó the woman said, surprised. ÒNo, I just like excitement.
Anyway itÕs not me whoÕs bedding young girls. And I donÕt have anything
bothersome between my legs, that constantly has to be sticking itself into
things.Ó
ÒOh, but I should have to ask my parents!Ó Paulita said. Belinda
fidgeted with the tablecloth.
ÒI know a modelling agency,Ó Belinda told Paulita. ÒI shall contact
them. YouÕre very pretty. You should be photographed. The agency will
contact your mother, in a few days, regarding a photo shoot.Ó Belinda
smiled, wryly. ÒDonÕt worry, my child. I have your motherÕs number. IÕll
give it to the agency.Ó
ÒOh, IÕm to be a model?Ó Paulita asked, confused.
ÒNo, dear. You are to be trained. But the agency will provide a
convenient cover for you trip. And who knows, perhaps a few photos will
be taken while weÕre there. As I said, youÕre very pretty.Ó
ÒOh I should like to be a model!Ó Paulita exclaimed. She turned up
her face, which had been regarding, out of the corner of her eye, CraigÕs
massive erection. She beamed at the man. At his eyes. He smiled back,
shakily. His thoughts were still on Mandalay, and its laws.
ÒYes, so then IÕm sure all three of us will be able to go,Ó Belinda
said. ÒIf, that is, we want to.Ó Belinda tugged on the table cloth. The
plate, which Paulita had so precariously balanced on the edge, suddenly
dropped off. It hit the floor. It broke in two, despite the plushness of the
rug. ÒOh, my! Such carelessness. That was a very expensive plate, young
lady,Ó Belinda said to Paulita.
ÒOh, but I did not--Ó Paulita began.
ÒDid you not place it there, where it could easily fall?Ó Belinda
asked.
ÒYes but--Ó
ÒThen not another word,Ó Belinda said. ÒI have told you before about
not speaking unless you are spoken to. However, I shall not deal with this
matter today. We will take it up again in Mandalay, if indeed you should
choose to come, young lady.Ó Belinda rose. ÒGood day,Ó she said to her
guests. ÒI shall expect to find you three gone in a minute. What
troublesome guests you have been! Two girls under age, and a man who
refuses to cum when I tell him.Ó She sighed. ÒI suppose I shall have to
forego my coffee now. A pity.Ó
In the bedroom, Paulita wanted Craig to touch her. But she was shy
and did not know how to ask. So, with his dick hanging out, he dressed her,
in her school clothes, with the same gentle reverence heÕd used in
undressing her, half an hour before. Paulita helped Craig stuff himself
back into his shorts once she was dressed. Paulita gave Craig a quick kiss
on his chest, just before they left the bedroom together. He sighed. He
patted her hair. She wished he would scoop her up and take her back into
the room and toss her on the bed, but Belinda was waiting for them, in the
hall. She escorted them to the front door of her home.
In the driveway, Craig made to part from Paulita. He put Amanda in
his car. He then turned to Paulita.
ÒPerhaps it is best if you walk yourself home,Ó Craig said to the
girl. ÒYou are only 14. I am over 20.Ó
ÒYes. Alright,Ó Paulita answered. She stared hopefully at Craig.
ÒBut will we--?Ó she asked.
ÒYes. Next week,Ó Craig said. ÒWhen you have permission.Ó
ÒYes.Ó Paulita answered. ÒOkay. If I get permission.Ó
ÒOf course,Ó Craig replied.
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