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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
AMSTERDAM DAMSELS
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Chapter Two
We stood before a large wooden door. We were in Belgium. ÒThe
cherry of Europe,Ó Kali had told me it was called. Belgium, that is. Well,
it had one more cherry now. Me. Not my cunt, though. IÕd lost that cherry
a year ago, with an ambitious boy in junior high. But my virgin butt, as
Kali was quick to teach me, counted as a cherry too. And my mouth. ÒTwo
out of three isnÕt bad,Ó sheÕd smiled at me on the plane. ÒTwo more than I
have.Ó I liked her. She was frank, yet elegant. I could discuss the most
intimate things with her without feeling dirty. Naughty, maybe, but not
dirty. IÕd asked her a lot on the plane. SheÕd told me incredible things,
said that was just a little of what IÕd know if I stuck with her. Well, I
was stuck with her now, at least for this trip. She was totally paying my
way, from an advance, she said, from the customer we were to meet.
I gulped. The front door of the house we were waiting in front of
opened. It creaked. A lady greeted us and let us in. She was older, a maid.
ÒHelp,Ó as they are called. I wanted her to help me out of my predicament
but knew it was too late.
We were led into a study. A young man sat writing at a desk. He
looked up, startled. Then he smiled. Kali smiled back. I forced a smile
from my lips. He was quite handsome, but I was nervous. Kali was pert,
chic. The man stood and walked out from behind his desk. He was taller
than either of us. I looked up at him, scared. Kali was forthright. Her
eyes gazed into his, her pug nose upturned, her lips sweet and hiding
nothing.
ÒIÕm Alex,Ó he said. He extended his hand in greeting. Kali nodded,
took it, felt it, examined it. As if looking for signs of his life force in the
lines of his palm. She passed his hand to me. Anxiously I shook it, my
fingers limp. He squeezed my hand. It hurt a little.
ÒI am under stress,Ó he said, turning again to Kali. ÒI have inherited
a great deal of money. My father died recently, leaving me all his
businesses. A Robert Maxwell type, with as many debts as assets. I have
had to make many decisions. I need...Ó His eyes wavered. He seemed
afraid to ask.
ÒWhy donÕt you visit a dungeon?Ó Kali asked. Her voice was smug,
diffident. As if she didnÕt care. As a six-year-old IÕd said that to a nerd
once. He had no girlfriend. ÒGo to a singles bar,Ó IÕd snapped, playing with
my Play-Doh. When I turned eight I started making penises out of my
Play-Doh, but then I was too young to know.
Kali sat on the corner of AlexÕs desk. Her skirt was short. Her
thighs showed, right to the tops of her stockings. You could see her garter
snaps where they held her stockings up. They were frilly, soft. Her legs
were like sheathed cinnamon, well-tanned. I guessed she had tan lines
underneath her clothes, where her shifting breasts and hidden cunny
waited. Kali flipped through a phone book. Alex stood, watching. I drew
close to him, clasped his hand. It was moist. He looked down at me. His
eyes caught mine, then dipped lower. My jacket was half-unbuttoned. I
wore no blouse underneath, just a corset. It did not cover my breasts. He
contemplated me. I knew I should leave at once. I was no whore, no tart!
But instead I caught sight of his bulge, his cockstand, buried in his pants,
rising up, a lump in his trousers. I gazed at his bulge as he gazed at my
curves.
ÒCome here, you naughty girl! Dial this number for me!Ó Kali
beckoned. With a blushing face I dropped AlexÕs hand and wandered over to
her. To maintain my innocence I let my finger rise to my mouth, catch in
the corner of my lips.
Kali was not fooled. She reached down behind me, in back of me. She
yanked up the back of my miniskirt. ÒSee? She wears no panties,Ó Kali
said to Alex. I reddened. I turned my head and regarded my bare tushy
over my shoulder. AlexÕs eyes settled on my snowy globes and he smiled a
manÕs smile.
ÒYou made me,Ó I said accusingly to Kali. In hunching over to lift my
skirt sheÕd let her own slide up farther. Her legs were spread and you
could see her crotch between her thighs. Pink translucent panties, cupping
a quim I guessed was already wet. I knew I was. I was trembling with my
excitement. There was an ache in my belly now, not butterflies.
My dress hiked up, my cheeks huddled, cleft and softly naked, Alex
unzipped his trousers and pulled himself out. I emitted a little scream. It
was of fear, but of admiration too. He was massive! His thing pronged out
at me, manly, eager, throbbing with lifeblood and dripping already at the
tip.
ÒPut yourself away, sir!Ó Kali scolded. SheÕd let him take it out,
though, perhaps to size him up, to see what we were in for. I did not like
at all what I was in for. SheÕd told me IÕd have to lose my cherry on this
trip, my butthole cherry.
ÒNot with him,Ó I whispered to Kali. My eyes were pleading. She
smiled. Alex, stuffing himself back into his trousers with much
difficulty, overheard.
ÒWhat? You will damn well screw with me!Ó Alex blurted. He was
the manager again, the CEO.
ÒShe means her ass, Alex,Ó Kali said soothingly. ÒSheÕs an anal
virgin. DonÕt you think youÕre too big to pop her? YouÕre a monster!Ó She
grinned. There was wickedness in her grin.
ÒI didnÕt mean to yell,Ó Alex said. ÒI need to get away from that. My
employees all hate me, right now.Ó
ÒDonÕt worry, I can help,Ó Kali replied. She purred like a cat. ÒI can
see I have my work cut out for me, with Hercules here, and Sleeping
Beauty.Ó She gave my bare bottom a slap. ÒCall this number!Ó Kali
ordered. I looked down at the phone book. ÒAuthentic London Dungeons, in
Holland!Ó it read. There was a merriness in its tone. Carefully I looked at
the number and punched it into the phone on AlexÕs desk.
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