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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
FEVERED FALL
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Chapter Three
I was still mesmerized by the Tommy the Tugboat song. It did have a
pretty catchy tune, I thought, even if it was stupid:
IÕm Tommy, and I Tell!
ThatÕs why All is Well!
I patrol the harbor,
Nearer and farther,
And Tell everything I see!
Nothing gets by Me!
ÒToot! Toot!Ó I said.
ÒHuh?Ó Brad asked. We were in the kitchen. I was drawing Tommy
at the kitchen table, waiting while he fixed us sandwiches. IÕd offered to
do it, but Brad had said Ôno.Õ I baked my first pie last night, and after Brad
ate it, he threw up. So he wasnÕt trusting me to make him anything today.
I guess when the recipe said Òflour,Ó and I couldnÕt find any, I shouldnÕt
have put in baby powder instead. But I figured, if it was good enough for a
babyÕs bottom, shouldnÕt it be okay for a grown manÕs stomach?
As I colored in my drawing of Tommy I sat thinking about him. He
was always saying ÒTell! Tell!Ó but who exactly was I supposed to tell?
ÒAuntie,Ó I said under my breath, to myself, pretending to Tell.
ÒAuntie, thereÕs a man twice my age whoÕs fucking me.Ó
ÒWell, dear, give him to me,Ó my auntie would no doubt reply.
ÒNo, thanks,Ó I answered her, in my imagination.
(I snuck up on our house today, after school, to make sure Brad
wasnÕt Doing It to her again.)
And if I told somebody at my school, that would just get my auntie
in trouble. And Brad too. I didnÕt want that.
ÒTommy, youÕre dumb,Ó I told my drawing of the tugboat.
ÒIÕll be finished with them in a minute,Ó Brad, his back turned, said
to me. ÒTheyÕre very excellent sandwiches. They take a while to make.Ó
ÒNo rush,Ó I said. ÒWe can combine them with dinner.Ó
ÒHo, ho. It wonÕt take that long,Ó Brad said. ÒDo you think your aunt
wants one?Ó Rebecca was out back, sunning herself by the pool.
ÒNope, because I donÕt want to have to wait that long for mine,Ó I
answered. ÒToot! Toot!Ó
ÒWhat?Ó Brad asked.
ÒItÕs what Tommy the tugboat says,Ó I told him. ÒHe says we gotta
Tell on strange men who are twice our age and fuck us.Ó
ÒFine,Ó Brad said.
ÒToot! Toot!Ó I said.
ÒQuit saying that,Ó Brad told me, still working on our sandwiches.
ÒIÕm going to say it every time you come near me, to keep myself
Protected,Ó I told him. ÒMaybe Tommy will hear it and save me.Ó
Brad finished our sandwiches. He turned around and walked over to
the kitchen table, where I was drawing. He looked great; just wearing his
swimsuit, no shirt, barefoot, all muscled with a perfect tan. As he drew
close, to hand me my plate, I leaned back away from him.
ÒToot! Toot!Ó I said.
ÒWhat?!Ó Brad asked. He put down my plate on top of my drawing.
ÒYouÕre getting too close,Ó I warned him. ÒAnd donÕt put that on top
of my picture!Ó
ÒSorry. I thought you were using it as a place mat,Ó Brad said.
I slid my drawing of Tommy out from underneath the plate heÕd set
down. I held it up.
ÒSee? This is Tommy the tugboat!Ó I said.
ÒYes, Mrs. Picasso,Ó Brad answered. He sat down in the chair beside
mine.
ÒToot! Toot!Ó I declared.
ÒWhat now?Ó Brad asked.
ÒYouÕre too close!Ó I warned him. ÒYou need to sit on the other side
of the table. IÕm just a little girl. YouÕre a big man.Ó
ÒYouÕre a little baby,Ó Brad said. He got up. He went around and sat
down in the chair across from me.
ÒToot! Toot!Ó I said.
ÒWhat?Ó Brad asked, frowning.
ÒTommy still thinks youÕre too close to me,Ó I said. ÒNot me, but
him.Ó I held up my drawing.
ÒIÕm eating outside, with a mature adult,Ó Brad told me. He got up.
He grabbed a soda from the refrigerator and walked out of the kitchen.
I scurried after him, taking my sandwich and my picture with me.
ÒToot! Toot!Ó I hollared. ÒWherever I go, you gotta move away,
Ôcause IÕm just a little girl!Ó
We went outside, Brad striding ahead, me following, yelling, ÒToot!
Toot!Ó Rebecca was lying in a chaise lounge on the patio. She looked up
from behind a fashion magazine.
ÒI donÕt need a sandwich, Brad, dear,Ó Rebecca said.
ÒNo, but I need some peace and quiet,Ó Brad said. He sat down in a
chair next to hers. I sat down in one next to him.
ÒChloe, are you bothering Brad?Ó Rebecca asked me.
ÒNo,Ó I said in a small voice. I began eating my sandwich. Then I
leaned toward my boyfriend. ÒToot, toot!Ó I whispered.
ÒAUGHGH!Ó Brad said. He jumped up.
ÒWhatÕs the matter?Ó Rebecca asked.
ÒYour niece is acting like a baby,Ó Brad said.
ÒNo IÕm not. IÕm just saying Ôtoot toot,Õ I said. Brad stormed inside,
leaving his soda. I took a sip from his can.
ÒHoney, are you being a nuisance?Ó my aunt asked me.
ÒUmm, ummm,Ó I said, shaking my head ÔnoÕ and biting into my
sandwich. ÒAnyways,Ó I said, when IÕd gotten a big mouthful of my
sandwich between my cheeks, ÒWhat good is having a boyfriend if you
canÕt bug him?Ó
ÒPlease donÕt talk with food in your mouth, Chloe,Ó my aunt said. I
swallowed.
ÒSorry, auntie. But IÕm just playing,Ó I told her.
ÒI know,Ó she said. She smiled. She went back to reading her
magazine.
Indoors, Brad put on some music, loud, so he wouldnÕt be able to hear
me if I said Òtoot tootÓ again.
ÒIÕm done with my happy meal!Ó I announced. ÒLetÕs play!Ó Carefully
I laid out the game boards IÕd gotten from McDonaldÕs. There was one for
each person, plus one in the middle, for everyone to move their tokens
around on. It was ÔMy Special Day,Õ for getting an ÔAÕ in school, and so I
got to choose the game and make up the rules.
Brad sat down. He was eating some leftovers from dinner. Rebecca
sat down beside him.
ÒWhat is this, spin the bottle?Ó Brad asked. He was unhappy that he
couldnÕt watch football on T.V. But Rebecca told him we had to do just
what I wanted, since this was my special day.
ÒThis game is called ÔMate with Me Monopoly!Ó I said proudly. ÒI
made it up myself.Ó
ÒWhereÕs the money?Ó Brad said. ÒYou canÕt play Monopoly without
money.Ó
ÒIn this game you can,Ó I replied.
ÒOh, great. How in GodÕs name--Ó Brad began.
ÒBrad. Be nice!Ó Rebecca told him.
ÒA Monopoly game, as modified by a little girl. IÕm sure this will be
much more interesting than football,Ó Brad groused.
ÒYouÕll see, Bradley,Ó I told him. I grinned at him.
ÒDonÕt call me Bradley,Ó he said. He frowned at me.
ÒOkay, stink hole,Ó I said. Rebecca giggled. I cleared my throat.
ÒNow, not only is there no money in my Monopoly, thereÕs no need for any
of those property cards either.Ó I had two pair of dice in my hands. I
shook them with both hands and sent them flying across the cocktail tray
we were using as a flat surface. (Since we were all sitting on pillows in
the living room, on the carpet.)
ÒSix!Ó I said, reading the dice.
ÒHey! Who said you can go first?Ó Brad asked.
ÒItÕs my special day,Ó I told him proudly. ÒStink hole.Ó
I counted out the six spaces, moving the dime that was serving as
my token.
ÒOr-- Or,Ó I said, bending close to read the square IÕd landed on.
ÒIt says, ÔGo to JailÕ,Ó Brad told me.
ÒNo it doesnÕt, Bradley!Ó I said.
ÒIt says Oriental Avenue, dear. Would you like to buy it?Ó Rebecca
asked me.
ÒOh, goodie!Ó I said. I clapped my hands. ÒThat means I own all three
of those light blue properties: Ore Avenue, V Avenue, and that long one at
the end, C Avenue.Ó
ÒCunt etiquette Avenue,Ó Brad said.
ÒConnecticut Avenue,Ó Rebecca said.
On my own copy of the Monopoly board, I drew a big red C through
each of the light blue properties. (For my name, ÒChloeÓ.) I told Rebecca
and Brad to do the same on their copies of the Monopoly board.
Rebecca rolled the dice next.
ÒSnake eyes!Ó Rebecca cried. She picked up a penny.
ÒDonÕt use the penny. Use the nickel,Ó I told her.
ÒWhy?Ó Rebecca asked me.
ÒBecause I want Brad to have the penny, because itÕs the cheapest!Ó I
told my aunt.
ÒDear, donÕt be mean,Ó Rebecca said. ÒI like the penny. IÕm going to
use it for my token.Ó She counted out two spaces. ÒCommunity Chest.
What happens now, Chloe?Ó
ÒYou have to do a sexy dance,Ó I told her.
We watched as Rebecca did a belly dance. She only had on her bikini
and as Brad watched it he grew a lump in the front of his Speedos.
ÒIÕll bet you wouldnÕt get one of those watching football,Ó I said to
Brad, pointing at his groin. He cleared his throat and blushed.
ÒThis game does have some benefits,Ó he said. ÒBut I still think a
game of Monopoly, using the boards we got free from McDonaldÕs, and
moving pennies and nickels around, must be pretty dumb. Especially if the
whole thingÕs been invented by a girl who still likes Happy Meals.Ó
ÒJust wait,Ó I told him.
My aunt finished her dance and sat down. Brad rolled next.
ÒSeven!Ó Brad said. ÒI rolled more than anybody! IÕm in the lead!Ó He
moved his token forward seven spaces. ÒChance,Ó he said, reading the
square heÕd landed on. ÒWhat do I get?Ó I fell on the floor and laughed.
ÒYou get a slap on the ass!Ó I said.
ÒWhat?!Ó Brad cried.
ÒPull down the back of your swimsuit. Rebecca and me both get to
slap your bare buns!Ó I told him. My aunt made him obey. We both whacked
him as hard as we could with our palms.
Brad settled his behind on the floor with a modest amount of
discomfort after my auntie and me had both slapped him. Then, as I
prepared to roll the dice again, he grabbed the piece of paper from me that
IÕd written the rules on.
ÒHey!Ó I cried.
ÒI want to see these damn rules, so I know whatÕs going to happen,Ó
Brad said. He looked at everything IÕd written. It said:
PUNISHMENTE FOR what SQUARE you LAND on:
Baltic Avenue - Masturbate yourself.
Income Tax - Everybody rubs food on your genitals.
Any Railroad - Lick everybodyÕs bottom hole.
Community Chest - Do a sexy dance.
Chance - Get a slap on the ass from everyone.
Oriental Avenue - Everybody splashes cold water on your genitals.
Jail - Everybody loads your butt crack full of ice cubes.
Virginia Avenue - Everybody fondles your genitals.
New York Avenue - Run around the house one time, naked.
Kentucky Avenue - Go to the bathroom in front of everyone.
Marvin Gardens - Lick everybodyÕs genitals.
Pennsylvania Avenue - Rub your genitals against everyone elseÕs genitals.
Boardwalk - Be penetrated by all the malesÕ penises, and all the femalesÕ
tongues, in your pussy. (If youÕre a male, penetrate all the females with
your cock.)
ÒHey, wait a minute,Ó Brad said, reading my paper. ÒIt doesnÕt say
anything at all here about anybody owning property. Chloe, since you
landed on Oriental Avenue, you have to let everyone splash cold water on
your pussy.Ó
ÒYEEEEEK!Ó I shouted. Rebecca took the paper from Brad and looked
at it. I drew myself up on my knees.
ÒChloe,Ó Rebecca said. ÒI know you want us to chase you around my
house. But I donÕt want anything broken. So, if you want us to keep
playing, I want you to promise not to make us have to chase you. Also, if
weÕre going to be using water, IÕd like to take a moment to spread out a
mat on the floor so we donÕt get the rug all wet.
ÒOkay,Ó I said, hesitantly.
ÒIÕll get the water!Ó Brad crowed.
When they were ready to splash me, they pulled open the front of my
panties. I was wearing my bikini. I watched, wide-eyed, as they poured
ice cold water into the front of my swimsuit. I screamed. Rebecca
laughed and held her ears, my scream was so loud.
ÒThis game is getting pretty good,Ó Brad admitted. He looked over
my paper again, after IÕd been doused. ÒWhat happens if somebody lands on
Vermont Avenue? Or on one of the other properties you donÕt have written
down?Ó he asked me.
ÒItÕs the same for all three,Ó I said. ÒConnecticut, the V one, and the
Ore one.Ó
ÒConnecticut, Vermont, and Oriental?Ó Brad asked me.
ÒYes,Ó I said. ÒAny of those that you land on, you get cold water
splashed on you.Ó
ÒGreat,Ó Brad said. ÒWhat about Jail? What happens if youÕre just
visiting?Ó
ÒItÕs the same as being in Jail,Ó I said. ÒThereÕs no Ôjust visitingÕ.Ó
ÒOh,Ó Brad said.
ÒHow do you decide who wins?Ó Rebecca asked me.
ÒHe who cums is out,Ó I said. ÒOr we can just play until weÕre
exhausted.Ó
ÒHmmm,Ó Rebecca said. ÒYouÕve made up a very naughty game, dear.Ó
ÒYep!Ó I said. ÒJust wait Ôtil Brad brings all the guys over from his
fraternity at college! Then itÕll be me, having another special day, and
them!Ó
ÒIÕm not even in a fraternity... yet,Ó Brad said.
ÒWell, join one,Ó I said. ÒI want to play my game with all your hunky
friends at college. Tell them they can play a special Monopoly game with
the prettiest girl in eighth grade!Ó
ÒI donÕt think theyÕd want to play with a girl who still eats Happy
Meals,Ó Brad said.
ÒI just thought the prize was cool,Ó I told him. ÒA glow-in-the-dark
moon pendant. ThatÕs pretty cool, donÕt you think?Ó
ÒYeah, but it comes in a Happy Meal!Ó Brad said.
ÒTomorrow, Bradley, since itÕs my special day, youÕre going to eat a
Happy Meal with me, so I can have three glow-in-the-dark moon pendants!Ó
I tugged at the one around my neck. I liked the feel of it, hanging there. I
hoped the living room lights were getting it nice and charged up so it
would glow all night when I went to bed.
ÒTomorrow isnÕt your special day anymore,Ó Brad said.
ÒIt is if I win this game,Ó I told him.
ÒYou just might,Ó Rebecca told me. ÒA whole fraternity house,
indeed! You might ask me before you do that, dear.Ó
ÒCAN I?Ó I said.
ÒLetÕs play this for now,Ó Rebecca answered. ÒThis is quite dirty
enough, thank you.Ó
We played. I won. The next day Brad ate a Happy Meal for me, so I
could get another glow-in-the-dark pendant. But Rebecca said IÕd have to
wait until I went to college before I could play Monopoly with all the
hunky guys in the fraternity.
ÒThen IÕm going to get very good grades, so I can go to college early!Ó
I told her.
ÒFine, dear,Ó my auntie replied.
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