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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
THE FRUITS OF DESIRE
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Chapter Sixteen
Bobbi and Sue roused the girls from bed. It was daytime now, and
had they been prisoners awaiting execution they would have already been
dead, Amanda reflected, as she was drawn from the bed by Bobbi pulling on
her arm. But they were not to be killed, only tortured. Amanda gulped.
She wasnÕt sure which was worse. A killing would be quick but torture
might last for a very long time. She looked at Kelli.
ÒIÕm sorry,Ó Amanda said to her niece. She had never intended for
her own adventurous spirit to involve her little niece. She was so young!
Amanda wanted to reach out and grab her and whisk her away from this
awful place. But her hands were bound with steel cuffs behind her back.
Amanda looked at Bobbi, who was straightening her stockings. ÒPlease,Ó
Amanda said. Surely one female should understand another female on a
point such as this, protecting her niece from a man who was over 50.
ÒHold still,Ó Bobbi replied. She adjusted the stocking on AmandaÕs
right leg. ÒMmmm. These are so pretty! Too bad theyÕll have runs in them
soon,Ó Bobbi murmured.
Patrick stood up. He had been sitting in the shadows, in a
comfortable chair, but now he rose up and squared his shoulders and
looked at the girls.
ÒYou are both going on a grand adventure today,Ó Patrick said to the
girls. ÒThere will be a certain amount of pain but I do not wish for you to
be excessively frightened by it. Always remember that it is being applied
because it is necessary to your development. Just as the piercing of your
hymen involved pain, and the birthing of children, which you have yet to
experience, involves pain, so too does this. You will both place yourselves
in my hands and trust me to be not gentle, for that is not possible, but
rather, not so brutal that you are permanently harmed. Have faith
throughout your ordeal. Have faith that I am punishing you only to the
extent necessary to broaden your horizons. And also have faith that I am,
by my actions, more fully developing you both as young women. You will
both be more confident when I am through with you. By having faced this
ordeal, which is in fact pretend, though the pain is real, you will be able
to face the real challenges of life, which wear down and destroy so many
people.
ÒNow once we leave this room you will not speak. Any speaking will
be considered a violation. In addition, you should know that when you
return to this room, later today, you will be in quite a different state. You
are both frisky with the morning at present. I can see it in your eyes and,
quite salaciously, in your nipples. Later today, when you return, you will
both be very tired. You will require much sleep. Also, you will be quite
tender. Your nipples will ache as if they have been sucked all day by a
hungry babe and your cunts will be exhausted, as if from having given birth
to twins. In addition to this your bottoms, which you are, I should hope,
quite proud of, will be well marked. Currently they are white and
flawless but when I am finished with you the cheeks of your asses will
show my handiwork. It will eventually fade but in the meantime you will
want to cooperate with Bobbi and Sue as they apply poultices and cream to
your behinds to help them recover. I do not intend to leave any permanent
marks on your skin but I should warn you that sometimes, in the heat of
training, I can become overexcited and get carried away. In such a case
you should regard any residual mark as a proof of your beauty, for it is
only the most extraordinary beauty which inspires me to heights of
uncontrollable passion.
ÒIn addition to your flogging you will be expected to provide me with
entertainment, as I hope you have already discerned. This will of course
involve your sexual parts, since that is the part of yourself that I find
most appealing. In addition to your breasts and cunts, I will of course
focus on your bottom hole. At the end of your ordeal your bottom hole will
not feel as it does now, all perfect and snug and tight. Instead it will be
fatigued, its rubbery ring stretched and tested. A girl must learn to serve
her lover not only with her cunt, but with all parts of herself; her palms,
her mouth, and yes, even with her tight little rear hole.Ó
Amanda and Kelli gasped. Instinctively they tightened their behinds.
At the same time they blushed, for although they were clad in stockings,
of the finest silk, and pretty garter belts with rosetted straps, they were
both bare bottomed. Their asses felt the cool morning air upon them. Both
girls wondered, as they stood by the bed feeling chilly, if the man standing
before them was really going to follow through on his words. Or perhaps
it was all just an elaborate ploy. He had, after all, been especially nice to
them for the preceding three days. He had treated them like princesses.
Sexual princesses, to be sure, but it was fun to be sexy sometimes. Now,
however, when they should have been at their most mistrustful, they found
themselves mesmerized by him. They could both feel their will being
drawn into his. They were no longer complete, they felt, without this
gentleman who saw to their every whim, and who pushed them to be lovely
sexual creatures.
At a command from Patrick, Bobbi bent down. She lifted a corner of
the rug that was beside the girlÕs bed. It was a throw rug, and by lifting it
she exposed a silver key. AmandaÕs eyes widened.
ÒYes,Ó Patrick said. ÒThroughout the long night the means of your
escape has been only a few feet away. Did you know I fell asleep once,
last night? Bobbi and Sue were out emptying the chamber pot and I dozed
off. Were you awake then? Did you know that by simply rolling out of bed
and sitting down on the rug, and lifting the corner of it, you might have
freed yourself? Surely an alert victim, who felt truly victimized, would
have not failed to notice when I fell asleep. She would have tried anything
to free herself. She would have searched this room as best she could and
she would have found the key.Ó
Amanda swallowed. She did not like the implications of what
Patrick was saying. Nervously she shifted her weight from one high heel
to the other. She looked down at her feet. She found herself admiring the
shoes Patrick had given her and her blush deepened. Bobbi, meanwhile,
stepped behind Kelli. She inserted the silver key in KelliÕs handcuffs.
CLICK.
KelliÕs handcuffs unsnapped. The girl looked astonished. She pulled
her wrists free and let the cuffs fall to the floor. She brought her wrists
out in front of her. Gratefully she rubbed them. Then she watched as
Bobbi undid AmandaÕs cuffs.
There was a dresser in the room and Patrick walked over to it. He
opened one of its drawers. From this drawer he drew out two pairs of
gloves. They were white, matching Kelli and AmandaÕs stockings and
garter belts. Patrick handed the gloves to Sue. She gave the smaller pair
to Kelli, and the other pair to Amanda.
ÒPut them on,Ó Patrick said to Kelli and Amanda. ÒIt is my intent
that you both should always be at your prettiest. Even when I am putting
you through the most extreme trials.Ó
ÒOh! But really we must wash first,Ó Amanda insisted, resisting the
gloves Sue pressed into her palm.
ÒPut on the gloves,Ó Patrick said. ÒBobbi and Sue will give you both
sponge baths. You have no need of your hands.Ó
As Amanda and Kelli slipped on the gloves, which were leather, and
which felt cool on their palms and fingers, Bobbi took several rags from
the dresser. These she bound around each of the girlsÕ legs. She did Kelli
first, tying the rags right at the top of each of KelliÕs stockings. Then she
did Amanda. Sue left the room. She returned several minutes later,
carrying a bucket. In it was warm water, and a sponge. As Patrick
watched, smoking a pipe in the shadows of the bedroom, where the sun had
not yet reached, Bobbi and Sue took turns wiping Kelli and Amanda with
the sponge. They wiped each girlÕs face, lightly. Then they wiped each
girl under her arms. After this they wiped Kelli and Amanda between their
legs. Finally they wiped each girlÕs bottom, smoothing the sponge over the
cheeks and pressing the sponge into each girlÕs bottom crack.
Amanda thought the preparation was finished as she felt the sponge
daub her bottom hole, but it was not. Next Bobbi went to the dresser and
took out a bottle of baby powder. Along with this she took out a small,
soft palm-sized cushion. Kelli and Amanda were made to lie on the bed, on
their bellies. Bobbi powdered their bottoms. Then she patted their asses
with the cushion, to spread the powder evenly over their cheeks. She even
sprinkled powder in the girlsÕ bottom cracks, and upon the sweetly
dimpled rosette of each girlÕs nether hole.
ÒOooh! I donÕt need any powder there!Ó Kelli whined.
ÒShhhh,Ó Bobbi told the 13-year-old girl.
The preparations continued. Amanda and Kelli were perfumed. Their
features were highlighted with makeup. Even their nipples were rouged,
to give them a salacious appearance.
ÒYou girls would not need your nipples rouged if you were each going
to wear a bra, and a blouse,Ó Patrick smiled. ÒHowever, where you are
going, your sexual parts will not be hidden, but on display. This will more
keenly attract the eye of the gaoler, whose job it will be to punish your
most intimate parts.Ó
ÒOh! Are we not to be... to be...Ó Amanda could not bring herself to
say the word ÔpunishedÕ as she felt Bobbi tickling her nipple with the
brush that was applying the rouge. Finally she managed to conclude her
sentence, omitting the word ÒpunishedÓ and simply saying, Ò...by you?Ó
ÒI have misled you on this point,Ó Patrick said. ÒDeliberately, IÕm
afraid. It is true I will have a hand in your punishment. But, really, I am
much too gentle a man to give you the true flogging you need. For this I
have retained an Arab.Ó Patrick paused. He watched as Amanda and KelliÕs
nervousness grew more pronounced. Their eyelashes, which were now
heavily mascaraÕd, fluttered. Their cheeks, painted with rouge, blushed a
deeper red. Their necks tightened and Patrick guessed they were
swallowing down their saliva. ÒHe is a convict,Ó Patrick said. ÒA no-
nonsense fellow. He will give you your training in an unsparing fashion. It
is important that you obey him in all things, as well as myself, for he has
spent many years in prison, and is accustomed to seeing that orders are
followed to the letter. The fact that he is now giving the orders, instead
of taking them, is of no consequence to him. For in prison he won the
wardenÕs favor and was put in charge of a prisoner work detail. So in fact
he is accustomed to giving orders, though until recently he was behind
bars.
ÒNonetheless he will have the same expectation of you girls that I
have. Namely, that you always strive to look your prettiest, however you
may be treated.Ó
Bobbi and Sue finished making up the girls. Then Bobbi refastened
each girlÕs hands behind her with handcuffs. Kelli and Amanda were so
frightened by now that they offered little resistance. Patrick stood near
them, taller than them both, calmly smoking his pipe. His ColonelÕs eyes
peered at them. It seemed to the girls that he was peering into their very
souls.
Patrick escorted Kelli and Amanda downstairs. He placed himself
between them, and gallantly took each girl by her arm. He walked with
them as if to some sumptuous ball. The girls walked unsteadily. Not only
were they balanced on high heels, but their hands were useless to them,
being firmly locked behind their backs. Nonetheless Amanda felt heady as
she felt PatrickÕs grip on her arm. She was still a princess, despite the
fact that her nipples were rouged, her bottom was bare, and her pussy was
becoming embarrassingly wet.
Downstairs, the girls heard horses neighing. They were startled
when Patrick, escorting them through the front door of the house, brought
them face to face with a carriage. It was horse-drawn, and the girls
sighed at the beauty of the two horses.
Patrick brought the girls down the flight of steps in front of his
house. Then, turning to Kelli, he asked the girl,
ÒShall we take a Sunday drive?Ó Without waiting for her reply, he
gave her a push on her bottom. Kelli was propelled up the wooden steps
that led into the carriage.
ÒWhere to?!Ó Kelli asked. She said this as she tottered up the steps,
almost losing her balance. Her ass wiggled in an exaggerated way from
her unsteadiness and her big breasts flopping to and fro.
ÒThe barn, actually,Ó Patrick grinned.
ÒOook!Ó Kelli shouted. She nearly fell at the top of the steps but
managed instead to wobble into the carriage and plop down on a leather
seat. ÒOooh!Ó she announced, as her bare ass landed on the morning-cold
leather.
Amanda made as ungainly an entrance into the carriage as her niece
had. PatrickÕs hand felt her cheeks as he propelled her up the steps. He
caused her to fall onto the leather seat much as her niece had and, in the
same way her niece had discovered the chill of the leather, Amanda did
too.
ÒOoooh!Ó Amanda gasped.
Patrick seated himself between the girls. He put his arms around
them both and drew them warmly to him. Bobbi and Sue, meanwhile, came
down the steps in front of the house. Then they mounted the wooden steps
leading into the carriage. They wore blouses, each with a peplum
attached. This last garment was little more than a ruffled decoration,
circling the waist but leaving the bottom quite bare. As each girl wore
stockings but no panties, Bobbi and Sue both issued a brief Òoooh!Ó as they
sat down on the carriageÕs leather seat. However the girls had ridden in
the carriage before, and so their Òooooh!Ó was rather more dignified than
the alarmed, almost cow-like ÒOoooh!Ó that both Kelli and Amanda gasped
out.
A strange interlude now ensued, as the carriage waited for a driver.
Finally the front door of the house seemed to cough out a man, who came
stumbling down the steps. He wiped his mouth, looked once up into the
carriage where the girls sat, and then went to the front of the conveyance
and mounted up into the driverÕs seat. He grasped the reins and spit. Then
he picked up a whip lying on the driverÕs seat and brought it down swiftly
and abruptly across the backs of the horses.
The carriage lurched forward. The horses both issued a protesting
whinny at the ferocity of the whip blow. Quickly, hoping to avoid any
further taste of the driverÕs whip, they crossed the lawn. They circled
around behind the big house. As the carriage jostled along, making Kelli
and AmandaÕs bare bosoms shake, the driver delivered additional cuts of
the whip to the horses, which made them trot even faster. Amanda
shivered, despite the warmth of the ColonelÕs arm, pressing her close to
his body. For the driverÕs blows were haphazard, not frequent enough to
cause the horses to gallop. At the same time they were much harder than
the horses needed, and seemed to be applied solely to vex the creatures.
The carriage came to a halt. Patrick, gallant as ever, escorted Kelli
and Amanda down from the carriage. Bobbi and Sue followed. The driver
leapt down from his seat. He seemed now less unsteady, more awake and
confident. It was as if he had exorcised, through his whip blows,
whatever confusion of mind had afflicted him when he first stepped from
the house.
ÒDo you feel up to an honest dayÕs work?Ó Patrick asked the driver.
ÒFor girls such as these I am always ready for work,Ó the man
answered. ÒEven if I do have a hangover.Ó
ÒThis is Amanda,Ó Patrick said, squeezing the girl on his left.
ÒI do not need their names,Ó the driver answered. ÒHowever perhaps
they wish to know mine. It is Sinbad, and no, that is not my real name.
You American girls would not be able to pronounce my real name.Ó He
laughed. It was a raucous, chest-heaving laugh, which caused the man to
throw back his head. The girls shivered. The man not only had the name of
a pirate, he looked like one. He had not shaved in several days and he wore
a shirt he had not bothered to button. His pants were rolled up at the
ankles. He looked as if he had been out digging for clams, the way his
pants were rolled up. But there was no beach nearby. As for his feet, they
were without shoes. He seemed not to notice he wore no shoes as he
turned and stepped on some rocks lying in front of the barn door. He lifted
a wooded latch on the door. He flung the doors open.
ÒCome in, American girls,Ó the Arab with the made-up name of
Sinbad announced. Then he proceeded them, swaggering into the dimly lit
barn. Amanda and Kelli could barely walk, they were so afraid. But
Patrick, clasping them tight to his body, hurried them forth, over the
rocks and into the barn.
Slowly Kelli and AmandaÕs eyes accustomed themselves to the
shadowy interior of the barn. There was no light, only sunlight,
glimmering through cracks in the wooden boards that made up the sides
and the roof of the barn. As the girls looked into the barnÕs semi-darkness
they saw strange shapes. They were shapes that did not belong in a barn.
Shapes of metal, and wood, and ropes and dangling chains. The girls did
not see or hear any animals, only the sound of their own breathing.
Patrick stepped away from the girls and, seeing that Bobbi and Sue were
within the barn, he closed the barn doors. This lessened the illumination
in the barn, casting the interior of the place almost into darkness. Then,
suddenly, as Patrick clicked a lock on the barn door, Sinbad found a light
switch.
A flood of light erupted in the barn. It cast into sharp relief the
objects the girls had been trying to make out. Suddenly the girls saw all
too well, and they almost collapsed in fright at the vision which spread
itself before them. Devices of torture of every imaginable shape and size
awaited them. Racks, pillories, cages, not one but two flogging posts, and
row upon row of wall-mounted accessories. Kelli gaped dumbfounded at
the sizes and shapes of the dildos she saw arrayed on a shelf on a wall.
Amanda found herself staring at a series of dangling tittie clamps, each
one looking more wicked than the one beside it, until at last, at the end, a
pair of clamps with serrated edges looked as if they were intended not to
pinch the nipples, but to remove them.
ÒOh my GOD!Ó Amanda cried.
ÒOh, auntie!Ó Kelli wailed. She fell against her aunt, losing her own
balance and almost knocking Amanda to the floor. Patrick hurried over to
the girls and righted them both.
ÒRelax,Ó Patrick said. ÒNot everything here is intended for you. Do
not tempt Sinbad or myself to use the wickeder of these devices because
you are unable to behave. You are here to be trained, nothing more.
However it is helpful, I think, for you both to see the full range of
possibilities that lie within this barn. Then you will better appreciate
how indulgent I am, when your bottoms are red and you think I am being
too harsh.Ó
An uneasy quiet settled over the girls. They were handcuffed and
now that the barn door was locked, they were both aware of how
completely vulnerable they were to these men. Quick, hopeful glances at
Bobbi and Sue produced nothing but disinterested stares. Amanda and Kelli
realized they were shorn of all hope of rescue, not knowing at all where
Mark was. In addition to this they looked, rather embarrassingly, like
willing participants in this evil game. Both of them were clad in the
immodest attire of stockings and garters and heels, with their faces
mascaraÕd and their nipples tantalizingly rouged. Amanda tugged at her
handcuffs and found they were as solidly unyielding as ever. She glanced
at Kelli.
ÒIÕm sorry,Ó Amanda whimpered.
ÒOoooh! I donÕt want my bottom spanked!Ó Kelli replied.
ÒGirls, there should be no misunderstandings,Ó Sinbad said in a deep,
guttural voice. ÒYou are to be tortured, but it is not the torture given to
ordinary people. Perhaps they are luckier than you will be, for in the case
of the ordinary man, it is his fingers or toes that are usually the subject
of torture. In your case, girls, it will be your sexual parts. Your breasts.
Your nipples. Your private gash... what do you American girls call it?Ó
ÒThe cunt,Ó Patrick murmured, lighting his pipe as he stood behind
Amanda and Kelli.
ÒAh, yes. The cunt,Ó Sinbad said. ÒAnd of course we must not forget
the bottom hole. This also must be tortured. Perhaps you girls thought of
your bottom hole as being only a place where things come out. This is not
so. Things can go in too. It is sort of like, ÔWhat goes up, must come
down.Õ Except in this case it is, ÔWhat comes out can go in too.Õ But it
would be rather messy to shove your turds back into you. So instead, to
properly work your bottom holes, as you can see, your master Patrick has
generously provided me with a wide range of dildos. We will experiment
with these dildos and see how much you girls can take.
ÒAlso of course there is the place where you sit. The bottom itself.
This is an excellent thing to sit on but it is useful also as a seat of
learning. A whip, properly applied to the female bottom, can provide very
good instruction! I had a wife and she did not fix my dinner on time.
Fortunately I also had a belt. It was useful for more than just holding my
pants up, as my wife found out. So by removing my belt, I not only rid
myself of my pants, which I did not need anyway, being in my own home. I
also instructed my wife in the proper time for dinner. After receiving her
instruction I always got my dinner on time, and nine months later I had a
son too, to carry on my name and do great things in the world.Ó
Sinbad turned away from the girls and began rummaging amongst
some chains. They were big, heavy chains, as if for draw horses, but both
Kelli and Amanda knew the chains would not be used on the horses outside,
for the barn door behind them was locked. The girls felt their knees, in
their pretty stockings, begin to bump together. Not once, but repeatedly.
At the same time their cunts, as if in complete misunderstanding of what
was to happen, grew very moist. As KelliÕs eyes rolled in her head, taking
in the roomÕs awful equipment, she saw a computer sitting in a far corner
of the barn. Its screen glimmered from behind a bale of hay which,
splitting open, had dumped a pile of straws down onto the computerÕs
keyboard. Suddenly the screen grew brighter. Through the haphazard array
of straws which partially blocked the screen Kelli saw this word:
ÒG.I.R.L.S.Ó
ÒAttention! Attention! This is the G.I.R.L.S. Report!Ó a high-pitched
voice announced.
ÒRight here on Internet Radio!Ó a second, slightly deeper voice,
added.
ÒIÕm Johnnie Cat... as in TomCat, not as in the cat litter, and this is
my pal, Ed. We call him Ed the Bed because he once boasted of going to an
orgy and having sex with 20 girls. But in fact all he had done is steal one
of his dadÕs porno tapes and WATCH 20 girls have sex.Ó
ÒUm, thatÕs true,Ó the voice belonging to Ed agreed.
ÒWell we got tired of watching T.V. so we are back with our G.I.R.L.S.
Report!Ó Johnnie announced.
ÒYes!Ó Ed agreed. ÒWho wants to watch T.V. when you can talk about
girls on the Internet?Ó
ÒNow we should point out to our audience what the name of our show
means.Ó Johnnie said.
ÒThatÕs right,Ó Ed agreed. ÒShall I do the honors?Ó
ÒYes, please,Ó Johnnie said. ÒIÕm not letting you watch my T.V. for
free, you know.Ó
ÒWeÕre not watching T.V.,Ó Ed said.
ÒYou are a man of much wisdom,Ó Johnnie said.
ÒWell then I shall explain the initials of our program,Ó Ed said.
ÒG.I.R.L.S. stands for Gorgeous Innocent Ravishing Little Sluts. Or perhaps
it stands for Sexpots. Or Johnnie suggested during our break, off the air,
while we were watching T.V., that it could be Sylphs. This, of course,
means Ôa slim, graceful woman or girl.Õ But you can leave out the ÔwomanÕ
part, since our show is STRICTLY about girls!Ó
ÒThatÕs right!Ó Johnnie agreed. ÒNo women! Girls only!Ó
ÒNow another part of our show that we should explain is that we do
not just mean any girl by the word G.I.R.L.S. The girl in question must be a
virgin. Please do not call our show and tell us about a girl unless you have
a good faith belief that she is, in fact, a virgin. Preferably a total virgin,
like me and Johnnie here.Ó
ÒDonÕt say that on the air!Ó Johnnie said in a loud, hissing whisper.
ÒOh, yes. I mean, a total virgin like Johnnie here. As for myself, I
went to an orgy and fucked 20 girls,Ó Ed said.
ÒWhat he means is that the girl has to be a virgin,Ó Johnnie said.
ÒNow of course the question will arise, Ôif the girl has to be a virgin, isnÕt
your show going to be about girls who are, frankly, 12-years-old or
younger?Õ Well as you can see, Ed and I have not been the ones deflowering
all the girls. So, if in corrupt America, all the cute girls lose their
virginity by age 13, this is not our problem. Ed and I are here to discuss
virgins, and we are not in control of what age girls lose their virginity.
So, yes, if indeed all the cute girls are losing their virginity by age 13 in
America, then this show will in fact be STRICTLY about girls who are 12
or younger. DonÕt call us about a girl who is, say, 14 unless you are quite
certain she is a virgin.Ó
ÒNow letÕs take our first call,Ó Ed said.
ÒIÕm supposed to say that,Ó Johnnie said.
ÒNow Johnnie, our wonderful host, will accept our first call,Ó Ed
announced. ÒHereÕs Johnnie!Ó
ÒThanks. WeÕll have music someday,Ó Johnnie said.
ÒHello? Hello? Is this the G.I.R.L.S. Report?Ó an anonymous voice
asked.
ÒYes it is! YouÕre our first caller,Ó Johnnie said. ÒWhatÕs your name
and where are you calling from?Ó
ÒIÕm Kenneth P. Valinskison!Ó the caller said. ÒHey Harold, guess
what? IÕm on that G.I.R.L.S. Report thing! On the Internet!Ó
ÒTurn down your computer, Kenneth. And we donÕt need your last
name,Ó Johnnie said.
ÒHey guys, I was wondering if you knew about www.plates.com? You
can get all the best plates and china at www.plates.com!Ó
ÒWhat is this? A salesman?Ó Johnnie asked.
ÒIÕm not really a salesman, but I do like www.plates.com!Ó Kenneth
said. ÒMy wife got a whole set of wonderful new plates at
www.plates.com just last night and...Ó
FLUSH!
ÒBoy, IÕm glad you made that tape of a flushing toilet, Ed,Ó Johnnie
said.
ÒYes it sure came in handy, didnÕt it, Johnnie?Ó Ed agreed.
ÒLetÕs take another call,Ó Johnnie said. ÒThis is the G.I.R.L.S. Report
and youÕre on the air!Ó
ÒHey guys! Is this the G.I.R.L.S. Report?Ó an anxious voice asked.
ÒThe one and only,Ó Ed said.
ÒJust donÕt mention any plates,Ó Johnnie said.
ÒHey guys I saw this beautiful babe! What a woman!Ó
ÒA woman?!Ó
ÒYeah, sheÕs about 28 and she works in my office and--Ó
FLUSH!
ÒDamn pervert!Ó Johnnie said. ÒThis is the G.I.R.L.S. Report, youÕre on
the air!Ó
ÒHey guys! Did you ever read Maxim?Ó
FLUSH!
ÒDamn faggot,Ó Johnnie said.
ÒHi! IÕm calling from Boston!Ó
ÒYes? Go ahead? YouÕre on the G.I.R.L.S. Report!Ó
ÒSay, do you guys listen to Howard Stern?Ó
ÒDammit!Ó
FLUSH!
ÒYou take over, Ed. All IÕm getting is yahoos and people who want to
mention Howard Stern on OUR program!Ó
ÒOkay, Johnnie. Hello? This is the G.I.R.L.S. Report and youÕre on the
air. Tell us about a cute little girl youÕve seen.Ó
ÒHey guys! I saw a really cute little girl!Ó
ÒYes? Go ahead.Ó
ÒWell she was only about eight, but she was VERY cute,Ó the
anonymous caller said. ÒI was walking along and I saw this woman coming
toward me. Plus a boy. And, on the other side of the woman, a little girl!
A blonde girl!Ó
ÒSounds pretty good. Tell us about her.Ó
ÒWell I was really stunned by how beautiful she was. Her mother
had her on a leash, which I thought was really stupid. I have no idea why
her mother was doing that to her. But anyway the girl didnÕt seem to mind.
She was just trotting along beside her mother. She looked quite innocent.
She actually resembled a little kitten, hurrying along beside her mother,
the wind in her blonde hair, blowing it back, and her eyes wide, almost
looking a little lost. I was really surprised, looking at her, for she was
stunningly beautiful. It was sort of like looking at an eight-year-old
version of Helen of Troy.
ÒNow when I passed her, I of course turned around. I wasnÕt doing it
for any particular reason, just because I was so shocked by her beauty.
And an amazing thing happened.Ó
ÒWhat?Ó
ÒInstantly my eyes fell upon her bottom!Ó
ÒHer bottom?!Ó
ÒYes! She was wearing very tight shorts. I know thatÕs sort of, like,
you know, something a pervert with an over-active imagination might say.
But in fact she WAS wearing very tight little shorts, and they outlined her
asscheeks completely! Well, let me tell you, WHAT AN ASS that girl had!
Like I said, I wasnÕt intending to look at her bottom, it just jumped right
out at me. Truly I have never seen a prettier bottom. And, like I said, it is
sort of embarrassing to confess this, since it was the bottom of a little
girl in the lower grades of elementary school. You know, a girl who was
about eight. Maybe even younger than eight. It was hard to tell with that
damn leash on her wrist, and with her eyes looking so lost and innocent.
But she did have a really terrific ass.Ó
ÒWell at last we have gotten a proper call,Ó Johnnie said, taking over
from Ed. ÒNow I will give you some advice, caller.Ó
ÒYes?Ó the caller asked, a note of trepidation in his voice.
ÒSoon your eight-year-old Helen of Troy will be nine. ThatÕs when
most cute girls start kissing, and playing Spin the Bottle, and things like
that. Some even start drinking and smoking. Pot, even. And then soon she
will be ten, and then eleven, and then twelve and then thirteen and after
that, since she is very beautiful, she will no longer be a virgin. So it is
very good that you called our show about her, since, at this moment, at
least, we can still be quite certain that she is a virgin. So you have done
well. You should not feel embarrassed. You are one of the True Men in
America, who listen to our show and want a VIRGIN girlfriend, who is
cute. Not some leftover bitch who has made a habit of jumping from one
bed to another, and then has the audacity to join the P.T.A. when she grows
up, and talk about ÔprotectingÕ children.Ó
ÒThatÕs right, Johnnie!Ó Ed agreed. ÒWeÕre tired of us men being
blamed by, and imprisoned by, and castrated by women who, as girls,
couldnÕt keep their legs closed. Heck, even as women they canÕt keep their
legs closed! And their ÔprotectedÕ daughters have a habit of opening their
legs too. Not just once, but many times, and for many, many guys.Ó
ÒExcept us,Ó Johnnie said.
ÒYes,Ó Ed agreed. ÒWe just sit here and get blamed, while these
women, and their ÔprotectedÕ daughters, run from one guy to another,
sinning all over town!Ó
ÒWell I completely agree,Ó said the caller. ÒThatÕs why I only like
eight-year-old girls.Ó
ÒOkay, thanks for your call,Ó Johnnie said. ÒThis is the G.I.R.L.S.
Report, discussing cute little girls and their sinful mothers! Hello?
YouÕre on the air!Ó
ÒHey guys you can get lots of hardcore XXX photos by going to
farmerjohnÕs.com. Tell your audience all about it!
www.farmerjohnÕs.com!Ó
ÒDamn! Just because we are guys talking about girls doesnÕt mean
we want to see lots of smut!Ó Johnnie said.
ÒEspecially junky smut,Ó Ed agreed.
ÒBut you can see Pamela Anderson suck down a whole--Ó
FLUSH!
ÒI couldnÕt care less about Pamela Anderson,Ó Johnnie said.
ÒTurn that damn thing off!Ó Patrick told Sinbad.
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