Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 80
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Office Slave
Chapter Two
There was a knock at the front door. Veronica opened it to find
Robert's chauffeur waiting for her. She let herself out the house and
turned and followed the chauffeur. Her heels clicked on the front walk as
she strode regally toward Robert's limo. No longer was she a mere
housewife, or even a humble job-seeker hoping for work. Now she was,
well? What? A companion to Robert. Yes, that was it. The words "love
slave" beckoned to be used but she shooed them away.
Inside the limo Veronica was immediately wrapped in wealth and
luxury. Robert was there, idly watching a British cricket match on
television. Veronica was given a glass of expensive wine and a slice of
cheese. Robert complimented her on her appearance.
Robert's private club was gained a few minutes later, and he
escorted Veronica into a small restaurant for lunch. Veronica swished
passed elegantly dressed ladies as she and Robert were led to a table.
Despite the beauty of many of the other females present, she felt men's
eyes on her. Was she prettier than the men's companions, or just a new
conquest that they lusted to pursue? Veronica sat down somewhat self-
consciously. If only the other guests knew what she was wearing
underneath her mink! Were there any other "companions" present who were
utterly naked, clothed only in leather restraints?
The conversation which took place between herself and Robert over
lunch was of the utmost propriety. The meal itself consisted of pink
salmon, with a side of caviar. Of course, Robert took care of the bill.
Afterward they took a walk in a secluded wood behind the club.
"This is a birch tree," Robert announced as their private walk
happened upon a stand of white trees with peeling bark. "The Victorians
used its branches for disciplinary purposes."
"How interesting," Veronica said softly. She lifted a hand and ran
her fingertips along one of the tree's branches. It was late winter and the
branches were still bare. Little buds festooned each branch. Robert drew
a pearl-handled pocket knife from his coat. Delicately Veronica accepted
it into both her cupped palms.
"Pick your favorite branch and cut it down for me," Robert
commanded.
"Have I done something wrong?" Veronica asked wide-eyed, gazing up
at Robert, the knife poised precariously in her uplifted palms.
"No, my dear, but you will if you do not do as I say," Robert said,
indicating the tree.
"I hate knives," Veronica said, nonetheless lifting the instrument to
a branch.
"You need only use it for a moment," Robert replied reassuringly.
"I'm going to cut a little one," Veronica warned.
"That will be sufficient for my purposes," Robert said. Veronica
examined the closest branches a moment then, standing on tiptoe, she
sawed away at a branch. Veronica dropped back onto her heels. Her branch
was still resolutely attached to the tree, but she had managed to put a
deep cut through most of it. Robert stepped forward and snapped the
branch off the tree. "Yes, that will do," Robert smiled. The branch was
about 18 inches in length. Several twigs sprouted from its sides. Robert
retrieved his knife from Veronica and put it away. Then he took Veronica
by the hand, his other hand clasping their newly cut rod. He escorted her
out of the woods and back to his car.
A stiff wind was rustling the tree tops by the time they regained the
limo. Several dry brown leaves, somehow left over from the fall, scuttled
across the parking lot toward some unknown fate. Veronica shivered. The
lot was nearly empty now. The businessmen and their escorts had
returned to their afternoon office duties, or some other less (perhaps
more) demanding pursuits. Two lone gardeners puttered about a hedge in
the distance, their backs turned.
"May I have your coat?" Roger asked with a gallant air as Veronica
made to step into the limo. She looked up, startled. They were on the far
side of the limo. On its opposite side lay the club, behind them an open
field running alongside the edge of the wood. Nobody seemed to be
watching. Silently, Veronica let Robert take her mink by the shoulders.
She slipped out of it and directly into the waiting confines of the limo.
Veronica gasped as she sat down on the silk covered back seat of the
limo. There was another female here! She was blonde and willowy, with
large eyes that regarded Veronica with compassion. "Hi, I'm Melanie," the
blonde said, extending a slim hand. Veronica took it mutely, limply. "I'm
here to help you with your ordeal," Melanie said brightly.
The housewife turned "companion" spun about on her bottom. Robert
plunked down beside her. He regarded her shock with a look of hurt
surprise. "Robert!" Veronica blurted.
"There, there, little darling," Robert said. He lifted a hand and
stroked Veronica's blonde tresses. "You look very nice in your straps." He
extended his other hand to her waist and tugged at the leather belt buckled
round her waist. "Nice and tight, too." The engine of the limo sprang to
life and the car made for the driveway leading away from the club.
Veronica looked back at Melanie. "You have pretty pubic hair,"
Melanie remarked admiringly. She extended two fingers, as if to stroke a
mink, and roved them fleetingly through the fleece twixt Veronica's
thighs.
"Robert," I want to go home," Veronica said, turning her head once
more toward him. Melanie's fingers grazed her labia lips, threatening to
indulge themselves with an exploration between. Instinctively Veronica
pressed her thighs together.
"Owww," Melanie whined. Her long nailed fingers were trapped.
"What did I tell you yesterday?" Robert asked Veronica. His hand
came to her chin, lifting it. "That you are always to keep your legs open,
hmm?" Hesitantly, wordlessly, Veronica let her thighs part.
"That's better," Robert said. He dropped his hand and nudged
Melanie's aside. Deftly he pressed a finger at the juncture of Veronica's
labia lips until they gave way to admit him entry. Melanie, meanwhile,
contented herself with stroking the inside of Veronica's thigh.
Veronica tensed as Robert inserted his finger up to the first knuckle.
"Relax," Robert said soothingly.
"Please Robert, I've had enough," Veronica pleaded.
"But I haven't," Robert replied simply. Veronica trembled under his
exploration of her innermost being. Suddenly she was not so comfortable
about her fling with this man who was, still, a virtual stranger. And who
was this girl beside her? So sure, so natural, so self-confident. What had
she faced and overcome that made her so easygoing? Veronica glanced at
her once more. Melanie was dressed in a black lycra dress. It was black.
Its hemline rode the tops of her thighs, leaving the space between her
parted thighs totally visible. Lacy black panties could be seen. Coming
out from underneath the bottom of the dress were frilly black garters.
They were attached to black thigh-high hose. The girl looked like a whore,
yet her demeanor was undeniably sweet and innocent.
Melanie's large breasts shifted beneath her dress with her every
movement. She obviously wore no bra. Her dress was without sleeves,
leaving her shoulders bare. It was cut in a V in front, exposing the fine
white skin of her upper chest. Along her collarbone lay a heavy
ornamental silver chain.
"Robert, I insist you take me home!" Veronica demanded, turning her
head to him once more and mustering her angriest, bitchiest voice. Robert
simply pulled his finger out of her pussy. He lifted his hand. Melanie
leaned across Veronica's lap and sucked Robert's finger into her mouth.
Veronica was shocked! The girl was tasting her pussy juice! She had
never even met the girl before, and already the girl was sampling the love
mucus of her most private place!
"Mmm!" Melanie chirped, drawing back from Robert's finger. Robert
then reached out and picked up a bottle of seltzer water. He placed it in
Veronica's small hands.
"Here," Robert said to Veronica. "You can be our bar girl. Melanie,
would you like a Scotch and water?"
"If you're having one, sir," Melanie piped up.
"Two scotch and waters, girl," Robert said imperiously to Veronica.
Outside, beyond the smoked glass of the limo, a playground passed by.
Veronica felt angry, guilty. In two hours her children would be released
from the pre-school. Would she be there to pick them up? Sullenly she
leaned forward toward a small wood-panelled cabinet. Two heavy glasses
were perched atop it. She opened a door set in the cabinet. Inside was a
bucket of ice. Using silver tongs, she plunked several cubes into each of
the glasses. Then she picked up a bottle of Johnnie Walker. She tried, but
could not get it open. Robert took the bottle from her, opened it, and then
handed it back. Veronica filled each of the glasses half full. As she
poured the fiery liquid she was aware of Robert's eyes on her bare,
pendant breasts. Then she picked up the bottle of seltzer water from
between her thighs. She spritzed each of the glasses until it was full.
Then, grasping each glass, she sat up straight and handed each one off to
the person on either side of her.
"Thank you," Robert and Melanie each chimed. They sipped their
scotches. Veronica felt a flush of embarrassment. Here she was, naked
save for bondage straps, serving Robert and his teenage whore like some
debased servant! As she sulked an idea formed in her mind. A grim smile
spread across her face. Revenge was possible, even for a mere unarmed
tart like herself.
Softly, gently, Veronica leaned over Robert's lap. Murmuring
appreciatively, she unzipped his fly. Robert looked down at his lap with an
air of satisfaction. He supped upon his drink. Veronica withdrew her
hands and grabbed the bottle of seltzer water between her legs. She lifted
it and, before Robert could even think to respond, she let loose with a
vigorous spray of the bottled water straight into Robert's crotch.
Robert nearly jumped out of his pants as the cold water doused his
shorts. Veronica let out a war whoop, spraying continuously until her
bottle was half empty. Then she fell back against the silk covered seat,
laughing hysterically.
"God damn!" Robert swore. "I was going to take you to a masked ball,
and now look what you've done!" Veronica turned. Her work was not yet
done.
"Please! Not me!" Melanie screeched. "Please don't get my panties
wet!"
"This will teach you not to wear such short dresses!" Veronica
howled, and fired the pressurized water straight into Melanie's panty-
sheathed pussy. Melanie sat straight up, nearly popping right out of her
dress. Drink still in hand, she watched with wide, shocked eyes as
Veronica emptied her bottle between her thighs.
"That was uncalled for," Robert said when Veronica had disarmed
herself by emptying her bottle. Yet he seemed not entirely displeased.
"You will most surely be punished for that." Veronica grabbed for the
birch rod which lay just beyond his legs.
"I knew this thing would come in handy!" Veronica screamed happily,
beating Robert to his own rod. She picked up the swishy birch and began
lashing it across Robert's lap. Fortunately for Robert, his penis and balls
were still inside his underpants.
Robert seized Veronica's wrist and stilled it. She screamed her
defiance as, slowly, he prised her fingers open and extracted the rod. He
passed it over her to Melanie. Veronica groped for the rod as she watched
it fall into the hands of the rival female. Then Robert grasped Veronica's
other wrist and pulled her over his lap. Veronica felt her bottom lifted
from the seat and bared to the cool air of the limo as her tummy was
pressed down upon Robert's thighs. "Six," Robert commanded Melanie.
With an awkward look on her face, but nonetheless appearing very
determined, Melanie whacked Veronica's heinie.
"Yeeeow!" Veronica screeched as what felt like a swarm of bees lit
into her behind. Again the rod struck, and again she lurched on Robert's
lap. Twice more the rod fell, and Veronica began sobbing. Her poor bottom
felt as if it were on fire!
"Enough," Robert announced, staying Melanie's hand.
"But you said six!" Melanie protested, the birch raised over her head
in preparation for another strike.
"She must be brought to it slowly-" Robert began.
"No!" Veronica gasped. "Please-beat me like a woman, not like a
little girl. Make a woman of me!" A slow smile spread over Robert's face.
Softly he placed his calloused palm in seeming benediction on her hot
rump. Veronica winced at his touch, more in trepidation than in pain. But
there was a pink blush on her bottom from the birch. Cherry blossoms in
bloom in the whiteness of her derriere.
"A woman?" Robert asked. Veronica bit her lip, as if to forestall a
retraction.
"Yes," Veronica breathed heavily. A little sob broke her voice as she
spoke. "I must feel pain when I birth a child, mustn't I?"
"Well, yes-I've heard that the worst thing for the baby is for a
woman to be anesthetized and laid flat on her back," Robert said.
"Mmmhmm," Veronica said. "Prepare me for that-for the pain."
"Yes," Robert said. He seemed to squirm under the pressure of a
rising erection. Melanie still held the switchy rod aloft, hoping for
permission to continue...
ZINE REVIEWS
by holy joe
Ex magazine, $1.95. 8 1/2Ķ x 11Ķ, many pages plus a slick cover. NW
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email: xmag@teleport.com www:http://www.xmag.com
Review: Apparently IÕve created the impression online that IÕm
unemployed. This is not so. I work for Equitable National, AmericaÕs
finest insurance company. Its full name is the Pedophile Equitable
National Insurance Service, or PENIS, for short. ItÕs a life insurance
company.
Ever since I founded this company (last week), IÕve been very busy.
IÕve been driving around to all the playgrounds selling little girls PENIS
insurance. As you know, our children today face many dangers. Well, what
better way to protect against danger than by buying insurance?
YouÕre probably wondering, Ōhow can little children possibly afford
insurance?Ķ Profit is not our motive here at Equitable National. We have
a strong belief in public service and in helping our community. Here at
Equitable National, weÕve introduced ÔValue Pricing for Kids.Õ For just one
lollipop, weÕll gladly sell you our insurance. And, to be extra generous, we
even supply the lollipop! (It may not be a thousand points of light, but it
is a thousand lollipops!)
So donÕt worry if you see me dragging your daughter into my car. IÕm
just demonstrating to her the danger she faces. After all, thereÕs nothing
like Ôhands onÕ experience. And I do plan to sell insurance to little boys.
ItÕs just that, thereÕs so many girls who are unprotected in our society, I
figured IÕd start with them first. At Equitable National, we consider
ourselves to be a feminist organization. We believe in helping little boys,
but girls have faced discrimination for so long that we belive in helping
them first.
Well, even a busy salesman like me needs to take a potty break. This
week, when IÕve been squatting down in the bushes on your front lawn, IÕve
been perusing Ex magazine. I think the title might actually be Exotic, but
IÕve never seen this magazine before and part of its title on the front
cover is obscured by the head of a topless dancer. SheÕs a very beautiful
cartoon figure. I think she may have been inspired by PlayboyÕs greatest
video, Girls of Spring Break.
As you know, thereÕs a segment in Girls of Spring Break where two
beautiful blonde playmates get dressed up as cow(girls) and then rope, tie,
and otherwise playfully assault each other. ItÕs a glorious segment. The
best part of that video, incidentally, is a teen orgy that takes place during
the videoÕs closing credits.
Which brings up another point: (sorry, IÕve been working hard all day
selling life insurance!) PlayboyÕs Girls of Spring Break splits the teen
orgy into two segments that are widely separated. One segment, itself
interrupted by footage from a dance floor, is about 30 seconds (at most).
The other segment is longer, but the closing credits roll over that
segment, marring every second of its footage. Now, I do care who the
Beautician and Gaffer are on a Playboy video, but not when a gorgeous
blonde is taking her top off! Who in the world would a) break up and
severely edit a nude teen party and b) run the closing credits over it? I
mean, are these folks at Playboy retarded? What do you think I bought the
damn video for? Look at the title--GIRLS of Spring Break.
From now on, Playboy, do us a favor. At least half of each Playboy
video is footage of girls wearing clothing. When you need to run closing
credits, run it over the footage where the girls are wearing clothes. Or, if
you have some footage of Hugh Hefner talking, run it over him. DonÕt run
your closing credits over a wild teen party where everyone gets naked!
(This should be elementary, but sometimes it takes someone like a lowly
salesman to point these things out.)
Amidst a plethora of telesex articles in Ex (whatever) magazine, we
have some articles: ŌLenny Bruce, not the goy next door.Ķ ŌBettie Page,
Queen of Curves.Ķ ŌSin City, Frank MillerÕs Latest Masterpiece.Ķ I havenÕt
gotten round to reading these articles yet (IÕm still going through the
telesex ads) but they certainly LOOK well written!
Overall, this is a very nice (looking) magazine with a thick, glossy
full color cover that has (as IÕve said) a beautiful topless dancer on it.
Down in the corner of the cover, in extremely small type, it says,
ŌIllustration copyright Frank Miller, Adams, Johns.Ķ If youÕre a comics
fan, at $1.95, the cover alone seems well worth the price.
Well, IÕd write more but IÕve got some evening appointments to run
to. Here at PENIS, we grow to any length to protect our children!
AND IN THE END...
ŌGood writing online is always welcome.Ķ - Newsweek, July 8,
1996, pg. 8
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