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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
A VirginÕs Last Hours
Chapter One
Alessandra had enjoyed having her niece over for the summer but
now things were going to get a bit difficult. The girl was 13, blossoming
fast. She had already moved to a larger bra size twice this summer, a
sudden spurting of fat injecting itself, seemingly without reason, into her
otherwise still childishly slender body, right under her paps, where the
boys would most enjoy it. Alessandra knew what SylvieÕs conservative
mother would say when she saw her child again, and the way her bosoms
had grown: what have you done to my daughter?
ÒItÕs the ethnic food,Ó Alessandra had decided she would say. For
she and Sylvie loved to frequent New YorkÕs little bistros and sandwich
shops and restaurants, all the hole-in-the-wall places that the tourists
never found. Today theyÕd sampled Cantonese. Tomorrow Alessandra was
thinking they might like Patagonian.
But what would she do with the girl Friday night? She wanted to go
to WesleyÕs party. He was an artist on the east side, just coming into his
own. He had started a tradition three years ago of throwing a lavish party
when he showed his new seasonÕs artworks. It was quite a special event
and although Alessandra had been too young when the parties had first
started, and hadnÕt been a New York model yet and on the invite list, she
had been to last yearÕs party and it had been quite a doozy. It had, in fact,
introduced her to a whole host of new people, rather strange and exciting
people, and she had been to a few other parties since, but none were as
utterly lavish and uninhibited as WesleyÕs had been.
Alessandra looked at herself in the mirror. She was 19, and life was
delightfully fast. She had long blonde hair, perfect features, an All-
American freshness and naivete. It was the sort of look men craved, the
ÒGentlemenÕs blondeÓ look, but sheÕd hated it in high school, and tried to
submerge it in black hair dye and grunge clothes. Now she accepted
herself, but what a new sort of creature sheÕd become! She felt a pang of
guilt run through her as she lifted her hands to her face. She studied, for a
moment, her fingersÕ expensively applied nail polish. Pearl colored, it was
rich and lustrous. She traced one finger across her lips, her full bee-stung
lips, careful not to smudge her newly-applied lipstick. There would be
pain waiting for her at WesleyÕs party, in addition to all the delightful
surprises and pleasures. She was a favorite submissive at the moment,
and she was just beginning to explore her darker side, even as she washed
the black hair dye out of her hair and put away, forever, her teenage
grunge clothes. It was as if, taking off her torn baggy clothing, her body
was now being torn and stretched instead, pushed to the limit and then
beyond, tested in ways seemingly unimaginable. She remembered the
party sheÕd been to just before her niece arrived. Not satisfied with
taking her with their cocks, the men, and women present, had forced her to
accept an ever larger series of dildos. The first ones were cock-sized, but
then came bigger ones, and Alessandra was painfully put to them in an
attempt to determine just how much she could take. Her hosts were slow,
they were even gentle in doing it, but they were unrelenting. For three
days, with plenty of breaks and rest in between, during which time
Alessandra was struck with a whip to keep her properly submissive, they
coaxed the ever larger devices into her cunt. There was no reason for it,
of course, no actual need, but it was considered a part of her development,
as a young sexual creature, a thing that was not so much necessary, in
actual point of fact, as possible, and therefore needing to be done, to be
tried, to be attempted, to be sought after in her journey from girlhood to
womanhood.
And Alessandra had loved it! Not the pain of course, but the
earnestness of it. The way she was refused, once she started the process,
of backing out. No matter how she cried or wept or pleaded, they insisted
on her continuing, over those three long days, with the experiment. It
would end not when she wanted, but when her hosts determined that she
had, in fact, taken all that she could bear. Not that she wanted to bear, or
desired to, but could actually take, as a matter of brutal cold-minded
calculation. Alessandra had ultimately taken something the size of a
donkey, and afterwards, as she thought back on the matter, she was proud
of her accomplishment, despite the enormous discomfort it had entailed.
For was she not, as one of her hosts, dear Emma, had told her, not a
female, made to receive? And she had received, she had taken all they
wished to give her, or almost all, and it had been a coming of age trial, no
doubt about it, almost as memorable as losing her cherry when she was
SylvieÕs age.
Alessandra gasped. She heard Sylvie slam the door downstairs and
come stomping into the house. Until this moment she had not realized the
precipice the girl was on. Not only were her bosoms blossoming with
alarming rapidity, she was now at the very age that Alessandra had been
when Alessandra had left her childhood behind! Imagine if she returned to
SylvieÕs mother not only a buxom child, but one who had lost her hymen!
Alessandra turned and grabbed a towel. She wrapped it around herself and
went hastily downstairs. To her sudden shock she found that Sylvie was
not alone, there was a boy with her! Someone sheÕd never met, a young
man of perhaps 16, who now eyed her with erotic appreciation as she
presented herself to him in a damp bath towel.
ÒThose shits! Damn them for taking your I.D.,Ó Sylvie was saying, to
the boy. He was dressed in a white t-shirt and black pants, the de rigueur
male outfit of the season, panting as he looked up at Alessandra. ÒOh, hi,Ó
Sylvie said a little sheepishly, out of breath herself, looking up at her
aunt.
ÒHi. Uh, sorry. I didnÕt know youÕd brought someone with you,Ó
Alessandra answered, looking at Sylvie and trying to ignore the eager-
eyed gaze of her boyfriend.
ÒWe had to run all the way,Ó Sylvie said, still trying to catch her
breath as she stood just inside the front door. ÒThey tried to arrest him
for using a fake I.D.Ó
ÒSorry,Ó the boy standing next to Sylvie said to Alessandra. The
woman came down the steps. It was useless to hide the fact that she was
naked except for her bath towel. The boy had seen her now and what could
she do about that?
ÒI donÕt believe weÕve met,Ó Alessandra said. She extended a hand.
The boy took it and shook it, lightly, then gripped it harder, as if to not let
her get away without some display of his youthful male strength.
ÒYou donÕt need to break it,Ó Alessandra said to the boy, managing to
extricate her hand from his grasp. She noticed his arms. They were
strong, the biceps bulging even as he stood casually now in front of her.
His eyes continued to apprise her body, mentally stripping the bath towel
from her, liking very much what he saw. ÒMy nameÕs Alessandra,Ó the
woman told the boy, beginning to like what she saw, a brief flash of him
forcing her to her knees and putting his cock in his mouth racing through
her mind. It would undoubtedly be a big cock; it would stretch her lips and
fill her with its demanding lust.
ÒHis nameÕs Steve. I met him in the part today,Ó Sylvie explained to
her aunt. Alessandra smiled.
ÒSylvie and Steve. ItÕs nice,Ó she said. Sylvie frowned.
ÒWeÕre not that close-- yet,Ó Sylvie said. SteveÕs face fell a little,
imperceptibly, but enough for Alessandra to notice. A moment later it
brightened again; if not the niece, perhaps the aunt! Alessandra smiled at
his interest. But she didnÕt want little boys, did she? ÒWell, his arms
arenÕt so little,Ó a voice told her, and she felt herself wishing suddenly
that Sylvie wasnÕt here. ÒI think youÕd better go,Ó Sylvie said, turning to
the boy, in possession of her breath now.
ÒBut I just got here!Ó Steve said.
ÒI want to watch T.V.,Ó Sylvie said.
ÒIÕll watch it with you,Ó Steve offered.
ÒNo, I want to watch it by myself. Maybe tomorrow--Ó Sylvie began.
ÒYou probably want to watch Care Bears or something,Ó Steve said.
Sylvie blushed.
ÒI just want to be alone!Ó she cried at the boy, her face turning
suddenly red.
ÒSylvie, Sylvie! Is that any way to treat a guest?Ó Alessandra
interrupted. Sylvie glared at her aunt, and Alessandra knew immediately
the source of the girlÕs distress. She had realized the boy was at least as
interested in her aunt as he was in her, perhaps moreso. ÒYou can stay if
you like,Ó Alessandra said to Steve. Sylvie stomped up the stairs and then
paused beside her aunt. She gave the womanÕs towel a playful tug.
Alessandra lost her grip on her towel. It popped free of her breasts,
baring them to the boy. His eyes widened with delight as he saw
AlessandraÕs large, utterly perfect tits. Alessandra caught her towel
before it gave SylvieÕs friend a view of her stomach and bush. The younger
girl laughed at her prank. She rushed up the stairs, and her aunt was left
standing bare-breasted before her friend, blushing as he salivated over her
tits. ÒIÕm sorry,Ó Alessandra managed to get out, as she re-wrapped her
towel around herself, careful not to give to the boy in the process the
extra viewing he so eagerly craved. Upstairs, Sylvie slammed her bedroom
door and began blasting music. Something loud and raucous; Alessandra
kept up with the music scene but little Sylvie always managed to find
something loud and new and disturbing that she hadnÕt heard yet.
ÒItÕs okay,Ó Steve said to Alessandra, obviously pleased by the big
grin on his face to now be alone with her.
ÒCome into the kitchen and IÕll get you something to drink,Ó
Alessandra said. Ignoring the fact that she was still fresh from the
shower and only in a damp towel, she came down the stairs and brushed
past the boy. He followed her into the kitchen, where she had him sit
down at the kitchen table. ÒSoda, water, juice?Ó Alessandra asked the
boy, opening her refrigerator.
ÒAre you a model?Ó the boy, gazing at her, asked.
ÒIÕm- uh- yes, I am,Ó Alessandra answered.
ÒYouÕre on the cover of one of those womenÕs magazines!Ó the boy
said, his voice rising with excitement. ÒI saw you yesterday at the
supermarket.Ó
ÒVogue,Ó Alessandra answered. ÒAnd IÕm wearing more than just a
bath towel,Ó she said, getting out a pitcher of orange juice.
ÒYou should be in Playboy,Ó the boy enthused. Alessandra got a glass
out of a cabinet next to the refrigerator. She poured the boy a big glass of
juice.
ÒHere. It will give you strong bones,Ó Alessandra said to Steve,
handing him the glass.
ÒI already have a boner,Ó Steve said, and blushed, and looked down at
his crotch as he took the glass from her.
ÒVogue models donÕt indulge in crass humor,Ó Alessandra said. She
pulled out a chair to sit down with the boy, blushing a little, for she knew
what she just told him was a lie, a fantasy, something she liked to
concoct when she was feeling pure to shield herself from her baser
instincts, the ones she was just learning to unfold and explore.
ÒUh, sorry,Ó Steve said. He gulped down the orange juice. As she
watched him, Alessandra guessed that he drank the glassful of juice all in
one gulp not entirely from thirst, but from a youthful ambition to appear
macho. Steve wiped his mouth with his muscular arm when he had drained
the glass. ÒThanks,Ó he said. He apprised Alessandra some more, drinking
in her towel-draped figure. Her shoulders were bare, the towel being
wrapped about her middle. He looked at her slender white shoulders and
then lower, at the bulge that her two breasts made, pressing into her
towel. ÒDo you think youÕll ever be in Playboy?Ó Steve asked Alessandra.
The woman lifted a hand and brushed back her uncombed blonde hair; sheÕd
only had time to apply her lipstick before Sylvie came bursting home.
ÒDo you think thatÕs the only way youÕll ever get to see me naked?Ó
Alessandra asked the boy. He grinned.
ÒMaybe not,Ó he said, and had to shift himself suddenly in his chair,
for a reason it was not difficult for Alessandra to guess at; his cock had
lurched to a larger proportion in his pants.
ÒYouÕll think IÕm just a slut if I do you right here in my kitchen,
knowing just your first name,Ó Alessandra said to Steve.
ÒNo. I wonÕt,Ó Steve said, and he had to reach down and relieve the
pressure in his pants now, tugging them out and down to give himself more
room. Suddenly Alessandra dropped to her knees in front of the boy. He
scooted his chair back from the table to accommodate her as she came,
cat-like, toward him across the small space of floor that separated them.
Her blonde head, looming toward him, forced him to open his legs. She
lifted her face to him and said,
ÒHave you ever had a Vogue model submit herself to you?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Steve gasped. He reached for her blonde hair, grasped it and
pulled her closer. When her lips were against his pants, she opened her
mouth and let her tongue free. It roamed up his crotch, feeling the bulk of
him. It found his zipper. Her tongue withdrew behind her teeth and they
went to work. They clasped the small metal tab and pulled it down. The
lump of his white underpants came arching out through the opening made
by her teeth. ÒLet me help you,Ó Steve said, as AlessandraÕs tongue
reappeared and swirled across his white underpants lump, wetting the
cotton. The boy reached for the flap behind which his cock waited. He
opened it, loosing himself. He shot out eagerly, landing on AlessandraÕs
extended tongue. The woman gasped at the shock of his contact; he was as
big as sheÕd imagined, and oh so eager. Without allowing herself any
further reservations she immediately took the boy in her mouth; letting
him stretch her with his youthful enthusiasm, feeling as his pre-cum
flooded her mouth in preparation for a good hard spending. Above her head,
he gasped, his mouth exhaling as his heart raced. She could feel his pulse
in his cock, throbbing in her cheeks, heavy on her tongue. Like a girl
sucking a too-thick straw she now drew on him, eager for his seed. He
tried to hold himself back but the pleasure was too new, too great, his
youthful urge to desperate. Suddenly and without warning he spurted onto
the tongue of this lovely Vogue model, that heÕd seen in a delicate black
dress just yesterday at the store. He shot into her perfect lips, feeling
the clenching loveliness of her mouth, knowing he was defiling something
utterly beautiful, Vogue-beautiful, and loving every second of it. When he
was finished she released him. For the first time in her life she had
managed to swallow a man, without complaint, working her throat hard to
keep up with his youthful energy. Feeling him now in her belly, warm and
heavy, she looked up at him. She licked her lips. Hastily and with some
embarrassment he put himself away and restored his zipper. Even as he
did his crotch began to bulge again, uncomfortably, at the sight of her still
on her knees in front of him. She looked with compassion at his young
erection growing again in his pants.
ÒOh! Do you have to go again?Ó Alessandra asked, a bit of mock pity
showing in her voice. She felt superior to this little boy, with his big
muscles and his wonderful cock. It was an excellent feeling; she was
growing further in her development, still submissive but beginning to find
others who were, unwittingly perhaps, submissive to her.
ÒUh. Yeah. Should I take it out again?Ó There was a sound of
footsteps on the stairs beyond the kitchen. Alessandra sprang up. She
regained her chair, saying ÒNo!Ó quietly and quickly to the boy, just as her
niece came into the kitchen. The girl was wrapped in a bath towel,
otherwise naked.
ÒSylvie! What are you doing?Ó Alessandra asked. She reached out
and gripped the boyÕs empty orange juice glass, claiming it as her own.
ÒIÕm taking a bath,Ó Sylvie said. She frowned. ÒI just wanted to see
if HE left before I took all my clothes off.Ó Alessandra shook her blonde
hair back, trying to look composed.
ÒDonÕt worry, dear. He wonÕt spy on you,Ó Alessandra said. When she
turned again to look at the boy, she saw his eyes were as wide and eager
now for Sylvie as they had earlier been for her. The girl was indeed
lovely, but how traitorous men were! Having conquered the elder girl, he
was already thinking of giving his resprouted erection to the younger. ÒWe
were just having some juice,Ó Alessandra said. She blushed a little,
realizing the ribald frankness of her statement, more revealing perhaps
than sheÕd planned it to be. Sylvie looked at the glass in AlessandraÕs hand
and asked,
ÒWhat did he have?Ó
ÒUm? Him? He had, well, this glass of orange juice,Ó Alessandra
said. Then she realized that her lips might have a mustache and added,
hastily, ÒI had some milk.Ó Sylvie looked around quizzically for a glass,
saw none. ÒItÕs in the sink,Ó Alessandra said, but the girl, looking more
curious than ever, and quick as a kitten, was at the sink in no time, gazing
down into it, her towel high on her in back, showing just the slightest
undercurve of her bottom.
ÒThere isnÕt anything in the sink,Ó Sylvie said.
ÒI, uh, mean I drank it out of the carton,Ó Alessandra said. She gave
her mouth a quick wipe with her hand as the girl looked in the sink.
Abruptly Sylvie turned. There were tears in her eyes. ÒWe forgot to buy
milk this morning. Remember?Ó Sylvie said. And suddenly, in a flash,
Alessandra remembered going to the market with the girl and getting
some things, and cursing afterwards, because they had indeed forgotten to
buy milk.
ÒOh, God!Ó Sylvie cried. She rushed from the room. As she did her
towel slipped; suddenly she was naked, the boy sheÕd brought home and
Alessandra watching her nude, sobbing body as she turned and grabbed her
towel off the floor and went running upstairs. Alessandra was blushing
when she turned again to Steve. He was still staring at the spot where
Sylvie had lost her towel.
ÒPerhaps youÕd better go,Ó Alessandra said to Steve. ÒIÕm sorry. IÕve
obviously been a slut and created something here that I didnÕt want to.Ó
ÒItÕs alright,Ó Steve said. ÒI never got blown before. Thanks.Ó
ÒThatÕs what we Vogue models do in our spare time, when weÕre not
busy looking pretty and selling magazines,Ó Alessandra said, and although
the boy thought she was joking she was all too aware of the truth of her
statement.
ÒI donÕt think you should be in Playboy. I mean, I didnÕt mean to
sound bad or anything,Ó the boy said. Alessandra permitted herself to run
a hand down over his bulging right arm.
ÒDonÕt worry. I didnÕt take it as anything but a compliment,Ó
Alessandra said.
ÒOr you could be in Penthouse,Ó the boy offered.
ÒThatÕs enough,Ó Alessandra said. She grinned at him. She looked
down at his bulging crotch. ÒWhat are you going to do with that?Ó she
asked. ÒIt looks pretty hard to me.Ó Steve looked down at himself.
ÒI donÕt know,Ó he said.
ÒDonÕt stick it just anyplace,Ó Alessandra said.
ÒI wonÕt,Ó Steve answered. Alessandra walked the boy to her door.
She felt rather sorry for him as she opened her front door for him, letting
in the cool autumn air, and the sounds of the street. Where would he go
with his big thing? How would he find relief? She wanted to invite him
to WesleyÕs party but he was only 16, she didnÕt want to get Wesley in
trouble. Yet the boy was obviously such a well-built lad; properly trained,
he would make a sturdy woman-pleasing fucker. She wanted to strip him
naked and invite him upstairs and begin teaching him right away; why
should she leave the pleasure of such instruction to some other woman?
He was ready for all life had to offer, bursting with need and enthusiasm.
She longed to tie him to her bed and teach him the pleasures of the cunt,
the crop, the switch and the belt. Perhaps she could even induce him to be
taken where she herself had yet to be taken, in the behind, losing his
cherry to her as she taught him to work his cock to the fullest. Yes, for
once she would no longer be submissive, with such a young man as this.
She would train herself to be dominant, using him as her pupil. She would
show him off at parties, once he knew the ropes, and offer his cock to
favorite friends, letting them test him and train him as she had. He would
make the rounds of all New YorkÕs models, the new ones like her and the
older, more experienced ones. He would offer himself at all-female bridal
showers and learn the pleasures of complete obedience to a woman, only
to grow one day into the dominants that Alessandra availed herself of, the
men who knew how to use a woman with care so exacting it made her want
to gorge herself on cunt-splitting dildos. Alessandra leaned forward and
kissed the boy, who was slightly shorter than herself, on the forehead.
ÒCome again,Ó she purred, feeling sluttish and yet somehow utterly
female at the same time. She felt the boyÕs hands fly to her breasts,
pulling at her towel. She let him bare her and grope her, the nipples of her
tits rising swiftly under his manipulation. Then she yanked up her towel,
pushing him back and through the door, their hasty coupling at an end,
unfinished, unsatisfied, but with the promise of its continuance as sure as
the promise of spring lay in the dying autumn branches outside.
ÒIÕll call you,Ó the boy said. Alessandra nodded. Then she closed the
door and in doing so she realized the boy didnÕt have her number. Unless
Sylvie had given it to him. She turned and ran up her steps. She found the
girl red-faced in the bath tub, pouting but no longer crying. A rubber duck
sailed in innocent white bubbles that surrounded her young body.
ÒYou sucked his penis,Ó Sylvie said accusing to Alessandra. The
woman tried to ignore the girl, looked at herself in the mirror where sheÕd
been studying her image before Sylvie came home. The girlÕs clothes were
strewn on the bathroom floor.
ÒYou shouldnÕt just leave your clothes lying about,Ó Alessandra said.
ÒYou sucked him, didnÕt you?Ó Sylvie said. Alessandra traced her
lips. Their redness seemed richer, as if fed by rich-blooded cows.
ÒIÕm going out Friday, and IÕve hired a babysitter for you,Ó
Alessandra said to the girl.
ÒA babysitter?!Ó Sylvie cried. She splashed in the tub, angrily
moving her fists in shock and aggravation.
ÒYouÕre too young for the party IÕm going to,Ó Alessandra said. She
reached for a brush for her hair. ÒItÕs for adults,Ó she said.
ÒIÕm an adult. IÕm 13!Ó Sylvie said.
ÒYour mother doesnÕt think so,Ó Alessandra said, brushing her golden
hair, aware that little Sylvie, sitting in the tub, had hair as blonde and
yellow as her own. The girl was going to be a ÒGentlemanÕs blondeÓ just
like her.
ÒFuck my mother,Ó Sylvie said. Alessandra, to herself, inside her
head, added, ÒWith the same manners.Ó
ÒIÕm afraid I canÕt fuck your mother. I donÕt have a penis,Ó
Alessandra said. The rubber duck came flying out of the tub and hit her on
her thigh. ÒOwww!Ó Alessandra said. She glared at Sylvie. The girl glared
back.
ÒIÕm going to the party or IÕll tell mom you sucked my boyfriendÕs
cock,Ó Sylvie said.
ÒI thought you just met him,Ó Alessandra said.
ÒMy boyfriend-to-be,Ó Sylvie said, and Alessandra couldnÕt help
smirking, given her own desires for the boy. Alessandra walked over to
the tub, still holding her hair brush. She glowered down at little Sylvie
and the girl stared up at her defiantly.
ÒWhat if I turn you over and smack you with this?Ó Alessandra
asked.
ÒIÕm going to the party,Ó Sylvie said. Alessandra dropped down onto
the pink throw rug outside the tub and sat on it. She put her hairbrush on
the tubÕs edge, as if to keep it handy.
ÒDarling,Ó Alessandra said. She reached up and stroked back SylvieÕs
blonde hair out of her eyes, where it had fallen in the girlÕs anger.
SylvieÕs eyes were sky blue, just like her own, pools of rich lustre that
seemed to hold unexplored mysteries. ÒYou are right. I sucked off your
boyfriend in the kitchen. I didnÕt mean to. It was just, there he was, you
know, bulging in his pants, like boys sometimes do, and I couldnÕt help
myself, he looked so virile and horny and needy. But the party-- itÕs
something much more than just a quick suck in the kitchen, even if that
might seem like a lot to you. ItÕs well, people dressing up, but
lasciviously, wearing clothes that leave them half naked. ItÕs games, silly
games and ones not so silly, and some things that are truly beyond belief
for someone whoÕs only 13.Ó Alessandra stroked the girlÕs childish pale
cheek, feeling the baby fat still residing there, that gave her face a round
elfin look. ÒYouÕre still a virgin, but just last month I went to a party
where they made me take all the men, and then they made me take cocks
that werenÕt real, bigger than a man is.Ó
ÒMy God!Ó Sylvie gasped. Her young eyes widened with surprise.
ÒThey were nice people, donÕt get me wrong,Ó Alessandra added,
hastily, smoothing the girlÕs blonde locks where they had become wetly
tangled along her slim neck. ÒWell, I mean they were demanding, but they
were my friends. Well not my friends, I had only been introduced to them,
but friends of friends that I knew, not people who meant me harm. You
see, I agreed to it, to the party at least, going to it. The rest was meant
to test me, to help me grow as a person and meet new challenges. It built
my confidence. I feel more feminine. I know my limits now and I know I
can be pushed to new heights of awareness.Ó
They sat in the kitchen, after SylvieÕs bath, the two of them
discussing the thing some more. They were dressed fashionably, they
intended to go out shopping, but SylvieÕs curiosity, and AlessandraÕs
desire to explain herself, had grown larger in their minds than their need
to flit through stores and look at objects. Alessandra had a cup of coffee
at her place, almond flavored. Sylvie was drinking hot chocolate.
ÒBefore last monthÕs party, I was just a girl. IÕd been fucked, sure,
but I didnÕt really know how hard I could be pushed,Ó Alessandra said to
Sylvie. ÒNow I know how much I can take. And itÕs a lot more than I
thought I could. IÕm proud to know how receptive I can be.Ó
ÒMmmm,Ó Sylvie said.
ÒBut I still have much to learn,Ó Alessandra said. ÒAnd at these
parties, inevitably IÕm still a sub.Ó
ÒA substitute teacher?Ó Sylvie asked.
ÒNo!Ó Alessandra laughed. ÒA submissive. Someone who lets others
do things to them. It can be a male or a female,Ó she said. ÒAnyone who is
still inexperienced. In your case, if you went to the party, you would
inevitably be a sub.Ó
ÒOh!Ó Sylvie gasped.
ÒAnd I couldnÕt protect you all the time, not if IÕm a sub too,Ó
Alessandra went on. ÒThey know IÕm a sub, they still treat me like one,
once the preliminaries are over and everyoneÕs met each other and things
get going.Ó Alessandra tossed back her blonde head and smiled. ÒYou
would make a terrific little sub, IÕve got to admit,Ó she said.
ÒShow me what itÕs like!Ó Sylvie begged, even as a trace of fear
showed in her wide eyes.
ÒOh, I couldnÕt darling,Ó Alessandra told the girl. She reached out
and stroked her blonde hair, Sylvie flinching a little as she did it. For a
long moment the woman looked at the younger girl, and Sylvie returned her
stare, the two of them locking blue eyes, gazing into each other all the
way to their souls. ÒYou would let me, wouldnÕt you?Ó Alessandra said to
Sylvie. Slowly Sylvie nodded, wordlessly. ÒI know a man who would be
perfect for you,Ó Alessandra said. A smile broke across SylvieÕs lips.
ÒBut it must only be a taste, to let you know what you would be in for. I
canÕt take you to the party completely unprepared,Ó she said to the girl.
ÒAlright,Ó Sylvie said.
ÒFinish your hot chocolate, and then weÕll go see him,Ó Alessandra
said to the girl.
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