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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
AMSTERDAM DAMSELS
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Chapter One
I got my very own card to the health club on my fifteenth birthday.
It was a relief to me. Lots of cute guys went there, but I couldn�t go,
because if you weren�t fifteen you were considered too young. Maybe they
were afraid I�d meet somebody. Well, I did meet someone. But it wasn�t a
pervert. It was a woman.
I still remember my first day, marching in there, presenting my
card, proud at last not to be stuck in day care while my dad worked out.
He didn�t go much anymore, which I was quite thankful for. It�s no fun
having your dad looking over your shoulder, �monitoring� everyone you talk
to. He�d gone when I was younger; eight, nine, leaving me with the kids
and the fat woman in the back, playing Candyland. Then he�d gotten busy at
work, and divorced my mom. I hardly ever saw him anymore. It was fine
with me. I think he was, at the moment, having an affair with one of his
secretaries.
I surveyed the vast assembly of machines. So many! And lots of
sweaty guys pouring over their workout. I decided to begin with the
stair-stepper machine. I got up on it. There was a woman beside me,
blonde, with long tresses down to her waist. I tried to get my machine
started. I couldn�t make it go.
�Would you like some help?� the blonde beside me asked. I blushed.
�I guess so,� I replied. I realized as she bent close to help that she
was younger than I�d thought, perhaps only a few years older than me! But
her demeanor was one of utter assurance, complete sophistication. She
had a light Swedish accent. I smelled her perfume. It was delicious, like
crushed rose petals; light, airy, yet with just a scent of menace, as if any
man who let himself slip into her grasp would never escape her long, fine
fingers.
With her polished nails she deftly entered the needed codes for my
machine. She asked if I were a beginner. I nodded, embarrassed to admit
that I was so new at this.
�It�s okay,� she smiled. A radiant, sunshiny smile. Her eyes
smouldered. Distant thunderclouds hovered beyond her pupils. �I just
joined last month. It took me awhile to learn all this myself. There! Five
minutes. That should do you. I�ll bet you�ll be winded after that, but don�t
worry, you�ll build up your endurance as time goes by.�
�Thanks,� I said. There was nothing in her eyes but female
companionship, I decided. I�d found a new friend.
We worked out together, and sure enough, after five minutes I was
pooped.
�Too many afternoons at home watching Gullible�s Island,� my new
friend smiled at me. I nodded my agreement, my breath gasping.
�There are other things you can try,� she smiled, her eyes glancing
toward the guys in the free weight room. I shook my head �no.� �Shy?� she
asked.
�Yeah,� I replied.
�I�m Kali,� she told me. Her voice was sweet. Her eyes beckoned me
to cast away my fears.
�I�m Melody," I replied. I walked away. I put a finger to my mouth,
contemplating. I think she watched me, going. I wanted her to watch.
With her eyes behind me I went where I�d said I wouldn�t, to the free
weight room. I guy said hello to me. He helped me lift up a barbell and do
curls with it.
I met Kali a lot at the gym, in the ensuing days. I met some guys too.
They were mostly older. They helped me, but seemed afraid to ask me out.
Jailbait, you know. But I enjoyed their attention.
Kali and I were on the stair-steppers together about two weeks
later. It was early evening, a Saturday. There was a World Series Playoff
going on at the time, so only a few people were at the gym. Kali and I had
the entire row of stairsteppers to ourselves.
�Do you go to college?� I asked her.
�Nope,� she replied. There was a smile on her face that hid a secret.
�You work?� I asked. She always had very cool gym clothes.
�Hmm,� she said, half-nodding, dropping her eyes to her stair-
stepper, as if to study the codes entered there.
�What do you do?� I asked.
�I�m a sexual torturess,� she replied. Her eyes met mine, blazed a
moment, held me. I was unmoved at first, then the words sank in. A little
gasp slipped out of my throat. I did not know if I�d heard her right. Had I?
�A what?� I asked. She could see my cheeks had acquired a flush.
�A sexual torturess,� she said again, firmly.
�What�s that?� I murmured, mouthed, afraid, tantalized.
�People pay me to torment them,� Kali replied. Her words were
graceful, smooth. �Their genitals, you know, naked and all that.� She gave
the seat of her bottom a little slap.
�Like-like a whore?� I asked. I was somewhere between Never-
Never Land and the Twilight Zone, my mind drifting, my spine tingling.
�A trollop,� she smiled. It sounded �lollipop.� �But with special
powers,� she added.
�Like...� my voice trailed off. I�d heard stories, rumors at school,
about people...what they did...what adults did.
�Yes,� she laughed. Her voice was high, childish.
�But--How old are you?� I asked.
�Seventeen,� she said. Yes, she�d told me that yesterday.
�You�re too young to be a prostitute!� I blurted.
�Shhh!� A finger to her lips. �Nobody is too young or too old to be a
prostitute, dear. It�s illegal, don�cha know. Anyway, that�s the customer�s
problem, not mine.�
�Yes, I guess it is,� I breathed. I did not know whether to keep
stair-stepping or go running out the door. Only two years older than me,
and she was an accomplished whore!
�I�m flying to Europe next week,� Kali said softly. �Would you like
to cum?� I swear that�s exactly how she said it.
�I-I don�t know,� I replied. But I already did. My mind swirled. In
my head I said �no,� but my conscience must have been speaking very
softly. �Yes,� came out. At least I think it did. Thinking back, I might
have actually said �no.� But that wouldn�t have mattered. Not to someone
like Kali.
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