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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:
I�m Tommy, and I Tell!
That�s why All is Well!
I patrol the harbor,
Nearer and farther,
And Tell everything I see!
Nothing gets by Me!
�Toot! Toot!� I said.
�Huh?� Brad asked. We were in the kitchen. I was drawing Tommy
at the kitchen table, waiting while he fixed us sandwiches. I�d offered to
do it, but Brad had said �no.� I baked my first pie last night, and after Brad
ate it, he threw up. So he wasn�t trusting me to make him anything today.
I guess when the recipe said �flour,� and I couldn�t find any, I shouldn�t
have put in baby powder instead. But I figured, if it was good enough for a
baby�s bottom, shouldn�t it be okay for a grown man�s stomach?
As I colored in my drawing of Tommy I sat thinking about him. He
was always saying �Tell! Tell!� but who exactly was I supposed to tell?
�Auntie,� I said under my breath, to myself, pretending to Tell.
�Auntie, there�s a man twice my age who�s fucking me.�
�Well, dear, give him to me,� my auntie would no doubt reply.
�No, thanks,� I answered her, in my imagination.
(I snuck up on our house today, after school, to make sure Brad
wasn�t 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 didn�t want that.
�Tommy, you�re dumb,� I told my drawing of the tugboat.
�I�ll be finished with them in a minute,� Brad, his back turned, said
to me. �They�re very excellent sandwiches. They take a while to make.�
�No rush,� I said. �We can combine them with dinner.�
�Ho, ho. It won�t take that long,� Brad said. �Do you think your aunt
wants one?� Rebecca was out back, sunning herself by the pool.
�Nope, because I don�t want to have to wait that long for mine,� I
answered. �Toot! Toot!�
�What?� Brad asked.
�It�s what Tommy the tugboat says,� I told him. �He says we gotta
Tell on strange men who are twice our age and fuck us.�
�Fine,� Brad said.
�Toot! Toot!� I said.
�Quit saying that,� Brad told me, still working on our sandwiches.
�I�m going to say it every time you come near me, to keep myself
Protected,� I told him. �Maybe Tommy will hear it and save me.�
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.
�Toot! Toot!� I said.
�What?!� Brad asked. He put down my plate on top of my drawing.
�You�re getting too close,� I warned him. �And don�t put that on top
of my picture!�
�Sorry. I thought you were using it as a place mat,� Brad said.
I slid my drawing of Tommy out from underneath the plate he�d set
down. I held it up.
�See? This is Tommy the tugboat!� I said.
�Yes, Mrs. Picasso,� Brad answered. He sat down in the chair beside
mine.
�Toot! Toot!� I declared.
�What now?� Brad asked.
�You�re too close!� I warned him. �You need to sit on the other side
of the table. I�m just a little girl. You�re a big man.�
�You�re a little baby,� Brad said. He got up. He went around and sat
down in the chair across from me.
�Toot! Toot!� I said.
�What?� Brad asked, frowning.
�Tommy still thinks you�re too close to me,� I said. �Not me, but
him.� I held up my drawing.
�I�m eating outside, with a mature adult,� 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.
�Toot! Toot!� I hollared. �Wherever I go, you gotta move away,
�cause I�m just a little girl!�
We went outside, Brad striding ahead, me following, yelling, �Toot!
Toot!� Rebecca was lying in a chaise lounge on the patio. She looked up
from behind a fashion magazine.
�I don�t need a sandwich, Brad, dear,� Rebecca said.
�No, but I need some peace and quiet,� Brad said. He sat down in a
chair next to hers. I sat down in one next to him.
�Chloe, are you bothering Brad?� Rebecca asked me.
�No,� I said in a small voice. I began eating my sandwich. Then I
leaned toward my boyfriend. �Toot, toot!� I whispered.
�AUGHGH!� Brad said. He jumped up.
�What�s the matter?� Rebecca asked.
�Your niece is acting like a baby,� Brad said.
�No I�m not. I�m just saying �toot toot,� I said. Brad stormed inside,
leaving his soda. I took a sip from his can.
�Honey, are you being a nuisance?� my aunt asked me.
�Umm, ummm,� I said, shaking my head �no� and biting into my
sandwich. �Anyways,� I said, when I�d gotten a big mouthful of my
sandwich between my cheeks, �What good is having a boyfriend if you
can�t bug him?�
�Please don�t talk with food in your mouth, Chloe,� my aunt said. I
swallowed.
�Sorry, auntie. But I�m just playing,� I told her.
�I know,� she said. She smiled. She went back to reading her
magazine.
Indoors, Brad put on some music, loud, so he wouldn�t be able to hear
me if I said �toot toot� again.
�I�m done with my happy meal!� I announced. �Let�s play!� Carefully
I laid out the game boards I�d gotten from McDonald�s. There was one for
each person, plus one in the middle, for everyone to move their tokens
around on. It was �My Special Day,� for getting an �A� 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.
�What is this, spin the bottle?� Brad asked. He was unhappy that he
couldn�t watch football on T.V. But Rebecca told him we had to do just
what I wanted, since this was my special day.
�This game is called �Mate with Me Monopoly!� I said proudly. �I
made it up myself.�
�Where�s the money?� Brad said. �You can�t play Monopoly without
money.�
�In this game you can,� I replied.
�Oh, great. How in God�s name--� Brad began.
�Brad. Be nice!� Rebecca told him.
�A Monopoly game, as modified by a little girl. I�m sure this will be
much more interesting than football,� Brad groused.
�You�ll see, Bradley,� I told him. I grinned at him.
�Don�t call me Bradley,� he said. He frowned at me.
�Okay, stink hole,� I said. Rebecca giggled. I cleared my throat.
�Now, not only is there no money in my Monopoly, there�s no need for any
of those property cards either.� 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.)
�Six!� I said, reading the dice.
�Hey! Who said you can go first?� Brad asked.
�It�s my special day,� I told him proudly. �Stink hole.�
I counted out the six spaces, moving the dime that was serving as
my token.
�Or-- Or,� I said, bending close to read the square I�d landed on.
�It says, �Go to Jail�,� Brad told me.
�No it doesn�t, Bradley!� I said.
�It says Oriental Avenue, dear. Would you like to buy it?� Rebecca
asked me.
�Oh, goodie!� I said. I clapped my hands. �That means I own all three
of those light blue properties: Ore Avenue, V Avenue, and that long one at
the end, C Avenue.�
�Cunt etiquette Avenue,� Brad said.
�Connecticut Avenue,� 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, �Chloe�.) I told Rebecca
and Brad to do the same on their copies of the Monopoly board.
Rebecca rolled the dice next.
�Snake eyes!� Rebecca cried. She picked up a penny.
�Don�t use the penny. Use the nickel,� I told her.
�Why?� Rebecca asked me.
�Because I want Brad to have the penny, because it�s the cheapest!� I
told my aunt.
�Dear, don�t be mean,� Rebecca said. �I like the penny. I�m going to
use it for my token.� She counted out two spaces. �Community Chest.
What happens now, Chloe?�
�You have to do a sexy dance,� 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.
�I�ll bet you wouldn�t get one of those watching football,� I said to
Brad, pointing at his groin. He cleared his throat and blushed.
�This game does have some benefits,� he said. �But I still think a
game of Monopoly, using the boards we got free from McDonald�s, and
moving pennies and nickels around, must be pretty dumb. Especially if the
whole thing�s been invented by a girl who still likes Happy Meals.�
�Just wait,� I told him.
My aunt finished her dance and sat down. Brad rolled next.
�Seven!� Brad said. �I rolled more than anybody! I�m in the lead!� He
moved his token forward seven spaces. �Chance,� he said, reading the
square he�d landed on. �What do I get?� I fell on the floor and laughed.
�You get a slap on the ass!� I said.
�What?!� Brad cried.
�Pull down the back of your swimsuit. Rebecca and me both get to
slap your bare buns!� 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
I�d written the rules on.
�Hey!� I cried.
�I want to see these damn rules, so I know what�s going to happen,�
Brad said. He looked at everything I�d 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 everybody�s 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 everybody�s genitals.
Pennsylvania Avenue - Rub your genitals against everyone else�s genitals.
Boardwalk - Be penetrated by all the males� penises, and all the females�
tongues, in your pussy. (If you�re a male, penetrate all the females with
your cock.)
�Hey, wait a minute,� Brad said, reading my paper. �It doesn�t 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.�
�YEEEEEK!� I shouted. Rebecca took the paper from Brad and looked
at it. I drew myself up on my knees.
�Chloe,� Rebecca said. �I know you want us to chase you around my
house. But I don�t 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
we�re going to be using water, I�d like to take a moment to spread out a
mat on the floor so we don�t get the rug all wet.
�Okay,� I said, hesitantly.
�I�ll get the water!� 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.
�This game is getting pretty good,� Brad admitted. He looked over
my paper again, after I�d been doused. �What happens if somebody lands on
Vermont Avenue? Or on one of the other properties you don�t have written
down?� he asked me.
�It�s the same for all three,� I said. �Connecticut, the V one, and the
Ore one.�
�Connecticut, Vermont, and Oriental?� Brad asked me.
�Yes,� I said. �Any of those that you land on, you get cold water
splashed on you.�
�Great,� Brad said. �What about Jail? What happens if you�re just
visiting?�
�It�s the same as being in Jail,� I said. �There�s no �just visiting�.�
�Oh,� Brad said.
�How do you decide who wins?� Rebecca asked me.
�He who cums is out,� I said. �Or we can just play until we�re
exhausted.�
�Hmmm,� Rebecca said. �You�ve made up a very naughty game, dear.�
�Yep!� I said. �Just wait �til Brad brings all the guys over from his
fraternity at college! Then it�ll be me, having another special day, and
them!�
�I�m not even in a fraternity... yet,� Brad said.
�Well, join one,� I said. �I 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!�
�I don�t think they�d want to play with a girl who still eats Happy
Meals,� Brad said.
�I just thought the prize was cool,� I told him. �A glow-in-the-dark
moon pendant. That�s pretty cool, don�t you think?�
�Yeah, but it comes in a Happy Meal!� Brad said.
�Tomorrow, Bradley, since it�s my special day, you�re going to eat a
Happy Meal with me, so I can have three glow-in-the-dark moon pendants!�
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.
�Tomorrow isn�t your special day anymore,� Brad said.
�It is if I win this game,� I told him.
�You just might,� Rebecca told me. �A whole fraternity house,
indeed! You might ask me before you do that, dear.�
�CAN I?� I said.
�Let�s play this for now,� Rebecca answered. �This is quite dirty
enough, thank you.�
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 I�d have to
wait until I went to college before I could play Monopoly with all the
hunky guys in the fraternity.
�Then I�m going to get very good grades, so I can go to college early!�
I told her.
�Fine, dear,� my auntie replied.
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