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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
BIKINI BRIGADE
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Chapter Fifteen
Tommy had tracked marshmellow goo into his hole under the marsh.
But he didn�t notice. He was too busy trying to assemble a new gun for
himself. He pounded furiously on a length of metal with a shorter piece of
metal. His hair was a mess. It had dried two days earlier with goo in it,
and he hadn�t combed it or washed it since. He still wore the same
clothes, now dried, that he�d fallen into the marsh with.
�Those dratted ladies!� Tommy muttered. �I�ll blast all four of them
to Kingdom Come! Especially that tall one. And the others too, including
that lady who had no hair on her head. Who ever heard of a lady with no
hair on her head?�
Tommy continued working. He thought of building a net, too, when
his gun was finished. He�d try to use it to trap an eclair. It would be
easier, finding the women, if he could ride high above Candyland, on the
back of an eclair, looking for them. But the problem, of course, was that
even if he managed to trap an eclair, and get on its back, and then get the
net off it (if he used a net), how would he control the damn thing?
�If I could just make reins for it, and a bit,� Tommy said to himself,
still pounding on the piece of metal. �Then I might control it. Or if I had a
big clump of grass, maybe, on the end of a fishing pole. I could sit on its
back and dangle the grass in front of it. Then it would fly in whatever
direction I moved the grass...� It was an absurd-sounding idea, but then so
was the idea of shooting marshmellow goop out of a gun.
�The Nudie Brigade?� Pauline asked me.
�Huh?� I replied. We had found my flying lollipop and we were
dragging it, together, up out of the surf. On the beach lay my gun. It was
squirting cream, at the moment, but I hoped if I kept pulling its trigger
that it would eventually start squirting marshmellow goop again. The
cream looked nice, coming out of the gun, but it wasn�t sticky, like the
marshmellow goop was. It was like being armed with a water pistol.
�The Nudie Brigade?� Pauline asked me again.
�Omigosh!� I cried. I suddenly realized I was totally naked. I leapt
up from where I�d been standing, hunched over the lollipop. I clapped my
hands over my breasts. Then, realizing my pubis was bare, I put my hands
over it, only to leave my tits hanging free, like women you see in
Polynesia. I gazed out across the Sea of Cream, wondering where my
bikini was. I�d lost it somewhere, falling from the sky. Thinking back, I
remembered my tits bouncing free of my bra, sometime during my sky
battle with Katie. But I�d been so busy fighting her, at the time, I had
barely noticed. The sea glided in around my lollipop, threatening to pull it
back out into the surf. Pauline looked up at me with wide eyes. My
lollipop lay at our feet. Half of it was up out of the creamy sea, lying on
the sand. The other half was still submerged. A wavelet rippled up over
its seat.
�You can wear my swimsuit,� Pauline said to me.
�No, that�s okay,� I said, glancing down at her little one-piece. Then
a thought occurred to me. �You know, I said, if you don�t mind going
topless, we could cut your swimsuit in half. Then I�d at least have a
bottom. And you�d have a bikini. Which is necessary, I suppose, if you�re
going to be a member of the Bikini Brigade.�
�Okay,� Pauline said. She pulled the straps of her one-piece down
off her arms. She showed her tits. They were twin little buds of flesh,
like pink cherries. She pulled her suit down farther, exposing her 6-year-
old tummy. I looked at her navel. I hated to rob her of half her swimsuit,
but there seemed no other way, unless I wanted to be a nudist. I watched
as she bared her cunny and pushed her suit down her legs to her feet. She
stepped out of it, tramping upon it as she did so. Six-year-olds are not
the most graceful strippers. Happily she held it up to me.
�Here! We�ll share!� Pauline said. And I realized that, if I didn�t
insist upon it, she�d probably be content to run around naked, with no suit
at all, and to be, indeed, a member of a newly-formed �Nudie Brigade�.
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Cream, check out Playboy�s Nudes, December 1997, pgs. 58-59. It�s a
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The caravan of tumbrils rolled along under trees shaped like
lollipops.
�It�s the Lollipop Forest,� Peanut Butter Polly said to Matilda,
gazing out at the road ahead of them. A team of peanuts was pulling the
tumbril they rode in. More tumbrils followed theirs, all of them pulled
along by peanuts.
�The what?� Matilda asked.
�The Lollipop Forest, dear,� Polly said. They passed through groves
of lollipops. The suckers were different sizes, and different colors, red
and green and blue and lavender and orange, and while some of them were
smaller than their tumbril, many lollipops were so big they stood over
their heads. They cast long shadows in the afternoon sun.
�They must have filmed a Shirley Temple movie here,� Wilma said.
�She�s pretty cute,� Al said. �Um, you know, at dancing,� he added
quickly, seeing Matilda give him an angry frown. �She�s quite talented... at
dancing!�
�Well, they should have taken the damn props down by now,� Matilda
scowled. �Who ever heard of leaving an old movie set intact for this
long?�
�Do you mind if we stop?� Al asked. �I really do have to go to the
bathroom.�
�I�m afraid some of the peanuts do too,� Polly said. �I don�t think
they�re running with such alacrity, some of them, entirely due to their
enthusiasm for our mission.�
�Oh, alright,� Matilda said. �Have them stop running. We�ll get out
and all have ourselves a break.�
Polly called to the peanuts to stop pulling their tumbril. Behind
them, other peanuts, hearing her command, passed it back along the
column. All of the tumbrils stopped.
Al got down and went into the Lollipop Forest. He relieved himself
against the base of a long-stemmed red lollipop.
�Ahhhh,� Al said to himself, listening as he peed. He gazed back
behind himself. Through the sticks of the thickly clustered lollipop trees,
he could just make out part of the sign on their lead tumbril: �PMS
Enterprises.� Which stood, of course, for �Polly and Matilda to the Sultan.�
It was a daunting enterprise, trying to locate two missing girls on this
giant movie set, but there seemed no other way. They still hadn�t found a
telephone. And they�d gotten where they were quite oddly, by some
contrivance that appeared to transport them across a vast sea, on a
rainbow. The only way to find the girls, and get out of the damn place they
were in now, seemed to be to follow the main road. How odd that it was
made out of purple gravel, though, and that all the extras helping them in
their search never took off their costumes. The old woman, Polly,
remained in her peanut butter colored attire. And the midgets seemed
entirely satisfied to remain dressed up as peanuts.
�Odd. Very odd,� Al nodded to himself. He zipped himself up. �Ah
well, we must find those girls,� he said to himself. �Can�t have them just
running around loose. They need supervision. Children must be protected
at all times!�
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