Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 45    Sunday    July 9, 1995  
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D R E A M G I R L S  S T O R I E S
Bubblegum Bondage
Part Thirteen
by Andrew Roller

Chapter Eleven

         Los Angeles has seen many marvels, and is even in the business of 
creating them.  But even to decadent Los Angelenos, the sight of two 
nude girls piloting a limousine down the street is not an everyday 
phenomenon.
         "Good God!  We're not wearing any clothes!" Susie blurted.
         "You just figured that out, huh?" Melanie asked.  She was driving 
the car with the easy air of an expert now, though the vehicle wouldn't 
have known it, for it meandered all over the road.  The limo barely 
missed an oncoming car as Melanie gazed at two boys walking down the 
street.  The car's driver shouted a curse, but Melanie didn't hear.
         "What are we going to do?" Susie asked, a frantic note to her 
voice.
         "I don't know, and we don't have any money either, unless you can 
find some in an ashtray or something," Melanie said.  At once Susie 
yanked open the nearest ashtray.
         Susie was unburdening the car's glove compartment in a search 
for cash when Melanie pulled up, with a bit of a jolt, in front of a red 
light.  She was sitting waiting for the light, scrunched down in her seat 
as far as possible, when she heard a whistle.  She looked to her side, 
out the driver's window.
         A passenger in a diesel rig, unshaven and looking in need of a 
bath, leered down at Melanie.  There was no escaping this man's stare.  
No matter how far Melanie scrunched down, he could look right down 
into her lap.  Susie looked up from her work and realized that the limo's 
moonroof accorded the big truck's passenger an almost equally good 
view of her.  Susie dove into the well of her seat.
         "He's looking at us!" Susie screeched in a low voice to Melanie.
         "Yeah," Melanie said.  "And he's not even supposed to be looking at 
me.  I'm just a minor."  Her full breasts jiggled as she spoke.  Suddenly 
Melanie sat up straight in her seat.  She looked the man square in the 
face.  "Child molester!" Melanie yelled, and gave the man the 
raspberries.  Then, not even caring that the light was still red, she sped 
off.
         The next insurmountable difficulty the girls found themselves 
presented with was in front of a red light at a busy intersection.  Cars 
raced past, offering no opening for escape.  Beside them, this time on 
their right, was a school bus full of boys in football uniforms.  They 
gawked down at the girls, and several looked like they had begun to 
masturbate.  The bus's driver, a stolid middle aged woman, did not at 
once understand the cause of the commotion her boys were making.  
After several futile attempts to quiet  them by gazing up at her 
rearview mirror and yelling, she happened to look to her left.  There, in 
all their delectable nudity, sat Melanie and Susie.  The woman put her 
hand to her chest.  Her eyes widened.  
         The light changed and Melanie sped off.  The school bus sat at the 
light, engine idling.
         "I think she's dead!" One of the boys on the bus said of their 
driver, who now slumped lifeless in her seat.  Two boys, not caring at 
the condition of the driver but very keen on Melanie and Susie, yanked 
at the controls next to the driver which opened the bus's front door.  A 
moment later both the bus's front door and its emergency door at the 
rear stood wide open.  Boys in football uniforms poured out into the 
street, hoping somehow to catch the girls in the limo.  With remorse 
they realized that the light had changed to green and the limo was gone.  
They stared off into the distance, trying to catch sight of the magical 
vehicle, wondering if it had all been a mirage.
         "Maybe we should go to the police," Susie said as the limo sped 
along, its way marked by swerving vehicles and leaping pedestrians.
         "Like this?!" Melanie said.
         "Well, I guess we could go to my grandmomma's house," Susie 
said.  
         "Yes!  Let's do that!" Melanie said.  "I hate my mother and she'd 
give me royal Hell if she ever saw me pull up like this...naked and 
driving a limo!"
         "Well, I like my grandmomma," Susie said.  "But I still don't like 
the idea of trying to explain to her how I got into this mess!"
         The girls made for the apartment of Susie's grandmother.  Not 
having any car, the woman had no use for a garage.  The girls pulled up 
alongside the curb of the street in their limo.  Furtively they glanced 
around.
         "The coast looks clear," Melanie said.  "Let's make a break for it!"
         "Okay, cross your fingers," Susie said.  She made to open the door 
on her side of the car when she realized there was a meter pole 
blocking it.  "I can't get out!  You parked right next to a stupid meter 
pole!" Susie cried.  The blonde turned and spilled out the driver's side of 
the car behind Melanie.  Together they made for the steps that led up to 
the old brownstone.
         As the girls raced up the steps to the front door of the apartment 
building a nerd stepped out, his nose buried in a Playboy.  He caught 
sight of Susie and Melanie just as they raced past, their succulent 
breasts and bottoms jiggling with every step.  The nerd missed his own 
step as he stared in delighted stupefaction at the girl's retreating 
forms, and tumbled down the brownstone's steps.
         To their delight the girls found Susie's grandmother's apartment 
empty, and a note from the woman on the refrigerator saying that she 
was out shopping for groceries.  Both girls collapsed in exhausted 
relief on chairs at the kitchen table.
         "Do you think we should call 911?" Melanie asked.  
         "You mean, like, to report Elaine?" Susie said.
         "Yeah, what she did to us.  I could get her in real trouble telling 
what she did to me," Melanie said.
         "Like, you're going to stand up in court and say she stuck a dildo 
up your butt?" Susie asked.
         "Well, uh..." Melanie said.
         "I think we got a free limo out of the deal," Susie said.
         "Hey!  You're right!" Melanie crowed.  "If she's afraid of me putting 
her in jail, she'll never come looking for her limo!"
         "Now we just have to decide how to divide it up between us," 
Susie said.  "I live in Nebraska, you know."
         "Great!" Melanie said.  "I'm supposed to live with my mother here 
in L.A. for the next nine months.  Joint custody, don't you know.  My dad 
lives in Hawaii."
         "Hawaii?  Wow!" Susie gushed.
         "Yeah, but anyway, I can run away!" Melanie cried.
         "Run away?" Susie asked.  Girls in Nebraska didn't do that sort of 
thing.
         "Sure, I've always wanted to, but I've been afraid to," Melanie 
said.  "After I met Gloria last week in Waikiki and learned she lived in 
L.A. I asked if I could run away and live with her.  But she said no.  She 
said I could only be with her when mom said I could.  But now I could go 
with you!"
         "But I only have one airplane ticket," Susie said.
         "And a limo," Melanie said.  "Cash in your ticket for money and 
let's drive to Nebraska."
         An hour later Susie's grandmother came home and found a note on 
her refrigerator:
         "Dear Grandma, I love you, but I'm homesick.  I've gone home early 
to Nebraska.  A girl I met is driving me.  Love, Susie."
         "Tch!  Tch!  I guess I'll have to call her mother," Susie's 
grandmother remarked to herself.  "That girl is such a wallflower.  It's 
a pity such a pretty girl should be so shy.  I guess she'll wind up being a 
nun!"
         Susie and Melanie sped along the freeway heading east, vowing 
never again to fall into the hands of a domineering older woman.  At the 
same time they spoke glowingly of Las Vegas, and the pleasures that 
surely awaited them there.  Sparkling lights, beautiful women wearing 
the latest fashions, upscale gentlemen in abundance, and fat wallets.  
They joked of getting extra money for their trip by whoring in Vegas.  
Certainly the effect of Elaine's training had not entirely evaporated 
from their minds.
         Melanie was a spunky young girl, unafraid of adventure.  Her eyes 
tended to be bigger than her stomach, however.  Susie was a few inches 
taller, and several degrees cooler.  She seemed enveloped in a mix of 
shyness and regal indifference.  Her stay at Elaine's had tipped the 
balance in favor of the latter.
         The first night the girls stayed at a little inn on the border of a 
desert that separated California from Nevada.  A bit frightened at being 
all alone together, they nonetheless relished their solitude.  It was nice 
to take a normal bath for once and hop into bed for the purpose of sleep.  
In their dreams, however, hunky men floated, driven on by older women 
with whips to fuck Melanie and Susie.  Were these nightmares, or 
fantasies?  
         Susie woke up bathed in sweat.  The air conditioner in the wall 
was going full blast, and the air in the room felt cool, yet Susie was 
perspiring.  She looked down at Melanie, who lay beside her, her knees 
tucked under her chin and whimpering.  Susie brushed Melanie's brown 
locks from her forehead.  It felt hot.  "Mmm, please!" Melanie 
whimpered.  "MmmM!"
         "Melanie, wake up, you're having a nightmare!" Susie said.  
         "Hunh?  What?" Melanie asked.  She looked up at Susie with groggy 
eyes.  "Who are you?"
         "I'm Susie, silly!" the blonde said.  
         "Oh!" Melanie suddenly came awake.  "Susie!  You wouldn't believe 
it!  I was tied up and this man was screwing me!  And I was loving it!"
         "Sounds like my dream," Susie said.  "Any women with whips in 
it?"
         "No, but a lady with a riding crop.  She used it to hit me!  And 
afterward I kissed her crop and thanked her!"
         "It's just what Elaine did to us," Susie said.  "We wouldn't really 
love that sort of thing, would we?"
         "I hope not," Melanie said.  She cuddled into Susie's arms.  "Susie, 
will you protect me?" Melanie asked in a little girl's voice.  Her eyes 
gazed deep into Susie's, their faces only centimeters apart.  
         "Yes, if you'll protect me," Susie said.
         "Thank you," Melanie said, and kissed Susie on the lips.  She 
snuggled against her blonde friend and fell back to sleep.  Susie gazed 
up at the ceiling, listening to the gentle, rhythmic breathing of her 
friend.  Melanie's thigh shifted and rubbed across Susie's clitoris.  
Susie shivered.  She closed her eyes and began counting sheep, hoping 
for sleep.  Soon the sheep were sporting big penises, and instead of 
jumping a fence they jumped a kneeling Susie.  The sheep transformed 
into rams, and as each passed overhead Susie lifted her bottom, hoping 
to be impaled.
         It  didn't take long for Susie and Melanie to make friends in Las 
Vegas.  In fact, it seemed as if the whole world wanted to be their 
friend.  The girls settled on an older man and his wife as companions.  
They were named Martin and Beverly.  Martin, despite being in his mid-
forties, was awesome.  The girls loved flirting with him, because the 
presence of his wife made him safe.  Other males would sit nearby, 
dreaming of dominating the girls, while Susie and Melanie strutted 
their stuff, all under the protection of Martin, who in turn was kept at 
bay by Beverly.  Or so the girls thought.
         It was the girl's third day in Las Vegas and they were soaking up 
the morning sun by the hotel pool, relishing the warmth of the desert 
sun upon their bodies.  Other men, scattered around the pool, were 
relishing the girls.  Both were in stringy bikinis, loosely tied.
         "Oh, Martin, will you do my back for me?" Melanie purred, reaching 
back and untying her top.  Martin obliged, smoothing away the strings of 
her bikini from the golden curve of her back.  Melanie untied the string 
of her bra that looped about the back of her neck as Martin squirted 
suntan lotion into his palm.  Melanie lifted her chest slightly off her 
chaise lounge and pulled her little bra out from underneath her.  She 
flung it at Susie.  The blonde squealed, turning her head away, the bra 
hitting her on the side of the face.  
         "That does it, girl!  You won't see this again!" Susie said.  She 
plucked the discarded bra from her lap and walked over to a trash can.  
She dropped it in.  Melanie mewed, begging Susie to return her bra.  
Martin, meanwhile, began applying the sun tan lotion in long, easy 
strokes to her back.  When he had finished he got up and dove into the 
pool.  For awhile Melanie contented herself with getting a tan, but then 
her thoughts returned to her lost bra.
         Imprecations on the part of Melanie, addressed to Martin and 
Beverly, did nothing to get her bra back.  Soon the girl was asking any 
male who passed by, but she had managed to snub all of them over the 
previous two days and none of them would lift a finger to help her.  
They were, however, all eager to see Melanie go get her bra herself.  
         "Susie dear, we've been invited to a private party at a friend's 
house this afternoon and Martin and I were wondering if you girls would 
like to come?" Beverly asked languidly of Susie as they sipped 
cocktails by the pool.  
         "It  sounds fun!" Susie said.  "Melanie, you want to go to a party?"
         "As soon as I get my top back," Melanie said dolefully.
         "You shouldn't throw it at people," Susie said.  
         "I'm sorry," Melanie said.  "Pleeese?  I need my top, Susie!"
         "You used my toothbrush last night, remember?" Susie said.  "To 
clean your brushes and combs.  And you didn't even apologize.  You 
thought it was funny!"
         "Pleeese?" Melanie whined.
         "What shall we wear to the party, Beverly?" Susie asked, ignoring 
the girl.
         "Oh, clothing isn't important," Beverly said with a wave of her 
hand.
         "PLEEESE?" Melanie cried.  Martin walked up to Susie and Beverly, 
toweling himself.
         "Finished with your swim, darling?" Beverly asked.
         "Yeah, let's go up to our room," Martin said.  Susie and Beverly 
began packing up their things.  Suddenly Melanie, seeing that she was 
about to be left all alone with a dozen strange men and no bra, got up 
from her chaise lounge.  Susie and Beverly looked up in surprise as the 
girl padded past them, hands to her breasts and head hung low.  Then 
they burst out laughing.
         Melanie found herself in a bit of a predicament when she reached 
the garbage can.  She had to scrunch up her forearm to cover both her 
breasts as best she could whilst she reached down into the garbage can 
with her other hand.
         "Phew!  This thing stinks!" Melanie cried, leaping up from the can 
with her bra in her hand.  She twirled the bra around, trying to relieve 
it from any odors it might have picked up from the inside of the can.  
The whole crowd by the pool watched her, the females laughing at her 
predicament and the males drinking it in.
         "Look, mom!  That girl lost her bra in a garbage can!" a little boy 
cried, only now coming to an awareness of Melanie's difficulties.
         "I can't wear this!  It stinks!" Melanie cried to Susie and Beverly.  
The two females broke into a new round of laughter over their friend.
         "Gaaa!" Melanie cried suddenly, and, throwing her bra aside, went 
dashing into the hotel, hands over her breasts, hair streaming behind 
her.  The little boy went running for Melanie's bra, and his mother, 
leaping from her chaise lounge, went running after him.

D R E A M G I R L S  N E W S

HOT OFF THE PRESS
by holy joe

         Penthouse Letters, August 1995, $5.50
         Review:  Usually I do not look at this magazine.  It is basically just 
boring reprints of old Penthouse Forum letters.  (Which werenÕt worth 
reading the first time they were printed, in my opinion.)
         However, it occurred to me that I am now a reviewer for NND.  I have 
a responsibility to masturbate...I mean, review as much as I can.  (IÕve 
always been big on responsibility!)  Anyway, the girl in ÒHowdy, Neighbor 
(pg. 74)Ó has a really cute outfit.  Her breasts are too small and sheÕs a 
little old, but the outfit is great!  The magazine has an excellent cover, 
although IÕve ÒreviewedÓ that particular photo in years past.

D R E A M G I R L S  L E T T E R S

FREE ADVICE to the Police Captain of (the aptly named) Taunton, MA:  
Sooner or later you are going to fuck with someone who has the 
personality of Tim McVeigh.  Then your T.V. show will not be so popular.  
(Re:  USA TODAY, June 19, 1995, pg. 3A)

FOR THOSE who still havenÕt had their fill of anti-male yuppie feminist 
propaganda, CNN is rebroadcasting its ÒThieves of ChildhoodÓ program on 
Sunday, July 9, at 9 p.m. Eastern (U.S.A.) time.  This is the first 
documentary I know of that ever featured (surprise!) the thoughts and 
voices of actual pedophiles (outside of a prison).  However, the pedophiles 
are only permitted to speak in a highly biased context with ominous music 
playing continuously in the background.  
         Despite doing many documentaries, Ted Turner (owner of CNN) has 
yet to do one on his wife, Jane Fonda.  How interesting it would be to 
follow ÒThieves of ChildhoodÓ with footage of Jane Fonda visiting Hanoi 
during the Vietnam war.  There she (literally) betrayed American 
prisoners of war, who were subsequently tortured and killed by the North 
Vietnamese, based on information Jane provided to their captors.  Jane 
also sat in an actual anti-aircraft gun battery and boasted about shooting 
down American fliers.  Most American boys in Vietnam were, of course, 
teenagers.  (Talk about a ÒThief of Childhood,Ó eh Ted?  YouÕre sleeping 
with one.)

NEWT ÒANNOUNCESÓ

         On the Thursday, June 6th broadcast of the PBS show Charlie Rose, 
Newt Gingrich gave his strongest indication yet of wanting to be President 
of the United States.  In the final moments of the broadcast, the following 
dialogue took place:
         Rose:  ÒYou would like to be president?Ó
         Gingrich:  ÒIf I can get it, sure.Ó
         This is important to a.s.s. for the following reason:  On Wednesday, 
June 5th Gingrich addressed the National Press Club (in Washington D.C.).  
When asked about Òpornography on the Internet,Ó Gingrich was opposed 
ONLY to Òchild pornographyÓ and Òpedophiles.Ó  He was UNopposed to ALL 
other forms of so-called Òpornography.Ó  

PREDICTIONS:

1.  Senator Bob Dole will have to hack his way through Newt Gingrich in 
order to win the Republican nomination (for president) in 1996.

2.  The ÒExonÓ legislation is totally dead.  Gingrich, as described by the 
National Press Club in its introduction of him on June 5th, has Òcomplete 
control of his party and effective control of the institution.Ó  (The 
Republican party is the majority party in the U.S. House and Gingrich is 
Speaker.)

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