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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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Chapter Four
"It's hard for me," Dick said as he sat on an overstuffed chair in a
hotel room they had checked into.
"What's hard for you, Dickie?" Willette asked. She had just stepped
from the bathroom. She was dripping wet and totally naked.
Dick rose and walked over to Willette. He took her by the arm. He
walked her back to his chair and sat down, putting her on his knee. Now
she was getting somewhere! Dick looked at her sternly.
"One," Dick said. "My young wife was killed by New World Order. In a
terrorist attack, several years ago, in the Middle East. You're not going to
get killed by them too. Two, your running around naked and inviting me to
sleep with you and take showers with you and stuff like that is starting to
get to me. I am a man, you know."
"I know that, Dickie," Willette said softly.
"I swore never to have anything to do with women again until I'd
taken revenge on New World Order for my wife's death," Dick said. "And I
haven't. But, and this is point number three, you're not even a woman."
Willette frowned, clearly offended. "Well, I apologize for that," Dick
continued. "Sure you look like a woman, but you just turned 18 last month.
And you won't even be able to drink in this state for another three years!"
"I could move to another state," Willette pouted.
"There's precious few of them left where an 18-year-old can drink,"
Dick said.
"I've been drinking since I was 10," Willette said. "So there." She
stuck out her tongue.
"If you were my daughter I'd slap you," Dick said. His hand drifted
down to her bare thigh. "And spank you, for drinking at such a young age."
"Perhaps you should, Dickie," Willette said. "It is very naughty for a
little 10-year-old girl to be drinking, isn't it? Especially when she knows
she's not supposed to?"
"Well, now that you know my condition I only want one thing from
you," Dick said. "Stop running around naked, O.K.? Wear a chador or
something." He rose and slipped her off his knees. Willette stood and
brushed back her blonde mane with her hands.
"This is the way God made me," Willette said, thrusting out her
breasts impudently.
"I'd put you over my knee right now but I know that's just what you
want," Dick said.
"It would give you pleasure to see my little nude body squirming on
my lap, wouldn't it, Dickie," Willette asked. She put her hands on her hips
and gave them a little wriggle. "Then you would be violating your promise
to your wife." Suddenly Dick slapped Willette hard across the face. She
reeled back from him. Tears welled up in her eyes. She put her hand to her
injured cheek.
"I take my promise to my wife very seriously, little girl," Dick said.
He advanced on her, and Willette retreated. Her back pressed up against a
wall. "When I find someplace I can dump you I'm going to dump you, hear?
And until then I expect you to dress reasonably modestly, to preserve my
sanity and keep every man in town from reporting that we passed through."
"Yes, sir," Willette said, tears streaming down her face.
"And don't call me 'sir,' Godammit! I'm not your master, I'm not your
boyfriend, I'm not anything to you! I'm just Dick. A cop. A lost old cop
trying to reap some small measure of justice in an increasingly fucked up
world." Dick turned away. "Drinking at age 10! I can't believe you
American girls."
Willette said nothing more to Dick that afternoon. She sat curled up
in a corner, reading a glamor magazine, furtively looking up now and then
to watch Dick as he plotted their potential escape routes on a map.
Occasionally he would write on a pad of paper supplied by the hotel. When
writing, he seemed to be drawing a lot from memory. As if trying to write
down passwords, access codes, relationships of people and telephone
numbers before he forgot them. Sometimes Dick would just sit and stare
out the window, oblivious to Willette, who sat in a corner just to one side
of the window. The previous day Dick had given her some money to buy
clothes. Perhaps the reason he was so upset was because she had spent
half his money on lingerie. Perhaps that was why he had chewed her out
so fiercely two hours earlier. And slapped her. Willette knew he had not
meant to do that. She could see the regret in his eyes even as he drew
back his hand from her face. But she had been sassy about his wife. She
wished she could experience love as deeply as Dick obviously had.
That night, at dinner, Willette could stand the silence no longer.
They were seated in a lovely section of the hotel's restaurant that was lit
only by candles. The waiter had seated them in a small booth, although
Dick had asked for a table. The waiter had said the only tables were in the
smoking section of the restaurant. Dick had looked at Willette, and she
had nodded her head no. "Non-smoking, sure," Dick had muttered to her.
"I'm sure you've been drinking since age 10 but haven't ever touched a
cigarette in your life."
Willette looked up at Dick. He seemed somber as he cut his steak.
He looked down at his plate, cutting vigorously, almost as if the steak
were a New World Order terrorist. As soon as he had put one piece of
steak in his mouth he quickly chewed it and, without looking up, went for
another.
"Dick?" Willette asked. The man didn't answer. "Dick?" Willette
asked again. "What did your wife look like?" Dick looked up. He looked
exasperated.
"You're just not going to let me alone, are you?" Dick asked.
"No, Dickie, I love you," Willette said in a hushed voice. "And if that
makes you slap me again, so be it." Dick slumped back in his chair. His
eyes softened.
"My wife looked just like you," Dick said. His eyes gazed steadily at
Willette. The blonde gulped.
"Some wine, sir?" a waitress asked, suddenly bouying up to the table.
Dick looked up at her.
"Your finest," Dick said. "Bring me your finest."
"Just one glass, sir?" the waitress asked, taking down his order.
"No, two," Dick said. "She's 21."
"Of course, sir," the waitress said, and hurried off with his order.
Willette gulped.
"Your wife looked just like me?" Willette asked.
"Yes," Dick said. There was no resistance left in him now. "Just like
you. Same eyes, same hair, same...body. Same age, too. I married her
when she was just 18. She was an Ex-Pat in Jordan and I had a great job
there. Then New World Order struck."
"HowÑhow old are you now, Dickie?" Willette asked.
"Thirty-five," Dick replied. "Though I probably look younger. I was
twenty-nine when I married my wife. We had a great two years together.
She died at age 20."
"Did you have, did you have any children?" Willette asked.
"No," Dick said. "We were still enjoying just being with each other."
"I see," Willette said.
There was a tension between them when they regained the hotel
room. The conversation at dinner had turned very intimate. Dick had
spoken of his relationship with his former wife, Diane; Willette had talked
of past affairs with boyfriends. When they entered the room it was clear
they were not the same two people who had left it. Both of them knew
what Nature now expected of two virile young people left alone in a hotel
room. Nature cared nothing for dead wives.
"I don't think we should sleep here tonight," Dick observed.
"Dickie," Willette said softly. "I know we're safe here. Safe from
the terrorists." Her emphasis on the word 'terrorists' was not for
nothing.
"You heard me say we'd be safe sleeping here tonight, did you?" Dick
asked. "Well, maybe I've changed my mind." Willette walked up to him and
pressed herself against him.
"Changed your mind, Dickie?" Willette asked. "For what reason?"
"Well, giving you a good night's sleep is more important than any
concerns I may have," Dick said. His hand brushed Willette's hip. "Alright,
we'll stay here. You're right. We'll be safe from terrorists here for the
night."
"Thank you, Dickie," Willette said. She lightly kissed his chest. She
wished his shirt wasn't in the way. "And if you need to keep me up for any
reason, don't hesitate," Willette said. Dick gave a sigh.
"Try not to wear any lingerie that's too revealing," Dick breathed.
"I'll try, Dickie, I promise," Willette said. She kissed his chest once
more and then stepped back.
Dick turned and walked to the side of his bed. There were two beds
in the room, one for him, and one for Willette. He sat down facing the
window that looked out over the hotel parking lot. Slowly he began to
strip down to his undershorts.
Willette watched him as she fished lingerie from a dresser drawer.
She knew he was trying to avoid gazing at her reflection in the glass.
Slowly, easily, she stripped out of her clothes. Then she put on a baby doll
nightie. She tied the twin strings on the nightie that dangled between her
breasts into a little bow. Then she selected a matching pair of skimpy
drawstring panties and tied them about her waist. She padded over to
Dick.
The man looked up and caught his breath. "Go to bed," Dick said to
Willette. There was a bulge in his crotch. Willette leaned into him and
threw his arms around his neck. Her breasts bobbed against his chest. It
was naked now. She could feel the hairs of his chest through the thin
material of her nightie.
"I want to kiss you goodnight," Willette said softly to Dick. She
hugged him hard and then pecked him on his cheek. She had aimed for his
lips, but at the last minute he had turned away. Dick lifted a hand and
patted her pantied bottom.
"Go to bed," Dick whispered. "We have a long day tomorrow."
"Yes, sir," Willette said, and kissed him again. This time she got him
on the lips. Then she rose and pranced away, knowing that Dick was
drinking in every movement of her retreating figure, even as he cursed
himself for doing so.
"Keep your Uzi under your pillow," Dick called.
"Yes, sir," Willette said brightly. She climbed into bed, her pantied
bottom wiggling on the glass of the window as she made for the pillows.
A moment later and she had snuggled under the covers. Dick climbed into
his own bed and rolled over to face her.
"I'm sorry I slapped you today," Dick said to Willette.
"I know you are," Willette sighed, regarding him with warm eyes.
Dick reached up to the lamp that sat on a table between their beds and
clicked it off.
The next morning Dick decided they should take in breakfast before
hitting the road. "Don't eat too slowly," Dick warned. "But don't skip the
fruit either. I want to make sure you get all your nutrition."
"Of course, Dickie," Willette said. "I just skipped the fruit yesterday
'cause I got full on pancakes."
"Well, put lots of strawberries or something on top of them today."
"Mmm, that sounds like just the perfect thing," Willette said. She
gazed across the table at him. "I suppose next you'll be razzing me about
eating my vegetables."
"Yes, I will," Dick said. "And your clothes. And I'm going to make
sure you turn in early every night so you get plenty of sleep."
"You must have had a very compliant wife, Dickie," Willette said.
"We Arabs are not entirely like you Americans," Dick said.
"But your wife...wasn't she an American?" Willette asked.
"She was from Romania," Dick said. "And she knew the value of a
good husband who directed her life properly for her."
"God!" Willette exploded. "You're just a male chauvinist pig, you
know that, Dickie?"
"And you, my dear, are not my wife," Dick reminded her. "You are a
mere unmarried child, in a woman's body. I know what passions a young
girl like you is possessed with and as long as you're in my custody I intend
to restrain them."
"So, what if I just get up right now and walk away?" Willette asked.
"Keep your voice down," Dick hissed.
"No! I won't!" Willette cried. Several people at the next table
glanced over at them. "I'm going to the ladies' room," Willette said, and
stood up abruptly and walked away.
"Willette!" Dick hissed, but the girl sashayed away, turning heads
along the length of the bar as her voluptuous figure sashayed past the men
there.
A moment after Willette's departure their food arrived. "Help
yourself to the fruit bar too if you like, sir," the waitress said.
"Sure," Dick replied. His mind was numb. The girl was in great
danger, and here was her food now, getting cold, with little time for
either of them to eat before they must go. Dick gulped down his food. "Not
much time," he kept telling himself, meanwhile cursing Willette. But in
the pit of his stomach he felt a gnawing that was not there due to hunger
or eating too fast. He loved that girl, that impetuous American girl with
her fantastic face and her unbelievable body. He loved her and he never
wanted her out of his sight again.
"Dickie, I don't like you so much anymore," Willette said as they
headed down the highway. The girl had dallied so long in the ladies' room
Dick had begun to fear she had been killed there. He had been unable to
finish his meal, so concerned was he for Willette. And Willette had
returned only after her food had gotten cold and snubbed it, eating nothing.
Worst of all, though, Dick knew he had blown a great opportunity to lay one
of America's finest girls. Dick was in a sour mood.
"I don't want to hear any more of your talk about how you love me, or
don't like me, or anything!" Dick roared. "And I'd dare you to get out of
this car too and leave you stranded by the roadside, except I know you're
such a headstrong bitch that you'd take me up on it!"
"That's right," Willette smiled. "I'd get right out of this car and just
stand there and wait for the terrorists to come and kill me. Because then
you wouldn't have just your wife to feel guilty about, you'd have me to feel
guilty about too!"
"What you need, little girl, is a good strapping," Dick breathed. It
seemed as if fire was exhaled with his breath, he was so angry. Willette
knew he would have slapped her there and then, if he hadn't already
exhausted that option yesterday.
"Yes, I'm just a naughty little girl, and I need a big tough man like
you to spank my bottom and make me behave," Willette said. Then she
laughed. She knew what affect that would have on Dick. Now he would
have to contend with being angry and aroused both at the same time.
Willette lay back in the seat, relishing the poor condition of the
highway, which made her braless breasts jiggle with every bump. She had
selected her wardrobe carefully. A white blouse, just opaque enough to
give a hint of her pink areolas. A black leather miniskirt, just short
enough to show off the base of her pantied rear when she walked
especially briskly. And, of course, five inch spiked heels and daring,
dangling earrings. Why, she looked so pretty she could imagine even the
terrorists not wanting to shoot her. But then she remembered Aram. He
would do much more to her than just shoot her.
"Dickie?" Willette asked. The man said nothing. "Dickie, I'm talking
to you. As your little child whom you are responsible for as an upstanding
policeman."
"What is it, Willette?" Dick sighed.
"Remember when we talked about Aram? Remember how I cried and
you cuddled me?" Willette asked.
"Just part of my official duties," Dick said. "It's important to
comfort witnesses if necessary, to help them tell their story as
completely as possible."
"Well, Dickie, now that I've told you everything I know about Aram, I
want you to tell me everything you know about him," Willette said.
"What? With you threatening to run out on me?" Dick said. He
couldn't believe he was even bantering with this girl about such a
sensitive subject. "What I know about Aram would get me killed in five
minutes," Dick said.
"Well, that would be a benefit to me, then," Willette said, "Because
you've already told me that Aram would have killed me, but taken half a
day to do it." Dick looked over at her.
"Aram wouldn't be killing you for what you know, though. He does
that to every pretty girl like you," Dick said.
"Then I think you'd better fill my mind with knowledge about Aram,"
Willette said. "So I die for what I know, not for how I look." Dick smiled.
"You are one Hell of a girl, you know that?"
"I give good head too," Willette smiled.
"God damn!" Dick cried. The car swerved. "Don't say things like that
to me, Willette!"
Willette rocked in her seat as Dick regained control of the vehicle.
Her hands gripped the side door, then floated back to her lap. "Well, I am,"
Willette pouted. "And any woman worth her salt would be dying to relieve
you of your burden after four years of abstinence, Dickie. Not that I'm a
woman, of course."
"Oh, of course not," Dick said. "How long have you been practicing
abstinence, little girl?"
"With my pussy or my asshole?" Willette asked. Dick gripped the
wheel, nearly losing control of the car again.
"You are a slut," Dick announced.
"No I'm not," Willette said. "I'm just a normal American girl. And,
like other girls my age, I'm not a virgin and I enjoy making males feel
better by milking their balls for them. But, since you did ask about
abstinence, I'll be happy to tell you...my asshole's been practicing
abstinence since the day I was born!"
"And I'll bet you're just dying to get a penis up there too, aren't you?"
Dick asked.
"Yes, Dickie, and you know who's the front runner for that right
now?" Willette asked. She leaned over and boldly placed her fingertips on
Dick's crotch.
"Get your hand off my dick!" Dick muttered very slowly under his
breath.
"Why, will you slap me again if I don't?" Willette asked. She
increased the pressure of her fingers on his loins. She could feel the tube
of his penis. It seemed to grow harder with every second.
"I don't know what I'm going to do to you, girl!" Dick yelled. He
dropped one hand from the steering wheel to Willette's hand, but she
simply countered by bringing her other hand forward to touch his crotch.
"Oooh, a zipper," Willette said. "I wonder if yours works just like
mine does?" Willette unzipped Dick's pants zipper. "Yes, just as I
thought," Willette said. "I wonder if you wear the same kind of undies as
me too? Mmm, this pair you're wearing should be taken back. It has a hole
in the front!"
"Willette, please," Dick begged. A moment later her hand was inside
his pants.
"My, my, what's this big thing?" Willette asked, her fingers alighting
on Dick's penis. "I certainly don't have one of these!" Willette pried Dick's
penis from his pants. Traitorously, Dick's penis sprang free of his
confining underpants, even bursting free of Willette's naughty fingers.
"Oh, God," Dick cried. He swore an oath in Arabic. Willette dipped
her head down to his lap and her tongue slipped out. It laved the warm
skin of Dick's penis.
"Please, Willette, I haven't had this in four years!" Dick groaned. "I'll
come!"
"Just a few licks, please, Dickie? I'll try not to let you come,"
Willette cooed.
"You American girls should all be shot," Dick groaned.
"Mmmm," Willette slurped. "But first we must be spanked."
For the remainder of the trip Willette's head was confined largely to
Dick's lap. When Dick seemed unable to restrain himself, which was quite
often at first, Willette would lift her head and merely lay on the seat
admiring his hard penis. Then she would start in again, slowly at first,
with her fingertips, finally adding her mouth. Dick groaned and moaned
and begged her to stop. Occasionally he would reach down to try to pry her
off him by her hair but, inevitably, his hand would wind up stroking her
lovely long locks instead.
"Willette, I have to go to the bathroom," Dick said finally. Willette
sat up.
"Keep driving," Willette said. There was at this point on the highway
no place to turn off, but Dick hoped to come across a rest stop soon.
Willette took a plastic 7/11 Big Gulp cup out of the fresh plastic trash
bag that hung on her side door. She had made Dick buy her a Coke for
breakfast before they pulled out onto the highway that morning. Now
Willette took the cup and leaned back over Dick's lap. To Dick's utter
astonishment, Willette put the cup beneath the head of his penis.
"Willette!" Dick cried. "You are the most perverse little hussy I have
ever seen. Get that cup away from my dick!"
"Now Dickie," Willette cooed, fingering his rod with one hand as she
held the cup beneath him with the other. "Pulling off the highway simply
to allow you to relieve your bladder is hardly an appropriate use of our
valuable time. You will pee in this cup right here, even as we continue
driving down the highway."
"Dear Allah, forgive me my sins," Dick moaned, and released his urine
into the cup.
"My, my, you must have had to go very badly," Willette commented as
Dick shot forth a tremendous stream of urine.
"I should have stopped at that last rest stop back there," Dick
groaned. "But you had me so fucked up in the head that I didn't understand
the sign until after we had already passed it. I didn't realize it would be
such a long way to the next rest stop."
"Well, now you know not to drink so much coffee at breakfast like
you usually do," Willette said, catching the last drops of his urine. "You
should have had a Big Gulp for breakfast like I did. It's mostly ice, and I
poured all that out the window."
"You'll have to pee soon too," Dick reassured the girl.
"Yes, and I'm going to do it right here in the car, just like you,"
Willette said. She retreated to her side of the vehicle and rolled down her
window. Then, aiming as carefully as she could, she tossed the contents
of the urine out the window.
"There!" Willette cried. "Only a little got on your car."
"I wonder if there's a $1,000 fine for littering the highway with
urine?" Dick asked aloud, as the car sped past a sign warning against
littering.
"I don't know, but I'll bet there is for throwing turds out the
window," Willette giggled.
"Damn you!" Dick cried. "I can assure you, little girl, when I have to
take a dump, it will not be in your cup!"
"Drive carefully now, Dickie," Willette said. She unzipped her dress
and unwrapped it from her hips, leaving herself only in her panties. "It's
my turn to pee now, and I have no one to hold my cup for me." Willette slid
her panties down her legs. She tossed them into Dick's face. Dick
muttered a curse and wondered if the car that had just cut in behind them
had seen Willette's panties go flying.
Willette squatted on the car seat. She put her Big Gulp cup beneath
the vee of her thighs. Dick returned his gaze to the car behind them.
Something slightly off...the men were Arabs! A gun barrel came into view
and and sunlight glinted off it.
Suddenly Dick threw his car into a screeching turn. Willette tumbled
off her seat and into the foot well in front of it. Her Big Gulp cup, half
full of urine, splashed onto her.
"Dickie! You made me spill my pee! On me!" Willette cried. Suddenly
a blast of gunfire shattered the side window on Dick's side of the car, just
behind his head. "Omigod!" Willette breathed.
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