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D R E A M G I R L S  S T O R I E S
watermelon moon
Part Twenty-Six
by Andrew Roller

Chapter Eighteen
  
	Willette was running, running, racing through the forest.  Hatam panted at her heels, swinging the empty gun at her.  It was all out of ammunition but it could still be used as a club.  Willette felt air graze angrily over her head as the gun just missed it.  
	Up the field of daisies Willette ran.  She stumbled in her high heels, pressed on.  Fortunately Hatam was equally hobbled by heels.  Neither of them wanted to spare the moment it would take to be free of the shoes.  But Willette knew she had a secret advantage.  The tommygun under the chair.
	Willette burst into the cabin.  In a heat of rage and fury she kicked past the corpses of her former friends and lunged for the gun under the chair.  She grabbed it and leapt up.  Hatam was nowhere to be seen.  Suddenly she heard the engine of the limo, hidden amongst the trees, roar to life in the distance.
	Willette burst from the cabin.  She was just in time to see the black limo speed through the trees and hit the dirt road beyond.  Willette fired the tommygun at it.  The limo was out of range.  She watched a plume of smoke rise through the trees as the limo raced away.  Willette looked over at the old jalopy.  It would never catch Hatam.  Willette swore.  An oath.
	It was 1:00 in the morning, but Mick didn't care.  He pumped the horn of his car, creating a bleating noise that reverberated through the neighborhood.  The car's horn would have been annoying enough on any street lined with homes, but this neighborhood consisted of closely packed apartment buildings which lined an alley like so many sardine cans waiting for cats to pry them open.
	A figure opened the blind of her window.  She peered out at the silver-grey sports car with the well endowed horn, a baby cradled in her arms.  As the girl stared Mick defiantly gave several more bleats with his horn.  This was, after all, Friday night or, technically speaking, Saturday morning.  Who was this girl to be holed up in her apartment on Party Night anyway?  Her body looked shapely enough, silhouetted against the blinds.  What was she doing, babysitting?  
	Mick jumped out of his car and ran up to the bank of apartments.  If he couldn't get his guests to come to him, he would, after all, have to go to them.  Impatiently he rang the doorbell of his friends' apartment.  Finally two young girls tumbled out, and Mick directed them to the back seat of his car.  As he slipped back into the drivers' seat of his sports car he saw that the female was still staring out her window.  Still staring, when his horn hadn't gone off now for several minutes?  For a moment he sat staring back at the girl, while his two girlfriends in back busied themselves unwrapping joints.  This female may have opened her blind in anger at the horn, but now her anger wasn't motivated anymore by the noise.  It was motivated by loneliness.  She really had no interest in being in her apartment at all.  She wanted to be in the car with the loud horn.  With the boy who was making the noise with the loud horn.  
	Mick stuck his hand out the window of his car and, with a smirk, waved at the girl.  He hit the accelerator on his car.  With a loud squeal of his tires he sped off, leaving the lonely girl behind to while away Friday night in her little apartment.  "Goodbye, lonely girl," Mick called.
	The moon rose over the tenements.  Willette gazed up at it.  Watermelon moon.  Filling or receding in size, she didn't care.  For her Watermelon Moon would always be half empty.  The baby in her arms began to cry.

THE END

D R E A M G I R L S  S T O R I E S
A Mansion for Masochists
Part One
by Andrew Roller 

Chapter One

	Alicia was barely 18 when the strange envelope arrived in the mail.  It was brown, without any decoration whatsoever.  Even the return address was lacking.  Alicia considered it for a moment and then "filed" it in her wastebasket.  With that she went off to WomenÕs Studies 101.  
	Returning from the college campus, Alicia slipped out of her clothes and trotted off to the shower.  She wanted to luxuriate herself with a slow, steamy bubble bath, but she had to study.  After a quick wash Alicia stepped out and, abjuring clothes, plopped her bottom down and began to study.  
	Perhaps it was the tedium of the subject, Feminist Theory, which distracted her.  Perhaps it was her own nudity, her clinging breasts wiggling each time she took the eraser to her homework.  In any event, Alicia found her mind reconsidering the large brown envelope in the wastebasket.  Maybe it was a former lover, lamenting his disavowal of her.  Alicia giggled at the thought of how many lusty boys she had turned down, and how many more she had led on, only to leave them at the last minute with a tight pair of balls and a penis leaking pre-cum.  And then there were the males who had led her on, who had forced her to succumb to their will and allow herself to be used by them.  Alicia shifted uncomfortably, realizing what she was admitting to herself. 
	Without another thought Alicia got up and padded over to the wastecan and, silently cursing herself, bent down and retrieved the envelope.  There was a small stain on the corner from an empty, upturned milk carton, but other than that the envelope was just as before.  Alicia unceremoniously ripped it open.
	The card inside was quite different from its modest wrapper.  It was powder blue, with pink streamers and yellow confetti pasted upon it.  Opening the card Alicia found an interior of Moire satin, upon which had been written in bold strokes of black ink:

YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO AN EVENING SOIREE AT MY HUMBLE ABODE OF 18 MANORWEST LANE.  PLEASE DRESS FORMALLY BUT COMFORTABLY.  TELL NO ONE OF YOUR WHEREABOUTS.  IF YOU ARE STILL A MINOR, I RESPECTFULLY REQUEST THAT YOU REFUSE TO HONOR THIS INVITATION.

s/MICK

	"Of course!" Alicia thought to herself.  It was lucky she had recovered the envelope.  Alicia had applied for membership in the Phi Oui sorority and this was probably the initiation invitation she had been waiting for.  Alicia's skin tingled at the thought of all the great guys that would probably be there.  It was about time she had some fun.  So far the only thing she'd been invited to do in college was study.
	Still, Alicia was new in the area, and she'd best check out this 18 ManorWest Lane.  Alicia slipped on her blouse and shorts and headed out the door.  It was just growing dark, and if she hurried she could get a look at the place before she was due to be there tomorrow night.  With a quick look at the map Alicia pointed her car in the appropriate direction and headed off into the sunset.
	Eighteen ManorWest Lane proved to be anything but a "humble abode."  It was located in the wealthiest section of town, with a secluded wood encroaching upon its rear while its front lawn offered a spectacular view of the city below.  A ponderous stone wall encircled the streetward side.  A thoughtfully crafted gate of metal poles, tapering to spikes at their summits, barred entry.  A scattering of fallen autumn leaves lay upon the assiduously manicured lawn.  Alicia let out her breath slowly.  Phi Oui must have excellent connections.  For a moment the mansion made her feel afraid, as if she couldn't possibly measure up to the requirements that must be made of one who thought to enter such a place.  Perhaps the Phi Oui girls were a trifle too upper crust for Alicia.  Even their boyfriends might find Alicia's pedigree lacking.  Alicia had, after all, gotten into Ruttingame on grades, not money.
	Alicia bit her lower lip and wistfully turned away from the mansion, letting her car roll gently back down the series of hillocks toward the city.  She resolved to go to the mansion at the appointed hour, but first she would make use of the telephone number which the invitation had so cordially provided.  If the girl at the other end was a snot, well, then Alicia would probably stay home and study.  Perhaps Phi Beta Cappa would make up for a lost membership in Phi Oui.
	The girl who answered at the mansion's number was everything Alicia had thought she would not be.  Polite, endearing, but vague.  All the delightful girl would say was that Alicia was invited, Alicia would be safe, and that Alicia would be free to leave whenever she wished.  With only the slightest hesitation Alicia consented to come, and agreed to be there on the morrow.
	"Would it be okay if my boyfriend came too?" Alicia asked.
	"No, only you, please," the girl replied.
	"Well, may I tell him where I'll be?" Alicia asked.
	"If you wish, but we would prefer that you didn't," the girl said cheerily.  Well, Alicia had expected as much on that score.  For all she knew there wouldn't be any boys at the initiation ceremony.  And Alicia had been without a boyfriend since arriving at college anyway.
	"This is for Phi Oui, right?" Alicia said.
	"Can't tell," the girl said, giving a giggle as if to imply that in fact it was.
	Alicia arrived at the mansion the next night wearing a formal, but slightly seductive gown.  It had a lower cut than might have been expected, revealing an ample amount of her fair bosom.  A butler, apparently sensing her approach, opened the steel gates for her by remote control.  He stood in the driveway wearing a tuxedo.  As Alicia passed the butler in her car, he waved to her.  
	"Well, at least there will be one man here," Alicia thought to herself.  The name "Mick," with which the curious invitation had been signed, was ambiguous as to gender, despite its use by a famous male rock star.  Alicia subconsciously hoped that the name "Mick" in fact belonged to a man.
	Alicia parked her car amidst half a dozen Jaguars and Volvos and daintily made her way on stiletto heels to the front door.  A touch on the bell and a series of muted cathedral-like chimes announced her arrival.  A moment later an elegantly dressed young woman, no older than Alicia, opened the door and gaily invited her in.
	The girl, introducing herself as Kim, divested Alicia of her fur coat and, admiring her appearance, led her into a stately parlor.
	"This is Alicia, a new arrival," Kim announced to a collection of men and women who stood chatting.  Alicia's modest smile met the appreciative gaze of the guests.  No sooner had Alicia accepted a delectable crouton and cannikin of Chivas than she was pressed in by people on all sides and brought to engage herself in delightful conversation.  
	Alicia found herself much admired by the ladies and desired by the gentlemen, who ranged in age from about 20 to 40.  They wanted to know all about her, and in turn told her all about themselves, leaving out specifics, however, and speaking largely in generalities.  Nonetheless, it was obvious from their speech that they were accustomed to wealth, as both sexes spoke long and languorously about their foreign travels, stock portfolios, and expensive leisure activities.
	At some point it occurred to Alicia that this was not quite the age group that made itself familiar at sorority parties.  Either this was a collection of Phi Oui alumnus and their significant others, or Alicia had managed to wade in to a gala that a midwestern farm girl was not accustomed to being invited to.  However, in deference to her company, Alicia said nothing.  Instead she allowed herself airs she had only before ever dreamed of, and permitted herself to be seduced into fantasizing of living this way forever.  Feminist Theory, to say the least, was not uppermost on Alicia's mind as she allowed herself to be led into a sumptuous dining hall and seated at table by one of the men.
	The gay conversation continued as a stream of food began to arrive, courtesy of two butlers and a serving girl, each exquisitely attired.  Alicia helped herself to as much food and wine as her tummy desired, realizing only later in the meal that she would have to receive someone's help if she was to go home.  She had become too tipsy to drive.  
	The meal was well advanced, the butlers keeping the table immaculate with their constant ministrations, when one of the older women spoke up.  
	"I think it would be wise if we allowed the men to provide themselves with a bit of entertainment, as we would not want them to feel that the night had ended unhappily," the woman, Lilith by name, said pleasantly.
	"What about our new companion Alicia?" A second woman, named Beth, asked.  
	"Oh, yes," Lilith said.  She gazed at Alicia and saw that the girl was comfortably intoxicated.  "Kim, perhaps you could explain."
	"Of course," Kim said.  "At this point our party becomes, well, private," she said quietly.  "We'd all love for you to stay, but we must warn you that, despite our class, or perhaps because of it, we can be rather decadent."
	"Decadent?" Alicia repeated innocently.  The wine had given her large eyes a childlike lustre.  Several of the men squirmed in their seats.
	"Alicia, my dear, I'm sure it is no secret to you that you are one of the more delightful creatures our men have had the privilege of setting eyes on," Lilith interrupted.  "Several of our men have indicated to me that it would be most helpful for them if you would permit them to unzipper themselves as we continue our repast.  They have promised to remain seated, with their members out of view, so as not to disturb your meal."
	"I, I'm afraid I don't understand," Alicia said, her mind suddenly flashing back to the strange invitation she had received and comparing it with this group which had turned out to be anything but a gaggle of sorority sisters engaged in a mischievous initiation.
	"You thought our invitation was from a college sorority, didn't you?" Lilith asked.
	"Yes," Alicia said meekly.
	"And what had you planned to do at such an occasion as that which a sorority might provide?" Lilith asked.
	"Well, um, to have some fun, forget about school, and, uh, probably to be forced to get sloshed," Alicia said.  
	"But we haven't forced you to do anything, have we?" Lilith continued.
	"Oh, no!  You've been absolutely wonderful to me!" Alicia cried out.  "I just wonder if, well, if I'm even supposed to be here."
	"Frankly, our invitation to you was improperly addressed," Lilith lied.  "Once you arrived, however, our men were loath to turn you out.  Now, however, we must ask that if you wish to stay you permit our men this minor indulgence of undoing themselves."
	As if to forestall further conversation on the point, several men zipped down their flies.  Alicia heard the rustling of their trousers as the males freed their cocks and allowed them to spring out underneath the table.  With a shy glance Alicia looked sideways at the gentleman sitting next to her.  He grinned politely and returned his hands to the table.
	"No offence, I hope.  It is our custom," the man, named Robert, said.
	"No, no offence at all," Alicia said incredulously.  The lifestyle of the rich and famous was certainly different from that of Iowa farmers.
	Dinner continued much as before, with naught a mention of the lewd display that was obtaining under the table.  After another seven minutes or so of languid conversation, some of it pertaining to points in Aristotle's Ethics, Beth suggested that since the men had been kind enough to delight the women with the thought of their divested equipment (as she put it), perhaps the women would flatter the men with a baring of their breasts.
	"Let us have our dessert in the fashion of the Polynesians, whose women are reputed to be without any sort of covering over their mammaries," Beth said.
	"Kim, would you do us the honors, please?" Lilith asked.
	With a smile Kim rose and, starting with the woman next to her, deferentially undid the buttons of her vest and blouse.  The woman turned out to be without a bra and Kim produced the final effect by simply pulling the woman's clothes down and off her arms.  The woman's breasts stood out firmly, twin peaks joining the male's recondite penises in the cool autumn air.  The woman nonchalantly leaned forward and took a sip of her sherry.
	"You would have worn a gown," Kim said to the next woman.  
	"I try to be difficult," the woman replied as Kim unzipped her in back.
	"She just wants to get a head start on us," Beth said jovially.  Alicia, still stunned by this new development in the proceedings, failed to understand.
	Soon, of those seated, only Alicia remained to be undone.  Kim unzipped her in back, then pushed the gown off her shoulders, baring Alicia's breasts.  Alicia blushed.  
	"There, you see?  That wasn't so hard, was it?" Lilith said to Alicia.  "I'll bet it's been awhile since you've enjoyed an eight course dinner without your top."
	"A very long while," Alicia said.  Kim sat down once more beside her.
	"Debbie," Lilith addressed the woman beside Kim.  "Would you be kind enough to return the favor to Kim?"  Debbie made to get up.
	"No, let me," Alicia said suddenly, rising.  "I ought to contribute too."  
	"Oh, what a nice thought," Lilith said.
	It was then that Alicia realized that if she were to rise, her gown would be lost.  She let it drop to a pool at her ankles, thanking herself for thinking to wear panties, something she didn't always do.  In order that the panties might not be visible beneath her gown, Alicia had selected a pair of the sheerest silk.  Of course, now that they were her only strategic covering they afforded her little more modesty than no panties at all.
	Several of the men involuntarily sucked in their breaths at the sight of Alicia rising nearly naked from her chair.  Besides her lemon panties, she wore only sheer white thigh-high "stay-put" hose and silver stiletto pumps.  It is questionable whether Alicia would have permitted herself to be seen in this condition before virtual strangers if it had not been for the liqueur she had imbibed.  Then again, she had expected something slightly kinky from a sorority initiation, and this dinner party was far superior to anything a college sorority could cook up.  In fact, circumstances (and not a little cunning on the part of Alicia's hosts) had caused this new girl in town to be initiated after all, but into a group of wealthy, fashionable socialites instead of the jeans and beer crowd on campus.
	Alicia leaned forward and gently undid the buttons of her new friend's vest and blouse.  Her nipples tingled as they pressed into Kim's long auburn hair where it flowed down over her back.  Alicia gasped as Kim's breasts suddenly sprang into view.  They were firm, creamy, and resilient, not unlike her own.  Alicia felt a sudden inclination to touch them, but refrained.  She tugged Kim's attire off her slender, tanned shoulders, depositing it behind Kim's buttocks in the chair, and then reseated herself.

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

PISSED OFF IN CYBERSPACE
by holy joe

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