JIMMYD INVESTIGATES SECRET PORN CULT (PART 2) :: Simply Jimmy D :: Breakin' News or Breakin' Balls: It's all the same to me!

jimmyd _writes ""Slain says have a seat," my door-greeter chirps. I quickly looked about the room, hoping that Slain had somehow arrived without me noticing, but there was still just the four of us. Perfect Teen Body #1 giggled at me and turned on her heels, skipping out of the room. "

"This Slain Wayne has some life!" I thought to myself...enviously. I quickly sat on a nearby chair that had an unobstructed view of the two kittens on the sofa. Between the two of them, I counted four, perfect tits; each as good, or better, than the two I encountered at the doorway. Interestingly, the girls seemed quite restless: they kept moving about, jostling playfully about the couch. The first thing I noticed--well, actually it was the second thing I noticed, because the first thing I noticed were their two, naked little bubble-butts wagging up in the air ever so invitingly. The second, first-thing I noticed was that these two love-dolls kept touching each other. And I mean touching in all the right places, or wrong places, depending on your moral point-of-view. I'm telling you, if this Slain Wayne had suddenly come into the room, and told me to go ahead and touch these two--wherever and however--I would be touching them precisely where and how they were right now touching each other, if you get my drift.

So all the time all this touching's going on, the two girls are completely ignoring me even though I'm sitting like a few feet from them. They touched, and laughed, and touched, and giggled, and laughed, and fondled each other, and all the time they kept watching the Lucy show. Who would of thought Lucy and Ethel would someday stir up such activity amongst a couple of young, naked girls? And their conversation...it was right out of the movie, "Clueless."

"I love Lucy, she's is so the bomb!" Said the one who was currently on all fours, her face towards the TV set, her ass wiggling straight out in my direction, her fingers in the other girl's crotch.

"That is so funny!" The other chimed in without moving her eyes from the TV as she made the first girl's nipples hard by tweaking them between her thumbs and middle-fingers. "You just said the name of the show without meaning to say the name of the show! That is so righteous!"

"Wow! I did, huh?" The first girl responded, "Maybe that's...like...how someone came up with the name of the show before it was an actual show. You know, before it was on actual TV. Maybe someone just said, 'I love Lucy,' and someone else said, right on!"

The second girl contemplated this for a few moments. "That is so intense. I'll bet if it happened that way, It was Ricky who came up with it."

"You think?" The first girl asked as I now watched her casually pick what looked like a small piece of lint, or possibly a left-over shred of toilet paper, from between her hairless, pussy lips.

I thought maybe it was now time for me make my presense known. I cleared my throat. The two girls turned from the TV to face me. I was still seated and , grinning like an idiot, I pointed my finger at the first girl's crotch, and with the lamest of shit-eating grins on my face, I said, "Don't you hate when that happens?" I let the set-up sink in for a moment before hitting them with the one-two, punchline: "Happens to me all the time." I smiled and nodded my head, waiting for the laughs, waiting to see now I'd impressed them with my wit.

Instead, the two girls stared at me with expressions on their faces that spoke volumes about their sudden realizations that they were sharing the oxygen in this room with a moron; and a very unfunny moron at that.

"Are you like...a retarded perv?" Girl #2 asked.

"Uhmm...No," I said sheepishly, before deciding to bite the bullet and try to recover with a very clever bit of wit. "I'm a virgo." I blurted out, chuckling at my own lame joke.

The two girls continued to stare at me for at least the time it takes for the self-realization to take hold that one has completely sunk to the lowest levels 'uncool' in the eyes of two babes one would give one's left nut to fuck.

I made one last, hopeless attempt to salvage my pride with a bit of humor, "I know what you're thinking. You're thinking some poor village has lost their idiot."

"Ooooookay." Girl #1 finally said, and in unison, the two of them turned their backs on me and began watching Lucy again.

"Lucy is so cool! Do you think we could get tickets to a taping?" Girl #2 asked #1 who shrugged and said she didn't know, but she knew this guy who knew some people who knew a lot about Hollywood shows, and since he--this guy--really wanted to hook up with her, she'd ask him if he could get them.

Just then, the topless girl in the hip-huggers came rolling back into the room. I immediately noticed she was now wearing roller blades as she seemed to effortlessly float across the room. "I'm back!" She sang out. "Miss me?" She asked in a slightly flirty, slightly awkward, slightly humorous way. But before I could answer, she grabbed hold of my hand and pulled me along with her. We bladed, well, she bladed and I tried to keep up, right out of the room, down a hall, through a doorway, into an and empty garage, out the the garage doorway, onto a cement walkway, through a garden, around the house, through a gateway, onto a patio that was built next to a swimming pool. It was then that we stopped.

"Wait here." She said, and bladed off the way we'd come.

I now found myself standing alone in this Slain Wayne's backyard next to his swimming pool. There was a table with a big umbrella, a few chairs around it, and two, chaise lounges. I was about to recline on one of the chaise lounges when I heard the gentle sound of what I assumed were bubbles breaking on the surface of the pool's water. I stepped closer to the edge of the pool, and sure enough, there were bubbles breaking the calmness of the water. I peered down into the blue depths and suddenly realized what was making the bubbles. There was someone, a person, at the bottom of the pool. I couldn't tell if it were a man or a woman, but whoever they were, it looked as though they were naked. I noticed that a small tube extended from what looked like the front of the person's head on one end, and broke the water on the other. It was some kind of breathing tube. The bubbles, of course, were being made by the person when he or she exhaled into the water. Just then I heard my favorite roller-blader returning. She skidded to a stop right next to me, grabbing a hold of my hand for support, the nipples that topped her perfect C-cup breasts like cherry's on an ice cream sundae now rubbed playfully against my bare, upper arm.

"There someone in the water," I said.

"Oh yeah," she nodded, looking into the water. "That's Brian. He's been down there for almost three days now."

"Three days?" I asked, increduously.

"Yep. Three whole days and he hasn't come up once." She shook her head in a concerned sort of way, and shrugged, "I don't know what he's doing about going to the bathroom."

"Why is he doing this?" I asked.

"D'uh! Because Slain thought it would be good for him."

"He's down there for Slain?" I asked, my suspicians about this being some kind of cult quickly beginning to gel.

"No! He's not down there for Slain. He's down there for himself. He's down there to learn. He's down there to grow. He's down there to get in touch with things that are more important than staying warm and dry!" The girl was suddenly agitated with me. She let go of my hand, and her wonderfully nippled C-cups jiggled away from my arm.

"Jimmy D," I heard a man's voice call out from behind me. I turned around. Standing there with the day's waning sun behind him, surrounding his body with that golden-hour glow, was none other than Slain Wayne himself, the man I'd come to see.

STILL TO BE CONTINUED

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