Debbie Does Dallas Page #4
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Just don't hurt me Mr. Biddle.
Please.
Ow.
Oh.
OOh!
Ow, ow, ow.
Just don't hurt me Mr. Biddle.
It's really not a bad idea, this
company you girls have formed.
Are we in trouble? What'd he say?
Don't worry about it. I talked to him
and everything's OK.
Really?
Yeah, he's really an alright guy.
Well just don't worry about it. Be glad.
Hey, You know, I guess I just don't know
human nature. What can I say?
She wears no underwear you say?
Yep.
She's sixteen.
Pretty, and she'll definitely bud.
Isn't that sort of dangerous?
Don't worry about it Ashley. We'll
work around it.
It's gonna cost you though Ash.
Well, I don't know.
Oh, here she comes right now.
You can see for yourself.
Here are the towels you wanted.
Um, should I quit for the day?
Um one more thing Lisa.
Thank you very much.
Would you get me that clipboard over
there by the phone?
Sure thing.
Uh, here's your clipboard Hamilton.
Thanks Lisa.
Can I leave now?
Uh, no.
Wait, first I'd like you to meet
my friend Ashley.
Ashley, Lisa
And the services you perform.
Hi Lisa.
I was telling Ashley about you
and your friends.
Yea, tell me is there anything
you girls don't do?
Oh well you know we're good girls, and I
think you know what I mean by that.
But you know, whatever we can't give
you, we make up in enthusiasm.
Sounds good.
Uh Lisa, Ashley and I will be finished with
this game in just a few minutes.
Would you bring us a few fresh towels and
meet us in the locker room?
Sure thing guys.
Catch you later.
You're going to have one hell of a
night tonight Ashley.
Yea.
Yea, what do you say, let's head
for the showers, huh?
I tell you, these babes are
really something.
You got to see them. Sixteen years old.
Built like this.
Sounds good.
Oh my God.
Go ahead, stare honey. You'll have
the time of your life.
Oh Debbie.
I've been craving you, oh.
You know we can't go on like this,
it's killing me.
I mean can't we do something more?
But Mr Greenfeld we girls
promised ourselves that
that we wouldn't spoil ourselves
for our future husbands.
You know that, but there are other things
you can do that won't spoil you.
Well I guess the other girls are more
experienced in matters like that.
Well, yea, yea look,
I don't want the other girls.
I want you.
Look, I'll make you a deal.
OK? I'll put up all the money
for your trip to Texas.
Ok? I'll also pay for your other
girlfriend's hotel expenses
If they don't have the money in two weeks.
OK?
But, what am I gonna have to do?
Well, we'll work something out.
It wel,I it'll be a surprise.
Hello.
Oh, hi Deb, how you been?
Oh, you don't need me.
Yea, I did it yesterday.
It was a cinch, you know?
Real fun, you ought to enjoy it.
Oh, come on.
You know, don't be scared, it's OK.
It really is easy, gosh.
But you know it'll cost for me too?
Do you really think so?
If you're sure.
Anything for the old cause
Catch you later, OK? Bye bye.
How you girls doing today?
The other girls are doing fine.
What about you?
I seem to be trailing behind.
And why is that?
I guess I just need more time.
Hi, I'm Lisa.
Hi Lisa.
Yo, Tami and I are both in your
teen services company,
and she tells me that your interested in
what we have to offer.
What do you have to offer?
Oh, anything.
You mean you'll do anything I like?
Not anything.
Oh, but I'm sure we can work it out.
Oh definitely we can work it out.
Tami, go lock up.
Alright.
You mean I can have anything?
Almost.
What'll it cost me?
Oh, we'll leave that up to you.
Mr Greenfeld.
I'm here, dressed as you wanted me.
Debbie, this is Mr. Greenfeld.
Please lock the doors and come up to
the Mezzanine level.
Uh huh.
Mr. Greenfeld?
Mr. Greenfeld?
Mr. Greenfeld?
Mr. Greenfeld, where are you?
Debbie.
Mr. Greenfeld!
Yep, it is.
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Arrgh, Debbie.
Debbie.
Mr. Greenfeld.
Debbie.
Mr. Greenview.
Debbie, ha, ha.
Oh, ever since I was a kid, I wanted to be
captain of the football team.
But I was too small.
But I had one thing that was big enough.
My Mr. Greenfield, how big you are.
I've always dreamed of being a quarterback.
And making love to the captain
of the cheerleaders.
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