This is from a very vivid dream. The only thing I want to know is if it looks like it could be developed into a story.
If nudity is all verboten I apologize and promise not to do it again.
The naked girl walked out of the airport bathroom and straight into the entrance to the private planes area. She was blonde and, despite being short, willowy in structure. A few regular guards saw her but they were waved off by the ones with the red armbands. She continued over to the Grumman Gulfstar that commanded the area, mounted the steps and knocked on the door.
Another naked girl, a redhead of the same build, answered the door. She smiled, “Who are you? Are you a terrorist here to kill us?”
“Where would I have a weapon? I’ve heard you’re always naked when not on stage so I thought this would be a good way to get to see you.”
The redhead thought a minute and giggled, “Seems a lot of trouble just for an autograph, and where will I write it?”
“I don’t want an autograph, I want your help to get my boyfriend out of jail. He loves you and put mustard on the portrait of Hilaire Belocq in the museum in your honor.”
“Oh, they’re serious about Belocq here. You’re cute and your boyfriend sounds crazy, would you object to some polyamourous play?”
“No, in fact it’s all I could offer as a reward. We don’t have anything but ourselves.”
The redhead smiled, showing the shiniest teeth Amelia had ever seen, “Cute and crazy is enough, c’mon in.”
If nudity is all verboten I apologize and promise not to do it again.
The naked girl walked out of the airport bathroom and straight into the entrance to the private planes area. She was blonde and, despite being short, willowy in structure. A few regular guards saw her but they were waved off by the ones with the red armbands. She continued over to the Grumman Gulfstar that commanded the area, mounted the steps and knocked on the door.
Another naked girl, a redhead of the same build, answered the door. She smiled, “Who are you? Are you a terrorist here to kill us?”
“Where would I have a weapon? I’ve heard you’re always naked when not on stage so I thought this would be a good way to get to see you.”
The redhead thought a minute and giggled, “Seems a lot of trouble just for an autograph, and where will I write it?”
“I don’t want an autograph, I want your help to get my boyfriend out of jail. He loves you and put mustard on the portrait of Hilaire Belocq in the museum in your honor.”
“Oh, they’re serious about Belocq here. You’re cute and your boyfriend sounds crazy, would you object to some polyamourous play?”
“No, in fact it’s all I could offer as a reward. We don’t have anything but ourselves.”
The redhead smiled, showing the shiniest teeth Amelia had ever seen, “Cute and crazy is enough, c’mon in.”