Vivid Dreams

Emily drove through the desert in a sleek black car. She was wearing a shiny leather jacket and a red polo neck jersey, looking out for her target. A road sign indicated she was 110 miles from Millston.

‘Michael,’ said the car in a calm, tuneful electronic voice, ‘I have located the target, would you like me to change course?’

‘Yes,’ said Emily. ‘We have no time to lose.’ The car was running in Auto Cruise, as indicated by the control panel blinking with lights and diagnostic screens, and turned off the road, kicking up a cloud of pale dust as the wide tyres blasted across the landscape.

She saw the trail of dust created by the convoy first, and Emily instructed the car to turn in a wide arc so they were driving parallel to the lead vehicle, a large oil tanker covered in turrets and lethal looking spikes. Ted was being held in one of the support vehicles, a collection of cars and trucks cut together from various parts and fitted with supercharged engines. Occasionally flames spurted from the exhaust of some of these vehicles as the convoy thundered toward its destination: a huge, derelict funfair rising from the sand.

A line of black rusty vehicles guarded the entrance to the funfair so Emily steered the car toward a broken trailer parked nearby. She could see that it was half submerged in the sand creating a ramp and she instructed the car to calculate the speed and trajectory required to clear the defences.

‘Michael, I calculate chances of success to be 34 percent,’ chimed the car.

‘That’s good enough for me,’ replied Emily and hit the ramp at speed, flying in slow motion through the air over the line of vehicles, over the fence of the funfair, and landing perfectly on the roof of one of the buildings.

Emily leapt out of the car and through a hatch in the roof, dropping into a mirror maze. A menacing sound of laughter echoed all around her. Her myriad reflections showed that apart from the leather jacket and red polo neck she was naked from the waist down. Had she really forgotten to get dressed? With a hand covering her pussy she gingerly made her way through the maze to find and rescue Ted.

She turned a corner and found herself in an office board room. Ted was sitting at the head of the table wearing a shawl of tartan cloth. Half of his face was painted blue and he looked relieved to see Emily. On either side of Ted, floating around three feet from the floor, were Onyx and Amber, both dressed as clowns with green curly wigs and red noses.

‘Welcome, Emily,’ they said in unison, ‘we’ve been expecting you.’

‘Just give me Ted and nobody has to get hurt,’ ordered Emily.

‘Oh, Ted is ours now,’ the clowns said. ‘Join us, Emily. Stay a while. Stay forever!’

Emily leapt onto the table. ‘Never!’

‘Don’t fight it,’ laughed the clowns, ‘we can help you.’

Emily heard people sniggering and whispering. Looking around her, all the chairs were now occupied. The head teacher at her old school. Mr Francis. Mr Clark, her swimming coach and first crush. The sexy barista in her local coffee shop. Lots of other people she knew and respected. Remembering she was half naked she tried to crouch down and pull her jersey down over her ass and pussy, but her feet were stuck wide apart on the table. Also her jersey had disappeared leaving her with just the leather jacket. All the people around the table were now laughing, pointing at her, taking pictures and videos on their phones.

Ted was also laughing now, and Emily knew that as mortifying as this was, she had only one option left. She threw off her jacket and ran her hands through her hair, gyrating her hips. Closing her eyes she was aware that the people around the table were now quiet, all eyes on her as she danced, swaying her hips and shaking her ass, bending forward and stoking her breasts, squatting with her legs open, exposing herself completely to them all.

‘That’s it, Emily,’ the clowns floated over to her, they were naked now except for the red noses. She opened her eyes, now the table was in the centre of a busy street, hundreds of people standing, all naked, staring at her. The men, including Ted, were stroking their cocks. The women were rubbing their pussies, all moaning with pleasure, all watching her dance on the table. She looked at Ted, his cock was long and thick, the head glistening wetly. He was looking at her, watching her move. She reached out, wanting to touch him, wanting so much to wrap her fingers around his shaft, to hear him sigh as she stroked him, pulled him toward her soft wet lips. But he was too far away, she reached further but was held back by the naked clowns as they lay her down, their arms across her waist, their long legs against hers, their beautiful faces nuzzling her neck.