Dickgirls Around Town: Trailer Park Tag Team: Dickgirls Around Town, #4

By A. Vivian Vane

In a town full of horny dickgirls, someone has to clean up the messes… 

And there's one heck of a mess in the Shady Homes Trailer Park once a pack of five young shemales, fresh out of high school and looking for a party, come across the hitchhiker Annalee by the side of the road. Leaving a bad situation at home, Annalee quickly finds herself in one that's much, much worse…or much, much better, depending on your point of view! 

As the dickgirls have their way with the increasingly willing traveler, the staff of the Shady Homes Trailer Park—in the person of one James Kedzie, age nineteen—stops by to see what all the ruckus is about. Next thing he knows, James is drafted as a voyeur and almost-participant in a shemale orgy of epic proportions. 

"Dickgirls Around Town: Trailer Park Tag Team" is a slice of life from a town with far too many well-endowed ladies. Starring young shemales, willing women, and male admirers, it dives deep into the erotic possibilities offered by A. Vivian Vane's top-selling "Dickgirl Cheerleaders" and "Dickgirls Around Town" serials! 

This is a work of erotic fiction intended for adults only. It involves explicit themes and fantasy "shemale" (futa, futanari, etc.) characters. All characters portrayed in sexual situations are at least 18 years of age and are not related.

• Language: English
• Publisher: A. Vivian Vane
• Release date: Apr 9, 2016
• ISBN: 9781533757609

Book preview

Trailer Park Tag Team

Chapter One: Annalee

Chapter Two: James

Epilogue

Books by A. Vivian Vane

Chapter One: Annalee

Snub nose, freckles, heart-shaped face; curly brown hair streaked light in places by the sun—the girl leaning out of the rusty red pickup truck's window was about as disgustingly all-American as you could get, even before she opened her mouth and let that friendly Howdy! drop out, slow and sweet as molasses. Need a lift? she chirped, giving Annalee a surprisingly knowing once-over with big green eyes that seemed just a touch too penetrating for her age.

Annalee let her gaze swing to the bed of the pickup truck, where three more teenage girls sat sprawled with their elbows up on the side walls. They were a racially diverse lot straight out of central casting: a fine-boned Asian girl, an athletic black woman with a high-top fade, and a chubby punk with piercings, skin so pale Annalee feared for it in the hot summer sun, and short, spiky hair dyed a vivid turquoise. You sure you got room for one more? Annalee asked doubtfully. She could see another passenger in the cab of the truck beyond Miss Freckles, dark haired and skinny.

The curly-haired brunette grinned, showing just the tiniest little gap between her front teeth. Oh sure, she said. We've fit more'n that in the back! Hop on in. My name's Cassie, and this here's Joanne. She jerked her chin over her shoulder, toward the skinny girl with the dark ponytail in the passenger seat. Back there's Amy, Paige, Jennine—they'll introduce themselves! You goin' anywhere in particular?

Annalee glanced back over her shoulder at the train station. Nothing more than a concrete slab with a corrugated tin roof on poles over it, it was already wavering in the hot sunlight, just a few yards behind her. The faded Amtrak sign read Mortonville through the shimmer. Not even a state name to go with it, and Annalee couldn't have said exactly where she'd washed up—somewhere between California and her old home in North Carolina, that was as much as she knew. Her ticket had only been for Nashville, but she'd ridden as far as she could before they bothered to check and, finding her long past her station, tossed her off at the next platform.

Turning back to the smiling teenager, Annalee shook her head. Nowhere in particular, she said. West, I guess. Far as you're going. She shouldered her ragged Jansport bag, glad that she at least mostly looked the part for anywhere in the rural or semi-rural South. Her only pair of jeans was worn thin enough to be vaguely trendy, and she'd thrown a long-sleeved plaid shirt on despite the heat, since it took up more space in the pack than her tees.

Seemingly undismayed by Annalee's lack of specificity, Cassie smiled and gave the side of her truck a cheerful slap. West it is! she said cheerfully. Just plunk down on the mattress back there and grab a handhold.

Or hang onto Jennine, added her companion in the passenger seat. She's strong! Both of them laughed.

Bemused, and barely managing not to shake her head in wonder at the outpouring of teenaged mirth, Annalee trooped around to the back of the pickup and put a booted foot up on the fender. Okay to come up? she asked, slinging her tattered green bag off her shoulder and into the truck bed. A queen mattress lay waiting for it, filling the bottom of the truck; Annalee's overstuffed pack bounced twice before coming to a halt between the Asian girl's tanned feet.

The black teenager, Jennine, sat closest to the rear gate, and she rolled up onto her knees to offer a hand to Annalee. They clasped each other's wrists, and the older woman raised an impressed eyebrow—the black girl was strong, and she hefted Annalee into the truck bed with much more force than she'd expected. Landing heavily and tipping hastily back onto her bum to keep from pitching face-first into the other girls' feet, Joanne tested the gate with a quick shoulder-bump before settling her weight against it and giving a wary nod to the cluster of young ones. Hey folks, she said. I'm Annalee.

A cluster of introductions spilled back at her, one atop the other; all the names the grinning Cassie had rattled off from the cab with a few last names thrown in for good measure. Annalee looked from one to the next with a mixture of admiration and envy. They were all so young—unfair to them, she realized; they all looked to be seniors or into college, only a few years younger than her own twenty-four. But those four or five years made all the difference in the world, especially if you made the wrong choices during them...

Wrenching her thoughts away from bitterness, Annalee tried to enjoy the sheer summer sportiness of the crowd in the back of the pickup truck. Jennine was aggressively tomboyish in a black sports bra and black mesh gym shorts with a white stripe and logo; the other two were good ol' country girls in Daisy Dukes and bikini tops. Amy's was teal green, lovely against her dark tan skin, while the spiky-haired Paige let her body's softness spill unapologetically out of a pink bikini with Hello Kitty's face on one cup.

They were all sweating lightly in the punishing summer sun, and Paige and Amy gleamed with sunscreen as well. Everyone looked very fresh and summery...and more than a little slutty, too, Annalee reflected. Even Jennine's bra was surprisingly low-cut for sportswear, and she had a nice double handful of dark-skinned cleavage for it to reveal. Both the other girls had the button of their Daisy Dukes popped, allowing the zippers to yawn into a Y-shape at the top; Annalee did a double take for a moment as