The Further Adventures of Candy

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Candy seeks enlightenment, and employment.
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The character of this story is a common one. But, in this instance, the story is more specifically an alternative version of The Erotic Adventures of Candy (starring Carol Connors) and, more historically, Candy (starring Ewa Aulin). My version of Candy is modeled after the Carol Connors version (who also was the nurse in Deep Throat, and was the eventual real mother of the actress Thora Birch). The first scene of my story is a significantly modified version of the first scene from The Erotic Adventures of Candy; the subsequent scenes go off in a new direction. To fully appreciate the character it would be helpful to have seen any one of these movies, but the character is evident in many, many other movies, such as Blonde and Blonder, Candy Goes to Hollywood, Born Yesterday, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, and How to Marry a Millionaire. And, most assuredly, all of the characters in this story are at least 18 years old (Candy is the youngest character, and she is eighteen). The story is long (as is this introduction) but very readily read in clearly demarcated sections.

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Candy Christy had many admirable qualities. She was a nice girl. Actually a really very nice girl. She was terribly considerate and sweet. Nobody that met her failed to like and appreciate her. She just never had an ill word for anyone.

She was also really quite cheerful, buoyant, and friendly. She loved to meet people and make new friends. She was just so down-home, perky, and engaging.

Plus, it probably did help, especially with the guys, that she was really quite attractive. She had sultry blue eyes and wavy shoulder-length blonde hair that she often brushed away from her eyes in a rather alluring, flirtatious manner. Her lips were luscious and moist, always a bit parted, showing her two front teeth, like she was just beginning to kiss someone. It made her look so adorable, so innocent. But, her most evident, and attractive, feature, that contrasted so mightily with her precious lips, were her humongous breasts. There was just no other way of describing it: Candy was stacked. They were so large that one wondered if she might at times tip over, or least her back and shoulders must be tired by the end of the day.

She was not, though, at all self-conscious about them. On the contrary, she would thrust them out as she walked, and enjoyed wearing dresses, blouses, and sweaters that really accentuated their fullness, their bold presence. She would at times display her boobs like they were on parade, and then bask in the pleasure of all the smiles, grins, and expressions of appreciation she would receive from the men around her. What healthy girl wouldn't?

Candy though would at times make some of the people around her self-conscious for her, even though she was not herself troubled by them. They were like two elephants in the room that nobody would fail to notice, yet would feel rather uncomfortable acknowledging. It just wasn't appropriate to say, "Wow, those really are big!" But, that was certainly the first thing that came to mind. Some girls were at times quite annoyed with her, with how she so audaciously displayed her humongous globes, but that was obviously just jealousy. They would do the same thing if theirs were comparably big, wouldn't they?

Candy was not self-conscious in part for another reason. She wasn't terribly brilliant, and perhaps even a bit naive. She was certainly overly trusting credulous, and quite guileless.

Her father would at times disapprove of the way she dressed. He continually warned her about boys, about how they might take advantage of her, how she should dress more modestly so that she didn't get them excited. Candy, though, would just say "pish posh." Daddies can at times be really silly, if not downright stupid. They are certainly overprotective.

Candy felt that she could take pretty good care of herself. In fact, she often had to expend little effort to get what she wanted or needed. She did get reasonably good grades in high school and it helped that most of her teachers were men. Men just always seemed to want to do her favors, to make life easier for her. Was that really her fault? Life just came easy for her. Why work hard if you don't have to?

But, Candy was now 18 and it was time to move out on her own, to find her own way in the world. Her father fully agreed, to put it mildy. He said that it was time to stop fooling around and to take life seriously.

Candy therefore set out to pursue her life's path.

An immediate problem she faced though, as she walked the streets of Los Angeles, was that she had no idea what career that should be. What would be the optimal career for her to pursue? There were so many possibilities: doctor, lawyer, scientist, professor, politician, architect. She just didn't know which to choose.

PATH TO ENLIGHTENMENT

As she wandered through Los Angeles Candy wondered if she would ever find her true self, her true calling. Suddenly it appeared to be placed right before, right at her feet. Here she was, seeking her path in life and within an hour of walking the streets she came across a modest storefront above which was a large sign that read: "The Lalai Dama Path to Enlightenment." What better place to seek one's path in life, one's true calling!

Candy was so pleased, and excited. "Wow! There it is right there. It was right here in Los Angeles all the time and I didn't even know it." She strode in feeling bright and confident, her chest thrust out proudly.

The Lalai Dama's office was a little less than what she would have expected from the source for enlightenment. It wasn't like she was expecting to walk into the Taj Mahal, but she did expect that it would be at least as extravagant and impressive as the Marriott lobby. She had really been impressed when she had stayed there once with her father.

There were lots of pictures of the Lalai Dama along the wall, along with other traditional posters of India and Tibet. There was the smell of incense in the air, and a few potted plants. But, the trappings were really quite modest. The paneling was rather aged, and cheap to begin with. The upholstery of the waiting room chairs was worn and frayed. One was even quite stained. The carpeting was old and well-traveled, and it appeared that one of the plants really needed watering.

And, the Lalai Dama didn't even appear to be there. Sitting behind what might pass as a receptionist's desk was a rather modest looking, thin, middle-aged man wearing glasses. His head was shaved. He was at least dressed for the occasion, wearing a traditional orange Buddhist monk's robe.

"Yes, yes, my dear, do not fear, please, please, come in." He spoke in a rather high-pitched voice, gesturing cheerfully for her to come forward as he got up from the desk and came around to greet her.

She noticed he was wearing sandals with socks. She guessed that would make sense. It could get awfully cold without socks, but she never wore socks with her sandals. "Yes, hello? I'm Candy Christy." She asked inquisitively, "I'm here for enlightenment?"

"Oh yes, yes, yes, my dear." He spoke with a very strong Indian accent, but he actually didn't look at all Indian. He looked like he was from Ohio; however being from Ohio might in fact appear. "You have come to the right place, yes, please, please. We all seek enlightenment, do we not?"

"Well, golly, I guess so," Candy replied enthusiastically.

"Yes, yes, excellent, my dear. Would you like to begin now?"

"Now?" Candy was surprised at that. She figured that she would have to make an appointment, probably for weeks from now. Doctors won't see you for weeks, even months. Spiritual leaders should really be in as much demand, for what could really be more important than true enlightenment? But, it was true that there was actually nobody else there right now. "Well, I don't know. I'm not prepared or anything. Was I supposed to read something first?"

The guru, if that's what he was, giggled with amusement. "Oh no, no, my child. We don't read to grow, we learn through our selves, our experiences. We listen and study experientially, existentially, phenomenologically."

Candy had no idea what he meant, but she was glad about one thing. "Oh good! I was never very good with reading and studying, and all that."

"Oh, that is no problem, my dear. No problem at all. Please, please, take my hand, child, and I will show you the path to growth, to true knowledge."

"Oh my goodness," Candy exclaimed, her heart all a flutter, realizing that she was in fact going to achieve enlightenment, and apparently right now!

The man led her by the hand to a side door into an adjoining room, explaining as he went that "It was my destiny to know, to help and to guide children like yourself." As he opened the door he turned to her to say, looking into her large sultry blue eyes, "You know, it was no accident that you came here, to me, Candy."

"It wasn't?" She didn't know that.

"Oh no, no, my dear. We are all on a path, and that path is our destiny, our fate."

"Oh my goodness. I didn't know that." She was becoming enlightened already!

He led her through the door into the adjoining room, which again wasn't anything spectacular, but it was at least much better than the waiting room. The walls of this room were covered with Indian blankets and tapestries, all very colorful. And, when she looked up, she could see that the ceiling was draped as well with large, colorful tapestries. The ceiling light was itself covered with a diaphanous tapestry, providing the room with a bit of mysterious atmosphere. Plus, the carpeted floor was littered with many very large throw pillows and cushions, and the scent of incense was even stronger than in the waiting room. It was also quite strangely warm, perhaps even a bit uncomfortably warm. "Oh my goodness," Candy exclaimed, duly impressed by her surroundings.

"Yes, yes," the guru responded knowingly. "In this chamber much will be learned, much will be discovered. This is the righteous path for you to follow in your spiritual advancement."

"Golly, I certainly hope so. I've been on a pretty rocky path so far."

"And where is this path taking you?"

"Well, I guess here, I s'pose." She hoped that was the right answer. She always hated it when a teacher asked her a question in class.

"No, no, no, I mean, to what stage of spiritual advancement have you reached?"

"Oh, I don't know. I've never really thought about it that way before." Frankly, she wasn't sure she had thought about it in any way. Well, that wasn't true was it? Of course she had thought about it. She wouldn't be here if she hadn't thought about it.

"Then, we must begin this very day. There are many stages toward spiritual knowledge. Each stage more difficult than the one preceding. Many, many choose this path, but so very few complete the journey."

Candy's eyes widened with concern and wonder. "Goodness, how many stages are there?"

The man clasped his hands before him, as he spoke with deep conviction. "There are none to see, and so many to discover; few to perceive, yet so many to surpass. All of them one step closer to true enlightenment."

"What? I don't get it."

"But, you shall. You will see. You will experience."

"Well, golly, I sure hope so! I really want to be enlightened!"

"Yes, yes, child, but we must also be patient. Complete true enlightenment will not arrive today. Any long journey begins with just the first step."

Candy was impressed with that statement. It sounded so simple and straightforward, yet also so deep and profound. It could mean many different things, couldn't it? "Well, okay. Let's begin! What's my first step?" She was really anxious to get started.

"Well, yes, Candy. Your enthusiasm is most admirable, most admirable indeed."

She grinned broadly and again thrust out her chest. She might not be the brightest bulb on the porch but she always did have lots and lots of enthusiasm.

The guru explained further. "A person must first unshackle himself, or herself, from the bonds and blinders of the material world, then and only then will you be truly enlightened. It's a very difficult path, but I can see that you want to enter this journey, and I know, in my heart, that you can succeed."

"Do you really think so?"

"Candy, I have led many disciples down the road to enlightenment, and I have no doubt, that you are among those who will experience the glow, the light, the vision of personal nirvana."

"Gee whiz." She just realized that she didn't know her guru's name. What was she supposed to call him? Master? Leader?

The master began to undo the belt of his robe. "You will first relieve yourself of these material shackles. We shall travel the path of wisdom together. Please, let us shed our bodies of all worldly accouterments."

"Oh, my, are you sure? All of my jewelry and things?" She wasn't so sure about this, but she did remove her earrings, bracelet, and necklace, laying them carefully on one of the pillows on the floor.

"Absolutely, my dear. And even more than just the jewelry. You can not grow, you can not rise beyond yourself if you cling to your past, your social conventions, your bodily, worldly self. Cast them aside and rise above them," he said as he pulled the robe from his body and tossed it aside, standing before her entirely butt naked.

"Oh my goodness!" Candy exclaimed. 'Well,' she thought. 'This must be why the room is so warm. But goodness, the master is completely stark naked!' "You took off your clothes!"

The master smiled patiently. "Yes, yes, please. Clothes are but an illusion, a shade drawn across our eyes, blinding us to our true selves. You must remove them to open your eyes."

Candy though could not take her eyes off of the naked man, and most specifically his penis. She did have experience when it came to members of the opposite sex, despite the efforts of her father to prevent it. But, goodness, nobody had just taken their clothes off like this! At least the boys she had been with would first buy her dinner, take her to a movie, or something.

Of course, nakedness with boys had always been sexual. Candy didn't really mind sex. She in fact liked it; actually, there were many times when she really did truly enjoy it, but she wouldn't admit to that, at least to her father.

But, well, frankly, the male bodies she had seen previously were much more attractive than this man's. It wasn't that he was repugnant or anything like that. He looked to be in reasonably good shape and he wasn't terribly hairy or anything. But, he was rather skinny, and his penis was so small! But, she then realized that she was probably being very superficial. She admonished herself for focusing on the size of the penis of her master when clearly they were seeking a much more fulfilling and deeper meaning. She seriously doubted that size of penis is related to likelihood of true enlightenment.

The master strolled around behind Candy to help with her zipper.

"Oh my," Candy yipped, as she felt him work on her dress. "I just gotta say, um, Mr., um.... Master, I feel kind of funny about this. Are you really sure?"

He pulled the zipper all the way down to her bottom, to her panties, and helped her get her arms out of the sleeves.

"Oh, Candy, I am very, very sure," he said, as he admired her pure white skin, and the pinkness of her panties peeking out from the opening in her dress. "And, please, you can call me Swami Radhamadhavananda Rahuleshwaranandji."

"What?" Candy instinctively covered her brassiere and panties with her left and right hands, respectively, as she stepped out of her dress. Given that he was standing behind her, there didn't seem to be much purpose in covering herself in front, but she did feel a little less self-conscious by doing what she could to protect her modesty.

The Swami tossed her dress aside, as if it was of little worth or consideration. Candy wasn't too happy about that. It was a Halston Serena, no less! Her father had bought it for her on her eighteenth birthday and she had worn it today to boost her confidence and perhaps provide her with good luck. She would have liked to have at least properly folded it.

The guru repeated his name, "Swami Radhamadhavananda Rahuleshwaranandji. But, you can just call me Swami, or Master."

"Oh, good!" That was a relief. There was no way she would be able to remember that name, let alone say it. "Oh my!" she exclaimed, as she felt the Master, the Swami, suddenly pull down her panties. He left them cluttered around her ankles.

The Swami smiled licentiously. This girl did have a very pretty bottom. Frankly, he was expecting her to be a bit chubby in the caboose, given how large she was in front. He found that most girls with really large breasts were a bit chunky, but apparently not this girl. She had a very wonderfully perky, petite bottom. It was just like a cute little apple, with a nice smooth, enticing crack down the center.

He considered opening up her crack to meditate on her rosebud but that might lose at least the appearance of dispassionate objectivity and worldly disinterest. "Here," he said,"step out of your panties, dear."

"Yes sir, Mr. Swami," Candy replied, her face reddening, her right hand clasped firmly over her exposed cunnie. She knew that divestment of worldly apparel was an important first step to enlightenment but she couldn't help but feel it to be a bit awkward. After all, she hardly knew the Swami at all.

"Now," he added, in his high pitch Indian accent, "would you like some help with your brassiere as well?"

"No, no! No, I can do that myself."

The Swami moved around to stand in front of her. There was a much better view from there.

"Oh," Candy exclaimed as she observed the Swami positioning himself right in front of her, his eyes fixed on her brassiere.

He shook his head in understanding amusement at Candy's discomfort with exposing herself. Looking into her eyes he asserted,"Candy, please, not to worry. I have no interest in your body. I have long left behind any such interest in base, primitive, animalistic urges. They are inconsequential to me, a triviality, a flea on the wall of life."

"Really? You don't like sex?" She remained standing with her panties still at her ankles, not yet making an effort at removing her brassiere, her hands still concentrating on trying to protect her modesty.

"Like? No, no, dear, please, it's not liking or disliking. If I didn't like I might like. Disliking is still living within the world, no better than liking," he explained as he helped Candy step out of her panties. "I live beyond this realm. I see you, your self, your inner self, your inner beauty. Your body is inconsequential to me. I do not notice such things. They mean nothing to me, nothing at all," he affirmed as he briefly considered the lovely scent of Candy's panties before tossing them in a direction other than her dress.

"Golly," Candy said. She wasn't too sure that she would really like that, if it was in fact okay not to like something. But, at least right now it was reassuring that he wouldn't look at her, that way. It was kind of like visiting a doctor, when she thought of it. Although, some of her male doctors did seem to do more than doctor. She looked over at her panties and said softly, "Well, I should explain one thing. I mean, warn you about one thing."

The Swami stood back up and leaned forward, his face but inches away from her thrusting and humongous lacy pink globes, that were frankly not that well hidden by the slender arm and hand that was trying to cover them. "Yes, my dear? What is troubling you?"

"Well," her face reddened as she worked to get the courage to say. "It's just that I, well, it's just that I...." She said very softly, "I shaved myself, down there." She shaved "down there" because she liked to wear bikinis and, well, guys seemed to like it shaved. She also liked it herself. It made her look and feel cleaner, more wholesome and pure. But, she wasn't so sure that a spiritual man like the Swami would approve. She knew her father wouldn't.

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