"What?" Elaine cried out, planting her feet firmly on the tiled floor.
"You've got to go up there!" Wanda instead, reaching over and pressing the 'up' button.
"I'm not going up to that-that pervert!" Elaine insisted as she looked into Wanda's eyes with horror.
"You've got to play along, Elaine – he wouldn't listen to me. I even tried letting him fuck me in the ass – his favourite," Wanda groaned as she rolled her eyes to the top of her head.
"Oh, Wanda!" Elaine cried out as she covered her mouth with her right hand in disbelief.
"Never mind that!" the brunette said, brushing her hand in front of her I as if to drive away something disgusting in front of her. "What counts is that it didn't work. So, I tried another move. Listen, the creep turns on when you fuck dogs," Wanda said softly as the elevator doors in front of them opened.
Elaine wanted to scream out something at the top of her lungs. Suddenly she realised what Wanda wanted her to do, and it sickened her! Elaine let the four people walk casually out of the elevator before she said anything.
"I swear, Wanda. I swear, I'm not going up there and – and do that disgusting thing with any, any – dog!" Elaine said, whispering the last word in her friend's ear.
Wanda put her right foot in the elevator door, keeping it open as she tried to convince Elaine.
"This town's a place where one favour deserves another. You've got to play along to get the old coot off-guard. He'll never get into the position I want unless he's worked up to a real fever-pitch. Lately, you're the only one who seems to do that. God knows why, but that's the way it's coming down," Wanda said as she glanced nervously over her left shoulder. The hotel night clerk was looking curiously at the two arguing women.
"Oh, God, he's sick!" Elaine groaned.
"We both know that. Anyway, that's beside the point. Here's my plan," Wanda said, whispering her idea to Elaine.
"Reporters? Photographers?" Elaine cried out. "Easy, honey. It's not the Times. Just a little smut mag that owes me a couple of favours. They'll jump in when you get old Kuhns in that position I told you about," Wanda said, winking slyly at her.
"But how-how?" Elaine asked as Wanda pushed her gently into the elevator.
"That, my dear, is up to you. Remember, get the hell out of the way so your mug doesn't get into the shot. I've got the keys to the apartment, so we can get in anytime we want. Just let us know, and we'll be ready," Wanda whispered as the elevator doors closed.
As the blonde rode up to the eighth floor, she wondered if she could pull it off. Kuhns disgusted her. Even the thought of the old man made her skin pucker and crawl with revulsion. As the doors opened and Elaine stepped out into the thickly carpeted hallway, she remembered that that sort of thing seemed to turn him on. Senator Kuhns liked to hear her scream against him. He liked the way she twisted in horror as the dog started to lick her snatch.
Well, girl, you're here, Elaine sighed as she squared her shoulders and knocked loudly at the door. She hoped that Wanda knew what she was doing.
"Elaine! Well, I'm glad Wanda was able to reach you," Peter said patronisingly as he opened the door and let her in.
"I see you're ready for me," Elaine said sourly as she noticed the panting black Doberman lying in front of the large living room couch.
"Remember her, Rex? Remember Elaine?" Peter asked in a high-pitched falsetto voice as he peeled the blonde's sheet raincoat of her shoulders.
The Doberman pricked up his ears when he caught sight of Elaine. His mouth dropped open and his long, pink tongue rolled out. Elaine felt her pussy shudder and ripple as the big dog sprang to his feet and trotted over to her.
"Look at that! A mistress and her dog," Peter said as Rex rubbed against Elaine's right leg and whimpered and whined loudly.
"Get to the point, Peter," Elaine said dryly as she moved quickly away from the leering senator. Even to be in the same room with him was enough to make her want to vomit.
"I just want to watch you enjoy yourself that's all," Peter said, grinning widely at her.
"You think I enjoy doing… doing that?" Elaine cried out, pointing a shaking finger at Rex. "You really think I get off on submitting myself to… to…" Elaine stopped. She realised she was giving the man exactly what he wanted. His eyes glazed over with lust as she stood in front of him, shaking with anger and humiliation.
"Go on, tell me more about how you hate it," he said, almost panting with excitement.
No. She might have to submit to the dog. But she wasn't about to give the old fart everything he wanted. She'd grit her teeth together and get through the whole humiliating scene somehow.
"You'll get your doggie act. And that's all," Elaine said quietly as she reached back and started to unzip her dress.
CHAPTER NINE
"There it is Rex. There's that hot little hair-pie you've been wanting," Peter said as he watched Elaine peel off her dress and let it float down in a puddle around her feet.
"Now, what do you want?" Elaine asked, trying to hide her nakedness. Peter was holding the dog back as the Doberman leaned forward and growled angrily. Drops of foam leaked out from between his sharp teeth as he stared at the dark patch of pussy hair visible through the sheer white panties Elaine was wearing.
"Just lie down on the rug. We'll let Rex go and see what he wants," Peter said, winking at Elaine.
"You bastard!" Elaine hissed between her teeth as she sank to her knees, then fell back on her hands. She spread her legs widely apart and stared at the growling animal.
"Go, boy," Peter said, dropping his hold on the Doberman he reached up and unzipped his slacks.
"OH, Jesus," Elaine cried out, making face of disgust as Rex bolted at her. His muzzle speared her as he started lapping hungrily at her thighs. "Je-e-esus," Elaine cried out again as the big dog pushed her down to the floor.
The blonde sobbed loudly as she felt Rex's sharp teeth nip at her panties, tearing them slowly to shreds. It was horrible. Elaine felt as if she were a piece of meat being ripped apart by that hungry, hungry animal. She moaned as she felt the nylon tear apart. Rex was growling loader, but it wasn't a vicious sound. It was a growl of excitement, an excitement that Elaine – though she didn't want to admit it to herself – was beginning to feel spreading through her crotch.
"Go at it, boy. Go and get that juicy, fat piece of cunt-meat!" Peter cried out, yanking his stubby dick from his pants and frigging it wildly.
"Ohhhh!" Elaine cried out as she felt her box become completely exposed. The white panty-silk hung in shreds over her ass and belly like tiny loin-cloths. She could feel the cool air of the room blow gently against her exposed, furry snatch-lips. The scene was getting to her, exciting her the way she'd been excited her the last time. Elaine could feel the inner membranes of her cunt rubbing together hungrily as she worked her way across the floor, vainly trying to crawl away from the growling Doberman. Rex jumped higher, his paws hitting hard against her thighs. The dog's nose dug into her hot cunt-lips. His tongue slobbered up and down, sopping up the sweat and the tiny rivers of cunt juice that began to low out of her snatch. Elaine shook her head wildly back and forth. How could she he like this? How could she be lying on the floor of this room, moaning as her snatch heated up under the tonguing Doberman? Only a little while earlier she'd been in Sam's arms, feeling completely satisfied sexually. Now she was almost up at the fever-pitch Sam had driven her to – and with a dog!
"Lick her up, boy. Lick her good," Peter groaned, closing his eyes occasionally as the throbs from his tiny dick shook his entire body.