"Not exactly. But I've got an idea. You don't have to hide anything from me. You forget what happened on the stage a little earlier."
"I-I just feel a little uncomfortable with so many people knowing," Kathy stammered.
"Honey, it's only me knowing." Connie said, getting to her feet. But Kathy really didn't trust Connie.
"I'm sorry," Kathy said softly as she felt Connie wrap her arms around her waist. God, does she want to lick my snatch again? She wondered.
"Come on. Let's take care of the dog again," Connie said, winking slyly at Kathy.
"But I just came with him," Kathy said, wondering how she could get Connie out of her room.
"Doesn't matter," Connie said, reaching behind her neck and unzipping her dress. "You're cunt's like a machine. I think I told you that before I can spot pussies like that a mile away, honey."
"I'm not a slut!" Kathy said, a little offended by Connie's candid remark.
"I'm not saying that, baby," Connie said as she pulled her dress over her head. "If anything, I'm the slut. I don't have a snatch that craves cock-meat like yours does. If I fuck, generally it's to get something – money, power, control. That's being a slut," Connie kicked off her high heels and slid her sheer pink panties to the floor.
"But can't stay in this room all day," Kathy said as she watched Connie whip off her bra and climb onto the couch.
"Nobody's asking you to tie yourself to the bed," Connie said as she parted the cushion in front of her. "Up here, boy. Connie's got an itch that needs some scratchin'," the brunette said she traced her fingertips lightly over the tops of brown-black cunt hair.
"I'll bet that dogs are about the only thing that turn you on," Kathy said suddenly.
Connie stopped her finger-tickling for a second, and stared harshly at Kathy.
"Maybe when you're a little more experienced in the world, you'll find out what I have. Men are a disappointment for the most part."
"I don't think so," Kathy interrupted.
"Let me finish!" Connie said angrily. "Some are good in the sack, some aren't. But in the long run, they all ride roughshod over women. But a dog or another broad – well, they take care of your cunt just as well, and without all the fuss and bother men make out of a screwing," Connie said.
"I don't agree at all," Kathy countered, feeling her tits tingle and her pussy quiver as she watched Connie's rubbery cunt-lips swell and redden with excitement.
"That's your bag," Connie said, shrugging her shoulders as she wriggled her hot pussy in front of Saber. "As for me, I'll stick with our furry friends and bodies with tits."
Kathy watched as Connie banged her ass up down on the couch. It was a signal to the dog.
"Come on, you stupid sonofabitch! Get up here and start tonguing' my hot clit!" Connie cried as she raised her hot gash high into the air.
Kathy licked her lips. She hated to admit it, but she was turned on by the sight of Connie's exposed cunt. She wanted to open her mouth and tongue the smooth, stretched hot pussy membranes while she strummed and pinched the brunette's throbbing clit.
"God!" Connie cried as Saber burrowed his muzzle deep into her sucking snatch. She threw her arms into the air, then clamped her fingers tightly against the sheep dog's head and drove him in and out of her pussy like a big, hairy dildo.
"Shit!" Kathy cried out, feeling her nipples swell and scratch against her costume. Pussy juice bubbled out from between her quivering, puffy labes as she became more aroused.
Suddenly there was a knocking at the door.
"Kath? Kathy, you in there?"
"Shit! It's my husband!" Connie whispered anxiously as she shot up from the couch.
"Oh, my God!" Kathy whispered back, realizing that there wasn't enough time to get Connie dressed. "Does he know about you?"
"I don't know. Guess so," Connie shrugged.
"That's not good enough," Kathy hissed as she pulled Connie off the couch and pushed her toward the closet. "I'm not going to have a husband-wife confrontation scene in my dressing room. Especially with that damned dog in here," Kathy said as she shoved Connie and the animal into the closet.
"If you have any more visitors, you'll have to find somewhere else put them," Connie mused as Kathy closed the door.
"Funny lady," Kathy shot back.
"A few more people and we can play gin," Connie called out from behind the door.
"Quiet!" Kathy called out just before she opened the door.
"Why should I be quiet?" Bob asked as he walked into the room with her pile of clothes.
"Ohhh, nothing. I was just practicing my lines," Kathy said nervously.
"That's what I like about you, Kathy." Bob said as he placed her clothes down on the damp couch. "You're one of the few people here who take this stage work seriously enough to work at it."
Kathy smiled, pleased that Bob liked her performance. She would have loved to hear more, but she remembered Connie and Saber packed into the closet. She could talk to Bob later about her career. Right now, all she could think about was getting him out of the room.
"Thanks, Bob. Now you'll have to leave so can study my lines and keep you proud of me," Kathy said as she took him gently by the arm and led him to the door.
"Why? We've got plenty of time for that later. Right now, why don't we try out some scenes from a different play, like Oh, Calcutta!" Bob said as he slammed the door shut and grabbed her around the waist.
"Oh, God, don't!" Kathy said, stricken with horror. Connie wouldn't stay packed in that closet for long if Bob continued to make a pass at her. Kathy knew that the brunette was jealous of her husband. Anything that remotely resembled fucking would bring her screeching out of the closet.
"Come on, baby," Bob moaned as he moved his hands up to her tits.
"Oh, Bob. Stop that kidding!" Kathy said in a loud voice as she tore herself free from him and backed against the couch.
"Kidding? You weren't kidding when Pete and I fucked you this morning," Bob said as her eyes opened wide in surprise. "Now you're suddenly playing the virgin."
"Ohhhh!" Kathy groaned, covering her eyes as she saw the closet door fly open.
"Connie!"
"Bob!"
"Well, I think we've all had our little say," Connie said, kneeling down and stroking the big dog's throat.
"What were you doing in there?" Bob asked nervously, pointing his finger at the closet.
"What do you think? I was keeping the dog company," Connie said, shrugging at her bewildered husband.
"What was the dog doing in there then?" Bob asked Kathy who had sat down on the couch.
"I couldn't think of anywhere else to put him when your wife came in," Kathy said simply.
"What!" Bob asked in surprise.
"You'll have to excuse my husband. He's a simple man. A stud, maybe, but still simple," Connie said sarcastically, smiling coldly at Bob.
"I don't understand," Bob said.
"See?" Connie murmured, smiling broadly at Kathy.
"Look. It's getting a little crowded in here," Kathy said. "I think we'd better make some kind of general explanation around this room."
"Oh, goody. It's the truth game. Kathy, you go first. I'm sure you've got a story that'll blow my hubby's mind, won't it, honey pot?" Connie said, watching Bob's expression.
Kathy sighed deeply, then started to tell Bob what had happened in the room. She told him about the dog scenes she'd had with the Dane, Saber and Connie, and Saber alone. Bob seemed to reel under the explanation.
"Well, you certainly managed to spill the whole kettle of beans, darling," Connie said, visibly shaken by Kathy's total revelation. "Now, what about that little episode on stage with you and Bob and Pete I just heard about?"
Kathy decided that since she'd gone this far, she might as well tell the whole story.
"My, my, my," Connie said when Kathy had finished. "She's just been in the stage for two days, and she's done enough to make Elizabeth Taylor and Zsa Zsa Gabor envious."