"What animal was it, Laura?"
Still looking at the dog's swiping tongue, and seeing herself squatted down before him on the couch the previous day, she said. "Him. Czar."
"Then try it. Now. You might dig it. I know he would. Look."
She had the girl kneel down with her, and with no compunction, she reached under the dog and cupped his balls in her hand. His penis was sticking out of its hairy black sheath, slim and tapered and angry-red. When she drew back the sheath, Laura gasped and the dog whined as much more of his penis emerged.
Still fondling Laura's ass, and sending more and more warm chills coursing through her, Helen softly said, "Sit down and let him lick you. Don't think about it any more, just do it. Go on, honey. I'll keep him happy here."
Laura was in a daze. It was as if it was some other girl that was sitting hack on her haunches and spreading her knees with her hands. It couldn't be her, for she didn't want this to be happening to her, even though her friend-this woman who understood her so completely-did want it. The dog wanted it too. His pointed snout came forward like a sinister torpedo, and at the first sweeping contact of his tongue. Laura knew she was going to let him do it until she came, right there on the broken-down old front porch. She looked at Helen in wonder, and the big redhead winked and leered at her.
"Having fun?"
"Uh-huh." His tongue was three times as long as a man's, and he could use it three times as fast.
"You'd have a lot in more fun working in Vegas. I could arrange it. If I sent them a picture of you like this, they'd send a private plane for you and meet you with a red carpet. I'm going to go get the camera."
"No!" said Laura. "Don't leave me alone with it… with him. And I couldn't stand a picture of… of this."
"Does it really feel good, honey?"
"Yes," she said, and her voice was a whine. "I can 't help it. It does fee] good."
"You ought to feel his prick. It's really hard and long. You ought to feel what it's like to have a dog fuck you."
"No. I couldn't do that," said Laura, in real anguish now, thinking about the fierceness of the brute's red prick, and feeling the long warmth of his pink tongue.
Helen chuckled and said, "Sure you could. Don't go way now. I'll be right back."
"Wait!" Laura called out, but Helen was already on her feet and going into the house, and the dog was already upon her.
The moment Helen had released his prick, he had surged forward, and now the mouth that had been between Laura's legs was huffing a foul mixture of cunt-smell and dog-breath at her face, while between her legs she could feel his prick, hot and pointed and terrifying. She twisted and pushed at him and cried out to Helen for help, and the dog growled very menacingly at her ear. His paws were wrapped around her, scratching her, and he was already humping blindly at her, although his prick hadn't yet found its mark. She screamed for help and the dog drowned her out with his barkings, and then his prick was in her, stabbing her like a hot iron, and it felt good.
Drunk and hot, she angled her hips up to let it feel even better, and it did. His thrustings were so lightning fast that she was robbed of all desire to resist. She put her legs around his shaggy body and humped madly back at him, but she couldn't bring herself to put her arms about him. Without let-up, he screwed her until she was seeing stars, and the orgasm that came to her was as crude and primitive as the worn wooden floor on which she writhed. Only when the dog had pulled out of her and was trying to lick her cunt again was she struck by the awful shame of what she'd done, and she kicked him away and sat up with her knees hugged against her breasts.
Behind her, Helen's smirking voice said, "Well, Bobby, what do you think of pretty little Laura now?"
"I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it."
Laura turned and looked at them scornfully. Helen had the Polaroid camera in her hand, and Laura felt sure it had been loaded with film again and used. Rising unassisted, she smirked back at Helen and said. "Czar wasn't bad. He could teach yon a few tricks, Bobby. Get some good pictures, Helen'?"
"Hey. you're not mad about a few more pictures~ are you? Say the word, honey, and I'll tear them up."
"I might have enlargements made. Where's my drink? Does anybody mind if I don't take a shower before we all go hack to bed?"
Bobby looked a little ill, hut Helen only laughed and put her arm around Laura's shoulders. "You know, I could get to like you. Come on. I'll build you a fresh drink and then we'll take a shower together. I know some shower games, too. Coming, Bobby? And this afternoon, when Bobby's all crapped out. I'm going to take you into town and get you some of the kind of clothes you should be wearing instead of those frumpy outfits I've seen you in at work."
"Clothes like they wear in Vegas?" Laura asked with a smile.
"You've got it," Helen said, and they laughed together as Bobby followed along behind them.
For his benefit, Laura said, "While we're shopping, maybe we can pick up a guy with a little more endurance."
"Nothing like making it with a new guy… or gal."
"There's nothing like just making it," Laura said.
Chapter 11
That night, Laura sat alone in her apartment, making out a list. Her hair was rolled in curlers and she was wearing one of the three nighties she'd bought that afternoon in the shopping spree with Helen. The nightie and matching panties were dark blue, trimmed with black. The neckline was very low and the hemline was at her hips, hut it was so sheer that its revealing cut was largely redundant. Frivolous and impractical as it had first appeared to be. Helen had assured her that the expensive little outfit was a wise investment, as were the other clothes she'd bought that day. Helen had insisted on paying for everything they'd selected for Laura s new wardrobe and had assured the girl there was no need to pay her back. Still, Laura intended to either repay her or reciprocate in some other manner once she'd made up her mind about her future.
She wrote slowly. pensively, and stopped frequently to take a sip of the liquor they'd bought. She didn't much like the stuff, but like her new clothes and her new sex life, it would be something she'd acquire a taste for, so Helen had told her. Helen had certainly been right about her acquiring a taste for sex, and already the skimpy little nightie was feeling nice and comfortable on her, but she rather doubted she'd ever learn to enjoy the bite of straight liquor.
The shopping trip had been fun, and what had preceded it had been fun, too, but now it was good to be alone. Bobby had lasted until about one o'clock that afternoon, at which time they'd left him sleeping on the floor and had driven to Laura's apartment to get something for her to wear while shopping. Since the clothes she'd been wearing on her arrival at Perry's place had all been destroyed, they'd had to come up with a make-shift outfit for the drive across town, and it had been very titillating to drive through the familiar old streets and walk up her apartment stairs with a brightly colored table cloth artfully draped over her and nothing else. Helen had laughed at her frumpy wardrobe and had insisted on shortening the hem of her skirt and depriving her of her brassiere before they went to the stores. Like schoolgirls playing hooky, they'd had to be on the alert for Consolidated employees who might spot them, and that had added to the fun of the afternoon. It had made their friendship a little more binding, as had the talks they'd enjoyed.
Laura still hadn't made up her mind about her future, but she tended to go along with Helen's advice. The older, wiser woman's counseling seemed sound, but it was hard to get used to the idea of being a prostitute, even though all women were prostitutes, in one way or another. It would be something she'd have to sleep on, for she was very tired and a little sick from all the drinking she'd done over the past few days. She finished the little list and read it over before she got up from the desk.