"Matt Fields is the dog breeder I told you about, honey," the older woman replied dreamily, her pleasantly filled vagina palpitating at the recent encounter with Matt in the lounge of the Double-X Theater.
"Oh, yeah," Jackie said expressionlessly. "Okay, I'll pay him… but… but I won't try to look like the Queen of Sheba for him…"
"Jackie! Have I ever…?" Stella exclaimed with exaggerated innocence. But her expression softened when she belatedly caught the tone of indifference in her daughter's voice. Something really has happened here tonight! the mother told herself. And it just might be… Good Lord, my own little Jacqueline!
"Oh, fuck, man, will you just come on!" Matt Fields shouted to his roommate, Greg. "I can guarantee this broad's daughter is not going to be a dog. Christ, if you only saw the way Stella was built, you wouldn't even be arguing!"
Tall, blond-haired Greg Sullivan emerged from his bedroom in an embroidered western-style shirt and dark brown brushed denim pants. "Look, Matt, I'm not trying to screw anything up for you, but why should I give up a date that's a sure thing, for some half-assed chance to make a chick you haven't even seen yet?"
"Jesus, man, man, I'm telling you, this chick's mother is fucking built. Tits like watermelons, man, and the firmest little ass…" Matt made an obscene shape in the air with his fingers, and Greg smiled indulgently.
"Yeah, okay, I believe you… But hell, I thought all you had to do was go over there and pick up the money…"
Matt reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He reached into the money section and pulled out a folded over envelope. "That's what I thought, too, Greg," he said, opening the envelope. "But just as I was leaving last night, Mrs. Burnside gave me these." He held out three tickets to the Double-X Theater, specially stamped and dated for this evening's premiere showing of a new film from Argentina, that promised to be the hottest attraction since "Deep Throat".
Greg reached over and took the tickets, nodding to himself. "Three tickets, huhh? You're right, it does look like she was expecting you to bring somebody along for her daughter… And this lady works at that theater? Shit, some guys have all the luck!" He handed the tickets back to his friend, speculating aloud, "Well, at least it means that the daughter is eighteen, so we couldn't get sent up for statutory…"
"Then you'll come?" Matt interpreted his roommate's change of attitude excitedly. "I swear to God, Greg, if the daughter's a dog, I'll let you have a go at old Stella, and I promise you won't be sorry!"
Greg got up and smiled. "I guess that's all a guy could ask for, Matt," he said. He flicked on the TV to watch the end of an old movie while the young dog breeder got ready for what was likely to turn into the most exciting evening either of them had ever spent. It was just getting dark on the late summer's evening when the friend's climbed into Matt's Mustang and headed toward the outskirts of town where the Burnside's apartment was supposed to be.
"I swear, Greg, this chick has got to be good!" was the last thing Matt said to his companion as they mounted the stairs that led to Mrs. Stella Burnside's door.
CHAPTER FIVE
But Matt Fields wasn't quite prepared for the shock of seeing Stella Burnside's daughter for the first time. When the apartment door slowly opened a few seconds after he had confidently rung the buzzer, both the curly, dark-haired dog breeder and his blond friend and roommate inhaled sharply, exchanging meaningful glances.
Holy shit! Greg's look said to Matt. Is this girl real?
Matt's expression said wordlessly, Oh, Christ, I didn't know she'd be this fantastic!
Jackie noticed their silent, subtle eye-contact, and interrupted them sweetly, "Can I help you? Are you Mother's dog breeder?"
"I… um, yes, I am," Matt stammered. Christ! And I thought her old lady was something else! The pretty blonde eighteen year old was wearing a thin, short dress, made out of some kind of slinky fabric like jersey, and it seemed to cling precariously to her voluptuous young curves. The neckline was modest, but the buttons seemed to have casually loosened themselves, so both Greg and Matt could clearly see the huge, tanned mounds of her firm, young breasts protruding above the top of her lacy brassiere. Her legs were long and gorgeously golden, and it was obvious that she wore no stockings at all. If it hadn't been for Kaiser's eagerly joyful presence at the young girl's slender ankles and calves, Matt vowed seriously that he would have raped her on the spot. God! No wonder they needed a guard dog!
Kaiser's tail was wagging happily at the sight and scent of his former master, but he instinctively growled at Greg's presence. Greg, the dog remembered from his life at the breeder's, was the boyfriend of the first female human he had ever licked to orgasm, and Kaiser still felt a reserve of uneasy anxiety whenever he encountered his ex-master's roommate.
"Well, come on in," Jackie invited them finally, when she was able to get their attention. Their open-mouthed gaping was something she had gotten used to in the years since she had turned thirteen, and she knew that the only way to deal with it was to wait until they had their senses. Besides, she felt safe and secure with Kaiser right at her side, even though she knew that the dog must still feel some loyalty to his old master.
"Thanks," both Greg and Matt mumbled in response to the gorgeous teenager's invitation. They followed her trance-like into the small apartment, sitting down on the day-bed which had only yesterday been the site of Jackie Burnside's deflowering.
"Mother left the money," the girl explained, going into the bedroom for the cash she'd gotten at the bank after school. When she returned, she held out the two crisp bills, a $5 and a $20, in the direction of the two young men, and suddenly she laughed. "Oh, my," she giggled. "I don't even know which one of you is Matt Fields!" Her turquoise blue eyes sparkled gleefully as she sat down in a rocking chair across from the day-bed. "I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself… I'm Jacqueline, Stella's daughter… Jackie, for short…"
The curly-haired man smiled and said, "I'm Matt, and this is my roommate, Greg Sullivan… We thought… Well, your mother gave us tickets to the theater for tonight… Would you care to join us?"
Jackie sighed. So Mother did try to set up a date! I should have known! Aloud, she said, "I'm not busy tonight, but… Well, I know that my mother probably asked you to show me a good time, and all that. And honestly… you don't have to take me out just for my mother's sake… I'm really quite happy by myself." Silently she added, now that I have Kaiser to look after me!
Both young men immediately protested and denied that Mrs. Burnside had had anything to do with their invitation to young Jackie. Greg, especially, took the lead and explained hurriedly how he had practically twisted Matt's arm to get him to let Greg come along tonight. Matt didn't admit that the situation was almost exactly the reverse, but he did wish he hadn't promised Greg that he could act as Jackie's date. Shit, if he'd imagined she was even half as foxy-looking as she was, Matt would've agreed to take her out himself, the way Mrs. Burnside had hinted last night.
Although the blonde teenager wasn't fooled by the two young men's hot denials of her mother's involvement, she did finally agree to accompany them to the sex theater where her mother worked. She had only been to the Double-X once before, and that was last year, right after her mother had been re-hired, and before the interior of the theater was remodeled. She hadn't stayed for the show, then, either, and the idea of seeing what really went on there sounded interesting.
She rode to the Double-X in the front seat with Matt, while Greg kept up an animated conversation from the back seat. It made her shudder inwardly when they rounded the corner onto the street where her mother was displayed in a glass booth like a piece of meat for sale, and for an instant, she wished she had not allowed herself to get talked into coming.