Lynn stiffened in momentary shock and only McHenry's firm grip on her suddenly throbbing breast kept her from leaping to her feet and from the room. She couldn't believe that such a thing was really happening right before her eyes and wondered vaguely if she was only imagining it through the light-headed, intoxicating haze of the liquor which suddenly seemed to be affecting her body with greater force. She could feel her own body twitch in sympathy with the girl on the stage and pressed her thighs tightly together to stifle the slight tingle that had just started deep in her belly and was beginning to work its way down to the sensitive area between her legs. George pressed harder into the softness of her breast and though the beautiful blonde felt her blood stir dangerously, she made no move to resist as she felt the tiny bud-like nipple harden under the thinness of her brassiere. She knew she would have to stop him soon, before things got out of control, but she decided to wait for a moment until the delicious warm glow between her thighs faded away.
Deep moans of animal pleasure rose from the dark-haired girl's heaving chest as she began speeding into a more rapid rhythm, obviously straining toward a climax, lunging up to bury the invading fingers deep into the tight pink opening. Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow, her long mane of black hair flying around her flushed face as she tried and tried to bring herself to an orgasm. Still the girl struggled on, her palm beating a pagan rhythm against her straining upturned buttocks and her groans changing into sobbing high-pitched whines of desire.
Suddenly a different whine answered the writhing girl and a monstrous, panting German Shepherd dog bounded onto the stage and jumped up on the bed. The young actress suddenly wakened from her troubled sleep, her big dark eyes wide with terror, and she jerked the back of her hand to her mouth to keep from screaming in fear. Then, apparently summoning all her courage, the girl made a movement as if to shove the giant animal off the bed, but the dog stood firm, growling menacingly down at her. She froze, not daring to move from her position of masturbation – thighs spread with her knees pulled high up on her chest.
Lynn had cringed back into the couch when the animal leapt onto the bed and now she clung tightly to George's arm. The liquor had begun to make her feel like a loose bundle of raw nerve ends and the sudden appearance of the huge growling police dog had almost scared her out of her wits.
"My God, George, what… what's going on?" she whispered tremulously to the man beside her.
"Nothing she's not going to love, my dear," George chuckled at her obvious horror. "This girl is new in the show and I have a feeling they didn't tell her about the dog. But don't worry, that big brute knows what to do and she's young, just the way he likes them."
"Well, if you're sure it's all right… " Lynn said uncertainly as she watched the girl on the stage shaking with fear beneath the snarling beast. The petite blonde took the drink McHenry pressed into her hand and downed it in one anxious swallow. Her own trembling passed and she relaxed again in George's arm, wondering only momentarily what had happened to Ed and Marion before she once again became completely involved in what was going on on the stage.
She didn't really want to resist as McHenry's hand slipped under the neckline of her dress and beneath her bra to cup the softness of her large, firm breast, trapping the tiny nipple gently between his thumb and forefinger, but she knew that Ed was still somewhere in the building and that he would never forgive her if he ever knew about her sudden unexplained excitement in the presence of another man. Yet, for some reason this evening she felt no guilt at all about allowing her husband's boss to touch her so intimately and, though she tried to think about how hurt Ed would be if he found out, all she could remember was the ways he had insulted and ignored her ever since that night she had come to the Executive Club with McHenry before. Somewhere in her drugged and passion-dimmed mind, she vaguely thought that her husband deserved to be taught a lesson, but the half-formed idea was lost as her attention suddenly jerked back to the stage.
The German Shepherd had lowered his massive head to the helpless girl's crotch and was sniffing it with interest. Then, without warning, his tongue snaked out and began to lick wetly up and down the moist crevice, from the tight puckered hole of her anus to the hard swollen bud of her clitoris. For a moment, the quavering dark-haired girl tried to twist away from the strange attack, but a threatening growl from the hairy monster crouched over her defenseless body made her fall back onto the mattress. His great pink tongue slid wetly up and down the full length of her narrow moist slit again, flicking relentlessly between the girl's wide-splayed thighs and suddenly curling deep into her vaginal passageway. The fear-stricken moans that had been coming from the girl's shuddering body began to change to soft mewling sounds of involuntary delight as the big dog's wet slathering tongue forced her, in spite of her revulsion, to enjoy the perverted stimulation.
Lynn felt chills of forbidden excitement rippling up her spine as she watched the change coming over the writhing girl on the bed. Her mind could barely accept the reality of what was happening before her or the strange delicious feelings that were beginning to course through her flesh in tiny licking flames of desire. George McHenry had pulled her so close against him now that she could hardly move and during the excitement of watching the young girl surrender to the dog's licking tongue, he had slipped his other hand under her skirt, and begun moving it slowly up her leg. She could feel small pin pricks of thrilling sensation following the path of his fingers up her thigh and racing through the tips of her nipples as he rolled them maddeningly between his fingertips. She could feel the damp warmth of his breath rushing against her ear as he turned his head toward her and suddenly locked his lips wetly against hers. She tried to squirm away but the throbbing pressure of his mouth against hers was too much for her in her present state.
"Oh, I'm so sorry; I just can't help myself, my dear," George breathed into her mouth when he finally pulled away from her moist responsive lips. "I don't know what got into me. It's just that you're so young and beautiful… I can't control myself when I'm around you…"
For the first time that evening, Lynn sympathized with what McHenry was saying, for some strange unexplainable reason, she too was having difficulty keeping control over her emotions this evening. She realized that this was the first time since she had been married that another man had kissed her and she had almost forgotten what it was like. In spite of her guard being up against letting any emotion overcome her, she could feel tiny butterfly-like sensations flit suddenly through her stomach.
The waiter was making the rounds of the salon, passing out fresh drinks to the people on the couches and Lynn pressed the cold glass thankfully to her lips as she vainly tried to sort out her confused thoughts. She had never imagined that another man kissing her could make her feel anything at all, particularly with her husband right there in the same building. But before she could pursue the disconcerting thought further, she heard several gasps from the people in the audience and she quickly looked up to see what was happening on the stage.
The dog had lifted his head from the now-pleading girl's open pussy to nose her over onto her stomach in servile surrender. Her resistance had disappeared under the maddening licking of her shamelessly aroused loins and she was virtually at the mercy of the huge beast slavering over her. As her quivering, spread-eagled body collapsed face down on the bed, the hairy brute lowered his snout again, the thick pink tongue slithering into the exposed crevice between her clenching buttocks. The dark-haired girl twisted her ass back toward him in order to give full access to the tongue lashing at her throbbing secret parts.