Chapter 10
In addition to bringing Sidney along at a rapid pace, teaching him all the ropes of making a woman happy, Patty continued to work with Mark Antony, getting him to the point where he would do anything and everything required under the circumstances.
One morning after breakfast Gordon called Patty into his private office to talk with her.
"I understand that things are going well with both of the dogs you're working with," he began. "They couldn't be going any better."
"That's very good. That's the kind of report I like to hear. Anyway, I think Mark Antony's about ready to be sold. Don't you think so?"
"Yes, he'll make some lucky gal very happy," she nodded. But at the moment her feelings were mixed. She recalled suddenly how poor Stefanie had felt when Rufus had been bought by Lynn. Now she was in an identical position.
"That he will. He's a fine dog. Well, I think I might have just the home for him. A go-go dancer who works at a Sunset Strip nightclub called me yesterday, telling me about what she had in mind. She wanted a hot German shepherd who'd be willing to do anything and everything."
"That suits Mark Antony all right."
"Yes, it does."
"So do you want me to go over there and see her?"
"Yes, she'd like to see you this afternoon. One o'clock. She's not up much before that, and she works nights."
"I understand."
"And this time, honey, I want you to go by yourself. Last time, with Rufus, I realize that your lover girl Stefanie was along with you. That was a little different. I was trying to break you in, and Lynn specified that she wanted two girls. This go-go girl, her name's Fran, by the way, stipulated that she wants the dog plus one girl."
"Fine with me," she nodded.
"I'll give you her address." He reached into his wallet and pulled out a card with writing on it. The card contained Fran's address and telephone number. "Now I want you to wear something nice and sexy. Dress about the same way you did when you went to see Lynn. That was a smashing success."
"I've got you," she nodded, taking the card and walking toward the door. "I'll turn this go-go dancer on."
"That's the spirit," he laughed briskly.
She went back to her cabin and got some rest, preparing to gear herself for whatever lay ahead. She wondered about Fran the go-go dancer, and speculated on whether she would be anything like Lynn. She had misgivings about losing Mark Antony, but told herself that she was in the kind of business wherein she had to face the prospect of giving up a canine lover, no matter how difficult a prospect that might be.
At a few minutes before noon she began dressing, putting on the same micro-mini she had worn to woo Lynn. Then, after sizing herself up briefly in the mirror and deciding that she was acceptable, Patty walked toward the kennel, preparing to let Mark Antony out.
"Here we go, baby," she said, letting him out of the kennel as he enthusiastically barked and wagged his tail. "We're gonna get in my car and go for a nice drive. Yes, we're gonna have lots of fun, my dear. We're gonna go see a dancer and have lots of fun."
They walked to her car and she let the German shepherd into the back seat. Then she left, moving steadily toward the freeway, happy to be able to take a drive on a sunny early afternoon.
The traffic was not a factor at that hour of the day, and she finally arrived at the address she had been given by Gordon some ten minutes early. It was an attractive little house that resembled a Swiss chalet, and was situated behind the main house on a side street not far off Sunset Boulevard.
Immediately Patty began to wonder if Fran would be economically stable enough to be able to pay the high prices that Gordon always expected for his trained dogs.
She knocked at the door.
"Be with you in a second," a voice sang cheerfully, barely making itself heard above the noise of a Rolling Stones album which was roaring over the stereo at full blast.
The loud sounds of the rock and roll music caused Mark Antony to become immediately restless as he moved his body around with mounting anxiety, wondering what would be happening next. Patty shared in that curious concern, wondering what their hostess Fran would look like, and how bizarre her tastes might run.
As they waited patiently at the front door memories flashed in Patty's mind concerning the trip she had taken with Stefanie and Rufus to the mansion in Brentwood, where they had been thoroughly entertained by Lynn. She thought about how sexy Lynn had been as she strutted to the door in her bikini, wearing nothing else, and how fast she had gotten turned on to both of them and their canine friend.
She couldn't help but wonder what the future would hold in her relationship with Fran. Finally the door opened and she found herself staring into the face of a grinning redhead clad in a purple robe.
"Welcome, welcome," she laughed loudly. "I'm Fran. Now let's see, you must be Patty. That right?"
"Absolutely. And this is my loyal friend, Mark Antony," she pointed to the German shepherd, who stood beside her faithfully.
"Hey, I like that name," Fran burst into loud laughter. "That really sounds classy."
"Our dogs have class so we give them names to match," Patty grinned.
"Right on, baby, right on," Fran roared with laughter. "I'll tell you something, this guy gives every appearance of being a noble Roman and a real stud to boot. Wow, look at that cock down there between those sexy legs. I'll bet he could give a girl a great fuck."
"You'll be finding out soon enough," Patty assured her with a smile.
"Right on, honey, right on. Say, what's the matter with me. I'm acting like an absolute ass. Come on in, baby, and stay awhile."
Patty motioned for Mark Antony to follow her inside. The living room was compact, filled with posters of rock and roll stars and actors. In the middle of the room, pasted to the ceiling, was a picture of actor Burt Reynolds stretched out in his famous nude bearskin rug pose. The music continued blaring from the stereo as Patty looked around the room curiously.
In one corner of the room was a raised platform, like those seen in go-go nightclubs, on which dancers applied their wares before the cash customers.
"I have this around to get in a little practice during the day," she pointed proudly to the platform. "I was practicing, in fact, just before you arrived. But before I go back I'd like to take a few more drags from my cigarette."
The acute marijuana stench in the room was overpowering as Patty's eyes began to water. Fran walked over to an ash tray, from which a cigarette burned. She picked up the cigarette and took a few lengthy puffs, her face breaking out in a smile.
"Whheeeee, I like that," she said. "Here, baby, give it a try. Take a few puffs."
Fran moved quickly toward Patty. She handed the cigarette to her, eager for Patty to take a few puffs from it.
"C'mon, let yourself go and have a little fun," she encouraged. "What do you say?"
"No thanks. I don't smoke."
"Hell, this isn't just a cigarette, doll. This is pot. C'mon, let it all hang out. You'll have a lot more fucking fun here if you just take a few puffs."
Patty finally relented under pressure, deciding that her customer was always right. She coughed several times when she took her first few quick puffs, then made a face.
"Stick with it, honey, stay with it," Fran encouraged.
Mark Antony looked both befuddled and restless as he observed all the strange happenings -the raised platform, the loud commotion coming from the stereo, and the thick smoke and coughing.
Patty determinedly stuck with things, taking several more puffs, then experiencing a wooziness from the potent cigarette.
"Wow, that does knock a girl out," she said.
"You're damned right, honey."
Fran then finished the cigarette, stamping out the stub in the ash tray. At that point she startled Patty by pulling off her robe and throwing it down on a chair restlessly.
"Now I'm just the way I want to be," she announced.
What immediately startled Patty was that Fran wore nothing beneath her robe. Her eyes quickly fastened on Fran's beautiful form, with the pliant, firm breasts, the long, sensuous legs, and the solid, firm buttocks.
"I'm free as a bird when I'm naked," she announced, throwing her head up in the air and strutting like a peacock. "I'll show you and your canine friend how I make my living."
As the Rolling Stones continued belting out tune after tune on the long playing album Fran jumped up on top of the platform and wiggled her buttocks, turning Patty on quickly with her fervent movements.
Not only was Patty aroused. Mark Antony was also stimulated by all that was going on. He began darting around the room barking unrestrainedly, his tail wagging, wondering what would be happening next. It was quite an experience to throw a dog into, Patty could not help but think.
Fran remained on the platform, letting her hips, buttocks, and breasts flounce rhythmically, until the sweat began to pour down both sides of her face. Then she finally decided that it was time to get down from the platform and turn her attentions to something else.
"Let's all go into the bedroom," she said, celebrating as if she had achieved a great triumph. "You know, I really turn these horny men on with my dancing. I get sick of dealing with them, though. They hand a girl too much crap. They act like a bunch of babies. Don't you agree?"
"It seems like most of the ones I've fallen in love with have," Patty eagerly nodded.
"Same here baby, same here."
Fran walked over to her when they got inside the bedroom, taking off her blouse and bra, then burying her head momentarily between Patty's breasts, which she sucked eagerly.
She raised her head finally from Patty's breasts and went to work on her micro-mini. She tugged at it with impatience until it came off, then she removed Patty's panties.
"Oh, are you ever built," Fran gasped. "You were just made to be fucked, and I'm just the girl to do it. Oh, I just love you. You're free to move in here with me anytime."
She let her trembling fingers drop between Patty's legs, while Mark Antony stood by watching closely.
"Keep the hot canine in the wings, baby," Fran advised, "because I'll be getting to him later."
Her. fingers worked with rhythmic ease as they concentrated on getting Patty as hot as possible.
"Oh, keep it up," Patty gasped. "I like that action. Oh, those fingers, oh, baby, I love that, love that."
Fran let her lips plunge against Patty's as her fingers continued going to work on Patty's hot mound. Fran gradually eased Patty's body into bed. Patty trembled from the excitement her body was being subjected to.
"I've just gotta suck this beautiful asshole," Fran finally said with determination. "It's such a cute ass. My tongue will absolutely go wild inside it. Oh, zowie, what an ass, what a girl. Whee, that pot put me in good spirits."
Patty's head was still a little on the dizzy side from the marijuana she had sampled. But she was more than happy to receive the attentions that Fran nimbly provided.
Fran let her lips continue to press resolutely against Patty's in a number of swift, decisive forward movements. And while lips pressed in blissful fascination Fran was letting her fingers roll methodically over Patty's buttocks.
The sexy dancer knew just how to put those fingers to work, letting them curl around the voluptuous folds of inner flesh.
The longer that Fran's lips plunged against hers, and the longer that Fran put her talented fingers to work on Patty's buttocks, the more passionately Patty's body trembled.
Blazing energies were released by the dancer until she finally decided to lift her fingers from Fran's buttocks. As the fingers were removed she let her head drop slowly and surely. Mark Antony took in everything that was happening, looking curiously on the unfolding sight of sexual passion.
Fran let her torrid tongue find its way inside Patty's anus, moving spiritedly, enjoying every stab. Patty moved her body back and forth, letting her buttocks flail passionately, giving Fran all the extra encouragement she needed as she sucked conscientiously on Patty's torrid anus.
She kept it up until deciding to switch her efforts to Patty's now moist nest, which had had so many sensations drummed into it by Fran's wide assortment of actions.
"Oh, that's it, baby, suck my twat out, I want your suck, suck me, suck me," Patty encouraged.
The longer the sex action continued the more encouraged Mark Antony became by all that was going on. He wanted to get into the act, and Fran was happy to see him looking up with such inspired curiosity, since she had plenty in store for him.
Fran continued her sparkling movements, letting her fingers toy with Patty's breasts while she sucked her box intensely. The action continued as Patty drew ever closer to shooting.
"Oh, I'm gonna fuck you in the mouth," Patty told her excitedly. "Just keep that tongue moving and you're gonna get my juices right in your mouth, just the way you want them."
Those encouraging words served to spur Fran on all the more as her tongue darted like a blinding torpedo as she serviced Patty's inner needs. Patty's body gave way under the pressure, trembling and bounding up and down on the bed, which squeaked under the pressure it was being subjected to, while the sucking continued.
The curious German shepherd was on his feet by that time, his tail wagging fervently as he watched carefully what was going on and enjoyed the movements occurring before him.
"Suck me just a few more times," Patty sighed resolutely, "just a few more nimble tongue strokes, baby, and I'll be there. Suck it out of me, I want it. Ooooohhhhh, that's it, oooohhhhhhh."
At that point Fran received the delicious fruits of her labor in the form of Patty's juice. A pleased look crossed her face as she conscientiously stuck with things, swallowing the juice which filtered out of Patty's love pit.
"You are gorgeous," Fran lauded.
"So are you."
"Now I'd like to see about getting a little action from that dog over there."
"He's willing, all right."
"Good, I like them willing. The more willing the better. Yes, you can't beat a man when you're in need. That is a male dog."
Patty got off the bed, planning to give Fran and Mark Antony all the room they required.
"Okay, baby, get up on that bed," Patty motioned her German shepherd lover. Once more she began to realize how hurt Stefanie must have been when she gave up Rufus. Here she was goading the dog she had trained for sex into having sex with another woman, with the ultimate goal in mind of selling Mark Antony to her. "Go ahead, Mark, make yourself comfort-able up there with Fran. Yeah, isn't she a nice girl. She's beautiful and you like to fuck beautiful women, don't you?"
"Get him up here, baby, because my cunt's getting ready to explode," Fran declared urgently.
"I'll tell you how to really get him in the mood," Patty quickly related to her. "Just move those tits and that ass around in that bed, and play with yourself. That will do it, baby, that will get him good and turned on."
"That will be easy, honey," she nodded.
Her hips began sliding back and forth and her fingers went to work maneuvering over her nest briskly. Immediately the German shepherd's tongue began wagging in perfect unison with his tail. Watching her move her body had done the trick.
"Up, up, Mark," Patty called, pointing toward the bed.
Mark Antony executed a nifty flying leap, after which the sex action was ready to commence. Fran patted him on top of the head several times gently, and the German shepherd quickly responded by letting his searing tongue slide around her face.
"Oh, what a tiger this guy is, what a tiger," Fran sighed. "Oh, baby, you're smothering me, absolutely smothering me with love. Don't stop now, honey."
He continued sliding his tongue rapidly around her face for the next few minutes, during which she became all the more excited for action. She let her fingers move down to his swollen scrotum, which she fingered and jerked on.
"What a darling ball bag," Fran laughed giddily, "what a cute toy to play with. Oh, my little man is getting excited by it all, isn't he. My but he likes it."
The finger movements persisted until Fran decided that she wanted more. Patty watched her closely, observing the way that her tongue was impatiently circulating inside her mouth. Patty reasoned that she would be sucking the German shepherd's cock.
Fran quickly dropped her head down between Mark Antony's legs. Then she put her tongue to work circulating with blinding excitement up and down the base of his dick.
"Suck him, Fran, go to work on him," Patty encouraged.
Fran's head bobbed up and down with great interest, sliding in a passionate rage as her tongue worked up and down over the dog's long, aroused red cock.
The go-go dancer soon aroused him to his absolute limits, at which time she collected a stimulating load of juice for her efforts, which left her bristling with happiness.
"I wonder now if he'd repay the honor and suck my snatch," Fran looked over at Patty and inquired.
"I'm sure he'll do anything you desire. He's very well trained."
"I wonder who trained him."
"I did."
"That's what I figured," she nodded. "That's what makes him so well trained, and so sexy."
"All you've got to do is shake that body again and twist your fingers around in your cunt. That will get him so excited that everything will take care of itself. It'll be a blast."
"Just what I was planning to do."
The fingers began circulating swiftly inside Fran's mound, with the dog immediately picking up on what was happening. His nose picked up the scent, moving down toward her box.
"That's it, touch it, touch it," Fran encouraged.
Mark Antony poked his nose around her aroused slit several times, after which he put his tongue to work sucking with rapid strokes, moving in and out with passion.
"Oh, eat me, eat me," she begged, her body a mass of sensation as it twisted and turned.
And the sucking continued at a spirited clip, driving her close to an explosion. His tongue darted blindly as the pace picked up, until the German shepherd was sucking at full speed.
"Oh, this is it," Fran gasped.
Her body spasmed several times dramatically and the warm juice trickled out of the end of her organ.
"Ah, the pause that refreshes," Fran said.
"I told you he'd give you all you can handle," Patty said with great pride.
"Now there's just one more thing I'd like to happen before I call this afternoon a complete success."
"What's that?"
"I'd like to have him stuff that big prick inside me." To illustrate her point Fran ran her fingers hopefully up and down his stiff joint.
"He's got plenty left in him for that. Just grab him by the cock and guide him close to your cunt," Patty explained. "He's prepared to do that. He's in the know. Just give him half a chance and he'll please you unlike any way you could imagine. Oh, has he ever given my twat a good ride."
"I'll bet he has. Well now I'm gonna give him the chance to give mine the same kind of action."
Patty watched as Fran skillfully worked Mark Antony's still hot organ inside her. She let out a sigh of relief when his cock locked within her and commenced rifling back and forth with spirited movements as the tempo built rapidly.
With piston-like effectiveness he ground the hot cudgel inside her spasming body. Her nest was flowing with juicy passion as he continued propelling his body back and forth and drove his lightning rod with all the strength he could summon.
"Oh, fuck me, baby," she murmured as the tempo continued building, moving quickly toward a final explosion.
The hot juice finally spilled out of the end of Mark Antony's sensation-laden cock, supplying Fran with all the bodily thrills that she could have ever hoped for.
Fran eased his cock out of her vagina with several quick strokes. Then she got up from the bed and walked over to Patty.
"Now I'd like to do something for the beautiful girl who taught this passionate animal all that he knows." She ran her fingers up and down Patty's right leg. Patty settled back and enjoyed the smoothness of her touch. "How about getting into bed with me."
Patty nodded, strutting over toward the bed as Fran watched her hips flounce. Patty lowered her body into bed, readying herself for whatever would come next. She curiously wondered what would be next in the dancer's seemingly endless bag of tricks.
"Excuse me a moment," Fran said, leaving the room.
Patty continued lying on the bed, curiously awaiting further developments. She heard Fran rustling through something, hearing something which approximated the sound of plastic rubbing against something.
Then Patty was shocked to her very skin as Fran came walking proudly back into the room with a plastic, realistic penis-like dildo strapped to her waist.
"This is my big surprise," Fran smiled, pointing toward the huge cock-shaped instrument.
"What are you gonna do with that?"
"What do you think, darling? I'm gonna fuck you with it. Can you think of a better purpose to put it to?"
She marched over to the bed and entered it, stroking the plastic tip of the dildo in the same manner that Patty had seen many men stroking their cocks as a prelude to sex.
Patty had never been fucked in that manner, and was a little apprehensive at the outset. But as she thought it over her fears began to subside. After all, it couldn't be much different than getting fucked by the real thing, she thought. And, in addition, she had enjoyed every stimulating moment of her sex activities with Fran thus far, so she saw no reason to feel any different in that a new act was suddenly being attempted.
Fran pressed her fingers solidly against Patty's fleshy buttocks as she drove her cock into her. Patty closed her eyes and realized that the sensations Fran was conscientiously supplying were very similar to those she had received from a man's cock.
For the next few minutes she was treated to a rousing exhibition of dildo sex by Fran. It capped the afternoon and left Patty's body feeling stiff and sore after the ordeal of all the sex that she had been through.
Patty dressed slowly, then dragged her sore body toward the living room as Fran patted her buttocks gratefully.
"You've given me a lot of thrills today," she said, "and so has that wonderful dog. You can tell Gordon that I'll be giving him a call soon. As for you, I hope you'll drop by again sometime. I just love fucking with you."
"Just maybe I'll do that."
"I hope so."
They kissed at the front door. Then Fran bent down and kissed Mark Antony as well. The dog got up on his hind legs and wagged his tail.
"He's s cute," Fran laughed.
Patty took her canine friend back to the car.
"Well, darling," she said. "I guess we chalked up another success. Maybe such a big success that I'll lose you."