Chapter 5
It took Patty several days to recover from the ordeal of what she had been exposed to with Gordon and the dog. Guilt feelings plagued her when she thought about the way she had become aroused by watching the dog perform in sex.
At that point she started becoming panicky over her failure to locate another job. She decided to lower her sights, at least for the time being, and take something, if necessary, outside the realm of office work, which was the only field in which she had sought employment to that date.
She secured a job as a cocktail waitress at a bar jn Los Angeles, a job she did not particularly care for, but one, she realized, which would at least pay her bills until something better came along.
Her first evening of work she showed up on the job determined to put her best foot forward. The bar was crowded in that it was ladies' night, and she was broken in by a more experienced cocktail waitress who helped her quickly over the growing pains of conquering a new job.
During the first hour, as she threaded her way through a maelstrom of men standing beside the bar, as she moved toward a table of men and women waiting to be served, a husky man with a red face grabbed her by the arm, then cupped his fingers against her buttocks.
"Say, that feels good," he laughed, and his friends standing next to him joined in that laughter.
"Please let me go," she gasped, embarrassed at what was happening to her.
"Surely you don't mind if I goose you a little," the guy teased. Then he reached out and pinched her buttocks, causing her to gasp in astonishment.
"Bull's-eye," one guy quipped, causing more laughter.
She had to struggle her way free of his grasp, and as she did the men laughed louder than ever.
"Come back for more, baby," one of the other guys shouted as she walked away.
That incident served as an omen of things to come for the rest of what constituted the longest night of Patty's life. Every time she walked past a crowd of men somebody would either make a lewd crack, or, even worse, she would be touched by someone.
Often as she stood by the service bar awaiting an order, a man would walk by and either shove his leg suggestively against hers or pat her on the buttocks.
By the time the evening ended she was suffering from emotional exhaustion. Patty was not accustomed to being abused by men, at least not in such a blatant fashion, and she was left visibly shaken by the treatment she had received.
After the customers left and the bar was being closed for the night, the man who had hired her, a fat man by the name of John, swaggered toward her in a surly gait. She could pick up the acute scent of alcohol on his breath.
"Can I see you alone a minute, baby," he placed his hand upon her shoulder and said.
She nodded, following him into his private office in the back of the bar. He motioned her toward a chair across from his desk, then sat down behind the desk in his swivel chair.
"Like a drink?" he beamed, showing his uneven yellow teeth. Patty had found him repulsive even sober, but doubly so now that he was drunk.
"No thank you."
He shrugged, then poured himself a glass of Scotch. As Patty sat there pensively across from him, wondering what he wanted to see her about, she hoped it wasn't for sexual reasons.
But the very thing she had feared quickly came to pass as John roughly undid his zipper, reached inside his trousers, and pulled out his hard cock.
"Look what I've got here," he grinned. "How about sucking this for me, baby, and getting my rocks off. You play ball with me and I'll see you make a lot of bread working for me."
"I'm not interested in making money as your whore," she exploded, rising quickly from the chair.
"My girls do whatever I tell them," Jack frowned, answering sarcastically. "If I tell my girls to hang on the chandelier, they'd damn well better do it. If I tell them to suck my cock then they'd damned well better do that."
"I've got news for you," Patty shouted, her face suffused with rage. "I'm not your girl, now or ever. You're just a dirty old man who makes me want to puke."
"You're through, you ungrateful little bitch. I took you off the streets and gave you a job because I felt sorry for you. And look at the kind of gratitude you show."
"You're a lying bastard," she stood her ground. "You wanted a drawing card for your business and a mistress on the side. Well, you're not getting one. I'm sick of you, your place, and all these creepy men who come in here and run their clammy hands over me. You can take your place and shove it for all I care."
"You can pick up your night's paycheck up front, and don't ever show your goddamned face in here again."
"You couldn't pay me to come into this upholstered sewer again," Patty said emphatically, slamming the door behind her and leaving John in the office nursing his booze alone.
That one evening gave Patty her fill in working at bars. She went home in a highly frustrated state, not knowing where to turn next. It was difficult for her to withstand all the body blows to which she had been subjected in recent weeks. First there had been the disappointing split with Rick, then the tragic affair with her boss David Roberts, which she voluntarily ended after the conversation with his wife Velma. Now, in her first job opportunity since that tragic split with David, things had ended disappointedly her very first evening.
When she climbed into bed, nursing a slight headache from the tension she had undergone during the long evening, her thoughts once more focused back on the dog exhibition she had witnessed involving Stefanie and Rufus. The longer she lay back and thought about it the more intense the feelings became which surfaced between her legs.
Patty still found it inconceivable that she could be aroused by thoughts of a canine shoving his tongue and cock into a woman's fiery slit. But something was certainly causing her own vagina to turn into a burning bush that needed immediate release.
She quickly pulled off her panties and put her fingers to work darting enthusiastically over her mound, which immediately moistened to her touch. The fingers continued working vigorously until her vagina finally exploded.
Then she went to sleep, forgetting for the time being about all she had been through that night, and forgetting what had caused her to become so sexually aroused just thinking about Stefanie being entered by a homey dog.
The next morning she awakened thinking of Rufus. She began contemplating the job that had been offered to her by Gordon Nownes in a different way than before. She had had so many terrible experiences recently with two-legged men that she wondered if sex with a four-legged male might not ultimately be a better route to traverse. Then, seconds after asking herself that question, she wondered if she was cracking up by thinking such things.
She continued thinking about Gordon Nownes' employment offer during breakfast, and as she took her shower. It had been her intention to go to downtown Los Angeles and do some job hunting, as was her normal custom, but the idea of calling Gordon became more intriguing to her the more she thought about it.
After she got out of the shower and had put on her clothes she finally decided to follow through with her predilection toward calling Gordon Nownes. As she picked up the phone and started dialing his number, which she had had the foresight to put into her telephone book, she hoped that he wouldn't be angry at her as a result of the way she had talked to him.
She wondered one more time if she was doing the right thing, but that steady thought remained with her, that of wanting to see a sexy dog again.
"Hello," she immediately recognized his voice.
"Is this Gordon."
"Yes it is."
"I saw you three days ago."
"Yes, yes, this is Patty," he said happily. "That's right," she confirmed. "So what caused you to call me on this bright morning?"
"I've been thinking some more about our conversation of the other day. Perhaps I was a bit hasty. Provided your job opening is still open I would like to come in and see you."
"I'd be happy to talk with you. Glad you've reconsidered. Drop over right away."
"Thank you. I will."
"Don't mention it. Goodbye now."
"See you."
She hung up the phone, happy to see that Gordon wasn't nursing any hard feelings over her attitude when she had gone to see him.
She jumped immediately into her car and drove to Saugus, arriving there in mid-morning. Gordon was standing in front of his house awaiting her arrival.
"You look a whole lot happier than you did the last time I saw you," Gordon grinned, letting her inside his house.
"I want to apologize for blowing up at you the way that I did. It was uncalled for. I just don't know what got into me."
"Think nothing of it. I know what got into you."
"What did?"
"Something called fear of the unknown. You see, certain types of sex conduct bear the stigma of society. People hear that these things are terrible, corrupt, degenerate and the like, and next thing you know they accept these attitudes without even being fully aware of what they represent which, in most cases, is nothing more than plain ignorance. You were just reacting out of shock because you were being exposed to something you weren't used to. I had a feeling that after you'd had time to cool off you'd come back and at least talk."
"That's what I'm here for," Patty nodded.
"Very good. Now I'm proposed to make you a flat offer, provided that you'd really like to settle into work here. I'm willing to offer you a job starting at two hundred dollars a week."
"That sounds great."
"But first I'd like to find out if you really want to do this. I've had a lot of girls who at first rebelled at the idea of making love to animals for pay. Some of them gradually fell into line and learned to love their work. The girl you met, Stefanie, is a good example. Others found that even after giving it a try it just wasn't for them. Which is well and good. Not everybody's cut out for this line of work just like everybody's not cut out for other types of work. But it's best that we find out as soon as possible just where things stand, if you know what I mean."
"Yes I do."
"Good, then our next order of business is to take you through a test run. The last time you were cast strictly in a spectator's role. This time I want you to go all the way with Rufus. Are you with me?"
Her heart began to pound tensely at the thought of having sex with Rufus the German shepherd. At first she thought of taking the coward's way out and declining. But she knew after greater reflection that running away from problems is the worst possible answer. Failing to directly confront a problem with David Roberts was what had made it so difficult to finally break up with him. Not only that, but in addition to the fear she felt, she found herself getting sexually aroused at the prospect of sex with the sturdy German shepherd. That familiar old itch had surfaced between her legs.
"I'm with you," she finally replied.
"Are you sure? You hesitated for quite awhile."
'Tes, I'm sure," she said.
"Fine, then come with me."
They walked into Stefanie's cabin, only this time nobody was there.
"This just happens to be Stefanie's day off," Gordon explained as he closed the door behind them. "It's a good thing, because we've got the whole place to ourselves. Get into bed, honey, and take off your clothes. I'll give you a few minutes to get comfortable, then I'll bring your handsome friend Rufus in. You're really in for a wonderful surprise. I have a hunch that when you get through with him you'll be as high on him as a lover as Stefanie is, and it was Stefanie who trained him and taught him his big bag of tricks."
With that pronouncement Gordon walked out of the cabin. Now Patty was completely alone, contemplating what lay in the future. She quickly got out of her clothes. Once more her heart began beating rapidly from the tension of the moment.
Once more she had doubts about whether she should go through with the whole thing, but she knew down deep that, after coming as far as she had, she would play things out until the end.
She quickly removed all her clothes, then her panties and her bra, after which she sprawled out comfortably in the middle of the bed, awaiting Gordon's return with Rufus.
No more than five minutes after she finished undressing Patty heard the door open. In came Gordon, with Rufus accompanying him.
"Here's your friend," Gordon winked.
The dog immediately focused his eyes on the bed, looking with great interest at Patty as she lay comfortably, awaiting further developments with mixed emotions. As she looked at
Rufus her vagina began feeling warm, accumulating a tense pre-sex act anxiety. But there was still the nervousness tugging at the pit of her stomach. She knew that it would only be supplanted by actual action.
"I'll tell you how to get him good and hot," Gordon called out to Patty as he sat down in the same chair she had previously occupied when she had watched Rufus have sex with Stefanie. Patty then got the firm indication that her prospective employer had an intention of watching her test run. "Just take those pretty fingers of yours and run them over that cute pussy. Keep on running them until you shoot. Then he'll pick up the scent of your cunt. Once he picks it up you've got nothing more to worry about."
Dutifully she ran her fingers over her hot nest. She was intensely desirous of making the best possible impression she could on both Gordon and Rufus.
It didn't take her long to get worked up enough to shoot some juice. After she did Gordon came up with another quick suggestion.
"Okay, now just start twisting those legs and keep running those fingers over your pussy," he exclaimed. "He'll get the message, and after that you'll have the blast you've been expecting."
Once more she followed Gordon's suggestion to the letter. Her eyes were glued on Rufus, who looked anxious to go right to work on her. As her hips swayed back and forth his tongue immediately dropped out of his mouth, circulating all around it.
"Call him now, honey," Gordon said.
"Rufus, here, Rufus," she called.
Rufus threw his head back and barked several times. Then he darted quickly toward the bed, taking a flying leap and landing on top of it. Immediately his nose went to work picking up the-scent. Patty quickly recalled that the same thing had happened when she had observed Rufus making love with Stefanie.
Patty's body trembled slightly as Rufus dropped his head and let his nose press against her flaming box. At first it felt cold the first few times it stabbed against her, but soon she became accustomed to his movements.
After those first few climactic stabs Patty's entire body loosened up. She suddenly began to experience the same free and flowing grace that had been an inherent part of her when she had had sex with men she had liked in the past.
Following the nose stabs Rufus switched his line of pursuit to sucking her vagina. He was attracted strongly to her moistness, and put that long red tongue to work with feverish efforts, letting his tongue dart with wild enthusiasm over her mound.
"Now he's in the groove," Gordon clapped his hands with satisfaction from his chair.
Not only was Rufus in the groove, he quickly observed, but so was Patty, who was responding in just the favorable manner that he had hoped she would. The tempo continued to accelerate as Patty was driven ever closer to another orgasm.
"Oh, keep on sucking me," she found herself spontaneously gasping.
"Suck my cunt, baby, suck me, suck my juice, Rufus, suck, suck, I love you, suck me."
Several tongue strokes later the big explosion came, at which point Patty released a loud sigh of exhilaration.
""Okay, baby, now let him fuck you in the cunt," Gordon encouraged at that point.
By that time Patty had complete confidence in what she was doing. She wasn't the least bit afraid of the unknown any more. She had loved Rufus' tongue movements, which were thorough and passionate. She liked both the length of his red tongue and the manner in which he had put it to use.
She recalled how Stefanie had gone about having Rufus penetrate her. Patty reached out and grabbed his bulging penis, which was both hard and firm in her grasp. She loved the feel of it and her heart fluttered with enthusiasm as she pondered the enormous possibilities of the act which was to follow.
The longer she ran her fingers up and down his long penis the better the homey German shepherd liked it. And the more anxious she became to have that same huge phallus shoving inside her.
"He's all ready now," Gordon coached. "Just stick it inside you, baby, and you're in business."
She shoved the hot penis inside her wet mound. As she pushed it inside Rufus reared back and delivered some strong impetus on his own behalf. At first it hurt, causing Patty to let out a sigh.
"Stick with him," Gordon said excitedly, "don't let up, baby. You're gonna learn to love it. You're really cut out for this."
Once his cock was tucked securely inside her nest she felt it lock within her. A sharp pain shot through her body initially, but soon the pain gave way to pleasure.
He rammed his steaming dagger-like cock into her again and again, rocking his body back and forth with systematic intensity. As he delivered his pulsating stabs inside her, Patty let her body rock back and forth eagerly, gladly meeting his movements.
"Drive it in me," she gasped, "I want you, I want you, fuck me, drive your cock inside me, fuck, fuck."
As Patty, continued receiving Rufus' stirring cock stabs, Gordon watched the action with keen interest, happy that Patty was faring so well her first time out with a dog.
"Keep on fucking her, Rufus," he called active encouragement to the homey canine.
Patty moved her body from side to side, letting out an occasional gasp as Rufus' stirring movements continued. He drilled her repeatedly, continuing to draw an intense bead on her torrid nest.
He finally drilled her for the last time, letting his fluids emerge from the end of his hard rod and into her waiting box.
"Ohhhhhh, you're in me," she rejoiced happily as her hips flounced back and forth.
"Bravo, great job," Gordon jumped up from his chair and beamed radiantly. Then he called to Rufus. "C'mon, big boy, you come with me now."
He led Rufus toward the door. As he opened the door he stood in the doorway and related to Patty:
"Stay here, baby. I'll be back in a minute and we'll talk longer."
She waited in bed for him to return, wondering if he would be seeking sexual release on his own behalf. She would not be the least bit surprised to confront such an eventuality, since she had sensed that he was strongly drawn toward her physically from the very beginning, and now he had been exposed to watching her in sex with an animal, observing her in the nude.
He returned after disposing of Rufus. As he closed the door behind him he took a good look at her nude form.
"That dog's nuts about your bod, and I don't blame him one bit," he exclaimed. Then he sat back down in the chair. "As for what I thought of your performance, you were great, just as I figured you would be. Just because you gave me a little bit of a hard time in the beginning, that didn't mean that I thought any less of you as a prospect. I figured you were the type of sensuous woman who would appreciate the kind of action that a hot canine was capable of giving you, and I'm happy to see that things worked out in that way."
"Then you want to hire me."
"You're damned right I do. Starting right away."
"Very good," she smiled. "I really think I'm gonna enjoy this kind of work."
"I know you are. And by the way, what could be better than celebrating right now." With that announcement he quickly jumped to his feet, unzipping his trousers and letting his hard phallus fall free. "I'd really appreciate it if you'd suck on this hot meat for me. I really got turned on watching you."
"Is this incumbent upon getting my job?" she asked.
"Not in any way," he shook his head emphatically. "I keep business and pleasure as two distinct entities. No, I'll hire you even if you won't have any sex with me, even though most of the girls who work for me do, except for several who are straight lesbians and dig it only with women and dogs."
"I wasn't getting uptight," Patty exclaimed as diplomatically as she knew how. "It's just that I don't like strings attached to things. I quit a job just before coming over here because my boss felt he ought to be able to take liberties anytime he felt like it."
"I've got too much pride for that," Gordon explained. "I have enough confidence in my own abilities to attract the opposite sex to feel that I can get my share of sex thrills without having to resort to intimidation of girls who work for me."
"Fine, then I'll be glad to blow you. To tell you the truth, I like you much better than that other guy I mentioned anyway."
"I'm very happy to hear that."
He stroked his penis several times as he walked toward the bed. Then he lowered his body inside it, taking off his shoes so he would not be dragging them on the bed.
She raised her head and let her tongue slip casually over his aroused scrotum as Patty used her fingers to pump up and down his rigid cock, which was prepared to shoot at any point.
"Get to the sucking," he hastened her along. "I've gotta have that tongue against my dick. Suck me, baby, 'cause I'm gonna shoot damned fast."
She acted quickly upon his suggestion, letting her tongue move with sweeping passion over his aroused penis. As she stepped up the pace, licking with full intensity, Gordon ran his fingers affectionately through her hair.
"Keep up the good work, you beautiful dick licker," he gasped. "Suck my prick."
He moved his fingers after a while down to her voluptuous breasts, which he squeezed and massaged as she continued bobbing her head up and down as she sucked his prick.
The closer she recognized she was coming to causing his hard rod to explode the faster she moved, until he was finally trembling with excitement as he got set to pop his juices.
"Oooooohhhhh, I'm just about there," Gordon gasped. "That's it, oooohhhhh, suck, suck."
The juices bolted out of him and into Patty's waiting mouth. She happily swallowed every drop.
"Now we know each other a little better than before," Gordon winked, patting her happily on top of the head.
"I'll say we do."
"Now you're part of our team here. Welcome aboard."
"Thank you."
"You'll find this line of work challenging."
"I know. I already have. And I'm looking forward to more of it."
"It sure beats the traditional ways of making a living," Gordon exclaimed as he zipped his trousers back up.
Then they went back into the house and talked some more about the role Patty would play in Gordon's organization. The more she talked to him the greater the sweeping feeling of enthusiasm which manifested itself throughout her body became.
Not only was she looking forward to more action with sexy canines like Rufus, but she was also happy at the prospect of getting to know Gordon better.