Chapter 9

In the days that followed, Charlie and Donna spent the money that she'd earned in the dog flicks very quickly. When it was gone, they both looked for work, and each day the story was the same.

"What kind of experience do you have?" the guy asks me, Charlie complained, "Damnit, I don't have any experience, and how the hell can I get any if they won't let me work."

"I know," Donna smiled, "They tell me the same thing. It's almost like the world is against us? How much money do we have left."

"Eleven lousy bucks, and we owe a week's rent."

"Well, we've got to do something." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the dog in the corner. And suddenly she walked over to Charlie, and said, "Let's face it. The only money they'd let us make was when I'd screw that dog. If that's what I've got to do to eat in this goddam town, I'll do it."

"I was thinking of that, honey. I could write and ask my Dad for money-"

"Don't ask your old man for a damned thing," Donna snapped. "He'd pull you away from me so fast it would make your head swim, and you know what? He'd say it was all my fault that you are where you are right now."

"I know it. He's the biggest buck-passer in the world," Charlie said evenly.

"Can you find out if Harry is making any more movies?"

"I can always check it out at the bar where he hangs out if I want to," Charlie said, "but I've been staying away from there because I don't want to have him begging me to get you to do one of those movies again."

"Honey, I don't mind."

"Alright," he said, "I'll go check it out. I promise I won't get bombed out of my mind."

"With eleven dollars you won't have much chance," she smiled. And then, Charlie stepped out.

She lay on the bed, and sobbed. When Dandy saw his mistress crying, he ran over and jumped on the bed beside her. The only way he could sympathize with her was to let his hot, sticky tongue slide along her cheek, and the back of her neck.

Then, she got warm inside, and wished he could love her. The terrible frustrations and fears that hung over her mind made her desperately wish she could escape into her own sexual fantasy, where she could forget the horrible problems that were forever haunting her.

"I love you, Dandy," she cried, and hugged his neck, and then she looked down and saw the enormous erection the dog had. She reached down and touched it, and Dandy seemed to smile.

"I'll let you have it, honey," she said aloud, almost as if she thought the dog could hear and understand her words. She undressed quietly, and when she was stark naked, pushed the bedcovers aside. Then, when she was naked on the sheet, she spread for the dog.

And Dandy was delighted to take the opportunity of loving his mistress. He instantly let his tongue lash out so he could shower his affection upon her.

"Love me," she begged, the dog-"love me!"

Dandy placed his paws on her shoulders, straddling her. For the first time Donna got a chance to see what she looked like when the dog was going after her. She glanced up at him, and smiled, "Sock it to me!"

To show the dog she meant business, she reached out and gripped his huge, penis. And then she guided him into her hot vagina.

"Ohhh, ahhh, that's it, that's it," she moaned, as she felt the dog's penis sliding in and out, faster, now still faster. Again, Dandy let his mouth hang open, and his tongue hang out of one side of his mouth. The saliva dripped.

The touch of it on her body didn't bother her at all. She was in love with the dog, and anything he wanted to do was alright with her. Dandy never shrieked at her. Dandy never cursed her, accused her with awful names, or cursed her. All Dandy wanted to do was love her, and love her-he knew how to do so very well.

"Fuck it," she cried and the dog stabbed her gash, faster, still faster.

"Oh, Dandy, give it to me! Give it to me!" she gasped, as she felt his penis plunging high into her tight vagina. She gripped it, and massaged it, and the dog kept panting, pushing and her hands' went up to pull him tighter to her. "Give it to me," she begged, now completely uninhibited, and a feeling of great love flowed between her and the animal.

"Fuck it!" she gasped, "Fuck me!"

With piston-precision, Dandy drove it into her. Again, he got so hot, he let his jaw hang slack, and the tongue flip out the side of his mouth, almost as if he was laughing he was enjoying fucking the girl so much.

"Now, now," she cried, as the passion built within her hot loins to the breaking point. Her hands rubbed the dog's fur, and he looked down into her eyes, stabbed her hard, and unloaded. At the same instant, Donna came gushing. The dog continued thrusting inside her.

And then it was over. She lay there panting, and Dandy pulled out on cue, and jumped off the bed and went out to the kitchen for some food.

Again, she opened the refrigerator and found some lean ground round to feed him. After the fracas over the steak and in their low money condition, she knew she needed to console the creature with food, but not go so far as to serve him a steak.

The dog had no more than finished his food, than Charlie returned. He had a smile on his face, so Donna thought there might be some good news.

"What did you find out?" she asked, "Did you locate Harry?"

"Yes, I saw him," he smiled, "and I think I know of a way we can make some good money."

"That's great," she enthused, "Please tell me what you found out-I'm all ears."

"Well, Harry quit making movies. He said he's gone into a new business, and he'll help us out if we're interested."

"Go ahead-"

"Well, there's a chance to put on exhibitions," he smiled. "You, me and the dog."

"Call him by his name," she smiled, "I think we owe him that, don't you?"

"Honey, he's not a human being," Charlie shook his head.

"He's a lot more human than some human beings I know," Donna assured him.

"Well, we have to do different wild things and then we wind up with your Dandy-fucking act."

"And how much?"

"Two hundred a night!"

"You've gotta be kidding," she exclaimed, "Think of how much money we could make with a few nights work."

"Harry has got himself an answering service. He calls it the Home Massage Service, and when we talk to him he says, You will be going out on your massage assignment' here or there or wherever!"

"He's a sharp operator, isn't he?"

"I guess so. He said he sold the movie he made with you and Dandy, and that is how he got the money to go in his phony massage business."

"Sometimes I wonder," Donna smiled, "Are there any legitimate businesses?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, look at cigarettes-they can kill you, but it's a business. Then, there's the car business, and that makes the smog and smog is a killer. Take the candy business-giving people rotten teeth, and not nourishing or good for them, and all that crappy soda-pop. But, I might as well forget griping about them-I'm just an exhibitionist, putting on a sex show for money."

"Don't knock yourself. You're doing something good."

"Am I?"

"Baby, war is what's awful, not making love. We're not killing people. We're just trying to turn them on with a little excitement, that's all!"

"I guess you're right, when you look at it like that. And, Dandy-he is such a sweetheart!"

"I'm beginning to wonder if you don't think more of him than you do of me," Charlie pouted.

"For god's sakes don't get jealous of a damned dog," Donna snapped.

"What are you so uptight, about?"

"I'm hungry, that's what," she said fitfully. "We haven't had enough to eat for the last week."

"But we always have enough to feed Dandy, don't we dear? Now, don't tell me you fed him that ground round I was planning to eat tonight."

"You have eleven dollars left, don't you?"

"Not now. I blew it at the bar. I had to buy drinks for Harry, honey. After all, he's helping us out, and I don't want him to think-"

Finally, he calmed down.

"When can we start?"

"How the hell do I know?" he snapped.

"I'll pawn my watch," she said calmly. "It doesn't mean much to me anymore."

"But that's your diamond graduation watch you said your mother gave you-you can't pawn it."

"I must pawn it," she said quietly. "But tonight, I don't know what we're going to do."

"We can always eat each other," Charlie chuckled, "like a couple of cannibals. I'm horny! Would you like to sixty-nine with me?"

Suddenly, Donna remembered the dog had shot inside her, and she hadn't cleaned herself. She hesitated, "I'll take a shower first, honey. Then I'll be ready. I've got some soup I can heat up for you. How would that be?"

"Anything at this point," he said quietly. And so, she fixed some soup for him, and moments later took care of herself in the bathroom and showered. She felt better when she had an alternating hot and cold shower.

Then, she stepped out of the shower, and covered herself with a fresh smelling body splash. She felt great again, and proceeded to walk into the bed and lie down to await Charlie.

"Honey, I'll shower too," he smiled wanly at her. He went into the shower, and again he thought about what he'd done with their lives, ever since he drove away from college. It had been like a total nightmare, and where it would end-he didn't know. But, he did care, for he was begging to understand, and love Donna.

Donna lay there, and she smiled as he came back and lay down beside her.

"I need you," she whispered, as he lay beside her. Her tongue whipped out and she began sucking on his behind. He licked all around her anus, and soon was plunging his hot tongue inside her there.

In a moment, tongue-stab being matched with tongue stab, up this most intimate channel. And then they both switched over to each others genitals.

Grasping his penis in her hand, she licked on it like it was an ice cream cone. Charlie let his tongue slide up and down her gash, enjoying it more every moment.

They each wrapped their arms around the others thighs, and held on tight for dear life.

"Suck it," he begged, "Give me what I need, honey." She let him slide his tool down her throat, and accepted it. As it slid up and down, she got so she even enjoyed the smell of his body which was beginning to sweat. She liked seeing his curly, pubic hair, and the feel of the throbbing, swollen male member as it stabbed in and out. Then, she could feel him licking the juicy walls of her vagina, and it excited her no end to feel the hot, stabbing tongue go to town on her.

"Ohhh, baby, eat me, eat me," she moaned, and then he got uptight.

"Get your sucking mouth back on my prick, baby-I'm almost there."

Grasping his mainstem, she returned to sucking on his juicy joystick, and she lavished her hot tongue on its meaty end, thrilling to the size of it.

Dandy was watching attentively in the corner, and not complaining. His mistress had just given him his, and he was completely satisfied, so why should he get upset.

Now, the penis was plunging so far down her throat, she knew she'd never get a taste of his juicy prick in her mouth. If he planned to feed her protein prick-juice, she reasoned, she'd better let it slip out so it was in her mouth when he would shoot it off.

Easing her way back, so she could focus on sucking on his meaty head, she felt him suddenly gushing. This triggered her own response, and she gushed too.

The two of them were devouring each other, and Dandy was licking his chops, as he imagined how much fun it would be. Finally, she eased herself off his flagpole, and lay between his thighs, her head resting on one thigh. He smiled up at her.

"The view from here is just great," he told her.

"I like the view from here too, honeyyou've got a nice, smooth, blonde butt-easy to love."

"What about my prick?"

"Easy sucking," she smiled. "You like my pussy?"

"Best cunt in town," he smiled, "When we finish the sex circuit, they'll be calling me Sir Superstud, and you Miss Supercunt-how do you like them apples?"

"As long as we can save up a little money so we can get out of this racket and find some other kind of work."

"I'm with you, honey," he smiled.

And so they lay like this, just admiring each other.

"Do you know this is how we made it the first time?" Charlie reminisced.

"I remember," she smiled. "I thought you were about the handsomest guy I'd ever seen, and I wanted to do everything possible with you."

"I felt the same way," he assured her, "I just flipped out when I saw you-I had to ball you."

"I guess sex can be like a compulsion," Donna thought out loud. "I mean it gets to the point where you've got to make it with someone and then it gets bad. You can't get that turned-on without trouble."

"I've controlled it since I've been with you," he said earnestly. "At first, I thought I had to make it with other women, but I don't think that way anymore."

"I'm glad you don't," she smiled.

"Dandy, come up here," Charlie grinned, "Come on, Dandy." Dandy didn't move.

"Why doesn't that dumb dog mind me?" he shouted angrily.

"He's not dumb," Donna defended the dog, "He's very wise. You're the one, honey, that's been dumb. Dandy is going to make it possible for us to eat, and you've insulted him, and got ten jealous, and now you can't order him about and expect him to instantly accept you again."

"You think that dog knows that much?"

"Dogs can sense many things human beings can't," she said softly. "I'll call him, and he'll come-you'll see."

Donna looked at Dandy and called him over to the bed in a dignified, quiet manner.

"Come over here," she said softly, and Dandy instantly did as he was told. Now, Donna had proven her point, and Charlie had no alternative, but to listen. And he decided, maybe she was right after all.

Stroking Dandy, he smiled, "You're a good fellow, Dandy!" Dandy bent over, and licked his hand, and Charlie smiled at Donna who was watching, and then they both burst out laughing.