Chapter 8

When Donna, Dandy and Charlie walked into their third story Greenwich Village apartment that night, they weren't talking. Charlie was disgusted-with himself, with her, and with the dog. Damnit, he thought, I'm competing with a dog's dick, and a producer's hot asshole. And, she'll go along with it because the money's good.

"Honey," he said, "I think we ought to get out of this racket. I'm sorry I ever suggested you get involved in it."

Donna went to the refrigerator, and got some seven-up, and then she brought out a beer for Charlie.

"Here, Charlie, have something to cool you off."

"Does it show? Can anybody tell I'm green with envy and that I want you all to myself."

"You wanted me to do it, and now you're telling me I'm no damned good because I did," she said sadly, "Well, you just can't have it two ways-I'm sorry."

"So am I," he said, "It's disgusting to think of people watching my girlfriend fucking a dog."

"Why?" Donna asked, now defending those who thought it was a perfectly acceptable form of entertainment because she was immersed in it herself, and her ego required justifying what she'd done, at any price.

"Because it's dirty and filthy to fuck a dog!"

Glancing at Dandy, she smiled, "Dandy, did you hear what he said?"

"He doesn't know what we're talking about."

"Maybe not," she smirked. "But you know you change your views as often as you change your shorts."

"Sure, I change my shorts everyday, cause their full of-"

"And so are you," Donna smiled.

"Don't you talk to me like that, you goddam dog fucker," he screamed at her. "That's what you are, a cheap, damned dog-fucker. You liked it today. How do I know you haven't been screwing with dogs all your life? You told me yourself, you had a dog named Pal when you were a little girl. I'll bet you seduced that dog-"

"You're out of your gourd," she said grimly, and then going over to her purse she brought back the money and threw it at him.

"Here's the money. Use it. I don't want it."

"You earned it," he smiled, "Sure, and you got a tip too. And don't tell me you didn't have sex with that good for nothing, double-cross ing, producer."

"Does that make me dirty? Too dirty for you to fuck anymore?"

"You bitch," he ranted, "You like to torture me, don't you? Well, I don't give a damn about you, so you can't reach me. No, you can't touch me at all-"

Donna felt a surge of sadness shoot through her body, as she realized that by doing what he told her to, he despised her. Her mother had been right all along, and her thinking she was too narrow-minded, was stupidity, and ignorance on her part. But, why did this learning about life have to be so painful? This she couldn't answer. She brushed a tear aside, and went into her bedroom, and lay down on the bed and wept.

She knew she mustn't disturb him with her heartbreak, for he was too calloused to care. Now, that he'd told her all about his family life, she realized that he was just running true to form, and it tortured her.

"I love you," he said, as he sat down beside her and stroked her hair. "Honest, I do."

"Would you just leave me alone?" she pleaded, "You told the truth. I accept it. I'm a dog fucker. And it's on film now for all the world to see."

"Oh, damnit," he gasped, getting up and walking back and forth in the confined quarters of the bedroom.

"I didn't mean it," he said softly. "I really didn't mean to call you names, honey."

He reached out and stroked her hand. And somehow, the touch of his hand made the torture she was experiencing seem less painful.

"Will you love me?" he asked her gently.

But, this time Donna didn't answer. His words were too cutting, too cruel for her to erase them from her troubled mind so swiftly. She wanted to in one way, but yet fought against his kindness overtures with another part of her personality. She knew that as long as she lived with Charlie there would be temper episodes like this. And she tried to decide if it was worth the agony, worth the awful all-gone feeling that would sweep through her when he lashed out. At moments like that, death seemed like a blissful destiny, and life, the most awful sentence she must go on serving.

"Baby, let me show you how much I love you with my mouth. If you'll just slip out of your clothes, there isn't a part of your body I won't lick on, suck, and love."

"Oh, Charlie," she wept, "You do love me. You do. You don't have any money you can give me, you don't have anything you can buy me or any places you can take me-but you will prove it with what you do have-your body."

"Yes, yes, baby," he sobbed hysterically, "forgive me, I've been drinking all day while I was watching you, and I guess I'm stoned out of my mind. I don't know what I'm saying when I'm loaded like this."

"I didn't know you were drinking-"

"Sure you didn't," he said dejectedly, "But I couldn't watch my girlfriend screwing that dog without drinking. It cut me up inside."

"Oh, Charlie, I love you-I know I do-but when you talk to me like that, I want to die. Do you understand?"

He nodded.

"I want to die too because I feel so guilty to think I'd ever talk to you that way."

"Yes, honey-my body is yours, the money is yours, my life is yours to do with as you please-what I feel for you no 'scrap-of-paper' could ever contain. People get married, and mouth a lot of cliches, but when I ran off from college with you, Charlie, I turned my back on everything-but our love."

"You're beautiful," he smiled, kissing her gently on the tip of her uptilted blonde nose, and looking deep into her gentle blue eyes.

He felt cooled by the blue of her eyes, and she wanted more than ever before to feel his hot tongue lashing all over her naked body, exploring the most intimate portions of her anatomy. She vowed she'd try to be a loyal, a loving girlfriend, with no demands that could confuse, frustrate, and enrage poor Charlie, who had his own despairs to conquer.

Rising off the bed, she walked across the room, and began undressing. Then, she flipped her breasts before him.

"You like these?" she smiled softly. The look in his eyes told her just how much he liked her bosoms.

"You've got a neat set of knockers," he smiled.

"Charlie, nobody, but you would compliment me like that?"

"Well, didn't I tell the truth?"

"Yes, luv, but only as you could tell it," she laughed lightly.

And then, she spread out for him, and he started licking her all over her face. It was a strange experience, unlike anything she'd imagined Charlie was capable of doing. His wet tongue swept down her body until he came to her breasts, and then he sucked on them passionately.

Continuing he let his mouth go down on her breasts as if to act like a suction cup, and then the tip of his tongue brushed back and forth, back and forth, and he became so excited he could hardly stand the thrill of it.

Reaching down he touched her furry mound. Then, he slipped a couple fingers in her slit, and played with her while he continued kissing, sucking, and nibbling on her breasts.

She knew she'd never felt anything like it before in her life, and she loved him for his passionate display. He moved with his mouth down to her legs, and then picked up her foot. His tongue trailed out to the edge of her toes, and then he sucked on each toe.

"That feels fantastic," she told him, "I-I like it!" He could tell she was turning on for her body wouldn't hold still, and then he took the other foot in his hand and sucked on her toes.

Sliding his tongue up one leg, he lifted the other, and reaching up he picked up a pillow, placing it under her hot buttocks, and then he whipped his tongue around her tight anus. This excited her, and she begged for more.

"Keep your tongue moving," she begged him, "Ohhh, ahhh, yes-yes, like that."

The hot tongue swept around her anus for a succulent second, and then, stiffening it, he thrust it up her tight channel, and drove it back and forth.

"Ohhh, ahhh, like that! You're tongue-fucking my asshole," she gasped, "Keep it up! I love it. No wonder you like it so much. When you put your heart and soul into this sucking it does feel fantastic."

"Sure it does, sweetheart," he smiled at her.

But, as he watched her golden, hairy triangle, he saw her begin to moisten and he became eager to taste her. His tongue slid smoothly out of her anus, and swept her sparkling golden pussy hair, encrusted with its juicy goodness.

As he licked away at her moist mound, his tongue suddenly dipped in, and darted out in a most pleasing and tantalizing manner.

She felt her vagina walls quiver as his tongue slid along her hot hole.

"Ohhh, ahhh," she groaned in delight as she felt him lashing away inside her as she'd never felt anybody before in her life.

Higher and higher his tongue slipped inside her, and then he dedicated its hot thrusts to her clitoris. She quivered, and shook as she felt him stab her with the tip of his stiffened tongue, and then she suddenly gushed.

"Ohhhh, baby, love me, love me," she cried as her passion peaked, and she climaxed.

Now, Charlie ate her lovingly, adoringly, savoring each drop of her hot, juicy pussy.

After it was over, she felt glorified, like a new person, and all the rage and anger that had been swirling around them suddenly had lifted.

"We're going to chart a new course in our lives," Charlie declared. "You're not going to have to fuck that damned dog Dandy again, honey."

But as he spoke, the sudden thought of never having Dandy's huge prong sliding up her hole made her sad. Yet, she dared not betray her feelings. That could prove very dangerous. So, she smiled, and whispered, "I love you, Charlie."

"Don't think I don't love you sweets," he smiled.

"How do I taste?" she asked casually. "Down here?" he smiled.

"Yes-"

"Sweet as honey-how do I taste?"

"Delicious," she laughed.

And then Dandy jumped on the bed. Dandy apparently had been watching and he wanted to get his licks in.

"Down, Dandy," Charlie said roughly, "She belongs to me--now beat it!"

Dandy was disappointed. He'd been watching and hoping that when Charlie finished licking her body, he could begin. Dandy was beginning to distrust the human species, and think they were too unpredictable. One moment, a woman would beg for him to be licking her, the next moment, he could be shoved away as if he didn't count.

He went over in the corner and sulked.

"I think he's hungry," Donna observed, "We really ought to feed the poor dog."

"If you want to, feed him," Charlie smiled, as he watched beautiful Donna rise, and walk out to the kitchen to find some dog food for Dandy. But, Donna had other ideas. Why not give him a consolation prize, like a little steak? She quietly opened the refrigerator door, and tossed him a steak. He caught it in his teeth, and soon was chewing it to bits.

Then, Charlie walked into the room.

"What in hell are you doing? You flipped out or something? Serving him steaks. You know meat is sky high, and you're serving the damned dog steaks."

"I'm sorry," Donna said evenly, "but I should think you could show a little consideration for his feelings. How do you think poor Dandy feels with you yelling at him like that?"

"I have no idea how he feels," Charlie snapped.

And then the dog began sulking in the corner.

"Dandy is a pedigree," she said proudly, "and you just don't treat pedigree animals like that. Dandy is almost human. That's more than I can say for you a lot of the time!"

"You trying to tell me something," he snapped.

"Take it any way you like," she countered, "but I've had my fill of taking slights, and cutting insults both for me and my dog."

"Maybe I should leave you two together now-is two company, and three a crowd?"

"After you said you were sorry, you talk to me like this? You're not one bit sorry. Not one goddam bit sorry. I hate you! I hate you!"

Donna went over to him and started pummeling him with her fists.

"I'll go, damnit if you want me to go so bad," he said tightly. She then stalked into the closet, and pulled out his clothes and threw them on the floor. He became outraged when he saw what she'd done.

"Pick them up, damnit," he snapped, "And right now!"

"Get out," she shrieked.

"I'm not going," he said snidely. "And you can't make me go."

by now, she was so weary, and heartsick, she ran to the bedroom, collapsing in a crying heap. The dog instinctively felt for her, and rushed to hop on the bed beside her. He licked her cheek lovingly.

"Well, you don't need me," he said evenly, "You've got Dandy. He can do it better than I can I guess."

She looked at Charlie through tear-stained eyes.

"Why are you so mixed-up? Why do you treat me so mean? You must be some kind of a sadist."

"I guess I am," Charlie said, bowing his head and looking down into the busy street with people hurrying-but Charlie couldn't help wondering why.