“One, no more dog-sex in public.”
“But…”
“Two, tell your clients they have to pay for formal dog training here at my shop, because you’re getting too many clients to manage. They can like it or lump it. Oh, and you can keep all the money, just do it on your own time.
“But…”
“Three, use the building you rent for your ‘special services,’ from now on. There’s no telling what might happen to you out in public Why, you could get raped, or blackmailed or…”
“But…”
“Four, you can use my old van to haul your dogs. You’ll have to get your own insurance, of course. I had it outfitted as a portable grooming station, but that idea never took off. You can try to make a go of it, if you want. I’ll even sell it to you if you decide you like. It runs good, it just needs a little of cleaning and maybe a tune up. What do you think?”
“Oh, Mrs. Hill!” Claire said. “I love you!” Claire ran over and hugged her benefactor.
Mrs. Hill hugged the young girl awkwardly, and immediately recognized the odd smell she had noticed earlier.
“We can go take a look at the van after you freshen up a little, OK?”
———–
Saturday was bright and beautiful. It was mid-day, and Mrs. Hill was at her desk finishing some paperwork when Claire walked in.
“I finished with the kennels, Mrs. Hill. If it’s OK, I’m going to pick up my dogs and bring them back for their weekly leash training, and stuff.”
“OK, Claire. I’ll be leaving soon myself.”
“Oh, and remember you said it would be OK if I showed my friends around today?”
“Of course I remember. That’s the reason I’m leaving early. You guys have fun doing ‘stuff,’ and take good care of my dogs.”
“Oh, we will!” Claire said, before thanking Mrs. Hill once again.
Claire quickly made her way out the door and walked to the large van, admiring the newly washed vehicle. The tattered logos on the sides of the van would have to be replaced, Claire decided. “Mrs. Hill’s Mobile Pet Grooming” was a bit dowdy. She would have to think of something much better. Something trendy and hip.
After picking up her four-legged clients, she took them back to her building and began leash training them – using a pair of her old, damp, smelly panties as motivation. When they all had a turn, she put the dogs in some of the many cages she had in her building. Knowing she still had some time to wait, she decided to check on one of her pet projects.
“Hello, King, you naughty boy, you.” Claire said loudly, trying to be heard over all the other dogs barking as they competed for her attention. Claire she walked up to King’s cage and let him sniff her pussy-scented fingers through the fence. “You like that, don’t ya, boy?” Claire said. She opened the gate and stepped inside.
“Sit!” Claire demanded. King immediately sat on his haunches.
“Good boy!” Claire praised, and give him a dog-treat. “It’s nice to see you haven’t forgotten how to behave.”
Claire had been working with King for a couple of weeks now. He was one of Mrs. Hill’s breeding stock, but he had been showing signs of aggression. Claire had taken it upon herself to tame him, using all of her special techniques. It had been very hard at first, but he was finally coming around.
Claire had King perform some basic tricks for her, praising him and giving him a treat, or letting him sniff her sex when he obeyed, and correcting him when he disobeyed. She glanced down at his penis and as expected, he was becoming aroused.
“You’ve been a good boy, King. You know good boys get Bitch-Treats, don’t you?”
“Ruff!” King replied. “Ruff, ruff!” His tongue lolled out happily and he licked Claire’s hands and fingers.
“How ‘bout a Bitch-Hand-Job, King?” Claire asked, as she plopped down upon the cold floor. King became very excited and danced around her, sniffing and licking her face. He knew good things happen when this nice smelling girl sits next to him.
Claire giggled and wrestled with him a moment before reaching for his pink, pointed, cock. She rubbed his hairy sheath, feeling his shaft grow thicker. King stood still, allowing the girl to stroke him. Claire spoke softly to him as she held his sex in her hands.
“Are you a horny boy, King? Do you need Claire to help you empty those big ‘ol balls?” She continued to stroke him until he was fully hard.
King’s cock was very thick and not overly long. ‘Perfect for a good fucking,’ Claire thought, as she felt the first splashes of pre-cum land on her bare knees. She admired his cock for a moment. It was growing darker, changing from a pretty pink to an angry red and purple color. His dark veins were prominent and his pointed cock-head was flared and thick before his shaft thinned and then grew bulbous and fat in the middle, all the way down his cock until it thinned once again just before his ever growing knot. King’s ball were dark, hairy and heavy.
Claire couldn’t resist and leaned in to take his cock into her mouth. “Bitch-Blow-Job” she muttered, “Mmmm, mmmm,” she moaned. “You have a tasty cock, King.”
Claire decided to get him off using her mouth. She bobbed her head and stroked him gently, swallowing all the juices he was spraying into the back of her mouth.
Just then, over the whining of the other jealous dogs, Claire heard a horn honking. “Oh, fuck! I forgot about Brenda and Stephanie!” She stood up, wiped her mouth and smoothed her dress. “I’m sorry, King!” she said. It hurt her to leave the poor animal like this. “I’ll come back as soon as I can, OK boy?”
It was not OK with King. He was confused and stared at her shapely ass as she locked the gate behind her.
———–
“Hi Claire!” Brenda said excitedly, jumping out of her car. “You remember my friend Stephanie, right?”
“Of course! Hey Stephanie!” Claire gave Stephanie a hug.
“Brenda told me all about your dog, Duke.” Stephanie said. “I hope I get to meet him sometime.”
“Of course you will!” Claire said.
Claire turned to hug Brenda and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, but Brenda held her tight and gave Claire an open mouthed kiss. The two kissed for a long moment. They separated with a slurp.
“Hey! You have doggy-dick breath!” Brenda exclaimed. “You started without us! No fair!”
“She works in a kennel, for heaven’s sake, Brenda,” Stephanie laughed. “You’d be sucking and fucking dogs all day long, if you worked here. You are such a slut.”
“Yep, you’re right!” Brenda said. “On both counts.”
Brenda turned to Claire. “So, you going to show us around, or what?”
“Follow me,” Claire said. She led her friends to the front door and unlocked it. The girls stepped inside.
“Here’s my grooming station,” Claire said. She showed them the sink, table and the cages, where the dogs waited for their owners to pick them up. “Down the hall are some offices and storage areas. Oh, and Mrs. Hill has a whole bunch of books on dogs, and their care and breeding them and stuff, come on and I’ll–
“Hey, I don’t want to be rude,” Brenda said.
“Yes you do,” quipped Stephanie.
“But, we really came to see the dogs,” Brenda said. “I told my mom I might pick one out today.”
Claire laughed. “Of course! I should have known you were here to see the dogs! How silly of me!” She turned and said, “Follow me, bitches!”