The Pet Shop (12 page)

‘He’s not scheduled with a keeper this weekend?’

God, sometimes he wished O’Kelly were a little less tenacious. ‘He’s already been. One of his regulars had a Thursday and Friday off. I don’t know how that slipped past us. He got back shortly after Stella arrived.’ Got back and came directly to the viewing room, a viewing he shouldn’t have known about, a viewing that, as a Pet he had no right to attend. He just showed up, all naked and exquisite and bristling, plopped down on the chair next to the Boss and watched Stella with the designated master. The Boss’s hand moved, almost of its own volition, to rest on the bulge growing in his lap.

‘You were with him when it happened?’

‘Yes.’ He wondered why he felt as though she were accusing him. He supposed it was his guilty conscience. ‘I was taking him out for some exercise.’

Another long pause. ‘There were no minders to do that?’

‘He was ... with me at the time.’ The Boss had never lied to O’Kelly, and he wasn’t going to start now.

‘I see.’

He wondered if she had to work hard to sound so neutral or if it just came naturally.

‘Well, under the circumstances, I guess it was a good thing you were in the mood for some cock, then wasn’t it?’

In spite of the verbal slap-down, there was some satisfaction in knowing that, yes, she did have to work hard to sound so neutral.

‘O’Kelly ...’ For some reason his voice felt tight in his throat. ‘It was Tino.’

The pause was so long that for a second he thought she had broke the connection, then he heard her sigh. ‘Yes. I know.’

S
TELLA SAW NEITHER
M
ASTER
nor Audrey the rest of the day. After her encounter with Tino she had been bathed and fed, which was good because she was ravenous. The rest of her time was taken up with basic instruction, mostly from the Pet manual, mostly stuff she already knew. She was taught by a fresh-faced, large-breasted handler called Jan, who was dressed in safari garb. She didn’t seem to know the manual any better than Stella did, but she was very enthusiastic. Stella seriously doubted anyone had committed quite as much time to poring over the manual as she had. The manual always made her feel closer to Tino.

Anyway it didn’t matter how knowledgeable Jan was. What mattered was that Stella had seen Tino, and she knew now that she would gladly fuck every Pet at the Pet Shop as well as the handlers and the master and anyone else she had to in order to see him again. She couldn’t think about their encounter without a tight little flutter erupting in her stomach caused by his delicious half smile before he was dragged away. That smile told her she would definitely be seeing him again. Tino was an opportunist, and he would find a way to get to her.

What made the flutter in her stomach turn into a full-fledged somersault that expanded to fill her whole chest was knowing that Tino
had
found her, that he had wanted her, risked pain and punishment to be with her. His possessive embrace before he was pulled off her was the best thing she had ever felt, ever. It reassured her that she wasn’t just obsessing over Tino, but there was a good chance that he just might feel the same way.

She was kept isolated through her evening meal, playing out scenarios in which Jan pretended to be her keeper for the weekend and Stella pretended to be the obedient Pet. The game continued through dinner, with the handler feeding her delicious tidbits of gourmet chicken that was definitely a far cry from kibbles. It was followed up by a sloppy, yummy pudding of tiramisu fed to her, like everything else, from the palm of the handler. It reminded her of how delicious and sloppy and sexy her meals with Tino had been. By the time they had finished, she was truly and properly horny.

After dinner she was taken out on her leash – no Foreplayer this time, just a collar. She was allowed contact with the other Pets in the garden. However, she was not allowed more than the standard getting-to-know-each-other rituals of the sniffing and licking of offered bottoms and genitals. Pet’s live through their noses, the handler hadn’t had to remind her as she sat back on her haunches with her legs splayed wide to allow a large Asian Pet to sniff her cunt before he offered her his bottom in turn. It didn’t surprise her that Tino wasn’t at the getting-acquainted soirée. He would be far too disruptive, she was certain. He would want to do a lot more to her plump little pussy than just sniff it. That thought went a long way to making the cunny she offered up for getting-acquainted sniffs slicker and more swollen. With the hot wet scent of her, she figured she would give more than a few of the males unintended hard-ons.

Some of the Pets were allowed to fuck. The handlers picked and chose who was allowed sex with whom. Stella was never quite able to figure out what the criteria were, but watching the rut did little to ease the gripping in her engorged cunt.

A dark-haired Pet who was heavily muscled and tattooed returned to Stella for another stiff and, when she leant back to allow it, his cock, which was already at full attention, surged. But before he could get more than a good sniff, Master took him by the collar and led him away. ‘Not yet, Attila, give our little Stella some time to get comfortable, then maybe later you can mount her sweet pussy.’ He caught Stella’s gaze and offered her a smile that seemed genuine, even slightly apologetic. ‘In the meantime, I see Cupcake has quite a swollen little pout. She’d be happy to service that hefty cock of yours, I’m sure.’ He led Attila, with his heavy bouncing cock, away toward a plump female rubbing herself lewdly against the seat of a garden bench.

In the evening, when she was allowed to write down her questions, as she had been promised, she asked about what had happened that morning. The handler offered her a hearty blush and a knowing smile. ‘Tino happened this morning, darling. That’s what happened.’ Her breathless giggle made her seem even younger than she was. ‘Tino’s not noted for being a well-behaved Pet, and he can be very disruptive. Mind you he rarely associates with the other Pets, so that made his licking out the pussy of a Pet-in-training even more disruptive. And from the way you came, I’d say every Pet in the garden this morning envied you. Tino took quite a risk, actually, and probably got soundly punished for it afterward. Especially since he was with the Boss at the time.’

Stella’s stomach did a flip-flop and she quickly scribbled on the paper,
Tino was with the Boss?

The handler nodded. ‘Strange that. The Boss usually chooses Tika or Daisy whenever he comes down on business. I didn’t even know he liked men. But then it was Tino, wasn’t it?’ Her giggle sounded positively girlish. ‘Can’t tell you a whole lot about the Boss, actually. I only ever met him in person when I interviewed to be a handler, and I was very nervous, as you can imagine.’ She affectionately stroked Stella’s thigh. ‘He seems to be in some sort of advisory position, but I’m relatively new here, and I’m told that what goes on above basic administration at the facility level is pretty hush-hush. No surprise there, I’d guess, since technically the Pet Shop doesn’t exist in the real world.’

Stella was suddenly glad to have been assigned the young handler. She had the distinct impression she would have gotten far less information out of Master or Audrey, and she was learning a helluva lot more than she bargained for.

She threw caution to the wind and wrote,
Do you know who Tino is in real life?

The handler shook her head, and her face became very serious. ‘No one knows who anyone is in real life. This is the Pet Shop. What’s inside stays inside, and even if Pets have connections in the outside world, what happens outside stays out. In fact, it’s forbidden to talk about the outside at the Pet Shop, even for those of us who aren’t Pets and are allowed to talk. Surely you understand the need for secrecy. Now,’ she glanced down at her watch. ‘It’s your bedtime, darling. You’ve had a rather unorthodox day, and tomorrow we’ll begin preparing you for your first outing with a keeper.’ She rubbed her hands together. ‘Such an exciting time for a new Pet.’

She took Stella back to her room, settled her into her bed, and kissed her goodnight. She offered a little pout. ‘I’m sorry, darling, but I’m only a junior handler. I’m not allowed to masturbate you. But open your legs for me and let me feel your little pussy, and if you need to be masturbated, I’ll send in Master or Audrey.’

But Stella curled herself on her side and feigned being tired. Oh, she was horny all right, but she didn’t need Master playing with her cunt right now. She needed to think, so for tonight, she’d just have to hold it.

When Jan left, she relaxed into her pallet and stared up at the ceiling. So the Boss had intimate connections with the Pet Shop. No wonder he could arrange so easily for her to have such a magnificent Pet as Tino. On the other hand it made no sense whatsoever that he would do so, not with Tino’s reputation. And not for the benefit of a glorified executive assistant, no matter how good she was at her job.

It was a pretty safe guess that he was involved in getting her into the Pet Shop then, and Anne surely must be too. But why? Why would they do that? Why would they have brought Tino to her in the first place? Surely they didn’t want to recruit her as a Pet. From what she had gathered, Pets didn’t have to be recruited, they paid handsomely for the privilege – something she would have never done even if she could have afforded to.

She was still struggling to make sense of it all when the door opened. She could see a silhouette darkened against the moonlit sky before the door closed, then there were footsteps across the complaining wood floor, and the Boss knelt beside her with a leash. He clipped it into the D-ring of her collar and held her gaze. Then he stood without saying a word and she stood next to him, her legs suddenly unsteady. Was she going to have sex with him? Not that he wasn’t an attractive man, but he was her boss and sex would just add another complication she didn’t need. He led her out into the night, back along a narrow pavement, down a steep set of stone stairs and through a heavy wooden door.

Before she had a chance to get frightened, the Boss flipped on a light switch and a cavernous room immerged out of the shadow into details she failed to notice. Her whole attention was drawn to the pallet on the floor in the corner where Tino lay naked, blinking hard at the bright invasion on light-deprived pupils. He yawned and stretched and wiped sleep from his eyes. When he saw her, he came to his feet expectantly. As always, it was impossible for her not to notice his lovely penis, already at half-mast and rising. He laid a hand against it, not like he was about to masturbate, more like he was taking the reins of a powerful beast.

The Boss laughed quietly. ‘I can almost hear your fear and anger, Stella, and I assure you there’s no need for either. This is where Tino sleeps whenever he’s at the Pet Shop. Not sure why he prefers the dungeon to far more luxurious places a Pet of his status could sleep. Perhaps because he spends so much time down here anyway being punished for bad behaviour, and I assure you, he gets far less than he deserves. He unhooked the leash from her collar and nodded toward the big Pet. ‘Go on. If the two of you were magnets it would be easier to keep him from you.’

It was all she could do to keep from crying out his name as he scooped her into his arms. Any further slippage of speech was stopped by Tino’s insistent mouth startling in its familiarity. Her throat tightened and her eyes welled as he took her face between large hands and kissed her repeatedly, ravenously, as though he would never stop. But when he did, it was because they had both become aware that the Boss was still standing there, arms folded across his chest, watching.

When they stood staring at him expectantly, he grabbed a single metal folding chair from near the door and sat down deliberately. ‘Oh, I’m not leaving, if that’s what you’re waiting for. I did scheme to get the two of you together, that’s true.’ He waved a hand. ‘And I expect you to do whatever nasty things your libidos drive you to, but I expect you to do them while I watch.’

He turned his gaze on Stella, whose insides suddenly twisted in a writhe of nerves. ‘My dear Stella, as a Pet, you’ll often be called upon by your keepers to perform sexually for them while they watch and have a wank.’ He scooted the chair closer to the pallet with a loud scrape of metal on the stone floor. ‘Sometimes they only do that until they get up the courage to join in the fun. Other times they really are voyeurs and get off on the watching more than the doing.

‘Me, I don’t need courage to join in the fun, which I may well do if I choose. But after the little incident between you two this morning, I haven’t had a minute’s peace imagining the fireworks that must happen when the two of you actually are allowed to fuck.’ He sighed happily and settled back into the chair as though it were a comfy recliner. ‘All I need now is some popcorn. Consider this a part of your training, Stella, and who better to help you with your homework than someone who’s an old hand at it.’ He nodded to Tino.

She expected at least an awkward moment or two while they adjusted to the idea of fucking with an audience, but Tino simply ignored the Boss’s presence. He lifted her as though she were weightless and carried her back to his pallet.

For her, the world had changed drastically since the last time she was with Tino. Now she was a Pet, not a keeper, a Pet in the presence of her alpha, and she acted accordingly. She presented her bottom, raised high, so he could get acquainted with Stella the Pet. She remembered with a half smile how he had sniffed her through her clothes, then incorporated his tongue in their first getting-acquainted session, how he’d had her on the brink of a blistering orgasm by the time Anne had interrupted them. It seemed like ages ago now.

When he had sniffed and licked and taken in her scent, he pulled back and presented himself, first his bottom. She traced a gentle finger over the crisscross of the two welts from his lashing this morning and heard him suck breath between his teeth as she laid a trail of kisses over his wounds. Then she turned her attention to his lovely little back-hole, which clenched and relaxed. He offered a low belly grunt as she pressed her tongue to it, raked her teeth over it, then lapped at it. She felt his buttocks tremble against her spread palms as he pressed back against her, quivering with control. Then he sat back on his haunches, legs open wide, heavy penis and tight balls displayed licentiously for her attention. The summer desert scent of him raised pungent heat to the back of her throat as she tongued and sniffed beneath his penis and nipped and suckled over the bulge of his balls, with him working hard not to hump her face, but rather to allow her to explore, to examine, to reacquaint herself with his body from a Pet’s point of view.

She could smell herself as she shifted on the pallet, she could feel the fluid grip and tremble of her cunt, pouting open to invite, then clenching tight in muscle memory of gripping and yielding and gripping again on a thick penetrating cock. And this cock – Tino’s cock – was exactly the cock she wanted, the cock her muscles remembered and ached for.

With a half-snarl and a grunt, Tino shifted enough to bite her raised hip, hard enough to cause a sharp intake of Tino-scented breath, hard enough to make her whimper and raise her arse higher, like a flag of surrender. And Tino was more than ready to accept that surrender. He’d had enough getting to know each other. On hands and knees he moved behind her. She opened her legs and wriggled her bottom in anticipation, then she pressed her arms and shoulders down onto the pallet to force her arse even higher. In doing so, she caught a peripheral glimpse of the Boss, who had at some point shoved down his trousers and extricated his own erection. As he stroked and cupped himself, the chair creaked softly beneath the grip and grind of his bare arse.