The Pet Shop (20 page)

‘Vincent’s the voyeur and Tino’s the exhibitionist?’

‘Something like that. Tino always wants to be in the thick of it, but I’ve always experienced the world through binoculars. It’s safer that way.’

‘Is that why you keep them separate, Vincent and Tino? Because it’s safer?’

‘Not sure I could cope with both of them at once.’

‘So you opt for safe.’ She scooted close to him and began to wash his cock. ‘Except with me.’

He released a sigh of pleasure at her touch. ‘You’re definitely not what I’d call safe.’

She soaped the length of him, struck again by the fact that he never seemed all that far away from a hard-on. ‘Is that why you left me?’ She sounded matter-of-fact enough, but she felt her chin quiver slightly at the thought of waking up to find him gone. Her stomach clenched.

For a long time he didn’t speak, only watched her ministrations to his cock. At last he sighed and forced the words past the straight line of his lips. ‘You called out in the night while you were asleep.’ He avoided her gaze. ‘You called out and it was just so overwhelming.’

She gave him a rough stroke with the washcloth. ‘For fuck sake, Vincent, I was asleep! If I called out for Tino, it meant nothing. Besides, Tino is really–’

He laid a wet finger across her lips to silence her. ‘You didn’t call out for Tino, Stel.’

‘I didn’t?’

He shook his head, moving his hand to smooth a stray strand of hair behind her ear. ‘You called out for me. You called out for Vincent.’ Before she could regain enough balance to reply, he continued rapidly. ‘If you had called out for Tino, that would have been OK. I could have handled that. I would have understood that. Why wouldn’t you call out for Tino? Everyone calls out for Tino. But you called out for me. No one’s ever called out for me and that was ...’

‘You were scared.’

He nodded. ‘Terrified.’

Suddenly her throat felt tight and she found herself way too close to tears for comfort. ‘What the hell did you think I was going to do, tie you up in the basement and keep you as my love slave?’

He raised a damp eyebrow. ‘I hadn’t thought about that. That wouldn’t have been so bad.’

She covered her mouth and fought back a sob of a laugh. ‘You’re an idiot, Vincent Evanston, a total idiot. I don’t even have a basement.’

W
HEN STELLA WOKE UP
she was once again alone in the bed, but the delicious smell coming from the kitchen reassured her that she wasn’t alone in the house. She shoved her way into her robe and shuffled down the hall to find Vincent standing bare chested over the cooker scrambling eggs. He smiled up at her. ‘I was going to bring you breakfast in bed, but since you’re up, maybe we could just have it on the kitchen floor.’ When she came to his side, he pulled her into a grope of an embrace and kissed her, running his hand underneath the robe to caress her bottom. ‘Little back-hole not too sore, I hope.’

She wriggled against his hand. ‘Every time I sit down today, I’ll have a tender spot for you. Why are you up so early?’ she asked, pulling some plates from the cupboard. The clock on the wall read 6.40 a.m.

‘I have a meeting today, and I’ve got to get back to the hotel and get changed so I don’t look like I’ve been having wild messy sex all night.’ He gave her a hungry look. ‘Wouldn’t want to make anyone jealous, would I?’ He turned his attention back to the eggs. ‘Anyway, I figured you’d be up for an early start at Strigida. Can’t imagine you not being the first one into the office.’

‘Usually I am.’ She shoved bread into the toaster. ‘But I had a little meeting at the Pet Shop with the Boss and Anne O’Kelly last night after Tino left.’

‘Oh?’ Suddenly she had his full attention.

‘You didn’t miss out on any hot group sex if that’s what you’re worried about.’

He offered a half smile. ‘I was hardly lacking in the hot sex department, if you recall. So what was this meeting about, or is it none of my business?’

She buttered the toast. ‘Believe it or not, they want me to take over the running of the Pet Shop. I’m meeting them back over there later today so they can show me around properly, from a perspective other than that of a Pet, I mean.’ She nodded to the plates on the counter next to him. ‘Unless you like your eggs burnt, I think those are done.’

He tipped the eggs into the plates and the two sat down at the table. She was half finished with hers before she noticed he wasn’t eating.

‘What is it? What’s the matter?’

‘Do you want to run the Pet Shop? I mean, I got the impression that you really loved your work at Strigida.’

She spoke around a mouthful of toast. ‘To be honest, since I got home last night, I’ve had other things on my mind.’ She threw a wicked glance at his lap. ‘But it’s a fabulous opportunity really. Great pay, great benefits. I could have Tino whenever I wanted him.’

He didn’t smile. ‘You can already have Tino whenever you want him.’

Her heart did a little skitter against her ribs at his words, but she stayed on topic. ‘Don’t you think it’s a great opportunity?’

He laid the fork down on his plate and took her hand. ‘It’s a great opportunity if it’s what you want to do, but I’d imagine it would be a very demanding job.’

‘I’m not afraid of demanding jobs.’ She curled her fingers around his. ‘I wasn’t planning on making the decision today anyway, Vincent. I mean it’s such a huge change for me. Surely you know I’d not make a decision like that without considering it very carefully.’

‘Good. That’s all I ask.’ He shovelled an enormous forkful of egg into his mouth and chewed with gusto, suddenly very much reminding her of Tino.

His BlackBerry rang just as they were finishing the meal. He apologised and excused himself. She caught a mention of reclaiming habitat and something about a salt marsh before he disappeared into the back of the flat.

She cleared the table and was standing at the sink washing up when he came back into the room. ‘Everything all right?’ she said without looking up.

‘Never better.’ He moved behind her and ran a warm hand inside her robe, forcing it open, causing her to jump and give them both a good dousing as she dropped a heavy plate into the suds. ‘Do your nipples always get this hard when you do the dishes?’ he asked, nibbling on her nape as he stroked and cupped her breasts until she could feel her pussy quiver.

She caught her breath and smiled. ‘Only when someone gropes my tits and presses a very large hard-on against my crack.’

‘I’m going to be away from you for hours. You don’t want to send me off with a full load in my balls, do you?’

‘Then you’re coming back?’ The butterflies in her stomach danced double-time.

‘For tonight, yes. If you’ll have me. Then I’ll have to go back home in the morning.’ He slid his hand up under her robe to fondle her arse cheeks.

‘I suppose I could stand another night with you, though I may not be able to walk in the morning.’

‘There are lots of things we can do that won’t involve your little wounded asshole, Stel.’ He ran a finger teasingly along her cleft. ‘Of course if you really want me to fuck you back there again,’ he nibbled her earlobe, ‘then I guess you’ll just have to suffer the consequences.’ Instinctively she opened her legs and thrust her hips back to offer him easy access to her cunt, already wet and gaping for him.

He slid his fingers between her labia in a probing caress. ‘Is there any place that feels as good as your slippery pussy? You’re so creamy and swollen that I’d almost think you sat there through breakfast rubbing your slick pussy all over that chair. Are you a stealth masturbator, Stel? I bet you are. I bet you can come any time you want to and nobody’s ever the wiser unless they slip their hands down into your little lace panties and feel how wet you are.’

She wriggled back onto his fingers, thinking about masturbating at the office after her first time with Tino. ‘You can go check the chair if you want, see if it’s wet, see if it smells like my cunt.’

‘Mmm. I suppose I could, but I think I’d rather just stay right here with your sexy bottom all bared and hot and open to show off how swollen you are, how ready you are for my cock.’ He slicked her stiffening clit with her abundant juices and stroked it to a hard little nib with his thumb.

She heard him unzip his fly and wriggle his jeans down over his hips. ‘Afraid I wouldn’t be much good in my meetings carrying around such a heavy load for you.’ He slid his cock between her legs and stroked her with it, slapped her pout with it, made her squirm all over for want of it. Then he shoved into her with a grunt, forcing her forward over the sink, her robe open enough for her bare breasts to graze the white peaks of dish soap, their dance and sway making little wavelets in the water as he began to thrust.

‘I need to come, Stel, and I can feel how much you need to.’ His fingers strummed her clit and she bucked and wriggled back against him with the intense shockwaves of pleasure spreading outward from her cunt until her legs trembled with the weight of her arousal.

It didn’t take long. It didn’t need to. After all, they were just re-establishing territory and strengthening bonds. Animals did it all the time.

‘So you’ve done it then, you’ve offered her the position?’ Vincent walked next to Alan in pristine khakis and a long-sleeve cotton shirt. It was the first time in a very long time Alan had seen him in clothes. On the one hand it seemed strange, and yet it brought back memories of tromping through the woods together when they were little more than boys, memories of watching pileated woodpecker nests for hours, memories of watching a northern harrier quarter the fields, memories of keeping detailed accounts of the insects they found every morning under the cook’s potted pepper plants. Memories that no one could have ever imagined would lead the two of them to where they were now, to having shared each other’s bodies nearly as casually as they’d shared each other’s soft drinks or sandwiches back when they were young.

Alan forced himself back to the present. ‘Anne and I made the offer last night. We felt it was time. Of course we don’t expect an answer right away. It’s not a decision to be taken lightly and, as I’m sure you well know, Stella never makes a decision lightly.’

Vincent’s lips curled in a private smile, one Alan was certain wasn’t intended for him. ‘You were with her last night, weren’t you? Not Tino, but Vincent.’

The smile spread from his lips and lit his eyes and changed the countenance of his whole face. Suddenly it was less severe, more relaxed. But it still had nothing to do with Alan. ‘How could I be in London and not want to be with her?’

They were walking along a path that offered lovely strolls through a woodland of predominantly beech that surrounded the Pet Shop. It offered privacy for the Pet Shop as well as privacy for Pets who wanted to have a little space away from the group activities. Alan brought Vincent here partly because he knew no one would appreciate it more, but mostly because he wanted to keep their meeting a secret.

It was a lovely day and any other time, Vincent being who he was, would be lost in deep appreciation for the chorus of birdsong and the variegated blanket of woodland flowers. Alan knew only too well that his distraction wasn’t a good sign. He figured he might as well press the issue and end the suspense. He forced a chuckle. ‘Anne’s worried that you’ll tell Stella about your relationship to the Pet Shop.’ It was a lie, but he couldn’t very well say what Anne really feared, what he feared.

‘Why would I do that?’

‘Oh, I’m sure you wouldn’t,’ Alan waved away a couple of gnats. ‘But you’ve got to understand, Anne’s dreamt about opening the North American Pet Shop for a long time. She just doesn’t want anything to go wrong. And frankly, you showing up unexpectedly here of all places makes me a bit nervous too, Vincent.’ There it was, honesty at last, and suddenly Alan felt like the friend he used to be.

Vincent turned to face him and offered that half-smile that always put people at ease. Well most of the time anyway. He rested a large hand against an ancient beech tree, and in spite of everything, Alan’s cock squirmed in his trousers with other memories more recent, more complicated than watching hawks quarter the fields, but any thought of arousal fled when Vincent spoke.

‘Alan, I know I promised Anne the North American Pet Shop, and that’s a promise I have no intention of breaking, but I don’t want Stella running the Pet Shop here. You’ll have to find someone else.’

It was only after Vincent left that Stella checked her email. Sure enough the password she had been promised was there. As difficult as it was, she forced herself to concentrate on something other than Vincent, something other than his scent still all over her body, something other than the fact she would sleep in his arms again tonight. On a lark, she went into Tino’s profile. His diary was full, like always, and yet Vincent had said she could have Tino whenever she wanted him. With Vincent here, she felt smugly possessive of both her boys.

Viewing the website served only to make her restless, and she found herself wondering how much she could really learn from just looking at a computer monitor. And yes, she knew she would be shown around by Anne and the Boss this evening, but would they really tell her what she wanted to know when they had their own agenda? She didn’t even know what she wanted to know, but she was very aware that because they had plans for her, when the Boss and Anne had arranged for her to be a Pet, they had purposefully isolated her from other Pets and kept her experiences of the Pet life limited.

One of the helpful bits of information she found on the website was a selection of phone numbers. The numbers were only prefaced by initials, so Stella had no real way of knowing who she was getting. She took a chance and picked one.

‘This is Jan,’ came the voice at the other end of the phone and Stella recognised immediately the young handler who had been responsible for her after the debacle with Audrey and Master.

‘Hi, Jan, this is Stella, Stella James. I have a favour to ask you.’

I
T WASN’T THE SURLY
handler who came to collect Stella, but Jan herself, in a small white van barely big enough to be considered a van at all. She had stripped her and tucked her into a Pet carrier exactly as though she were going to be with a keeper.

One of the important pieces of information gleaned from her more complete access to the website was a list of rules that didn’t apply to the Pet/keeper relationship, but rather to the Pet/Pet Shop relationship. And one of those rules stated that all Pets had access to the Pet Shop at any time. Even non-paying Pets, Pets who mainly serviced keepers, had open access when they had free time. For obvious reasons, none of them knew the actual location of the Pet Shop, however, so transport was always provided.

When they arrived at the Pet Shop, Jan helped her out of the carrier and attached the leash to her collar. She patted the small pad and pen that protruded from the pocket of her khaki blazer. ‘I’ll carry these, and whenever you have a question just touch my arm and I’ll give them to you.’ She gently tugged the lead. ‘Come on now, bath time is just about over and since it’s a nice day, most of the Pets will be congregating in the garden.’ She offered a girlish giggle. ‘This kind of weather makes them all horny, so I imagine there’ll be lots of mounting going on, and no doubt, the sight of you will raise a few cocks.’

As they walked into the courtyard, a few Pets were beginning to exit the bathhouse with a mix of handlers. ‘Audrey and Master know you’re coming early to hang out, and they’ve said I may allow you to have sex with any of the Pets, if you wish. Handlers, you may also have sex with if they agree. Can’t imagine any of them refusing you.’ She blushed her lovely little blush. ‘I’d offer myself, but I’m not allowed to have sex with any of the Pets for another month yet. I do apologise.’

The woman was such a delight. Stella could imagine it would be lovely to fondle those heavy breasts and explore what was hidden beneath well-pressed khaki. Her own innocence often startled her in comparison to Vincent’s experience. She’d never been with a woman. She hadn’t been with that many men. There had never been time. No doubt she would take a female Pet at some point if she took the position being offered. She didn’t know if Anne had, but she felt like it was probably an experience she would need.

They rounded the corner, which led past a small grotto surrounded by hebes and heavily-laden montanas which vined and clung to several weeping birch that provided extra privacy. There on a bench sat Audrey, khaki shorts down around her ankles, legs open wide. A lovely olive-skinned male with a heavily riveted collar squatted in front of her, his face buried in her cunt. She looked up and offered a wicked smile. ‘You’re here, Stella, darling, just in time to help us out. Vigo has a lovely tongue, and I can’t wait to ride his horny cock, but he can’t lick my pussy and play with my titties at the same time. Her gaze raked up and down Stella’s body and caused a tetchy tremor below her belly. Come help me out, sweetheart.’

Stella shot Jan a quick look. The handler responded with a shrug. And Stella suddenly realised because she was here without the knowledge of the Boss or Anne, the kid gloves were off. There was no one to insulate her. The tremor in her belly grew exponentially with the addition of nervous tension, as she stepped forward.

‘Behind me, darling,’ Audrey breathed. ‘Stand behind me. I love it when someone fondles my tits from behind.’

As she moved to obey, she noticed the gaze of the big Pet between Audrey’s legs followed her. Audrey swiftly dispatched with her buttons and opened the lacy pink front-loader to give Stella access.

As she moved her fingers down over Audrey’s shoulders and under the cups, down around the outer edges of the handler’s small, firm breasts, Audrey sucked in a harsh breath. ‘Goodness, Stella, your little hands are cold. Are you nervous? Don’t be sweetheart, you’re a Pet. You’re here to have a good time.’

That wasn’t exactly true, but then if Stella really wanted the Pet experience without being hedged in safety, this was her chance. She took a deep breath and slipped her hands under to cup Audrey’s breasts along each side. Then she scooped them into her hands so that the easy weight of them rested in the curve of her palms and her thumbs and forefingers were free to stroke and pinch the jut and press of Audrey’s nipples.

As she did so, Audrey gulped a little sigh of a breath, ‘Oh, that’s nice, darling, you know how to play with a girl’s tits, don’t you? I bet you play with your own lovely boobies all the time. I would if they were mine.’ She arched up and ran a hand along Stella’s bare breast and Stella gasped. ‘Oh goodness, hon, you are high strung today, aren’t you? Do you need to come, darling? Of course you do. Jan, play with her pussy, would you?’

‘But, Audrey, I’m not–’

‘Oh for heaven’s sake, Jan, I know you’re not allowed. It’s a stupid rule, and we’re going to ignore it. Besides, I’m guessing your pussy is just as slippery as Stella’s is. Admit it, you’re dying to know what she feels like, what she tastes like. And besides, I’m sure our Stella needs the relief.’

The junior handler released an uneasy sigh and moved close to Stella. Her hand rested briefly on the small of Stella’s back. Stella pressed back against her touch, shifting her hips, opening her stance until she was sure the woman could make out the heavy folds of her cunt. The little hitch in the handler’s breath told her she was right.

‘She has a lovely pussy, doesn’t she, Jan? Come on, bring her around here in front now so I can see too, that’s it, right here in front of me. I have a feeling watching the two of you will do me a lot more good than having my titties played with. Right there, sit down.’ She motioned to a grassy spot right in front of the bench and slightly to one side where her view wasn’t obscured by the Pet licking her pussy. ‘Now, Jan, undo your top. I’m sure Stella must want to see that lovely rack of yours as much as I do.’

Stella could see the younger woman’s hands trembling as she shoved out of the blazer and opened her blouse.

‘Good girl, Jan,’ Audrey’s voice was laboured with arousal; her fingers were curled tight in the thick dark hair of the Pet between her legs. ‘Now let Stella take care of the rest like a good little Pet.’

With nerves of her own, Stella nuzzled and shoved her way into the heavy lace bra, which supported large weighty tits that bounced and swayed with the ease characteristic only of silicone-free breasts. With anxious hands, the young handler reached behind to unhook and release herself fully into Stella’s nuzzling.

Stella could tell by the shifting of her hips that Jan needed her own pussy fondled. Instinctively she began to nuzzle and nip her way down the tensing muscles of Jan’s tight abs toward the delicious female scent emanating from between the woman’s thighs. Jan quickly got the message and fumbled to undo her shorts. She’d barely got them over her hips before Stella continued to shove and press her way down, feeling almost as though she had been infused with a little of Tino’s hungry spirit. She suddenly wanted nothing so badly as to taste the handler’s femaleness and compare it to her own. It was high time she found out what another woman felt like.

Audrey injected a breathy giggle. ‘Oh my, our little Pet isn’t as timid as we thought, is she? She’s hungry for your pussy, Jan, do let her have it. You know how curious Pets are. Besides you’ll feel better once she’s given you a good licking and made you come.’

Stella pushed and shoved and tugged with her teeth until she had created a path straight to Jan’s lovely smooth pussy. Her lips were heavy and deep blood-engorged red, glistening with the patina of her growing need. Stella extended her tongue for what had been meant to be a tentative taste. But as Jan wriggled her bottom and spread herself a little wider, Stella got a view of the tantalising opening between those splayed lips and the tentative taste became a pearl dive straight to the centre. The handler practically bounced off the ground as Stella ploughed a deep, delicious gouge with her tongue, all the way up to the distended press of her clit. She gave it a hearty suck, and the woman erupted into an orgasm that shook her all over, made her heavy breasts quiver and dance.

‘Oh goodness, Stella,’ Audrey sighed. ‘I think your mouth is going to be very popular around here.’ Vigo pulled away enough for her to scoot off the bench to join the pussy party in the grass. There she stretched on her back and motioned for Vigo, who wriggled his way between her legs and pushed into her with a guttural grunt. ‘Ah, that’s a good boy, Vigo.’ She snapped her fingers. ‘Come here, Stella, that’s a girl, come squat over my face now and let me take care of your hot little fanny. You must be about to explode.’

Stella obeyed, positioning herself so that her whole gash settled against the long, deep lavings of Audrey’s very skilled tongue, hoping she wouldn’t drown the woman in her flood of heat.

And as if by intuition, the rest sorted itself out. Vigo manoeuvred until he was on his knees and Audrey’s legs were around his waist to keep the connection. Jan, who seemed to be a quick learner, lost her clothes and eased herself in between the big Pet and Stella allowing Stella to pay homage to her exquisitely soft breasts while Vigo tongued her cunt in the build-up for round two.

The group orgasm that followed not far behind toppled them all in a pile of Pets and handlers kissing and groping and caressing as they caught their breath. As Stella settled against the soft pillowing of Jan’s breasts, still stroking a mesmerising nipple, she reckoned she could understand Tino’s attraction to the place.