"Young lady… young lady! It's thirty-nine, not fifty-nine, it's marked down! Don't you know the prices? If not, then get me a checker who does!" Peggy Davis shook the dazedness from her eyes and drifted back to the reality of her position behind register number four at the Super-Save Market.
"Oh… I'm so sorry, Ma'am!" she blurted when she had realized her error. Misreading numbers was something she just never did! Maybe back when she had first started, but not now! "I really apologize, Ma'am! That just never happens!"
The elderly woman gave her a look that would have curdled milk and snorted through her upturned lip. "Hmf! I'll bet it never happens. See here, I've been shopping here for years, but if this is the sort of thing that is going on, I'll take my business elsewhere!" Her voice was becoming increasingly shrill with every word and Peggy could see the floor manager, Mr. Hardison, coming from his glassed-in cubbyhole overlooking the rows of checkers. "Why, a twenty cent error is just not excusable! Maybe twenty cents doesn't mean much to your generation, young lady, but I can remember when a man worked half a day for that kind of money and…"
"What seems to be the problem, Madam?" Hardison's voice was appropriately obsequious, in the manner of shoe clerks and floor managers, but still retaining the necessary thread of authority. "Could I be of assistance?"
"I'll say you could my good man!" she spluttered stuffily. "I caught this young woman in the very act of overcharging me and I feel I am owed an apology!"
Peggy looked at the balding floor manager beseechingly. "Mr. Hardison, I did apologize! It was an oversight and I told her I was sorry!"
He gave the overdressed elderly woman a quick glance and then winked on the side away from her and cleared his throat. "Madam, I will see to it that this matter gets all the attention it justly deserves. Please accept the store's deepest apologies and if you will be kind enough to leave your name with the checker, Mrs. Davis, we will send you a certificate good for five dollars free purchases as a small token of our sincerity." He then turned to Peggy without waiting for the woman to reply. "Mrs. Davis, I would like to see you in my office when you have finished here!"
"Mr. Hardison, please, give me a chance to explain! I know I shouldn't have missed that sale item, but I did and I apologized and then she…"
"Mrs. Davis…"
"… went on and on and she kept getting louder and I know everybody in the store must have heard her and…"
"Mrs. Davis! Please! May I get a word in here somewhere?"
"Oh… yes sir, I'm sorry," Peggy replied meekly, but she noticed he was smiling. No not really smiling… almost laughing!
"I only told you to come in here so she would assume you were getting the punishment she seemed so certain you deserved. She probably thinks I'm firing you right now. Isn't that a laugh? Me firing a good cashier over a squabble with Mildred Rose!"
"M-Mildred Rose? You mean you know that woman? She looked like she had a lot of money. I mean she was dressed well and all."
"That old biddy!? Why, she hasn't got a hundred dollars to her name! Listen, I know her all right. If you'd spent as much time as I have chasing her down to collect on her bum checks, you'd know her pretty darn well yourself!"
"Bum checks?" Peggy was genuinely confused now and she showed it. "She seemed like such an important woman. Like maybe she was a doctor or lawyer's wife or something. I just didn't want to get her upset and make a lot of trouble for the store."
"Trouble! She couldn't make trouble for a hot dog vender, much less for this supermarket chain. Mrs. Davis, that woman is a fraud and a thief and I would have stood behind you if you had dumped all her groceries right on her head!"
Peggy laughed, visibly relieved now that the tension had cleared. Ever since the floor manager had come out to her station, she had thought of nothing but losing her job… God, what would she and Bob do without it!
"So you see, I had to make a little show for her benefit just to shut her up. But as far as I'm concerned, it's all forgotten. It was forgotten before I ever went out there, to tell the truth."
"Thank you, Mr. Hardison. I-I guess she just upset me, that's all. I don't usually make mistakes and I guess her nastiness sort of got me flustered."
"I understand. You're practically the finest checker we have here and I wouldn't want to lose you over someone like that old broad. Listen, you look a little shaken, like maybe you're not feeling well. Why don't you take the afternoon off. I'll square it with the boys upstairs if anything is said. But I doubt they'll mention it… they know a good worker when they see one."
"Oh, I couldn't do that, Mr. Hardison. There's no one to take my station!"
He lifted his hand and made a shooing motion. "Go on, I'll worry about that. See you in the morning, okay?"
"Well, yes sir, if you say it's all fight. Thank you again!"
Peggy nervously maneuvered her small car through the early afternoon highway traffic, her mind a mixed-up jigsaw puzzle of confused thoughts and nagging emotions. Feelings and desires she had never before experienced were buzzing in her brain… and a knowledge whose weight was so great she could scarcely beat it. That was why she had made the mistake at the cash register… and that nasty little incident had been the straw that broke her back. Or her spirits at least. Her mind was in a dozen different places at once. Across the Atlantic on board a ship somewhere on the Mediterranean with her darling husband Bob. And a few miles from here in an air-conditioned house trailer… with a magnificent Doberman pinscher named Hero!
God, she thought, I'm so confused! Nothing seems to be what it seems! First Hero… coming into my life as a watch dog and companion but what is he now… my lover? Oh, it's just too much to cope with at once! That awful woman with her screeching voice and her fancy clothes and jewelry… and she turns out to be just another common criminal! A bad check artist and I thought she was a society lady! And myself… just another Navy wife, I always thought, nothing special. But a good wife… and a loyal one!
And now… just what am I now? A big screaming piece of my soul feels so ashamed, so smothered in lewdness that I'll never be able to scrub it clean. When that part of me fills my head with its vile words, I know what I am… a dog-fucking bitch! A sex pervert! And I could just go away somewhere and crawl into a hole and die from my shame!
But there's another part and it's every bit as persuasive and powerful as the first. Over and over it tells me I've done nothing wrong… that what happened was meant to happen. That I intended nothing evil, therefore what I did could not have been wrong. And I want to believe, I really do! I love Hero and I know it with my very heart and mind, but that doesn't mean I don't love Bob! It only means… Oh, dear God, what does it mean!? I don't know anymore, I just don't know!
Peggy saw the taillights flash on ahead of her and she stomped on the power brake as hard as she could, bringing the sedan to a rubber-scorching halt hardly a foot from the car in front. She tried to ignore the scowling countenance in the rear view mirror ahead, his lips mouthing a dozen obscenities.
Leaning out of the open window, she could see an almost endless line of stopped cars, some with their drivers standing limply outside in the scorching summer heat. And far down the line, flashing red lights and the mammoth hulk of a jack-knifed truck stretched across all four lanes like a beached whale. Oh no! I don't believe it!
What else could possibly happen!? What else!
Dottie Mangum decided to try a paperback, but that was as useless as watching television had been. And gardening. And sunbathing with the morning radio programs in her ear before that. Nothing seemed to help! As long as that mobile home was parked there next door, there would be only one thing on her mind… Peggy Davis' truly lovable new pet!
Sunday had been a bit easier as she had slept until shortly after noon and then she and Eddie went for a ride down along the coast at Virginia Beach, followed by a couple of hours in the sun there with the thousands of others, a quick seafood supper down at the beach and a pair of second-run movies at the drive-in with the top down on Eddie's tiny sports car, one of those little Italian Fiats that only seat two. That busy schedule had managed to keep the lid on her probing thoughts, though she and Eddie had talked about it often enough throughout the day. She had awakened with the lascivious image graven in her mind and she had to immediately rush into the living room where Eddie was going over some papers for the office and asked him again if it was all on the level. "You didn't make it all up, Eddie? I mean, just for a joke or something?" she had asked skeptically, and part of her actually hoped it had been a lie. That way she could just erase it from her thoughts and go on about her business as if nothing ever happened. Christ, she had even dreamed about her young blonde neighbor with that magnificent male animal! But no, Eddie was not going to let her off so easily… it was indeed true! Every lewd and obscene second of it and he used it like a sharp nail to get under her skin… now he could see what it was doing to her and he loved teasing her that way! Dottie Mangum, ol' hot pants herself, outdone by mousy little Peggy Davis! Oh, how he rubbed it in along with the suntan oil when they were stretched out on their blanket at the beach!
Ooooh, he was right, the bastard! It was driving her buggy! This image had somehow become implanted in her brain and she could not exorcise it no matter how hard she tried! She had not seen Peggy since Saturday, except for a moment as she left this morning for work. She glimpsed the young blonde from their living room window and she caught herself enviously eyeing her married neighbor as if she expected some drastic physical change to be apparent. Peggy had spotted her standing there and she waved in a friendly manner like nothing had ever happened! Oh, how could she! I've just got to know what it was like, I've got to! But I can't just go over and ask her over a cup of coffee. "Hi, Peggy, heard you fucked your dog this weekend. How'd it go?" No, damn it, I will just stop thinking about it! She flipped the television set back on and watched blankly as a quiz program rolled a few times and then came slowly into focus. The volume was turned off and she did not bother to change it… the show was a complete loss and she cared not at all to hear it as well.
With nothing more than the sheer strength of will, she blocked the whole incident out of her thoughts, forcing herself to think of different things, like an insomniac thinks of sheep. Slowly, like the picture that appeared on her television screen, she began to wearily think of the month's bills… this much for the doctors. A car payment due in before the sixth. Oh, and the pharmacist for Eddie's liniment prescription. It was working! She was finally getting that lewd image out of her head! She glanced up again at the television screen in time for a commercial break… Oh shit! I don't believe it! I just don't believe it!
She was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down her cheeks and she wanted more than anything to tell somebody, anybody. Still convulsing with laughter she reached for the telephone and dialed Eddie's office number… it was a dog food commercial! And there, right there on her living room TV was a big manly Doberman pinscher that could have been Hero's twin brother!
"Mr. Mangum, Mr. Randolph would like to see you in his office if it is convenient." Eddie's feet fell from the desk top to the floor in a resounding crash that he was immediately certain could be heard throughout the whole floor of offices and his hand went for the intercom button so nervously that he nearly knocked the intercom box from his desk.
"Yes, Miss Brooks, please tell him I'll be right there!" He was on his feet with the same blinding speed, checking his tie in the mirror-image of his glass door, nervously looking over his suit for spots or noticeable wrinkles. If it is convenient! Christ, it would be convenient at four in the morning on Christmas Eve if D. B. Randolph wanted to see him! Randolph was the big boss. The really big boss! Technically, he was chairman of the board of Randolph and Phitts, with ol' J. R. Phitts running the offices. He was in to see J. R. practically every day and they were as close to being friends as any top executive could be with one of his account men, but D. B. Randolph was something else again! He'd seen the top man only once, the day he came to work here and he was taken in like a new kid in school and introduced to the dour-faced senior officer who gave him something resembling a smile and a lukewarm handshake followed by a snorting grunt and that was it.
And now he was being summoned to the ol' boy's suite! Around here that had to mean one of two things… the boot or a promotion. Nobody ever saw Randolph for any other reason!
He tossed the account men's shared secretary, Linda Brooks, a wan smile as he hurried out the door of his tiny office and turned down the long paneled corridor that led to the executive suites.
"Good luck, Eddie," the pretty redhead offered and held up her hand to show that her fingers were crossed.
"Thanks… I hope I don't need it." Man, that little girl got better looking every day! He could remember when she had first taken the job – pudgy with baby-fat and her hair all teased and covered in a mist of hair spray. But somebody must have given her a few pointers! That rich red hair spilled over her shoulders and she had lost at least ten pounds. He cast her a quick appraising look as he rounded the corner – maybe she didn't lose it at all… she just shifted it around!
But there was no time for that now. He had to get himself in the right frame of mind for D. B. Randolph. The old man was a real pro, hell, he practically invented public relations, but he was serious about his work. That much he knew from talking to people who had met with him in the past… those who were still on the staff after their meetings, that is.
He was almost there now, a few feet from the private office door of Randolph's secretary, a gray-haired spinster who, rumor had it, had once been the ol' boy's mistress back in his spryer days. It was hard to imagine, as heaven never created a homelier woman. She was nearly bald with age like a man, but refused to wear a wig or even to style her hair so that the thinned-out spots would not show. And she sported a thin smear of a mustache that looked like some teenager's first attempt at being continental.
"Mr. Randolph will see you in a moment," she said dryly, without even looking up from her typing.
"Yes, Miss Guralnik," he answered and took his seat unobtrusively in the plush reception office. It could best be described as turn-of-the-century posh. Everything had the look of opulence, but it was well-worn richness, rather like the interior of a distinguished London men's club. Or at least how he imagined the interior would look, as he'd never seen one. Not even the exterior.
He could not escape the nagging feeling that he was a school boy back in elementary school and he had been summoned to see the principal for some dastardly act. Like fighting at recess. Or hitting Johnny Bowers with a spitball when the teacher's back was turned. That was just the way this office affected him and he suspected he was not the first to have such thoughts.
Randolph and Phitts was certainly a bit of a shock after the outfit he had worked for in California, but they were reputable and long-established on the east coast and that was why he had taken the job. That stint with Modern Pacific Promotions had left a bit of a blemish on his otherwise spotless record and he needed a couple of years at least with a good conservative firm like R amp; P to smooth it over. Not that it had been his fault that Modern Pacific folded after less than three years; it developed at the bankruptcy hearings that the treasurer of the corporation, a hot-shot Harvard MBA sort, had dipped his sticky fingers into the till on a number of occasions, and more scandalously, apparently with the full knowledge and encouragement of the president's wife, an overtly amorous sort with a more-than-business interest in the young treasurer. It seemed that they had plans to take off for the south of France or somewhere together, but only after he had squirreled enough away to assure them the sort of life that people usually aspire to in that special part of the Mediterranean. But as luck would have it, Modern Pacific ran out of money before they were satisfied that they had enough and, well, like they say, the shit really hit the fan!
Luckily, Eddie had seen the handwriting on the wall in time and was clear of the whole shaky operation before it collapsed like a house of cards in a windstorm, but just the mention of Modern Pacific now caused eyebrows to arch and tongues to wag in the public relations world.
And to top it all off, like rubbing salt in a still-smarting wound, this company change had been forced on him smack in the middle of the Seventy-Seventy One drought in the advertising and public relations business. That was the bottoming out period that followed the booming late Sixties and, as always, luxuries like advertising and promotion were the first items axed on the corporate budget requests when the going got rough. He could have taken his pick of a dozen jobs a couple of years earlier, but as luck would have it, he found himself up against the wall… a dying, scandal-ridden job on one side and the ceaseless perils of unemployment on the other. So it had really been a bit of unaccustomed good luck to stumble across this opening, even if it meant a three-thousand mile transcontinental move and selling their almost-new suburban home in a depressed market. Eddie had just about given up on finding anything decent and was nearly reconciled to joining the ranks of the almost-unemployed… those in the profession who listed themselves on job applications as "free-lancer" or "consultant".
Actually, Eddie had not found the opening himself. A friend of his in Los Angeles, out of work like Eddie himself was soon to be, had been receiving the Sunday editions of several of the east coast newspapers from his wife who was staying in Baltimore with his parents until they had successfully weathered the job-hunting crisis. He had actually gone so far as applying for this job, but changed his mind at the last minute in favor of a lesser-paying opening in the more hospitable climes of San Francisco. But for Eddie Mangum, it was just what the doctor ordered – respectability, good opportunity for advancement, and a fair salary. Who cared if it meant moving out of California, right? A man could stand anything if it was for his career. Or so he had thought… it was Dottie who saw it all in a different light.
"Virginia! Are you kidding me, Eddie Mangum?" she had screeched when he told her he was going to be interviewed at company expense at their offices. "How could we live in Virginia? We're both Californians, Eddie! We'd wither up and die in the east!" But she got over it quickly enough when he told her quite frankly it was this or nothing. Dottie was a lot of things, but when it came to money, she was as level-headed as they build 'em.
And when he arrived for the interview at their impressive offices, it soon became apparent why they had expressed such an interest in him and were willing to foot the bill for a cross-country flight. His main account here was going to be a real estate firm that specialized in suburban shopping centers… just what he had done for Modern Pacific!
Just then he heard Mr. Randolph's rich baritone boom over the intercom and Miss Guralnik reached for the call button and answered him promptly. "Yes, Mr. Randolph, he's here. I'll send him in." And then, as if he had not heard the whole brief conversation himself, she told him, "Mr. Randolph will see you now." He smiled politely as he rose from the tufted leather armchair and crossed the ankle-deep carpet to the heavy oak door marked D. B. Randolph… Private; there was a nervous lump in his throat as he turned the knob, but when he got his first look at the men assembled inside… God, it looks like a lynching party!
There was Randolph, of course, plus Phitts and one of the lesser vice-presidents. And Larry Knotts from the development firm plus a couple of his underlings he recognized but whose names he could not immediately recall. Randolph greeted him in his usual gruff manner and made a quick round of introductions, including both the R amp; P vice-presidents, whom he had known for over a year, and Larry Knotts. But he overlooked the old man's absentmindedness and shook their hands like he had never seen them before. "Have a seat, gentlemen." It sounded like a suggestion, but from D. B. Randolph it was meant to be a call-to-order. Eddie Mangum knew that whatever this was about, he was in it now. Up to his neck.
"Mr. Mangum, I understand from my people that you are the one responsible for this release that was in yesterday's financial section, is that correct?"
Eddie took a quick look at the clippings the board chairman held open to him in a manila folder. They were his, all right, he had written that release himself. It was a run down on the Knotts Company's pace-setter research into their innovative Tot-Lots, miniature child-care centers for busy mothers using their shopping centers. "Yes, that's my material, sir. Is something wrong?"
The aging gentleman looked around at his colleagues and then back at Eddie… with a smile on his face! He had never known D. B. Randolph to smile and it was a standing office joke that he had only smiled once… the day the office boy tripped going down the back stairs and broke his leg in three places. "Wrong, Eddie? Of course there is nothing wrong! You just single-handedly pulled off a mighty fine piece of work, son!"
Eddie! Why, he never called anyone by his first name. Even his rumored old-flame was Miss Guralnik! "How did you know, son, that this government report would run in the same issue? Have you got an inside track in Washington you've been keeping to yourself?"
Eddie look confusedly at the other clippings his employer had in the folder. Of course, the commission report on child-care centers! He'd been so anxious to get out to the beach with Dottie he had not even read the second page! "To tell the truth, sir, I wasn't sure when it would run, but I supposed it would be this weekend or next."
"Well, it was a splendid guess! This government report recommends precisely what Mr. Knotts here is already in the process of setting up. We have managed to get the jump on practically every competitor, not to mention the promotional boost of being featured in the same issue. Why, it's like having the government endorse our service! A fine job, Eddie, a fine job indeed! And because you have done so well, we have a surprise for you." He gestured to the client and his assistants. "With Mr. Knotts' consent and approval, we are making you account supervisor on the Knotts accounts including the new ones which he has seen fit to offer us in light of your outstanding bit of work. Of course, there will be a substantial salary increase in it and I suggest you see the accounting department tomorrow regarding your new classification. They already have instructions from me. Congratulations!"
Eddie answered something he could not remember later and somehow managed to shake all the proper hands and say the right things, but he was walking around in a daze, like an accident victim in shock… account supervisor! That had to mean at least a couple of hundred more a month! Man, Dottie will flip her wig! We can get that new car we've been putting off and take a real vacation this summer instead of spending it at the same beach we see every weekend!
He didn't walk back up that corridor… he floated! And when he leaned over and kissed his redheaded secretary on the cheek, she nearly jumped off her typing chair. "Mr. Mangum!"
"I'm afraid I won't be seeing much of you, Miss Brooks," he said in mock-somber tones.
"And that is quite a shame."
"Oh… Mr. Mangum, did you get…"
"Fired? Nope… I'm a brand-new account supervisor. I'm moving up, honey! Moving up!"
"Oh, I'm so happy for you! I heard some rumors around but you know how the office grapevine is. I didn't want to say anything. And now it's really happening!" She threw her arms around his shoulders and planted a big wet kiss right on his lips that was something other than fraternal. Eddie made a mental note to kick himself later for passing this little number up for so long, but there was plenty of time for that later!
"Get my wife on the phone for me, would you? I feel like taking the rest of the day off and getting good and drunk… on champagne of course! We executives can afford it!"
The redhead looked very surprised and blurted, "Oh, I forgot, your wife called you just after you went in to see D. B. I didn't think it would be wise to interrupt you in there so…"
"Wise! Baby, that was the best move you ever made," he laughed. "Tell you what, forget the call. I'm going to go home and surprise her. This is too good to waste on a phone call!"
Damn it, why didn't he return my call? It's not like Eddie to ignore me this way… if he's in the office, surely he could have found time to call home by now! Dottie was pacing the carpeted living room of their house trailer like a caged animal. She was becoming increasingly restless and nothing seemed to keep her attention more than a few minutes.
Maybe some more sun would help, she ventured, and a nice cold gin and tonic wouldn't hurt either! She found a third-full fifth of Gordon's on a shelf in the kitchen cabinets and then proceeded to make herself a good strong drink. Looking for ice, she tried the obvious, the freeze compartment of the refrigerator… damn it, empty! Somebody forgot to fill the ice trays last night… and that somebody was probably me. Wait a minute, what's this? There was a styrofoam ice bucket there in the refrigerator, uncovered and inside were the remnants of last night's ice… frozen together in one half-melted glacial chunk that resembled an enormous quartz crystal. She lifted the solid piece intact and dropped it with a resounding crash into the bottom of the stainless-steel kitchen sink.
"Now I've got ice," she said out loud and proceeded to pick out the bigger pieces until she had enough to fill her tall summer tumbler.
Instinctively, she poured a normal healthy slug of gin into the glass and reached for a bottle of tonic… No, wait a minute! Might as well make the first one do the trick, right? No more ice anyway and who could stand a gin and tonic in this weather without ice? So she hefted the bottle again and doubled her first slug. Satisfied, she tossed in enough tonic to make it all bubble and went outside to lie on her chaise lounge and get happily, contentedly… drunk! That was the only way she knew to get this obsessive notion out of her head…!
Overhead the Virginia summer sun glazed down like a yellow torch high in the sky and she could feel its soothing warmth in every pore of her body. She was beginning to perspire already from the gin and tonic, but the hot sun quickly evaporated the moisture that appeared tinglingly on her bare flesh. She was on her back on the comfortable lounge chair, her pale pink bikini top rolled over so that only the barest legal minimum of her breasts were covered. Who cared if the neighbors were watching? She didn't care at all!
Damn it, why did Eddie have to tell me about Peggy and her dog! Or for that matter, why did that little blonde bitch have to do it? Christ, here we are right next door, scared silly to even think of swapping or getting a little group going and all the time Miss America next door is making it with her dog! Wow, the irony of it all! Right under our very noses! And we were worried that nobody here would go in for a bit of swinging… and maybe they wouldn't. They're all too busy screwing dogs and God knows what else! A lurid vision flashed through her mind of hundreds of Southern ladies, PTA members all, crowded into an idyllic meadow somewhere nearby… all of them grunting and moaning as they fucked their dogs, their horses, their ponies! Oooooh, and I'm lying around here bored and horny! It isn't fair, it just isn't fair! Why should they be having all the fun?
The voluptuous young brunette lay there in the sun and sighed audibly as she felt the potent gin do its task; every single pore seemed to be alive and tingling, like a giant machine was magically massaging her all over at once. She began to think of Eddie's words from Saturday night when he came in out of breath and randy as hell from seeing their neighbor locked in the throes of bestial ecstasy!
"… I saw it! Man, she was just eating up that big black dog with that sweet little cunt of hers…! I always figured her to be a hot number…"
Dottie felt the tips of her fingers begin arousingly delicate rhythm across the soft swell of her almost-flat belly. Tiny quivering needle-points of electric sensation rippled out from where her own fingers softly caressed her sensitive almost naked flesh as that same lingering image again focused itself lasciviously in her innermost thoughts. Damn, even with her eyes open in broad daylight she could not get rid of that wanton scene! Oh, what the hell, might as well get used to it, she chuckled to herself, and shivered under the soft tickle-touch of her fingertips across the smooth plane of her belly. Her thighs were just slightly parted and she discovered she could, by surreptitiously twisting her hips alternately, cause the taut coarseness of the inside of her bikini bottoms to rub incitingly over the ever-eager tiny pinkness of her clitoris. "Mmmmmm… if I keep this up I might just cum right here in my pants!" she said half-aloud, and kept up the rhythmic exercise that created such sensual friction up between her open thighs.
"… talk about getting fucked! Christ, that pecker of his looked like it was a foot long! And big around, too…"
Dottie's eyes were closed now and the afternoon sun had eased behind one of the longleaf pine trees that shaded their tiny lot and she was partially in the shade, but the air was still warm and soothing around her just the same. Without being aware of it at first, her fingertips had begun a slowly methodical trip up along the soft tanned flesh of her firm belly to the first rising swell of her breasts, barely hidden beneath the thin fabric of her bikini top. From somewhere there came the lilting soft tones of music from someone's stereo and the quiet relaxing music only added to the sex-hungry brunette's euphoric state.
Magically, as if guided by unseen hands, Dottie felt her fingers delicately touch the rich fullness of her breasts as they rose and fell in her self-induced daze of vibrant sexuality. She opened her eyes and looked around her. There was no way anyone could see her, really, except for the one trailer whose lot adjoined theirs in the rear, but those people both worked and were always away during the day. Both sides of their small rear yard were shielded by pine trees and… oh hell, what if they do see! I don't give a damn!
Reaching down at her side, she picked up her gin and tonic and hastily downed the last couple of ounces. With her eyes closed again, she could feel the tingle of the alcohol as it seeped through her like water into a sponge, soaking every pore and nerve-ending until her whole body seemed alive and shivering with anticipation.
"… hunched over her, his head all back… that big red prick of his humping in and out of-that sweet little pink pussy a mile a minute…"
Her eyes tightly shut, Dottie felt herself shiver excitedly as her fingers crept back along her bare midriff toward the burning moistness of her hidden cuntal crevice. God, she had to do something to stop this agony! She couldn't let it go on and on! What if Eddie was late tonight as he often was… Christ, she'd have to live with this gnawing heat in her loins for hours and hours!
Slowly, her fingers insinuated their way beneath the taut elastic waistband of her bikini bottoms and, her brain dulled by the strong drink she had made for herself, she refused to heed that small voice of caution in the back of her mind, allowing her hand to creep down, down into that forbidden territory of her sparsely-covered pussy mound. An electric chill raced along her spine as her fingers moved over the soft fluffy swelling there in the middle of her pelvis and she felt the first indentation beneath the thin dark hair of her pubic "vee".
"Oooohhhhh," she moaned lustfully as the tip of her middle finger found the pulsing little nerve-filled bud of her clitoris. It quivered beneath her very touch and she could feel its ecstatic signals broadcasting throughout her entire body and she began to twist and squirm excitedly on the chaise lounge.
Wantonly, her middle three fingers encircled the tiny pulsating bulb of hardened clitoral flesh and she squeezed it abandonedly between her fingertips, her lips pursed in a soulful gasp at the sheer salaciousness of her own touch. Leaving the throbbing pleasure-bud for a second, she slipped her other hand beneath the elastic of her bikini and lifted the taut pink fabric enough to moisten a fingertip in the warm pungent pool of her cuntal orifice and then she rubbed it lewdly back up over the tip of her clitoris, savoring the lustful tremors that one small touch sent rippling through her near-naked flesh. Again and again she rubbed the super-sensitive button of quivering femininity with her moistened fingertips, her ass-cheeks clenched tightly together and her hips lifted from the cushion of her chaise lounge and pumping up and down in an obscene gesture that excited her even more.
It was then that she began to sense it… slowly and almost unnoticeable at first, then stronger until it intruded on her thoughts like an alarm flashing in the deepest recesses of her alcohol and sex-stirred brain… someone was watching her! It was that secret inner feeling that always tells you when someone is spying on you, that sensation of eyes burning like hot coals into your tingling flesh. Suddenly flushed with shame and humiliation, she yanked her hands from her bikini and opened her eyes. Christ almighty… it was Hero, Peggy's handsome animal! He was only a couple of feet away inside the Davis' fenced in backyard and he was watching every obscene move she made with unconcealed enthusiasm!
"Well, lover boy," she said finally, clearing her throat first of her anguished sexuality. "How did you get out? Peggy must have locked you in this morning when she left!"
As if he had somehow understood every word, he turned his massive head in the direction of the Davis trailer and Dottie could see that the rear door was blocked open with the handle of a broom! Why hadn't she spotted that before! Of course, Peggy wouldn't want to keep him cooped up inside all day alone, not with this closed-in grassy area to run around in… how could she have been so stupid!
She climbed off her lounge and moved up against the short chain-link fence. The huge Doberman pinscher did not move away as she approached… if anything he edged closer to the fence! "You handsome, beast, I guess you know all my secrets now! That wasn't very gentlemanly, you know, spying on a lady in the midst of her… ah… private matters." She stared wonderingly at his almost grinning animal-face, the expression in his eyes one she could certainly recognize… God, she'd seen it often enough in men, but never in a dog! His big black eyes were twinkling! Seductively twinkling as if he understood just what it was she was doing… and he seemed to have something better in mind!