Julie Taylor - The landlady's dog

Closing the back door behind him, the happy, blonde-haired girl remembered that she had yet to shower and dress. She had hopped out of bed to the warm, California sunshine filled with an exuberance which had left her spinning. Tossing a housecoat over her nakedness, she had almost danced toward the small kitchen to make coffee, and, after a quick breakfast, had begun preparing for Mark's visit, which was at least twelve hours away! She had been and still was that happy! But it was time for a shower…

The faint sound of the door buzzer in the next apartment interrupted her thoughts. Momentarily, Carol enjoyed the thrill of excitement rippling upward over her naked curves beneath the housecoat. It was like a movie or TV play, and she was the secret agent! And it was for real, too, for the department was going to pay for her, Mark had said. But it was so simple, and hardly dangerous, she thought, gliding toward her front door and silently opening it to catch a quick glimpse of the teenage girl with the long brown hair. She couldn't be over seventeen, and dressed so cutely… Then, she disappeared inside and Carol waited with her door still cracked open… waited for perhaps three to five minutes before the enticing young girl left, walking flippantly toward the building's front entrance. She closed her door and dashed to the front window to see the teenager climb into an expensive sports car driven by a long-haired boy. She watched them speed off, at the same time mentally recording the license number and wheeling away to find pencil and paper… Mark had never expected her to be that alert!

Carol hurried in the shower, hopeful that she wasn't missing any of Ed White's callers. With a haphazard toweling, she dried herself, caught up her negligee hanging behind the bathroom door and hustled toward the living room. She went to the front window, saw nothing unusual to arouse her, then, for a moment, concentrated on the windows of the fourth floor across the way. Behind them, her darling Mark was doing whatever he did this time of day! God! How she loved him, and very, very soon she would be doing anything and everything for him…

Her own buzzer jarred the reverie so warmly sweeping over her. Carol stiffened upright, trying to tie the sound into something familiar. Peggy was gone! Was it Mark? She might have missed him walking into the building if she'd gotten to the window too late… Who else? It sounded again, more pressing this time. She wished she'd kept Sultan inside with her as she walked toward the door…

His foot came against it in a blocking barrier the moment Carol drew the door a few inches inward! The first thing she saw was his grin, the invariable cold chill coiling up her spine at the sight! Reflexively, she leaned her weight against the door, but she couldn't close it!

"Good morning, Miss Dorsett," Ed White spoke through a leer.

"Wh-What do you want?" Carol managed, drawing the folds of her sheer negligee tighter together and trying to shield her thinly covered breasts with her arms as she desperately attempted to force the door closed, her whole body tensing with fear at his resistance!

"Just a little chat, lady," he said, applying his powerful weight and easily pushing the door, and her, inward!

Carol fell back, one hand dropping to modestly clutch at the wispy covering she had ridiculously answered the door in, endeavoring to hide what she knew was visible through the see-through garment while her other arm and hand feebly tried to do the same over her full breasts. By then, the big, white-haired man had crowded into her living room and was closing the door behind him… and locking it! He continued to leer at her, his lead-gray eyes raking over her near-nakedness with open lechery. His tongue appeared to lick at his lips and then… in one fast glance, Carol even thought she could see his penis stir in the front of his dirty pants…!

"J-Just what do you think you're doing?" she shot at him, fighting to keep the frightened quiver from her voice. "Get out of here this instant…!"

"Keep cool, baby… you and me have to talk!" he hissed at her, his mean eyes lewdly running up and down her nearly exposed young curves. "You've been clocking my friends since seven this morning… and that ain't kosher. Could it be that you're working with Mr. Fuzz… like that blind creep across the street?" He laughed a harsh, grating sound. "Surprise you, doll? You think old Ed don't know what's going on… like you meeting with him in the park yesterday and him coming here last night?" Again he chortled. "For the record, Miss Dorsett, I've had that blind crumb pegged for weeks… but now, you've entered the game… and you're too close for comfort, as the saying goes!"

It was long seconds before the blunt meaning of his words took their full, stunning effect on Carol, though she realized that regardless of what he had said she would have been terrified, she so feared and detested the brutish man. But he had specifically mentioned Mark, and from that moment on her growing fright was for him, her own situation hardly mattering. Her brain raced as the protective instincts of her newborn love reared up in defense, and she said with a cold, steady voice: "I don't know what you're trying to get at, Mr. White, but so far you've said nothing but a lot of gibberish! If you're referring to Mr. Cannon, he is a friend and nothing more! And… and that's all I have to say to you, now get out of here before… before I turn Sultan loose on you!"

Ed White grinned without moving. "You're a spunky little bitch, ain't you? But you're wasting your breath, baby. As for the mutt, you just let him outside, which I been hoping you'd do for over an hour." He was bringing something out of his back pants-pocket then, a small leather-cased object resembling a camera and toying with it in his big hands. "Know what this is, Miss Dorsett? It's a little tape-recorder. Tiny, ain't it? And handy as hell. You'd be amazed the things you can do with it… like a woman, she can carry it right inside her purse, snap it on and leave it there… just record a whole conversation without anybody knowing it. Take this one for instance…" he said, his eyes gleaming as he pressed the switch and a crackling sound followed… then a voice, a gasping female voice…!

"Oh God, Peg… I don't know! T-this is absolutely obscene… being fucked by a dog!"

"Yes… it is; isn't, it baby…! And you're going to love it! Wait… I'll fix the vanity mirror so you can watch!"

If she had been stunned before, Carol was horrified now at the recognition of her own lustful voice and its lurid exclamation! She sensed her mouth falling loosely open and the blood rushing into her face as she gaped at the menacing man who stood leering down at her. Petrified in rising shame, she could do nothing but stare at him, while panting whimpers and lewd wet sounds of sucking continued to fill the room from the monstrous little gadget in his hands!

"Help him, Carol! For God's sake, how can you stand the waiting! Just watching is about to drive me loony! Go on, grab ahold of it and put it in for him…!"

"Unh, unh, unh, oooohhhhhh Gooodddddd!"

"Ooohhhhhh… my lover, Sultan baby! Fuck me, darling! Fuck your Carol! Harder, baby! Harder… oh, harderrrrrrr…!"

Tears burst from Carol's eyes and she covered her face with her hands, her whole body suddenly convulsing with the sobs choking from her. "Oh God, stop it! Stop it, please…" she begged, slumping down onto the couch, her half-undressed state forgotten in the overwhelming disgrace of being shamefully exposed.

"There's a lot more, baby. I just happened to pick that part out for you," Ed White tormented. "I kind of liked the part where Peg's eating your cunt, and then later, when you're eating her out and the Goddamned mutt is fucking the hell out of you…"