Nicole Duval - The breeders

"Yes."

"Then how about doing me fair? How about turning just one more trick tonight, kid? Just one more before you leave. I'm in a real bind. I promised these guys a real looker… and you know how the word gets around. If I don't come up with something special, the word will get out that I don't have a good stable and it'll kill me for the rest of the conventions this year. Maybe even next year. How about it, kid? Come on, huh? Please?"

Carolyn took the phone down from her ear, stared into the mouthpiece as if she could see Paul J. Price with his feigned hurt look, and shook her head. She returned the receiver to her ear in time to hear the last of his impassioned plea.

"… won't ask you again, I promise!"

She sighed. What was one more, really? It didn't matter.

"Alright, Paul. One more. One more and I'll hold you to your word."

"Thanks, kid," she could hear the relief in his voice. "I'll tell 'em to come on over. Five minutes okay? Fifteen?"

"Make it fifteen, I need a shower," and then she remembered his exact words 'tell them to come over'… "aaaa… wait a minute… did you say 'them'?"

"Yeah… aaa… that's what I said. You know how conventioneers are? Ha, ha, anything for a laugh?"

"What's with the 'them' business?" she pinned him down.

"Well, you know how it is. I got a call for a little group action. Three guys is all it is, just three. Probably reading a dirty book between meetings and it gave 'em ideas. They want to gang-bang a pretty girl. You know, watch each other do it to her. Nothing to it, kid. Just lay there and collect three times the fee."

Carolyn listened to his playdown of the facts. She smiled to herself. Paul was scared she wasn't going to go along with the gang bit. Let him worry, damn him, would do him good.

"Oh, I don't know about that…" she purposely let her voice trail off. Let him sweat.

Three at a time. It might be fun. It had been fun with the dogs! Hot, hotter and begging! She ran her finger across the little button box again and felt its answering twinge. Maybe that's why she hadn't made it with all those men in the past three months. Because they didn't last as long as the dogs. Maybe that was the trouble. Three men working her one after the other, or even all at once, might turn the trick. She had always had at least three, maybe four dogs in each training session and by the last one she was hotter than french fried nuts. She smiled wishfully. Never say die. She'd give it one more chance.

"Come on, baby?" Paul was still pleading on the phone. "They're real nice Joes, good looking too. Why, you'll have a real blast. How about it, kid?"

"Welllll, alright, Paul… but just for you." She purred at him, then made a face into the phone. "And just this one last time. You understand that part of it."

"Sure, kid, sure." He agreed readily. "Any thing you say. I'll send 'em over in about fifteen minutes, okay?"

"Okay." She agreed. "… and Paul… goodbye!"

"So long, kid. Have fun in your hick town. Screw all those farmer boys silly."

Carolyn replaced the telephone on the cradle. He just didn't understand. No one understood. And what was worse, she couldn't explain it. Not even to herself. How do you explain to a civilized socialized square-cornered world that you can only seem to cum under a dog? You don't! Your guts ache and you grit your teeth and pretend it doesn't matter… while the rest of the world screw themselves sideways with their fellow man.

Carolyn got up slowly and straightened up the bed, smoothing the sheets and plumping up the pillows. She took the folded bills from her bra and tucked them under the pile of lacy brassieres in the second drawer, then hurried into the little bathroom and turned on the shower. After the last rollicking romeo who graced her bed, she really needed a hot shower. Henry Pippen could sweat like a pig. She tucked her long hair into the shower cap and stepped in. Hmmmmmm, it felt good.

Ten minutes later, a pretty young girl was stretched out on the bed on her stomach casually flipping the pages of Glamour magazine. She was shaved, showered and foo-foo'd… and bare ass naked. It always got things off to a fast start when a customer walked into a room smelling of faintly sexy perfume and found a nude woman already on the bed. Psychological, perhaps, but it was like 'instant hard-on' and it always worked. Especially if her clothes were hung up out of sight and the room was free of clutter and coverings. Just a big wall-to-wall bed… and a bare body in the middle of it. Good business. A guy was hard put to get his pants off before the size of his dong got stuck in the zipper. It was a subtle production line technique. It netted her nearly twice the profit in a night as her fellow workers who opened the door chastely wrapped in a robe. After all, she was in it for profit, not pleasure. She smiled to herself and chewed her lower lip thoughtfully. Tonight, perhaps, there would be a little pleasure too. She sure hoped so. It had been so long. She turned a page, then another and another, and then she saw it. The magazine advertisement… 'some people do everything in a big way' it said… a lovely blonde girl stood before the big new model Cadillac, one hand on the car door, the other resting on the shoulder saddle of a huge harlequin Dane… 'big dog, big car, big savings' it said in great glaring print 'why not have the very best?' Carolyn looked at the ad with a look of gentle longing. It was a magnificent animal, a truly fine male.

When the soft knock sounded at her hotel room door, the voice from within brought raised eyebrows and learing smiles to the faces of the three men who stood there.

"Come in…" a honeyed voice purred from within, "Come innnn… the door's open."

There was a fumbling at the knob and three tall rather embarrassed looking faces peered down at her naked body on the bed. Languidly, Carolyn rolled over on her back and looked straight up into three pair of surprised wide eyes, one knee bent and waving gently over her body. She waited till they closed the door.

"Hellloooo," she whispered hoarsely up at them.

"Aaa… aaa… hello." One of the men stammered. "Aaa… I'm Bill… and that's Harry… and that's, that's??? What's his name?" he whispered to Harry.

"Hello whats-his-name!" Carolyn looked up at him with deliberately wide innocent eyes. It was hard not to smile when the man gulped noisily and nodded his head.

"Aaa… what can we call you?" the first man said.

Carolyn turned her head to stare up into his red face.

"You can call me… in time for seconds… all around!" She purred in the much practiced professional voice which had put $3,000 in the bank for her in the past months. She stretched luxuriously, spreading her naked body into a wide ivory-bodied X upon the deep red bedspread.

"Jesus!" someone said reverently.

Carolyn crooked her finger suggestively at the nearest man, the tall older man they referred to as Harry, and patted the bed beside her.

"Aren't you sort of uncomfortable with all those clothes on… Harry???" she purred again. "I'll just bet you all look better without them."

She let her eyes roam between the three men, starting on their surprised faces and sliding suggestively down over their padded shoulders to the virtuously zipped flies of their dark blue suits, pausing a moment to stare at the growing bulges, to purse her full lips and lick them with her tongue. Slowly. The men seemed frozen to the floor. Good grief, she thought, real country bumpkins. She'd take care of that. She stretched once more, then let one hand slide down over her flat stomach and play with the dark curls of her crotch.

"I wish you'd all hurrrry…" she sighed and let her middle finger slide in and out between the hairy lips.