Elaine’s Dog Show

CHAPTER THREE

"Elaine? Elaine, honey, are you okay?" Wanda called through the locked bedroom door.

Elaine opened her eyes and moved her head to the right, focusing them on the small alarm clock on the bedroom dresser. It was eleven o'clock!

"Sam! Sam, wake, up!" Elaine whispered, as she rolled back and shook the big man's shoulders. "It's almost midnight, and I've got to go."

"Hmmmmm?" Sam mumbled sleepily, blinking his eyes open then reaching over and stroking her tits lightly.

"No more tonight, Senator," Elaine said, smiling broadly as she gently pushed his hand away and slid one leg over to edge the bed.

"Why not?" Sam asked, trying to pull her back into bed as Elaine struggled to get free.

"Because it's Thursday, and I've got a full day of work tomorrow," Elaine said, giggling as she managed to squirm free of Sam's tight grip.

"Working? Didn't Wanda tell you…" Sam started to ask, then sighed in disgust. "Dumb broad. She's pretty and a good lay, but not very bright."

Elaine slipped into her panties and bra, as Sam talked, guessing what he was referring to. She knew that he thought she was just like a lot of other girls – clerical prostitutes, willing to pass their snatch around to get a better position.

"Listen, Sam. I didn't fuck you just to get a better job on the Hill," Elaine said as she reached down for her sweater.

"Sure. Now look, name your price… uh… salary and you'll get it," he said, smiling broadly at her.

"Price? Price!" Elaine almost screamed at him. Her hands itched to slap him across his grinning face. Even the cheep ten dollar whores off Pennsylvania Avenue didn't have to listen this kind of shit.

"Hey, I'm sorry if I got you mad somehow but we both know the kind of racket…" Sam began as he sat up in bed and looked curiously at her.

This was a new kind of reaction to the old proposition. He'd never met a girl quite like Elaine in the sack. She was more than responsive. Fucking her was like fucking a stick of dynamite, and he wanted keep her to himself. Offering her a soft position was just what he though she'd want.

"What's going on in there?" Wanda asked in a worried tone.

"Shut up, Wanda. I'll be right out," Elaine snapped as the finished dressing.

"I can't see what I've done wrong," Sam said honestly.

"I wouldn't think you would," Elaine whispered hotly as she zipped up her skirt. "I meant it when I said I came up here just for a fuck. I don't want your good jobs. I don't want your high pay. I wanted you. But obviously that's not enough for you. You think I came up here and screwed around because I could get a raise in pay. Well, fuck you!" Elaine said, almost spitting into his face.

"Hey, wait…" Sam started to say.

But it was too late. Elaine had worked herself up into such a frenzy of anger that nothing could have dragged her back into that bedroom. She wheeled around on her heels and stalked out of the room.

"Ohhh!" Wanda cried out as she almost fell forward when the door flew open.

"Hope you got an earful!" Elaine said under her breath as she walked briskly over to the cocktail table in front of the couch to get her purse.

"Lovers' quarrel?" Peter Kuhns asked greasily as Elaine grabbed her bag and started for the door.

"Hardly. You can tell that bag of wind in there that I never want to set eyes on him again!" Elaine yelled for Sam's benefit as she motioned Wanda to follow her.

"Don't forget to ask her," Peter whispered loudly to Wanda who ran out after her friend.

"Wanda, you didn't tell me you were turning me into a hooker!" Elaine said angrily as they waited for an elevator at the other end of the hall.

"What did you expect in this town? Everybody's on the make for something. This is the least thing that goes on," the pretty brunette said as the elevator door opened.

"Hollywood is a convent compared to this place," Elaine almost growled as they rode down to the lobby.

"I doubt that. Anyway, did you have a good time?" Wanda that asked smiling slyly at her friend.

"If you had your ears against the door all that time, you should know," Elaine said as she brushed back her long, blonde hair.

"You'll get back to him, I can tell that you're really attracted to Sam Smith. And it's no wonder. He's the catch of the Hill. And from what I hear, he's hung like a horse!" Wanda whispered softly as they reached the hotel lobby.

"Keep guessing. Damned if I'll tell you," Elaine said, unable to keep smiling as she thought of Sam's dick. He had insulted her. But he probably didn't really believe her when she said she did all the fucking and moaning just for fun. Maybe she had been too quick to jump on him.

"Oh, by the way. Pete's arranging a party this weekend – Saturday night, I think. Want to come?" Wanda asked as they stepped out into the cool October night.

"I don't know, Wanda," Elaine said, wishing more and more that she hadn't blown up at Sam. He might never call her now. The cold, dark night air made her realise how stupid she'd behaved.

"Sam might be at the party," Wanda said, watching the reaction of her friend closely.

"Oh, well, I guess I wasn't planning to do anything this weekend anyway," Elaine said, feeling her heart skip a beat at Sam's name mentioned so casually. Was she falling for him? Elaine wasn't so sentimental that she dived into romance at the first fuck – or was she? As she walked with Wanda back to the Georgetown district of Washington where the two girls shared an apartment, Elaine wondered just how she would explain to Sam about her temper tantrum.

"Now, don't be surprised at anything that goes on tonight," Wanda cautioned her friend as they walked down the long hall to the familiar door at the end. Elaine wasn't paying too much attention to her friend that evening. Just a few days before she'd been complaining that she was starved for sex. Now she was contemplating an affair with a United States senator and going to some kind of swinger's party in a hotel room in hopes of finding him there.

"Hmmm?" Elaine asked absently as they reached the door.

"I said don't be surprised at what you see here. People play as hard as they work in this town," Wanda said mysteriously as she reached up and knocked loudly at the door.

"Oh, yes," Elaine said, snapping herself back to reality. She heard loud music and laughing coming from behind the door. It sounded like a lively party going on, and it was only ten o'clock at night.

"Elaine! Glad you could come! Glad you would come!" Peter Kuhns said as he invited both the women in.

Elaine smiled a little vacantly as she looked around the room for Sam. He wasn't there. A shock of disappointment went through her as she heard Peter offer her a drink.

"Thanks," she said, putting the glass to her lips and taking a big gulp. She'd need plenty of this if Sam wasn't going to show.

"Cheer up and smile," Wanda whispered to her. "He might come later. You never know at these parties."

Elaine shrugged and took a closer look at everyone in the room. She was a little surprised when she saw that there were about fifteen men sitting or standing and only three other women in the living room. For a social gathering, the number of men sadly outweighed the number of women. Then something struck her. Maybe this wasn't just a pleasant little party. Elaine studied the three women talking with a small group of men at the other end of the room. They looked a little cheap and loose.

"Wanda, what kind of party is this?" Elaine whispered as she eyed the group suspiciously.

"What kind do you think?" her friend responded, winking slyly at her.

"My God? I'm not going to get involved in any kind of gang-bang," Elaine said, about to turn around and leave.

"Don't, Elaine. You'll ruin me if you go. Besides, no ones going to make you do anything you don't want to. Come on, be sport. All you have to do is flirt and look pretty." Wanda pleaded with her.

"Oh, all right." Elaine said, taking another long drink.

"Besides, Sam might just show," Wanda said as she gave her friend a playful pinch on the arm, then walked towards a group of older men.

Elaine moved graciously around the party that evening, chatting with several congressmen and senators she knew slightly. Peter kept filling up her glass with more and more alcohol. And Elaine seemed to drink as if there were no tomorrow. She felt herself growing lighter and lighter as the evening dragged on.

Around one in the morning Elaine decided that she'd had enough and wanted to go home. But when she looked around for Wanda, she couldn't find her.

"Excuse me Peter. Have you seen Wanda?" Elaine asked the old senator. She hated to ask him for the time of day. But in this case, he was the only one who could give her an answer.

"Wanda, eh?" he asked slyly. Elaine didn't like the tone of voice he suddenly used. She was drunk, but not completely blitzed. Something strange was going on – something that probably started while she was talking in the other corner of the room.

"Yes. I'm tired, and I want to go home." Elaine said, straightening herself up in front of Peter.

"Well, if you want to see her she's in there," the old man slurred as he pointed at the first bedroom door.

Elaine looked in that direction, then turned back to Peter. He was smiling a little cruelly at her, winking obscenely as he motioned her to go and open the door.

"Well, I don't care what she's doing. I'll just tell her I'm leaving. She can stay here as long as she wants," Elaine said calmly as she strode across the floor. The blonde didn't look around but she could sense that every eye in the room was on her.

"Wanda, now listen, I'm going home and – OH, MY GOD! MY GOD!" Elaine cried out as she opened the door and stepped into the bedroom.

She'd started to tell her friend that she was leaving. But what she saw in front of her made her stop dead in the middle of the sentence. Wanda was crouching on the bed, her big thunderous titties scraping across the bedspread. In front of her was a congressman of about thirty, well-built, and with a thick seven-inch dick buried in her mouth. That didn't surprise Elaine – in fact, she'd halfway expected to find something like that when she stormed into the bedroom. But what shocked her and took away her speech was the dog that was on top of Wanda's back. It was a full-grown, black Doberman. His big front paws were tightly wrapped around the moaning brunette's body, while his hind legs were splayed wide apart. Elaine watched in horrified disbelief as the animal's hindquarters pumped rapidly, heaving his red, knobby dick in and out of Wanda's squishy pussy. Elaine had to shake her head and blink her eyes to make sure that she wasn't dreaming or having some alcoholic illusion. No, it was Wanda all right being fucked by a Doberman!

"My God!" she whispered under her breath, raising both her hands and cupping them over her mouth. Elaine wanted to vomit, but she couldn't help staring in sickened fascination. She didn't know Wanda that well. But she never thought that the girl would go this far in her admittedly wild sexual escapades.

"Fuck her, doggie! Fuck her!" Elaine heard somebody cry out. It wasn't the congressman being blown by the brunette. For the first time Elaine realised that there were others in the room. There were four other men standing against the wall next to her. All four were naked, stroking their cocks as they watched the big dog blast her friend's snatch with his dick. One of them had a German Shepherd who was watching the fucking scene just as closely as his master.

"Ohhhhh!" Elaine cried out, finally coming to her senses. She wheeled around and ran out of the room. Everything was spinning in front of her. Her mind buzzed with the horror of what she'd just witnessed and with the alcohol that raced through her body as she staggered to the front door. "Hey, stop her!" someone yelled out.

"Please, don't!" Elaine cried as she felt Peter body-block her and knock her down to the floor. Normally, she would have been able to out manoeuvre the fat senator and get out. But she was drunk, and couldn't even find her own feet.

"You'll like it," Peter said, pulling her up roughly to her feet.

"Like what?" Elaine asked nervously as she felt herself being dragged across the living room floor. The blonde looked around the room and saw everyone staring and smiling at her. The three women laughed loudly, whispering something to one another as they raised their drink glasses to her as if in some kind of obscene, meaningless toast.

"Come on. Wanda told you. She must have, or else you wouldn't have come here, right?" Peter asked as he continued to pull her across the living room. Gradually, Elaine realised that she was being pulled towards the bedroom where Wanda was.

"Don't!Oh,my God, don't!" Elaine cried out as she suddenly started twisting in the old man's tight grip. She began to see what he had planned. He was going to make her fuck animals just like Wanda was doing.

"Jesus! Doesn't that turn you on? I mean, a woman forced to do that," Elaine heard someone say as the senator dug his pudgy fingers into her arm.

"You're tearing my dress!" Elaine wailed as she continued to struggle.

"Bitch!" Peter cried out as Elaine suddenly bend down and bit him hard on the hand. He let go of her for a second. That was all that Elaine needed. She reached out and pushed him roughly away, sending the fat senator crashing to the floor. As he struggled to his feet, Elaine stumbled towards the door again.

But she was too drunk and disoriented by the liquor in her system. Two other man and one blonde had reached her by the time she got near the door. Elaine felt three sets of hands forcing her back towards the bedroom as she begged and whimpered for them to let her go.

"Don't make me do something like that! Oh please, it's sick, sick!" she wailed as she felt them unzipping her dress and pulling it down to the floor.

"Hey, she's got a great body," one of the men commented as they lifted her up and over the silk pile that was Elaine's evening dress.

"You want to drag her into the bedroom or keep her in here?" the blonde hooker asked Peter.

"Wanda's busy. Why bother her? Have Doug bring in his mutt," Peter said sneeringly as he rubbed his hand and stared angrily at the half-clad Elaine.

"Oh, God, you won't get away with this," Elaine said as she struggled with the two men who still held her. The blonde felt their powerful fingers digging mercilessly into her arms as she pleaded softly with them to let her go.

"Sorry, honey," one of them finally whispered back to her. "You knew what you were getting into."

"You don't understand. I didn't. I didn't!" Elaine insisted, twisting her body like a snake. But it was useless. Their grip was too strong.

"Here comes the star attraction," Peter said, smiling even more obscenely at Elaine.

The blonde turned her head towards the half-opened bedroom door and saw the same young, dark-haired man with his dog she'd spotted in the bedroom. Elaine glanced first at him, then at the handsome grey-and-white German Shepherd that stood panting next to him. Elaine cringed when Peter eyed her and chuckled, giving her a crooked smile.

"Come on, baby. Let's give my guests some action with that hot little pussy of yours," Peter said, walking behind her and grabbing a fistful of her long hair.

"Ohhhhh!" she cried out in pain as the fat senator pulled back suddenly. Elaine felt her knees give way suddenly, and she crashed quickly to the floor.

"Hey, Pete, you're scaring the dog," the handler cried out as Elaine continued to scream with pain.

"Sorry. But nobody fools around with me and gets away with it," the fat man said meaningfully as he looked hard at the kneeling Elaine.

"See, boy. See that? See that pussy? You're gonna get some real soon," the handler said as he bent down and stroked the powerful sides of the German Shepherd.

Elaine eyed the dog nervously. She didn't like what the handler was doing. As he whispered in the pointed ears of the animal, he stroked the dog's furry underside. Elaine was no fool. She knew that he was purposely working up the dog. She could see the animal's big sheathed cock start to jiggle, then throb steadily as the man's big hands rhythmically stroked his belly. The Shepherd was developing an erection, thanks to that massage.

"Come on, Elaine. You must be terribly uncomfortable in that," Peter said, reaching down. The blonde shuddered with revulsion and fear when she felt his fat fingers slowly trail along her shoulders. Even the dog was better than being touched by this slob. Elaine continued to kneel and dosed her eyes as she felt Peter's hand inch down towards her big right tit. In a second she felt his fingers slipping into her bra, scraping against her nipple, then pinching it.

"Hey, come on, Pete. This is supposed to be for all of us, not a private showing," several people in the living room grumbled.

"Sorry," he panted, swallowing hard as she continued to pinch her nipple gently.

Elaine looked up and watched with disgust as the fat man's face blushed deep red with lust. Elaine turned away and looked at the dog. She could just barely see the red, pointed tip of his dick-shaft poking out of the thick, white-grey furry sheath between his powerful hindquarters.

"Okay, get her ready," Peter gasped, backing away and rubbing his palms over the bulge between his thick legs.

Elaine cried out when the two men yanked her to her feet, then dragged her towards the animal. "Shut her up!" Peter cried out.

"I'll just turn this up," the blonde who had held Elaine before said cheerfully as she walked to the stereo and increased the volume.

"No! No! No!" Elaine cried out as she felt someone pulling down on her panties.

"Jesus, look at that cunt!" she heard someone say admiringly.

For the first time Elaine realised that she was completely naked. In that crowded rush, someone had torn off her panties. In a second, she felt her bra slip away.

"Hey, old King's going to come right here if you don't give him a chance with her?" the handler said.

"Okay, folks. Come on, Doug wants to try out his pet on ours," Peter said, gently pushing the crowd away from the frightened Elaine.

"You bastard!" Elaine hissed between her teeth at Peter.

"Darling, I love you, too," he said ironically as he signaled the two men to pull her to the floor.

"Ohhhhh!" Elaine cried out as she felt the two men pull her down by the arms.

"Hey! She's fighting too much," one of them complained as the blonde wriggled desperately on the carpeting.

"Tie her hands to the couch," Peter ordered.

In a few minutes, Elaine found her hands bound to the thick legs of the heavy living room couch. Her feet were free to kick out in defence. But she knew it was useless. Sooner or later, she'd have to submit to whatever Peter wanted her to. Elaine decided that the was best to give in and get it over with.

"Ready?" the handler asked.

"Right, Doug," Peter said, walking back to the bar and leaning slightly against it. Elaine's ass was facing him, but she was able to turn her head around to look at him. God! She'd never hated anyone as much as she did that man. He was forcing her to do this – forcing her to commit this sick, humiliating act in front of strangers!

A deep blush of shame flushed her face as she saw all the grinning faces staring at the exposed, narrow gash. Elaine turned her head slightly and saw the dog look curiously at his master. The man pointed to Elaine's ass. The blonde turned her head away in fear as she heard the big dog bark. The show had just begun…