Donnie\'s Bitch

Chapter 8

Loose Ends Pt 2

While Sam put the kettle on Lady Penelope took the time to speak with Amanda, “You are truly a very fortunate woman to have such a wonderfully intelligent and loving partner as Samantha!  She must really love your mother!  She risked an awful lot in coming to me.”

Mandy nodded and smiled in acknowledgement, “I truly believe that providence has smiled upon me. I thank my guardian angel every day for being blessed with Sammy as well as my mother.  And you’re right!  She adores mum.”

Mandy was starting to like this woman, and for her that was rare; unlike Samantha she generally mistrusted people until she had time to get to know them. She wasn’t sure what it was that made her feel at ease. Sam’s faith in her was certainly a plus; or maybe it was just the straight forwardness and down to earth attitude combined with her air of sophistication.

It struck Amanda that Lady Penelope was someone who could just as easily associate with paupers as royalty; giving the same respect to both, “You’re a rare breed! You’re obviously well educated and refined, upper class and yet you deal in such...”  Mandy trailed off not quite sure how to finish her statement.

Lady Penelope raised an inquisitive eyebrow, “...in such an unsavoury business?” Penelope finished for her, “Careful my dear ‘Judge not; lest ye be judged’ Kings and Queens piss, shit and fuck just the same as you or I! How else would we continue to have our little princes and princesses?”

Amanda was caught off guard by the coarse language enunciated with such eloquence. Lady Penelope’s demeanour had a deceiving quality, but when coupled with her business interests; it wasn’t hard to realise that she would have to be able to get down and dirty at times.  Mandy only then realised what Lady Penelope was saying and her eyes opened wide, “Ohhh I didn’t mean...”

Lady Penelope smiled and raised her hand, looking at her watch, “No need to apologise my dear!  Don’t let my pomposity fool you. The upper crust is no more chaste than the general populous, and in some cases far more debauched.  They are just fortune to have the funds at their disposal for which to buy respectability.  Now I would love to discuss this subject a little further, but right now I need to make another phone call and again I call upon your good nature for guidance.”

Amanda giggled, wondering how anyone could take offence at anything Lady Penelope might possibly say, “I’m all ears; fire away!”

Penelope smiled again, “I have my wonderfully talented Daniel waiting at the kennel where your mother will be taken.  He has been advised to allow no one access to your mother without explicit instructions from me.  I have already gone though with him what I expect to happen and he will stay within those guidelines.  I dare say that Jonathan and Alexander are still enthusiastically entertaining your mother as we speak.  So we still have a little time to spare.  I would like to suggest that you consider a memento of your mother’s night of nights.  My darling Daniel is a brilliant cameraman and does wonderful work in capturing the mood in a most flattering and ...unabridged fashion.  He has his film equipment with him just in case.”

Amanda’s ears pricked at the mention of Daniel’s interest in film.

Sam had been listening to the conversation while pottering around in the kitchen; she frowned, “Daniel? Isn’t he the man I met at the door when I came to ask for your help?”

Penelope’s face lit up with pride, but saw the frown on Samantha’s face, “Yes he is!  And I know what you’re thinking my dear.”

Penelope sighed wistfully, “Daniel may appear to be slow, sometimes almost vacuous, but I can assure you that is not the case; he is merely slightly autistic, but please let me continue before we run out of time.  Daniel would be most annoyed if I wasn’t to allow him enough time to set up.”  Sam came over to the table with a tray, containing tea pot, cups, spoons, sugar and cream.

“If I may be so bold?”  Lady Penelope extended a well manicured hand, picking up the teapot and started to pour, “Now you don’t have to agree as before, nevertheless, I certainly urge you to consider the possibility of getting a record of your mot...; Please forgive me...that is; blondie’s adventures, if only to allow your mother to view it for her own pleasure at a later date, or maybe even posting it on a pay website to recoup your costs?”

The girls looked thoughtfully at each other.  Sam was happy about giving their mother a lasting memento; it would certainly give her hours of pleasurably humiliation, but baulked at posting such a damning video on the web for all to see; although that would also deliver some terrible embarrassment to blondie, “How much would it cost?  Maybe the owner of the dogs could pay? Also, can you assure us that the video would be delivered to us without anyone else getting their hands on it?”

Lady Penelope continued to serve the tea, “I give you my solemn promise that no one will see that video unless you say so!”

Amanda’s mind was racing with exciting new possibilities, “You say Daniel is a competent cameraman?  Does he use analog or digital? What format would the video be in? ”

Lady Penelope chortled, “Ohhh my lord, so many questions!  Not just competent my dear; he is a master!  A talented magician of the visual art!  You should see his work, and the literature he has on the subject is rather extensive.  As for the rest; you will have to talk to Daniel himself, but I do believe he is experimenting tonight with digital; I only know this because he said it would make for better clarity, something about High Definition, but for the life of me, I have no idea why.”

Sam frowned at Mandy’s obvious excitement, “What are you thinking?”

Mandy rubbed hands together; excitement evident in her smiling face, “I’ll explain later, but for now you can tell Daniel to set his equipment up and get all the action”

Lady Penelope was amused at Amanda’s excitement. She had been impressed by Samantha after an almost disastrous confrontation that only served to re-enforce her belief in her methods of interacting with others.  Amanda was so much like Samantha that she had no choice but to be taken by this woman as well.

Flipping open her cell phone once more she hit speed dial, “Daniel!  Yes darling it’s me!  Are you ok, is everything ready? Yes darling, I know you always do as you’re told...you’re my pet... Daniel! Would you be so kind as to set your camera up and catch the performance  on tape; our clients would be honoured...yes darling I know your using  digital cameras, it was a figure of speech...that’s ok...I know darling... yes...yes, I’m sure that would be just divine.

Amanda and Sam giggled at the one sided conversation.

Penelope smiled; it occurred to her that it must sound quite funny to someone who is only getting a snippet of information, “and Daniel my sweet; I don’t have to remind you that the memory cards are to be delivered to me in person; at no time will they be out of your possession. I also want you to make absolutely sure that no other cameras or taping method are used or anywhere near our client.”

Lady Penelope paused, listening, “... then remind Mr Hansen; if he wants a record of the night, he will have the opportunity to acquire a copy at our client’s pleasure. Remember our policy...yes my dear; UDA Utmost Discretion Assured... yes!  I know you will, I know you take your job seriously...yes, as I said to you this morning; you are our clients guardian...yes! You must keep her safe; only allow ...Yes!  as in our briefing!”  Lady Penelope rolled her eyes in mock exasperation, “Yes! That has been approved as well. The men will be allowed; but oral satisfaction only while our client is having her fun with her suitors.  Ok my precious...you have fun now... No! I know you won’t...I meant have fun filming...Yes darling...bye for now.”

Penelope closed her phone and breathed a sigh of relief, “Daniel is such a sweetheart, but he can be tiring at times. He takes everything so literally; if I were to asked him to run up to the top of a fifty story building and get a picture; then he would literally kill himself running ; not walking, not taking the elevator, but run up those fifty flights of stairs. You really have to be careful what you say to him.  That is his autistic nature!”

Amanda frown, “I got the impression that Daniel won’t be actively engaging in ... in the fun and games?”

Lady Penelope sympathetically smiled, “If you saw just how big Daniel is, then you probably wouldn’t be asking that question.  Trust me!  He is as big in manhood as he is in actual size.  Very few women can take on Daniel and walk away unscathed.  I don’t let him play with the clients or my girls; after all I have a very profitable business to run, and having my girls off convalescing is a waste of man power.  Or should that be woman power?”

Sam giggled as Amanda shook her head, “Just how big is Daniel?”  Sam cut in before Penelope could answer by raising her hand above her head and then jumping up as high as she could, “He is huge!  This bloke makes The Hulk look like a midget; he takes up an entire doorway. Trust me!  No one in their right mind would mess with Daniel; I am perfectly satisfied that mum will be safe with him.”

Penelope chortled again, amused by Samantha’s description, “Daniel stands a smidgeon under seven foot, and weighs in at around about two hundred and fifty pounds plus, and it is all muscle.  He is the sole reason I have been able to control my business so successfully.  I owe him much! I have had in the past, the attention of some very unsavoury characters and Daniel has gently, sometimes not so gently persuaded them to look elsewhere to apply their protection racket.  Daniel is fiercely protective of my girls, myself and my business and anyone of my choosing, hence his loyalty to your mother.”

Amanda’s eyes looked like they were going to bulge out of their sockets, and Sam giggled, “You think that sounds intimidating. Try standing in a doorway directly in front of him, craning your neck trying to look up at this monolith. I almost soiled my panties, and most surely would have if it weren’t for his voice.”

Amanda was feeling slightly exasperated, “What about his voice?”

Penelope smiled, “You would think a man of Daniel’s size would have a booming voice capable of knocking down doors however, he has the most wonderfully soft childlike voice. He doesn’t raise it at all.  It has an almost singsong quality to it.  Quite deceiving when you think about how much damage the man can do when provoked, but he is as a gentle as a lamb normally, especially when treated with respect.  As I have said before; he is not stupid, just different.”

Sam wanted to ask a more personal question about Daniel’s manhood, but decided to leave that for a more convenient time and turned to Mandy, “So what’s your idea about this video?”

The two women watched as Amanda’s eyes lit up like sparklers, “I can’t believe that I have an opportunity to test out my program so soon, I would have tried it out on mum’s first video except I destroyed it.”  Sammy giggled at Mandy consternation, and at the thought that she sounded like a giddy school girl, “Maybe we can get her to re-enact it and get Daniel to film it, now stop your babbling and tell us you idea.”

Amanda thought for a moment while Penelope sipped her tea, “Have you seen the music video clips where they transform one face to another without a break in the formatting?”

Both women nodded so Mandy continued, “That is a standard program that some call Facial Point Mapping.  It pinpoints eyes, nose, mouth, ears, etc and then maps the features; merging them from one to the other. My idea was not to actually stop the merging at some point in the flow, but to actually use percentages of certain traits from both faces to get a composite of the two and end up with a totally fictitious one.  It would have features resembling both but when put together the face won’t look like either.  Let’s say I use a nose for example; one pug, one straight.  Using say forty percent of the pug, and sixty percent of the straight nose you can end up with a nose that has a slight turn up on it.”

Sam was getting as excited as Mandy, “You think you can do that?”

Amanda giggled as she blew on her nails and polished them on her blouse, “Not ‘can’... Have!  Mind you it’s only a still photo, but what I have just about finished and would love to try out; is a video program to do much the same thing.  That is way more complex coding as the face will be moving through the frames at varying angles and speeds, so the code needed to track all the necessary data needs to be able to compensate for that movement.  For example; light, dark, shadows and reflections, that sort of thing.”

Lady Penelope was interested in this development.  She had many clients who would be interested in uploading a video if their anonymity could be assured. Lady Penelope was always on the lookout for new ideas that would expand her business. “May I see the photo?”

Amanda was ecstatic that she could show off her achievement, “Sure thing! I’ll go and get them.”  Mandy jumped up and raced off into her den.  Sam grinned meekly at Mandy’s excitement and hunching her shoulders together with her hands clasped between her knees, “Its Amanda’s passion!  She’s actually studying computer code at University, this is just her hobby.  She’s constantly tinkering around with graphics and the sort.”

Amanda came back and dropped two photos on to the table, “Those are the source data I’ve used for my end product.”  Sam looked at a photo of herself and one of Amanda, “Why haven’t I seen these before? She enquired.

Amanda blushed, “I don’t know why I haven’t showed you?  It’s a stupid fantasy, I suppose and I didn’t want to ...make myself look silly.  But I got to thinking about what you said when we were talking to mum about her problem with incest, and I started to wonder, since there is no chance of us actually having our own biological child... Well I got to wondering, so I got hold of a program and hacked into it, then using that as a base; I reversed engineered it, re-wrote the code and bingo! This is the result; actually only one of many possibilities.”  Mandy held the photo with the picture side against her chest.

Sam was touched that Mandy had fantasies of them parenting together, and realised that it wouldn’t be possible unless they went for an IVF procedure, and then it wouldn’t be just their child but some males as well, and it just didn’t seem right.

Penelope held out her hand, “Don’t keep us in suspense my dear!”  Amanda hesitantly handed over the photo.  Penelope without viewing it placed it between the other two.

The two women studied the photos. Sam choked up inside as she looked at the composite, it was Penelope who spoke first, “Ohhh my lord, but she is absolutely beautiful!”  Amanda shrugged, I thought so at first, but by the time I finished it; I realised that a child isn’t made up from a composite of their parent’s features but a melding of generations of genes.”

Amanda sighed, “I told you it was silly.  All this is; is a melding of facial features of two people into one!”

Lady Penelope patted Amanda’s hand, “You’re right my dear!  But true love can never be silly.  Family lines play a big part in how the child will turn out, trust me I should know.”  Penelope tapped her manicured fingernail on her glossy red lips deep in thought, “No! This is deeper; more abstract than that.  What I see here is!”

She positioned the two photos of the girls together about ten inches apart, and centred the composite below them forming a triangle; tapping the composite she mused, “I see here the union of two people, a marriage if you will. Two as one, you might say!”

The two girl blushed as Lady Penelope picked up the composite and displayed it to them, “This here my dears represents ...your marriage.  If I were either of you; I would have this enlarged and framed, then hung over the mantle! ”

Both girls blushed at the compliment and look to each other, Amanda couldn’t think of any other appropriate response, except. “Thank you for your kind observation.”

~...~

The women chatted on into the night on varying subjects, “...Yes! I was educated at Cambridge from a very wealthy and influential family!  Lamentably I was disavowed and in some cases persecuted by my parents for my beliefs and more notably my choice of professions.  I choose to immigrate to Australia to be as far away from my pretentious relatives as I could get. So Amanda!  To reply to your earlier statement; I tried in the beginning to lose the accent; my pompous airs and graces, but found myself slipping back into my original character.  I learned early on that it is almost impossible not to be who you really are. You can change your clothes, you can change your place of residence, you can even change you associates; what you will find most difficult is to change your nature.  You can only wear a mask for so long before it starts to irritate, then have to cast it aside before it suffocates you.”

Lady Penelope stood with her hand flat on her chest, “This is who I am!  And I make no apologies; I am what I am!  A highly educated, of good English stock and a wonderfully talented, pompous hooker,” Penelope’s expression went from self-importance to an impertinent smile, “as opposed to an ordinary run of the mill street walker.  I also found it gives me an edge by keeping others guessing!”

As both Amanda and Samantha fell about laughing; Penelope tittered, “Ohhh so now you think me a comedienne; who said you can’t teach old dogs’ new tricks?”

With that the door bell chimed, and Lady Penelope looked at her watch, “My lord is that the time?  That may very well be another dog returning from her first training session.”  Amanda giggled as she rose to answer the door with Sam following, while Penelope took the liberty of clearing away the china tea service.

Mandy opened the door and immediately knew from her conversations with Sam and Lady Penelope; the man holding what looked like a small child wrapped in a blanket could only be Daniel.  Her head of straggly and matted hair was partially covered and laying on his left shoulder with her left arm up and over his right; the only indication of who this bundle actually was; was a mittened right hand hanging from the blanket and an enormous dark wet patch extending outwards from below her bottom.  Amanda was confronted with two concerns; the first was for the well being of her mother; the second was whether or not to take her from Daniel, fearing him either dropping her in fright or becoming agitated and fiercely protecting her.

Intimidation made her decided to take a step back and bumped into Sam grabbing her hand for moral support, “Hello again Daniel; is our mother ok?”  Sam kept her voice low and soothing.

Daniel seemed to stare down stoned face at the two women for ages before he nodded, “Ma’am!  The lady had a big night! I think she’s kinda tired is all. I tried to clean her up some; but I wasn’t really good at it. Sorry!”

Samantha pulled Mandy aside and gestured for Daniel to come in, “Please come in; Lady Penelope is waiting for you in the lounge room.”

Daniel took off his beret and bowed to get through the doorway, cradling blondie effortlessly in one arm.  Amanda just couldn’t believe Sam when she told her how big he was, and was having a hard time believing it even now.  Both of them actually had to flatten themselves against the wall to allow him to pass in the hallway.

They followed Daniel in as he again hunched over to go through the archway into the lounge, “Daniel! My darling; did the night go as planned? Here! Put her on the couch.”

Daniel laid blondie gentle on the cough, where she moaned and slightly shifted to get comfortable, “I think it went ok Miss Penny, apart from a little trouble with Mr Hansen and Jason.”  Lady Penelope shuddered and sighed, “Please Daniel; as I have said on many occasions; not in front of the clients.”   Daniel’s face screwed up in an apologetic wince, “Now what is this trouble you mentioned?” 

The two girls smiled behind their hands as Daniel screwed his beret in both massive hands as he tried to debate on how to tell Lady Penelope what had happened, “I broke Mr Hansen’s camera and I think I broke Jason’s hand?”  Then he quickly added, “But you I said I had to protect...”  Lady Penelope put her hand up and immediately Daniel fell silent. 

Sam and Mandy were checking blondie over as Daniel related the events.  Her hair was matted with semen and plastered flat on her head; she stunk of cum, but was resting peacefully, so they turned their attention to the conversation, “I am fully aware of what I said Daniel, and I am quite sure you were acting in our clients best interest. I can imagine why you broke Mr Hansen’s camera and I fully understand, so just tell me what happened with Jason!”

Daniel took a deep breath, “It was late and the lady wasn’t movin all that much. I think she was just fucked out by then!”  All three women stifled smiles behind their hands as Daniel went on without noticing, “Jason was skull fucking her and I don’t think she was doin what he wanted, so he told her ‘suck my cock harder you fuckin whore or I’ll fuck you up good with my fists’”

“I told him that he couldn’t hurt her, and he told me she was a just piece of rancid fuck meat and he could do whatever he wanted; that’s when he stepped back and was going to haul off and thump her, so I grabbed his hand and I think I squeezed too hard, cause I felt something click and Jason went down like a bag of shit, holding his hand and screaming that I broke it.”

Daniel had a worried look on his face, “I’m sorry Miss Penelope; I didn’t mean to hurt him, but I had to stop him. Didn’t I?” I think I’m in a lot of trouble now, cause Mr Hansen was real angry.

Mandy and Sam stood gobsmacked, while Lady Penelope giggled behind her hand, “You’re not in any sort of trouble at all Daniel.  You did as ordered!  Don’t worry about what Mr Hansen had to say; by the time I get through with him, he’ll be the one apologising to you and our cute little cum bucket over there.”

Daniel seemed relieved and Penelope turned to Amanda, “Well there we go!  It has been a long night, so I believe it has come time to bid you all farewell.  It has been an interesting evening to say the least. Is there anything that we can do before we depart? 

Sam looked to Mandy before asking, “Daniel would probably cause less stress on our mother if he could help take her upstairs? We would certainly appreciate it.”

Lady Penelope got Daniel’s attention with just the slightest pressure on his arm, “Before you go; I believe you have something for me?”  Daniel handed her the cards and walked over to the couch gently picking blondie up and cradled her in his arms, then following Samantha up stairs. 

Amanda stayed, “I hope there won’t be too much trouble from Mr Hansen?”  Lady Penelope patted her arm affectionately grinning, “There There my dear, don’t you worry about any of that.  I even have it in mind to charge that boorish oaf a ten percent aggravation levy.  He can’t afford to cross me!  I’m the only one in town who will put up with his kinks.  That is besides the fact that I also have information that he would not want publicised. He really does not have a leg to stand on.  As for Jason his chauffeur; it will give me great pleasure to see to it, that he’ll be looking for employment in another state by the time he gets home from the hospital.” Lady Penelope shuddered, “I could never stand that Neanderthal!”

Taking Amanda’s arm she placed the memory cards in her palm, then rolled Amanda’s hand closed and patted it, whispering, “Signed sealed and delivered, I would also be most grateful if I could view the outcome of our efforts, and secondly; would I be allowed to have those photos; you know, bit of a keepsake?”  Amanda smiled, picking up the photos as she pocketed the card, “My Pleasure!  And I’ll see to it you get a copy of the final edited version of blondie’s gala performance.”

Daniel laid blondie on the bed, covering her with the blanket and patting her shoulder, then stepped back looking at Sam, “I’m sorry I couldn’t get her cleaned up better Ma’am, but I had to get her out of there once the shit hit the fan.”

Sam smiled and took hold of Daniel’s tie, gently pulling his head down to her height, then gave him an affectionate kiss on the cheek, noticing then that blondie had left a stain on Daniel’s shoulder, she tried to clean it off, “You did well Daniel, you have nothing to feel sorry for...I have to admit you scared the crap out of me at the parlour but now I’m quite taken with you.”  Daniel seemed to blush as he touched his cheek; no one kissed him like that except Miss Penny, “Awww that’s ok Miss Samantha! I really like you and Miss Amanda; you’re good people and so is ... blondie; your mother!”

As Daniel and Lady Penelope left; Amanda put her hand on Daniel’s arm, “Thank you so much for all the help you gave our mother, I’ll be sure to tell her what you did for her; maybe one day she’ll be able to thank you in person.”  Daniel blushed again, but only nodded as he turned to open the car door for Lady Penelope.

~...~

blondie woke next morning to a start; she tried to open her eyes but found it impossible; with panic setting in she flailed her arms.  Her legs were free so she managed to sit up on what was obviously a bed; she thought, “Whose bed? And where is that bed?  Am I in Jail ...or some perverts cellar?  blondie heard some movement off to one side.  Amanda and Sam had taken turns watching over blondie throughout the night, “Who’s there? Where am I? Why can’t I see?” It hurt to speak as though she was getting a sore throat and sounded hoarse, but atleast she could talk again, “Settle down or you’ll hurt yourself, your eyelids are glued together with a gallon of dried cum.  We didn’t want to wake you up to clean it off.”

blondie gasped, “Is that you sweetheart? Mandy is that you?”  Amanda yawned then giggled, “Of course it is mum!  Who did you think it was?”  blondie shook with relief, “I didn’t know! I thought maybe I was in jail.  The last I saw of you was out in the park, then you left and those men came.  They said they were Animal Control Officers and... an,” 

blondie started to cry from the build up of emotions and because the tears had no way of falling; her eyes started to sting, “Stop crying! And don’t rub your eyes they’ll only hurt more; here let me help you to the bathroom; you need a shower to loosen up all that grunge; God you’re a mess!”  They passed Samantha along the way, “Morning cum bucket!”  blondie stopped sniffling long enough to blush and reply, “Morning Samantha; where ever you are.”

blondie felt the warm water flowing gloriously over her body; she faced the shower head and revelled in the massaging effect of the water as it hit her face, then flow down her chest. As the cum dissolved and she was able to open her eyes; the first thing she saw through blood shot eyes was Amanda in the shower with her. It hadn’t surprised her as she had felt her daughter’s hands running over her arms and legs, helping to rid her of the cum; what gave her cause for a little dismay was that her daughter was naked as well.

Still with her head under the stream of soothing water, blondie watched, and then smiled as water streamed off her breasts and splashed over Mandy.  “Peek-a-Boo!”  Mandy spouted, looking up as she rinsed her mother’s thigh.  blondie sighed, “I have never before been so happy and relieved to see your beautiful smiling face!” she pulled Mandy upright kissing her on the cheek.

Mandy hesitated, and blondie saw it in her face; she stood stock still, straining to see though the veil of water cascading past her eyes.  blondie watched intently as Mandy balked several times with her hand as she tried to reach out and touch her mother’s face. Mandy was torn; torn by indecision; first of all she want to take her mother, and show her just how much she meant to her. She felt guilty and wanted to reassure her that last night wasn’t a malicious act on their part.

She knew where it might lead though, and that frighten her.  She knew if it went too far then she would lose her frustrated edge; a sexual frustration that allowed her to except and participate in Sammy’s masochistic nature and, her mother’s perversion with animals without getting nauseated. What hadn’t helped was viewing the video of her mother’s debauchery with man and beast.

What seemed like an eternity, the two gazed into each other’s eyes. blondie’s lips parted in a simpering gesture; she too was caught by simular demons her daughter was now fighting.  So much had happened to her in the last twenty four hours that her emotions were fleeing in all direction; she shook with the tension of the moment.

Amanda finally overcame her incertitude, helped in no small part by the look on her mother’s face; bring her hands up to part her fringe that was noticeably obscuring mother’s eyes.  Amanda moved ever so slowly into the stream of water, placing a light kiss on her mother’s quivering lips. Moving slowly, and holding her breath in fear.  But ever more surely; she pressed her lips to her mother’s.  blondie felt herself being gently pressed backwards against the cold tile wall and gasped.  Amanda took the advantage and slid her tongue into her mother’s open mouth, lashing the roof and tangling with her tongue in an oral ballet of passion.  Mandy thought she could taste what must be stale cum; never having experienced semen before she wasn’t sure. Instead of making her sick; this thought only fuelled her sexual frustration and desire for release; strengthening her desire to lock lips with her mother.

blondie stiffened slightly at the onslaught, unsure of how to react, knowing that this was forbidden fruit, she trembled with fear of the consequences.  blondie felt her daughter’s erect nipples spearing into her own, exciting her own nipples as Amanda mashed their bodies together.  She fought a losing battle as her darling brought her leg up, rubbing her inner thigh on her hip, twisting her lower leg behind her mother’s, trying desperately to lock herself onto her mother’s pelvis.

blondie caved with a wistful sigh and slid one hand around her daughter’s slim waist, cupping the other behind her head; she knew she was going to hate herself later, but she couldn’t deny Mandy any longer.  For Amanda’s sake she repelled her heterosexual revulsion to the contact and steeled herself to help her daughter to feel justified.  She only hoped against all hope that Mandy wouldn’t hate her for not putting up greater resistance when this was all but a memory.

Amanda felt her mother’s resolve weaken and ran her right hand down the side of blondie’s neck, “I love you mum!”  Sensually tracing the rivulets of water as they made their way onto her mother’s chest; Mandy chased them down massaging as she went; tweaking her mother’s nipple and massaging her breast, relishing her mother’s supply body.  blondie moaned in encouragement and buried her face in her daughter’s wet hair almost weeping at her own lack of willpower as much as the nervous sexual energy she felt emanating from her daughter’s touch.

“My daughter needed me. This is for my sweet, sweet Mandy,” She kept telling herself.

Mandy’s other hand was exploring her buttocks, massaging and pawing her with greater urgency; it was only when she hunched slightly to moved her hand up between her legs, searching for her pot-of-gold that blondie froze solid, bringing her back to reality and grabbing her daughter’s hand;, “Please Sweetheart!  This will only end in tears for both of us.” 

It wasn’t exactly what she meant, but was all she could manage to come out with at this moment; she mentally kicked herself.

Amanda broke down from her weeks of built up sexual tension, and started to cry into her mother’s neck, “I’m so sorry mum, I... I know you said that...” blondie hugged Mandy tenderly, as Mandy slumped into the corner of the cubicle covering her face in shame.

“I know what I said sweetheart, and that’s not the reason we can’t continue,” her mother consoled, lifting her daughter’s chin.

“There’s something I have to tell you and it has to do with last night,” blondie lifted Mandy’s chin a little higher and looked into her eyes, “Last night I... I was a...I’m not good enough for you to... I’m a dog fucker darling, and you deserve better than me, Sammy is your love; she’s the one who deserves your attention.”

Mandy wiped her hair off her face, “I know perfectly well what you were last night!  You were a cum bucket, and fuck hole for every man and his dog.  You fucked and sucked until you passed out.  I know; I saw the video! I watched every sordid detail.  You’re my mother as well and I wanted to show how much I love you.”  Humiliation threatened to swamp blondie’s cunt; now there were two tapes of her indulgent bestiality; she was shocked to hear what Mandy was saying, but heartened that her daughter would commit herself to such a depraved mother. 

In all the turmoil after waking up, she’d totally forgotten to ask how she came to be home.  She felt sure then, that her degenerate life had been discovered.  She was absolutely sure she was going to pay dearly for her licentious behaviour.  Waking up at home was a relief beyond imaginings, “You knew and still you want to...? How?  I mean what happened?”  blondie was in a world of confusion.

Mandy sniffed, “I think I should let Samantha tell you, it was her gift to you!  I just went along with it because I knew you would revel in it.”  blondie cupped Mandy face in her hands, “You mean it was all staged for my benefit?”  Mandy nodded sheepishly, and blondie laughed and knelt down, ‘Well then that changes everything,” she said, looking up into Mandy’s vibrant blue eyes as she gently cupped her daughter’s mons, “I am going to have to be especially nice to your wonderful girl my sweetheart, but for now I think my girl needs a little TLC.” Amanda stayed blondie’s approach, “You said that you can’t!  You said that you hate it!”

blondie sighed in frustration, “Will you quit reminding what I said and open your damn legs young lady. I know what I said! It gives me great pleasure to do this for my daughter even though I get little sexual satisfaction out of it, and since you have already watched your mother in the most degenerate display of her life, and know what I went through.  Then I can safely say that you would agree with me when I inform you that, if anything comes within a mile of my fucked out snatch then I’m going to scream the fucking house down.  I’m so sore that I won’t be fucking anything for atleast a week.” with that she brought her tongue to bear.

Samantha was leaning on the door jamb and heard the discourse between mother and daughter;she softly giggled to herself, “So who loves mother more now my sweet?”  She turned and left, giving them time alone, as she heard Mandy stifle a whimpering moan, “Have fun my darling heart!”

~...~

blondie blushed as her hair dresser tucked the protective shawl around her neck.  She was sure that she must have felt her collar, even though she was wearing a finely woven turtleneck sweater.  The girls had giggled when they announced that she was being taken for a makeover to prepare her for her upcoming luncheon, and forbade her from removing her collar.  Apart from this embarrassment she was truly enjoying all the fuss; manicure, pedicure, facial scrubs and avocado masks were some of what was on offer. 

Right now she could feel Simone, the hair stylist running her fingers through her hair, “Mrs. Thompson! You have absolutely gorgeous hair!  I don’t think I have ever seen it so shiny and healthy.  Have you changed your conditioner?”

Amanda had taken off to do some shopping by herself and Samantha was sitting at a table not more than six feet away getting her nails done, she giggled to herself, “Isn’t it that the old bottle you found that belonged to your mother, Mrs T?” blondie felt her face heat up with embarrassment, hoping Sam wasn’t going to run with this. 

The only thing she had, had in her hair of any significant amount was cum; either dog or man, “Yes! It’s an old family recipe; been in the family for years, but I have no idea what is in it.”  Simone continued to fondle her hair, “Well whatever it is; it has a lot of protein, because that would be the only reason that it’s so shiny!”  blondie felt a heatwave flash over her face, a small trickle escape her nether lips, and Sam had trouble containing her mirth; all to the ignorance of Simone who was too caught up with Mrs. Thompson’s hair, “I think today we’ll only need to give it a slight trim and a blow wave!”

~...~

blondie sat with legs tightly together and skewed to the right, feet crossed and tucked under her chair with hands in her lap.  Sitting lady like, prim and proper was something she had done ever since her days at deportment school, but today was for a totally different reason and nervously searched faces in case she saw someone she knew.  Amanda giggled, “Stop worrying mum, nobody’s looking.”

blondie let out an exasperated sigh, “It’s alright for you my dear and loving daughter, but you’re not the one sitting in a food court, in the middle of a busy shopping mall with your skirt barely covering your arse with no panties on.  Not to mention sitting a pool of slimy you-know –what, and to top that off this turtleneck is so thin that my nipples are threatening to poke though any minute because you wouldn’t allow me to wear a bra, atleast I could have worn a coat; its cold in here you know!” 

Amanda burst into another round of the giggles, “Yes I know!  Your nipples have gone way past threatening!”  blondie looked down and groaned as she saw that her nipples were tenting the fabric of her sweater, she quickly folded her arms across her chest, “now my collar my collar is feeling decidedly claustrophobic!  It feels like someone has just tightened it two notches!”

“By-the-way; who’s skirt is this anyway?  I know it’s not one of mine!”

“It’s one of mine!” Samantha said from behind her.  blondie jumped in fright, “Ohhh god! Don’t do that!  You scared the willies out of me!”

Sam put the tray of food down on the table giggling, “Why are you so jumpy?”

Deep down blondie loved to hear her girls so happy, even if it was at her expense; she unfolded her arms to show her nipples attempt at escape and quickly flipped her skirt up and down to revel bare skin, then just as quickly folded her arms again, “Need any more reasons?” she quipped in an almost sarcastic tone.  This just broke the girls up, while blondie tapped out a tattoo with her fingers on her arm, still nervously searching for familiar faces.

Sam handed blondie a cup of coffee, “For me?” Gee ta! How do you suppose I drink that and keep decent as well?”  Both girls just shrugged smiling, “What about something to eat?”  blondie was almost drooling looking at the food.  Amanda shook her head, “Nope!  Dogs only need to be fed once a day and you’re lucky that we entitled you to coffee.”   “How do you think you managed to fit into one of our little outfits?” Sam cut in, “And besides; they don’t serve dog food, anyway!”

blondie hadn’t thought about it, certainly hadn’t seen herself in front of a mirror in weeks, “You really think I’ve lost weight?”

Amanda fanned her face, “Trim, taught, and terrific mum!”  Leaning close to her mother, so she could whisper, “I’d drop you to the floor right here and fuck you senseless, if I thought I could get away with it!”  Sammy giggled, “What do you mean you would?  You already have in the shower. Remember!”

blondie blushed and Amanda feigned shock, “Did not!” “Did too!”  “Did not!” Sammy put on a false pout, “Damn well did well Too!”  Mandy childishly retorted again, “Did not! She just gave me a tongue lashing!  And ohhh my lordie, it was the only tongue-lashing she has ever given me that I’ve actually enjoyed! So there!”  Sam giggled softly as blondie’s face felt like it was going to imminently combust.  She was looking around while the girls were bickering, “Will you two stop it!  Someone is going to hear!”  Both girls then fell into another fit of the giggles.

Mandy recovered, “Your diet of dry dog food seems to be working, being out in the yard, and keeping yourself busy gardening has toned up your stomach and left you with an all over tan that most bikini models would be envious of!”

blondie smiled at the compliment as she sipped her coffee, holding the cup with both hands keeping her nipples shielded with her arms; the first hit of caffeine in ages gave her a slight buzz, “That maybe true!” then she whispered behind her cup, “But I seriously doubt those so called bikini girls would care to take on my health, fitness and beauty regime at all, let alone long enough to get any practical results out of it.” blondie then stroked her silky hair and scoffed.  That sent the girls into another avalanche of laughter.

~...~

Midmorning on Friday saw blondie standing naked apart from her pink collar, in front of the mirror that was once hers, “The girls are right! I do look good!”  blondie turned side on and ran the flat of her hand over her stomach, watching her reflection intently; where only a couple of weeks ago she had a bit of a belly, it was now flat as a washboard.  Turning front on she checked her hips and thighs, they also had lost the plumpish look, and her tan was indeed all over, with no garish white bikini lines at all.

Taking a closer look at her birthmark just above and to the left of her pubic mound, she noticed it to had darken considerably, defining the edges more clearly; she traced a now manicured fingernail around the outline, “Well I’ll be! Now that’s just downright scary!” she murmured, peering intently at the dark brown stain.  Because of its position, it had never seen the sunlight, as it was hidden with clothing, even under a bikini. She had never taken too much notice before, as a child she always thought it looked like a rocky outcrop laying on its side.  Now she saw it more distinctly and it looked now more like the head of a germen shepherd about the size of a twenty cent piece.  “My mind has to be fucking on me?” blondie shuddered to shake off the eerie feeling.  She was still not comfortable being completely bald down there either, but atleast the girls had done it themselves with a home waxing kit they heated in the microwave, and not someone she didn’t know.  That would have embarrassed her and made her gush, “Damn that hurt!” she remembered, trying desperately to push the previous observation from her mind.  She brought her palms up under her breast and lifted them; her C cups still had a slight drop to them as she expected; she consoled herself , “You can’t breast feed a child for almost two years and keep your perky tits forever darlin.”

The girls entered the bedroom, “Like what you see?” Samantha smirked.

blondie immediately dropped her hands to her side and chewed her lip, “Yes I do like what I see!  Wouldn’t you?”

blondie felt nervous and she couldn’t explain why; she had done this many times; for years in fact. She would get dressed and go meet her friends at the tennis club, idly chat and gossip while enjoying a meal and a few drinks; only this time she didn’t feel like they were friends, more like inquisitors.   She felt like a woman being led to her trial, and subsequently burned at the stake for heresy against the female race.

“Do I really have to do this?  I just know I’m going to cave, and fuck it all up” blondie was close to crying and fought the tears.  Amanda put her arms around her mother and hugged her for comfort, “You know you do!  We have faith in you!  Do this right and you can go back to your chosen life, do this and you’re free of them.  If you don’t!  ...  They’ll haunt you for the rest of your miserable life.  Think of it as tying up loose ends.”

Sammy had laid out the outfit they had decided that their mother should wear, “Ok mum, it’s time to get ready. This is it!”  blondie turned to see the cream turtleneck sweater she had worn to the beauty salon, and realised that her collar wasn’t coming off.  Her nerves were slightly offset by the cream knee length skirt lying next to it, “Atleast the skirt is longer,” she mused.  A tan half jacket lay next to it; “Ohhh goody! I get a jacket this time.” There were no panties or bra, but that didn’t surprise her.  What did surprise her were two lengths of cord and a paper bag, “What’s in the bag?”

Mandy giggled, “I went shopping for some special treats; I know how reluctant you were about today so I thought I’d give you a little reminder of who you really are.  We wouldn’t want you to get too comfortable and fall back into your old ways.  Now would we?” 

blondie sighed and hung her head.  She still found it hard to except that she was now a play thing to amuse her children, and today they were playing dolly dress up; only this was kinky slut doll they were dressing, “No sweetheart, we would want that!”

Sam was rummaging around in the bag and squealed with delight, “A butt plug!  My god and it’s a huge one too!”  Sam’s clit tingled at the thought of having it shoved up her arse but blondie’s stomach cramped into a tight ball, and eyes just popped out of her head.

Amanda sighed in annoyance, “Samantha!  Will you stop prying into things that don’t concern you?”  Sam pouted, so Mandy relented, “Ok then, you can have that one; it’s yours anyway, blondie’s plug has a tail on it.”  Sammy squealed in excitement as Mandy addressed her mother, picking up a tube of lube, “Over the bed, face down arse up!”

blondie stood mesmerised by the big black rubber plug in Samantha’s hand; at the widest part it had to be two and a half inches in diameter maybe three? And eight inches long, fear gripped her like an iron vice; squeezing any sort of defiance out of her.  Her brain was fighting a losing battle with itself, “No No it’s too big! You can’t possibly... It’ll destroy... I’ll never be able to walk...  Ohhh Please god no! Do something! Don’t just let this happen.”  The terror muddled her thoughts; she was confused as to why she didn’t just bolt out the door and run.  All the while her body as if on autopilot laid her on the bed; face down and arse up.

Had Samantha not been so caught up in admiring her plug, and known what was going on in blondie’s head she could have told her how it was happening. 

blondie’s left side of the brain; normally on most people the dominant side, the analytical and rational side was so caught up and traumatised by the thought that her arse was going to be reamed by this gigantic lump of rubber, that it went catatonic and lost all control of her body, so the right side; the one dealing with automatic responses ‘driving, walking’ the things we do without seriously thinking about; this side took over and put blondie right where she was told to be.

By the time she realised that she had lain down it was all too late; her body still refused to do her bidding, the most she could do was grab a fist full of bed covers and buried her face in the doona and tremble.  She felt her daughter’s slippy finger slide effortlessly into her arse; it didn’t hurt as much as it felt uncomfortable, then a cool harder object touched her sphincter. blondie’s body involuntarily tensed, “If you tense up then it’s going to hurt!” Sammy informed her.

There was nothing blondie could do to relax and except what was to be; one set of muscle wanted to scoot over the bed and run, while another set was paralysed in fear; in the end blondie just trembled, and cried into the doona, “Have it your own way mother!” Amanda scoffed and slipped the butt plug home.  blondie screamed into the doona, kicking her legs out in response to the invasion, and shaking violently; the girls looked at each other in stunned amazement, “Ohhh come on mum! It wasn’t that bad; anyone would think we’d used Sammy’s butt plug for Christ sake!” Amanda retorted.

Pain shot up blondie’s arse, but not as much as she had feared.  Her brain wasn’t collating the information being sent back from her body every well at all. With her brain was in overload; she took some minutes to latch onto what her daughter had said.  Her arsehole was still burning, but not badly as she imagined, it was just a little more uncomfortable than when Mandy had lubed her up.

“Your done mum, you can get up now,” Mandy said shaking her head at all the dramatics.

“Is that it?”  blondie asked through sobs of uncertainty.

“Of course it is!  What’d you expect?”  Sammy queried, then pointing to the plug in her other hand she continued, “This?; She picked up the packet that blondie’s plug came in, “This is the one you got!”  With that Sammy showed blondie a picture of her plug; it looked to be about an inch in diameter at the widest, narrowing down to about the size of her pointer finger, then flared out to a disc to stop it from going all the way in and about four inches long, with what looked like a ponytail hanging out of the flat end.

blondie stood up wiping her tears away with an ashamed smile, “Well... yes...I thought...”

Amanda rolled her eyes, “Ohhh please mum!  You’re such a dumb bitch, and getting stupider by the day.  It must be all that cum you’ve swallowed.  I always knew that sperm wasn’t good for a woman!” blondie quivered at the onslaught from her daughter; she could feel her pussy moisten, “If I used that one on you, Amanda continued, “You would certainly be in hospital getting your arsehole reconditioned instead of your luncheon.  Hell!  I don’t even know if Sammy’s going to be able to wear it!”  Sam piped in giggling, “But I can guarantee that we’ll be giving it our best shot!”

“Remind me to book mum in for breast implant after she’s finished with her snob club; you haven’t got any bubble gum on you either by any chance?” Mandy chuckled.

“Blonde, dumb, hung, and full of cum!  Ohhh my god! That’s a tongue twister!”  Sammy giggled.  blondie shuddered, feeling her pussy moisten further.

The tail swishing across the backs of her legs prompted her to turn and look in the mirror.  The tail sprouted from between her cheeks and hung to below mid thigh, about two inches high than the backs of her knees; she knew that she would have to sit carefully not to let it show.  Mandy informed her that they were going to replace the tail with hair from her own head later on; then said, “Collar and cuffs need to match, you know!”

When she finally turned around she saw Mandy’s smiling wickedly with Sammy’s nipple springs in her open hand, “I like...” then stopped, “Ohhh no you don’t!  Now they will hurt, and without a stainless steel bra; there’s nothing to stop them from poking a mile out from my chest!”

It wasn’t to be!

blondie cried out as they attached both nipple springs, but it wasn’t long before the pain subsided to a dull throb as Sammy had promised.  It gave her no end of embarrassment to have the girls flicking her nipples just to see them shudder to a halt; it also made her juice up even more.  By the time she was finished dressing, with makeup and accessories; she looked the typical suburban middle class mother, come socialite.  On the outside atleast!

She looked divine; her full tan accentuated by her cream sweater, cream knee length skirt, tan jacket. A three inch wide tan belt was now clinching a waist that was smaller than she could ever remember.  To go with that, her light brown stay up stockings, and tan five inch stilettos and clutch.   She now understood the reason for the selection of the outfit; it had all centred on her shoes. 

She had bought them on a whim.  They looked more erotic than sluty; it was the colour that toned them down.  blondie had never worn them out of the house; they hurt like hell and she found it hard to walk in them. 

Under this facade; this veneer of respectability, was the degenerate dog fucking whore and cum bucket.  Her collar under the turtleneck reminded her, as did her butt plug, tail and nipple springs.  The cords she had seen on the bed were now root clinching her breasts in a rope bra fashion, making them sit up higher and looking bigger than they really were. Under this thin veil of deception, she felt herself dirty, depraved and perverse.  The girl’s idea had worked well, “Too well!” in blondie mind as she felt her cunt slime slide from her fuck hole and make its way south.  There wasn’t even an iceblocks chance in hell that she could possibly forget just who, and what she was.

It made her shiver with trepidation and delightful humiliation.

Samantha sighed, “You look gorgeous Mrs T!”  Amanda agreed whole heartedly to blondie’s delight, “Why thank you my children!  Let’s hope that nothing happens to make us regret this ensemble of yours!”

Mandy giggled, “I doubt that mum, now out you go and woo the bloomers off those old hags!”

blondie sighed, “Sure you won’t come with me? I could do with the moral support!”

Sammy shook her head sadly, “They’ll smell a rat as soon as they see us.  You have never taken either of us to your tennis club in all the time you have been going.  I’m sorry mum, and besides we have a prior engagement with a butt plug, and from the size of it,” Sammy wiggled her eyebrows, “I think it’s going to take all afternoon to get it stowed away in its rightful place.”  blondie laughed out loud, “You are one sick bitch! You know that Samantha?”

Both girls giggled as Mandy responded, “I know!  I think I’ll string her up be her nipples while you’re at the club and beat some sense into her.”  Sammy squealed, “Ohhh goody, then can I have my butt plug?”  blondie rolled her eyes as they patted their mother on the arse, and sent her on her way.

~...~

blondie cursed her luck.  The only available car parks were miles away from the front entrance.  She steeled herself for the walk, striding off gingerly.  She felt self conscious; her collar seemed to tighten with every step, her breasts pulsed in concert with her rapidly beating heart, her nipples were a dull ache and seemed to be rubbing holes through her sweater and jacket and her heels hurt and made her arse sway, even the butt plug made her have to accentuate that sway just to feel a little more comfortable. 

She felt light headed as though she was going to pass out, and concentrated on her breathing, which only made her breasts rise and fall sensuously. Passing some people on the way made blondie blush slightly; especially when out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of and heard one guy slamming his thumb in his car door while ogling her.  blondie stifled a smile and kept walking, she had to admit it did her feminine ego good to be noticed.

The heat outside made her wish that she didn’t have this sweater and jacket on, her nerves were enough to make her perspire, She also knew that inside was going to be cool, if not cold. The club management always had the air conditioning set just a tad too low for some stupid reason, most patrons complained until they gave up, realising that it did no good and just wore warmer clothing.

“Angela!  You who! Angela...We’re over here my darling!”   blondie didn’t register her name at first; she’s gotten so used to being call blondie, and it took a minute to sink in that it was her being hailed.

Angela waved and sashayed over to her group; it was normal for the women to try and outdo each others in fashion; today with the help of her girls, Angela had trump them in spades, and it showed in their faces as she glided to a halt at the table, “Cynthia! My dear, so good to see you...Mwaaah,” Cynthia returned the air kiss, “You’re looking ...different; we heard you weren’t well?”  Angela noticed Cynthia looking her up and down, “Drink it in darlin! This wasn’t you even thirty years ago!” she mused.

Angela smiled coquettishly then turned to Janet without answering, “Janet! You’re looking well...Mwaaah,” Janet perused her face, “As do you! You have a wonderful tan; sure you weren’t fobbing us off in favour of sunbaking out in the backyard?” Angela shook her head; she was starting to get a little tense but hid it well, “And Marcy! Have you had your hair done?...Mwaaah,” Angela shuddered internally.  She had greeted this shallow group of women in a similar fashion a thousand times before, only this time it made her sick to her stomach at their fallacious greeting.

Cynthia patted the chair beside her, “It’s been so long my dear, how are you? You never said much when you called back. We were terribly worried about you when we heard from the girls that you were laid up in bed?  I hope it wasn’t too serious?  And from what I heard; you’ll just have to get rid of that horrid dog; his fixation with holes will give you nothing but trouble!’

Angela’s breath caught in her throat, she almost wet herself; her stomach tightened in a cold tight ball, making her even more uncomfortable. “What had the girls told her? Damn! I wish they had let me in on the joke.” 

She was sure that they wouldn’t have told Cynthia the truth for her non-attendance at last month’s luncheon “Ummm... well it wasn’t life threatening, just a tummy bug or flu, I’m fine now though.”

Angela skirted the Donnie issue until she could get more information, “It must be my shout; the same as usual?” 

Angela rose; feeling her tail swish around her legs, “I’m not going to make it out of this alive!  I just know it!” She grumbled to herself as she walked off, and then stiffened as she minced her way to the bar; feeling the slippery feeling between her legs and begging the powers that be, she hadn’t soaked through her skirt.

Waiting for the drink order, her clutch purse started to vibrate.  Something else the girls had neglected to tell her.  Paying for the drinks and pointing to her table; the barmaid nodded and indicated that she’d bring them over.  Angela walked off heading towards the toilets while she spoke to her daughter; she want to relieve her worrisome bladder just in case they had more surprises in store for her, clean herself up a little, and check the state of her skirt.

“What did you tell Cynthia about Donnie?... Ha Huh...yeah ...bloody hell! She almost caught me out!  Stop laughing...it’s isn’t funny.” Angela waited irritably for Mandy to compose herself, “What’s that noise in the back ground? ...Ohhh my lord...she’s not is she? ...she’s going to rupture something you know...No!  You’ve got to tell her to stop.”  Angela forcefully whispered, “Ok...but don’t say I didn’t warn you when she ends in hospital getting that thing dug out of her...her you know what! ...stop laughing...I’m deadly serious...Why’d you ring me anyway?  I didn’t even know I had my phone with me.”

By this time Angela had made it to the toilet and was checking the cubicles to see which was the cleanest, “Ohhh really... Are you sure?  Ha huh...yeah...Ohhh right, I see...Well thanks for the heads up... Gotta go; Ok bye!”  Angela scooted into the first cubicle, locked the door and checked the seat.  Hiking her skirt up around her waist, she thanked the girls for not allowing her to wear panties, then realised that her tail was going to fall into the bowl and had to gently ease the plug out forgetting one all important detail until it was too late.

Only after she had sat and started to relieve herself that she remembered what she was contractually obliged to do with her plug before she re-inserted it, “Ohhh god!  My life just gets shittier and shittier by the minute!” She quietly mumbled, looking at the jelly like substance that coated the surface, and completely missing the irony of her statement, “Damn! I could have just held my tail up and out of the way, maybe the girls won’t know if I filch just this once.”  Just then Angela heard a set of heels clicking into the room; she froze and almost cried out; slapping her hand over her mouth and holding her breath she waited.  Another set of footsteps didn’t make her feel any easier, “What is this place?  Grand Central Station or Bondi Beach?”

Then one of the women spoke; “It just had to be Cynthia!” Angela groaned to herself, “Have you seen Angela?  I tell you that woman is an airhead!  She’s disappeared.”  Angela was slightly annoyed, and when the other replied Angela knew it was Marcy, “I saw her talking on her phone, and you know what she’s like.  She’ll be wandering around here somewhere in a complete social coma; either that or she hawking her wares off to all the males in the joint; did you notice the outfit she has on? She looks like a prostitute! Tits in your face; it’s positively disgusting!  I wouldn’t mind betting her reason for not being at the last month was because she’s had a boob job!”  Cynthia cackled, “The boob job, maybe?  But a hooker? Not that Angela!”  Angela was getting miffed, but settled momentarily with Cynthia’s rebuttal, “That bitch is the Ice Queen of the South; that slit of hers could be used for refrigerating an entire city.”

Angela almost exploded, but caught herself in time.  She slammed the plug into her mouth to stop from screaming out, and immediately wished she hadn’t as a dollop of butt jelly roll down her chin and dropped onto her leg.  The two continued oblivious to her presence, and Angela bit down hard on her plug to stem her rage, and stop herself puking, “You know Kevin left her for his secretary!” Cynthia prattled on.  “Yes I know and that says it all then doesn’t it!”  Marcy countered, “Probably too caught up in her own self-importance to put out for her husband; poor man was probably sex starved!”

“Jesus H Christ!  Don’t they ever let up?”  Angela seethed as she subconsciously sucked and chewed on her plug, “You know her daughter’s a dyke! Although Angela’s probably too stuck up her own arse to know.” Marcy added

Angela wanted to scream but her lunges wouldn’t obey her, “How dare that hypocritical bitch bring my daughter into this spiteful gossip session,” she cursed to herself.  “No! Really?  I didn’t know.” Cynthia questioned with delight.  Marcy continued, “Janet told me!  She heard it from a friend of her cousin.”  Cynthia chortled, “When you think about it; having a mother like that; it has to be expected.  Probably saw the way Angela treated her father and decide to stay away from men.”

To Angela’s infuriation they just didn’t seem to want to stop grinding her into the ground.  Normally she would feel humiliated and degraded, getting aroused at the thought, but this was different; this was sheer vindictive treachery.  Angela decided to allow the bitches to finish their scornful palaver, and then wreak revenge. She heard two flushes, foot step to the basins, and water running; all while the two continue to dis her as they dried their hands and wandered out of the toilet.

Angela sat still sucking on her plug, thinking about everything that was said. She cleaned herself up and checked her skirt; after licking her plug, now revelling in the sheer hastiness of it, then she re-inserted it. She shuddered, “Atleast it hadn’t had any brown colour to it! No worse than sucking on Donnie’s cum really!” Angela screwed up her face; the foul taste in her mouth certainly wasn’t from just the butt plug.

Angela shook her head again; she had actually sucked her dirty arse jelly off her plug, then thought to herself with satisfaction, “I maybe a vial lowlife dog whore and arse sucking cum bucket!” She fumed, “But compared to them I’m the Queen of fucking England! As she rinsed her mouth several times.

Angela strode purposefully back to her so called friends; they were cackling between themselves like farmyard poultry; as she approached, they stop before she got within ear shot.  It didn’t matter, she could well imagine what they were saying, “There you are my dear! We thought you might have got lost? Come and sit down and finish bringing us up to date on what you have been doing.”

Angela want to slap the bitch five ways from Sunday, and was just managing to control her anger, “The two faced gossip mongering whore will rue the day she met me.” She contemplated.

“I’m afraid not Cindy!”  Angela watched as Cynthia spiked in response to her name being vulgarized, and the other two watched expectantly, “You see! I have just had some distressing news and I’m leaving, but before I do there is one little piece of advice I’d like to pass on.”   Cynthia recovered and feigned concerned, “Sit down my dear, you’re among friends; tell us, I’m sure we can help.”

Angela lost her composure, “Shut up cunt face and listen!”

Cynthia sucked in a lunge full of air in shock, “Well I never!  I’m offering a sympathetic hand and you insult me.  I will not sit here and be insulted by the likes of you!”

Angela snarled, “You will sit there and listen; and you were right when you said NEVER; but that never applies to finding out who the fuck was in the toilets while you were spewing your filthy gossip to the world.” 

Marcy swallowed the wrong way and started to choke, “That’s right Marcy; you better choke.  It was me in that first cubical listening to all that trash, and fuck face over here just finished telling me I’m among friends.  With friends like you, I certainly don’t need enemies.  What a prize turkey I turned out to be; basted, and then roasted by you three sluts.”  Angela turned to Cindy, There was one bit of truth that came out in there, and that was of my daughter sexual preferences.”

She turned back to Marcy, “You really think I don’t have my daughter’s confidence; that I’m too stuck up my own arse to know what goes on in my daughter’s life.  We’re closer than you’d like to think; I have no problem with my Mandy’s sexual persuasion. They are hers and of no concern of mine or anyone else’s, as long as she happy; I don’t care.  I do have a problem when a sleaze bag like you tries to sully her reputation.’  Still staring at her, Angela challenged her to say something, and without taking her eyes off Marcy, she continued.

“Cindy! Would you like to know exactly how our little Marcy knows of my daughter’s persuasion?”  Cynthia’s ears pricked, after her initial shock, she was now keenly interested in this new turn of events, and she went to reply, “Ohhh shut the fuck up, it was a rhetorical question you moron!’ Cynthia sat back, obviously annoyed at being insulted again.  Angela glared at her and returned to her first victims, “Marcy here and quiet little Janet over there have been rug munching each other for atleast the last twelve months.”  Cynthia gasp, “That’s right!  We have our very own pair of DYKES right here.”  Janet began to cry, “We’re not dykes, and we still love our husbands!”  Marcy punched Janet in the arm, “Shut up!”  Angela sneered, “Ohhh so you’re bi-sexual Adulteress instead? And don’t take it out on poor little Janet; remember we’re all friends!”

Angela saw the grin on Cindy’s face, “Don’t go getting too comfortable you fat slut; I’m not finished you yet!”  Turning back to the others, “Now being friends as I thought we were; I saw no reason to divulge that little piece of gossip. Your business is your business and of no concern of mine.”

Angela was making out that she knew all along about their relationship; it was a lie, all be it a white one; Amanda had told her over the phone only minutes before.  She wasn’t sure if it was true, but right now she didn’t care; mud sticks whether it’s true or false.  Janet’s little confession had confirmed Amanda’s story so she continued, “I kept your secret because I liked you both, and thought you liked me, but when I heard exactly what you thought of me, then I figured it was time to take the gloves off.”  Both women hung their heads, not able to look Angela in the face.

“My daughter bless her soul, taught me a painful but very valuable lesson in hypocrisy; she showed me just how ugly it is, and in that sense you two would have to be the ugliest scuzballs I have ever had the misfortune to know.”

The troubled trio were now looking around nervously, wondering if anyone was taking an interest in Angela’s tirade, “Now before I go I would like to equalize this shindig; I wouldn’t want to let this gossip mongering fat slut here have an edge on the two of you.” 

Cynthia showed a resolve she didn’t really feel, “I have nothing to be ashamed of!”  Angela snickered, “You’re probably right!  A fat slut like wouldn’t be ashamed to be photographed taking her gardeners cock down her slimy throat like some dilapidated cock sucking whore! But I bet it gives you some sleepless night, or it should; especially knowing about that killer prenuptial you signed before your wedding! Doesn’t it say something about walking out with only the clothes on your back? You want to hope that you aren’t taking a shower when Kyle finds out. By-the-way, next time; use more powder; you looked like a drowned rat!  I almost had to put my sunglasses on to cut the shine off your forehead.”    Cynthia chocked and spluttered, valiantly trying to deny the accusation, while the other two smirked behind their hands, “I have never fooled around on Kyle, and I despise your attempt to sully my good name. You have no proof; and stop calling me Cindy, my name is Cynthia.”

Angela laughed out loud, drawing a few curious glances from nearby patrons, “Cindy Cindy Cindy!  You have no idea just how much proof I have!  You’re just a poor little rich hag from the wrong side of the tracks!”  Angela glanced at the other two and saw their eyebrows lift, “Ohhh yes it true!  Would you two like to know how I know?”  Janet was staring, doe eyed while Marcy nodded; she needed something on Cynthia so she wouldn’t go blabbing her infidelities to her husband.

Angela walked around Cindy; her toes hurting in her high heels, but that only strengthen her resolve, “You see unlike the rest of us who are in our early thirties; Cindy here is knocking on the door of her mid fifties, not as she would have you believe; her early forties.  You see Cindy and my mother were friends and I was her flower girl at her wedding.  I have to admit; with enough money you can make and old piece of mutton look almost like lamb.”

Cynthia went to leave, but Angela put both her hands on her shoulders and held her firmly in her chair, “Contrary to popular brief, she grew up in Kings Cross, back when it was a haven  for prostitutes and drug fucked monsters.  Her poor deluded and very rich husband rescued her from a sure fate, but he was smart enough to get her to sign that damnable prenup!

Cynthia struggled until Angela dug her now very long and sharp nails into her shoulder, “and here’s the kick in the arse for poor Cindy here!  Her gardener is mowing her lawn in more ways than one.”  Cynthia objected strongly, “Again you have no proof!”

Angela sneered, “Have you forgotten sending him over to my place when Kevin and I split up?  What is his name?  Serge!   What a royal little French grease ball her Serge is!” She walked around behind the other two and brought her head between them, while looking straight into Cynthia’s eyes, “Kevin didn’t leave me because I was an Ice Queen as she so eloquently put it; I kicked him out because of what he was up too.  I was depressed and listless, things just got left undone around my yard, and it was a total jungle.   So kind hearted Cindy over there decided I need a hand, or is that a cock?  Maybe she put him up to it?  I don’t know.  All the same, Serge was more interested in cultivating my garden than actually doing any weeding.”

“He tried every stunt in the book to get me into bed, but as you can imagine; after my fiasco with Kevin, I was disinterested in anything a man thought he could do for me.  The slime ball said that Cindy and he had a nice little arrangement, and if I was smart, I could benefit as well; even showed me photos on his cell phone after I defend Cindy, telling him he was a lying son-of-a-bitch.  Which also reminds me; Cynthia!  Wearing your ankles for earrings is so undignified for a woman of your supposed stature.”  Cynthia gasped in horror, and Janet stared in disbelief, while Marcy felt relieved.

“You see.  Cindy here even has a whole web page devoted to her adultery. Did you know that Cindy?  That grease ball set it up for you...www.milfs ...something or other .com!  But maybe she doesn’t know.  Shhhh! We’ll keep that as our little secret.”  Angela whispered loudly to the other two.  Cynthia stood and screamed, “How dare you!”

Angela spat back, “How dare I?  You’re the one fucking around on your husband, you’re the hypocrite!  You sit in your ivory tower and feel you have the right to spread malicious gossip, when you’re worse than the rest of us.  People in glass houses should never throw stones!  I found that out the hard way.”

Angela shook with rage and spittle flew from her mouth, “But you’re too stupid and vindictive to realise that, you want to hope that Kyle never finds out.  If he does then you’ll be back popping winos for pocket change before the sun sets.” Angela made an action of pumping her hand in front of her open mouth just to twist the knife.  She was delighted to see it had its desired effect.

“I thought you were my friend, I thought you were my mother’s friend, that’s why I never said anything to anyone.  Like with these two, I respected your privacy and saw it none of my business, but Amanda was right; you’re nothing but an evil skank bitch.”

“You know I gave her the taste of my belt for saying that; I see now that I’ll have to go home, and get down on my knees to ask for her forgiveness.”

Cynthia glared at Angela, “You’re an ungrateful ugly cow Angela! I got you this membership to the club; I have introduced you to the right people; I even introduced you to Kevin.  I don’t know how your poor suffering husband ever thought he loved you.  You think you’re so perfect and pure; He’s better off where he is now.  Out of your life!”

Angela smirked, “A truer word was never spoken!” At the mention of her poor perverted ex-husband; she thought back to the day that the police came to her door and asked her if she knew he was a paedophile, it gave her great satisfaction to know he was now languishing in prison, after being caught in a police sting.

“You can stick your introduction right up your saggy arse, they don’t mean shit to me and right now you’ve only dug yourself deeper into my hate pit!  You just don’t know when to keep that cock sucking trap of yours shut; Do you Cindy?  I’m not perfect, and god knows I’m definitely not pure.  I have my failings like everyone else, I have skeletons in my cupboard just like the rest of you, the difference is I acknowledge them and I’ve stopped criticising others for having the very same failings.”

“And you’re right! He didn’t love me, in fact he used me and abuse the love and trust I had in him,” she said flatly, “not that that bothers me now. I have lost a lot over the years; I lost my parents and sister in a tragic plane crash as you well know; I lost what I thought was a loving marriage and loving husband.”

“And now you three cunts have just destroyed my faith in friendship.” Angela was close to tears, and she refused to let these bitches have the satisfaction of seeing her cry; she turned away from prying eyes and discretely yanked on her nipple spring, taking in a gulp of air to stifle a scream as pain shot up through her breasts like wildfire, making her pain cast her sorrow aside like a mini tornado.  Turning back with determination back on her face, she continued, “But I really don’t care anymore; I have my loving family; I have a daughter who loves me dearly, her partner who thinks the sun shines out of me, and Donnie, my Great Dane who loves me unconditionally, and they are all I need.”

Angela almost felt sorry for Cindy, “I certainly don’t need a loser of a husband, or these wannabe snotnosed bitches, or a vindictive slut like you to make my life complete; you’re all so pathetic that it’s laughable.”

Angela stood back and noticed that half of the patrons were staring; she raised her voice and swung her hands around the onlooker, “What the fuck are you all looking at; none of you are any better. You sit in here on your gilded chairs, sipping your fancy slop, and looking down on the rest of the hard working good people and think you’re fucking gods!”  Angela spun around to encompass the whole room, “You’re all fucked up hypocrites!  Harper Valley has nothing on this shithole!”

She turned back staring maliciously at three very stunned faces.  She suddenly felt light headed and euphoric, all her anger and frustration dissipated, all the years of uncertainty, remorse and guilt just vanished,  leaving her riding an adrenalin high, feeling tingly and good inside, “Phew!  That feels better!   I suppose now is a good time to bid you three a not so fond farewell, since I’ve just now handed in my resignation to the club members.  Don’t bother getting in contact with me ever again, or I’ll actively go out of my way to see to it that each and every one of shitheads pays dearly!”

Angela seemed to stop and think, and then addressed Marcy and Janet, “Does either of your husband’s know what you get up too on your nights out?”  Both were still too stunned and scared, so just simply shook their head, “I thought not!  Here’s a little bit of advice in case slut features over here decides she’s not going down alone.  Find some way to tell your men. You love them right? You’d be surprised just how many men like the idea of a little girl on girl action; especially if there’s a remote chance that they might be able join in.  You never know; there might even be a foursome in the making; sure beats any foursome in the offering around here.”  She smiled and winked conspiratorially at them both.

Angela turned, feeling the delicious feel of her tail again sweeping across her legs, “God I wish it were real!  Then stopped and turned again, “There is one other thing I’d like to know?” Waving her finger between the women sitting ashamed at their table, “Can any of you actually play tennis?”   The faces staring blankly back at her made her laugh, “I thought not!  Now why doesn’t that surprise me?” she said giggling as she again sashayed for the door.

Spotting a man sitting forlornly sipping his beer she walked straight up to him and slapped the surprise kiss right on his lips, “What was that for? He stammered, “Ohhh! Just thought you needed a kiss to brighten your day.” She purred.  Turning and eyeing her ex-friends, noticing they were still staring at her, she kicked her leg back, cocked her head high and did the sexiest grind she could muster toward the exit, sighing contentedly as the murmur of patrons was drowned out by the closing of the automatic sliding glass doors.

As Angela sauntered across to her car, relieved that her ordeal was over; she thought, now that her luncheon had come to an abrupt halt, “There is one last loose end that I need to tie up!”

       ~...~

blondie walked back in the door and spotted Amanda on the couch reading a magazine.  She was overflowing with joy and happiness; her day had turned out so much better than she had dared hope. Amanda smiled to see her mother looking so full of life, “So I take this to mean that your luncheon with the bitch club went well?”

blondie threw her arms around her daughter and kissed her passionately, “You have no idea my darling! I do love you so much!”  Sam entered from the kitchen, “Hey! Can I get some of that action?” She giggled.  “So you’re not in hospital getting a replacement arsehole?” blondie queried.  Sam giggled, “If that bitch over there hadn’t bitten my clit when she did, I’m sure I’d have got it in.”  blondie swept across to her and gathered her up into her arms, “I can’t let my other daughter miss out on getting her fair share of my love, now can I?”  blondie gave Samantha a kiss that almost took Sam’s head off, “Wow!  Mandy! Lend me your lip balm or I’ll chaff for sure.  What on earth has made you so happy?”

blondie smiled at both girls, “Because I have not one but two wonderfully intelligent girls who knew I was stronger than I thought and pushed me kicking and screaming into something they knew I had to do.  And because I can now say that I am truly free.” She threw her arms up and spun around, “To you both I thank you from the bottom of my heart!”

~...~

blondie started to undress; she had wanted to get back to normal ever since she left the club, but had to run a not so small errand before she came home; it was possibly her last chance to finish with her previous life.  As the clothes hit the couch; blondie started to relate her luncheon date.

Both the girls had either eyes as big as saucers, giggling like school girls, or downright angry at what those bitches had said, “... You mean while I was on the phone?”  blondie shook her head from inside the sweater, “No!  I had hung up by then...” they listen intently as she continued to lay it all out.  “So my little bit of information came in handy then?”  Mandy asked, “I wasn’t all that sure but I thought I recognised them.  They were all over each other at a nightclub one night.”  Finally blondie was naked and finished the telling of her day; all except for her collar and tail, asking them if she could keep the tail for awhile longer.

Amanda smiled, “Sure mum but remember what you have to do once it does come out?”

blondie blushed, “Too late, I already have!  I forgot to tell you.”

Both girls screwed up their noses, “Ewwww! We don’t want to know the details; that’s way too much gross information.” Then Mandy’s eyes ballooned, “Wait a fucking minute!  You just tongue kissed the both...” blondie started laughing; as she revelled at getting the girls back, “Yes I know!” she drawled, “You seemed to like it though?” She giggled, as the girls looked around for something to use to rinse with; Mandy was just about to yank some flowers out of a vase before blondie added, “Ohhh for heaven’s sake you’re a couple of pussies!  Stop your worrying!  I brushed and gargled before I came home!”  blondie was on all fours by now and the relief on the girls faces was magic, “We dogs don’t care what you human’s think; which brings me to my next enjoyable past time.  I am going outside and suck on Donnie’s cock until he cums, just so I can get rid of this foul taste in my mouth, I got from my meeting with those hypocritical gossip mongering whores.”

Both girls broke up laughing and blondie looked at them as if they had lost the plot, “What’s so funny?”  The girls just kept laughing; then it dawned on her and she hung her head, “I know...I was just like them only a month or so back...Ohhh god; now the taste is getting worse!  Damn I hate this...now I’m gonna have to lick his arsehole as well,” She grumbled as she slunk out the back.  blondie heard the girls absolutely pissing themselves laughing, and smiled as she crawled into her kennel.

Lying down beside Donnie she thought, “Home sweet Home at last!” it had been a long and emotionally draining day; she draped her arm over Donnie and fell fast asleep.

To be Continued...