CHAPTER 43

Claire Davis sat in Mrs. Hill's office, located just outside the kennel doors and only a short walk from her grooming station. Claire could hear the occasional bark and playful whine coming from the kennels and it made her teenage pussy tingle.

"You've done very well here, Claire," Mrs. Hill said. "You really have a way with animals. They seem to sense your love for them. And I'm really pleased with how you handle the male dogs. Even the aggressive ones. I was actually thinking about getting rid of the King until you tamed him."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hill," Claire said. "I'm glad I could help. King is actually very sweet." She continued, basking in Mrs. Hill's praise. "It's all about being nice to them and knowing what they want. And most guys; men or dogs, want the same thing. Food and pussy."

Mrs. Hill was used to Claire's unfiltered talking. She hoped it wouldn't cause her embarrassment someday. "Well, there's more to a dog's life than that, Claire." Mrs. Hill smiled. "There's walks in the park, scratches behind the ears, meeting your friends—"

"And sniffing butts." Claire giggled.

"Yes, and sniffing butts," Mrs. Hill gave a resigned smile and thought, 'Oh, how youth is wasted on the young.'

"Is Candice still coming to pick up her dog tomorrow?" Mrs. Hill asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah," Claire said. "Candy's getting impatient and Prince is as ready as he is going to be. I've been training him every night, and I'm exhausted. He's very, uh…, what's the word again? Eager. Yes, he's very eager. Eager for the beaver." She giggled again.

"Well, he's young," Mrs. Hill said. "But young and eager can still be very nice." Mrs. Hill winked at Claire and the two shared a knowing grin.

"Have you settled on a price for your training yet?" Mrs. Hill said. "You need to get paid for all of your hard work."

"Not really…," Claire began. "She's a good friend of my mom's and she's already paying a lot for the dog."

"Well, I've been breeding my special dogs for a while now and I can't give them away, you know."

"I know," Claire said. She had many opportunities to examine Mrs. Hill's 'special' breeding stock. The kennel owner had bred them for very specific traits; large dogs with long, pink, tongues and long, thick, cocks, designed to fill a woman and perhaps poke her cervix as they mated. She also bred some slightly smaller dogs; still with long tongues but designed with thick, shorter, cocks, to ensure they lock tightly with their lovers while leaving some room to spare, so they can continue to fuck their masters after tying, and prolonging their enjoyment.

"I just don't know how much to charge her," Claire whined. "Maybe a hundred? Or what about two hundred dollars? That almost seems like too much to ask."

Mrs. Hill scoffed audibly. "Claire, how much time have you already spent working with Prince? And how much money does Candice's husband make? A lot! A fully trained sexual companion dog is worth much, much, more than a couple hundred bucks. If you want to help a charity case that's up to you, but you know she can afford it and is willing to pay you very well. Don't sell yourself short."

"Well, like I said, I've been training him every night," Claire said. "That took away a lot of my free time, and I got quite a few scratches, too."

"And, does he know that trick you told me about? Going slow or fast on command?" Mrs. Hill.

"Yes, he's pretty good…, but like I said, he's still a bit too eager, but Candy promised she would keep up with his training—"

"Claire," Mrs. Hill interrupted. "Considering the time you've put in and the tricks you've taught Price, he is worth a lot more. Just so you know, I can get five, ten, or even twenty thousand easily for a dog like that, depending on the dog and the client, of course."

"?" Claire's eyes widened in surprise. Her mouth fell open.

"There are a lot of rich, lonely, women in the world, Claire. Horny women who are looking for a loyal companion and a fierce protector." Mrs. Hill looked at Claire closely. "And an affectionate lover," she added.

"I guess so," Claire said. "I know I really love my Duke. He's way better than any boyfriend."

"I'm sure he is," Mrs. Hill said. "Hey, would you mind sharing with me," Mrs. Hill asked sweetly, "how do you train them so well? I've never seen dogs so well behaved in such a short time."

"Right now?" asked Claire.

Mrs. Hill nodded. "Yes, if it's OK."

"Sure, I will!" Claire stood up and fumbled with her belt. "I'll go get—"

"I meant behavioral training, Claire," Mrs. Hill quickly added. "Well, for now, anyway." She smiled.

"Oh!" Claire pulled her pants back up and sat down again. "Well, to get them to behave on a leash, I let them smell my panties when they are good, and take them away when they are bad, and make sure they know why they can't sniff 'em anymore."

"I see."

"You have to get them really wet and smelly first," Claire explained. "Dogs really seem to like my pussy."

"Yes. I can only imagine."

"I do the same thing with other commands," she explained. "For sex things, I use those trigger words, like you taught me."

"Like?"

"I use 'bitch' words. "Like Sniff-the-Bitch, Lick-the-Bitch, Bitch-Hand-Job, Bitch-Blow-Job. You know?"

"I think you may have mentioned it before, but I may have forgotten," Mrs. Hill said. "And for intercourse?" she prompted.

"Oh, my favorite!" Claire said. "I use Fuck-the-Bitch, and Fuck-the-Bitch-Fast or Fuck-the-Bitch-Slow." Claire prattled on, "I promised Candy I'd try to teach Prince Fuck-the-Bitch's-Ass, but I have to wait until she can help me train. He's too big for my little butt-hole." She giggled again.

"I'm sure you could teach them anything you put your mind to." Mrs. Hill said.

"Thanks!" Claire beamed. "I think so too. Dogs are so smart. And sexy!"

"Claire," Mrs. Hill began. "I have a proposition for you. What would you think if I gave you a few of my special dogs to train, like you've been training Prince? And, when they're ready, I'll sell them and split the money with you, minus my breeding fees, of course. I can do all of the protection training for now, until I can teach you how to do it yourself. And maybe you can teach me some of your 'special' training techniques. Teach this old dog some new tricks, so to speak. What do you say?"

"Wow! That would be so cool!" Claire said. "Thanks, Mrs. Hill!"

"So, how many dogs do you think you can train at one time?" Mrs. Hill asked.

"Well," Claire began, "Just training Prince took most of my afternoons. And, after doing all the dog walking in the mornings, the grooming and cleaning, I—"

"Claire." Mrs. Hill stopped her. "I'll find another groomer. I want you training my dogs full-time. Eight hours a day. Plus a half-day on Saturdays until school starts, if you're willing."

"You'll let me play with your dogs all day long? Can you pay me too?" To Claire, it was too good to be true. Having sex with a bunch of Mrs. Hill's special dogs, and getting paid for it?

"Whoo-hoo!" she exclaimed, jumping out of her chair and making spontaneous humping motions. Then she thought about some more. "If I was training them all day, and if I spent at least an hour or two on each dog, that would be…," Claire screwed up her brows to think. "…plus Saturdays…"

"Let's start you off with just three or four, and see how you do, OK?" Mrs. Hill said. "I'm thinking you could also help with some of the kennel work, and maybe help me with the obedience training classes on Saturdays." Mrs. Hill added. "And, I think you deserve a raise."

"A raise! And I get to train a bunch of your special dogs? I should be paying you! I can't wait until I tell my mom!"

Mrs. Hill smiled at Claire's eagerness. "We can talk more tomorrow, it's getting late. You run home, and I'll lock up tonight," Mrs. Hill said sweetly.