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In The Dog House Ch. 01

By: nicecthulhu



I appreciate all votes, comments and feedback from readers. Thank you to searchingforperfection for all his work in editing this story. 

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"What a bitch!" he exclaimed, looking at his cheap watch for the tenth time. They were both supposed to be on location at eight a.m. "Where the hell is she?" he complained. 

A taxi quickly drove up beside his own car and a blonde waved to him from the back seat. He watched impatiently as she discussed payment with the taxi driver and then handed over some bills. He had to admit she was photogenic. The television cameras absolutely loved her. She had long, blonde hair with enough curl in it to give her an unprepared look, or perhaps it was a 'just rolled over in bed' look. Her eyes were light green. Her lips were red and full. She would never win a national beauty contest, but even without make-up she stood out. As she let herself out of the cab he got a glimpse of her long legs. "Damn!" he quietly swore. She was wearing tight jeans that, unfortunately for him, covered her lovely legs, but they were tight enough to emphasize her round, firm butt. She was definitely not some skinny model, but she was not overweight either. Her bottom had a little padding and other than that her tits were about the only visible store of fat on her. Clearly she didn't need to wear a bra. He believed the rumours that her breasts were all silicone; they just looked too firm to be natural.

He took another appraising look at the woman as she stretched to grab her bags from the back of the taxi. Today she wore a loose fitting, almost transparent, white top that looked to be made of lace. The front had a double or triple layer of material down the middle to make it opaque. It was tied up over her chest with a white string dangling down to her navel. The top offered a nice view of her cleavage, but she kept the string tied tightly enough that even if she bent over no one would see much more of her breasts.

As the taxi raced off, she calmly walked over to the impatient man. He was in his late thirties and wore jeans and a t-shirt with Led Zeppelin written across it. The shirt was torn on one of the sleeves and his jeans were loose and unfashionably faded. 

She offered him her hand and performed her camera-freezing smile. "Hi, I'm Jolee Rider. You're Wilson, the cameraman?" Her voice was higher than average for a woman, but not squeaky. He remembered that she was well known for her TV voice, which was a little huskier than her normal talking voice.

While grumbling he wondered, who the hell did she think he was, standing here waiting in the appointed spot holding a heavy and expensive video camera in his hand? "Yeah, that's me. You're two hours late."

Her smile disappeared. "I'm sorry. It couldn't be helped. Some of the girls..."

"I don't give a damn," he interrupted. 

That was the problem with the TV business, she thought, no one really gave a damn about anyone or anything. She had stayed up until two a.m. listening to a long sob story from one of the contestants. Jolee had done what she could to encourage the young woman to continue with the contest. After all, the quarter million dollar grand prize for the winner was nothing to sneeze at.

"So, are you ready? The producer told me the girls will all be going to that dark three-storey building across the street," he asked as he lit a cigarette

"You're not actually going to smoke that, are you?"

He gave her a dirty look, then cast the lit cigarette to the ground and put it out with the toe of his shoe. "So I guess you're ready, then." It was a statement and not a question. He lifted the camera up to his shoulder and started recording video of the street and the outside of the building. It was a Monday so there was some traffic, but this wasn't a big city and they weren't near the business core; so it would be a simple enough matter to walk directly across to the building.

He had been warned about her by other people on the show. Jolee Rider might seem all warm and cuddly and look like the type of woman you'd pay big money to sleep with, but she was an ice-queen. A few guys had tried to chat her up and she had shot them down mercilessly. The contestants seemed to like her, though, and the viewers certainly did. He thought it odd that the contestants, all pretty young women and similar in age to Jolee, didn't treat her like a rival. In fact, they were all quite friendly with the show's hostess. He hadn't seen anything like it in his twenty-odd years in the business. Usually young women like the contestants were all catty with a host like Jolee Rider, being envious of her face and body, and hoping one day to replace her.

Jolee grabbed the filming instructions from her bag and then reconsidered reading them. Wilson seemed to want to get on to business right away and her comment about the cigarette probably made him think she was prepared, even though she was not. She gave him a small smile to try to make him warm up to her.

She always seemed to have trouble with men in this business. The first producer she met fucked her over, literally. He wined and dined her and told her she was guaranteed a spot on his show. He seemed really smitten with her, but it was all an act. The day before the filming started he announced another girl had gotten the job; and from the long kiss that the two had in front of the cameras, Jolee had deduced that the producer had been sleeping with that girl as well.

Jolee had been with this reality show through all seven episodes so far. The girls were given risque situations to participate in and then any that refused to go along with the flow were out of the show. There were supposed to be twenty episodes in total and although they had started with thirty girls, who all thought they were onto easy money, they were now down to just fifteen contestants. The worst loss, although it was also the episode with the biggest viewing audience, was the S&M club. The girls had to dress up in outlandish costumes, some that showed quite a bit of skin. While none of them had to actually have sex with anyone there or even submit to being touched, four girls had walked out of the show rather than put on the revealing costumes and consort with people who they had considered to be depraved perverts.

Jolee had put up with her costume that bared both her breasts, as the producers had arranged for a blurring effect to conceal enough to televise. She also had been required to role-play some S&M scenes, as a preview of what the girls 'might' have to do. There wasn't supposed to be any real sexual contact, but in one scene she had nothing covering her pussy or bottom and a male club member was supposed to place his hands over those private spots on her body, as if his hands were a g-string. In the middle of the recording the creep had stuck a finger into her vagina and given one of her cheeks a squeeze. She had squirmed in an attempt to get his finger out, but the crew had ordered her to stop moving so they could get their shots, not realizing what the guy had been doing.

While she had been terribly embarrassed about the unwelcome probing, she had been surprised to find that the contact had made her very wet. She had used the towel that she had been given to cover herself, to discretely grab his hand and dry his finger as he pulled it out of her pussy. Jolee feared that someone might see his finger glistening in the lighting and deduced what the man had done. Prior to that, the last time she had engaged in any sexual contact had been that jerk of a producer six years earlier. After that, she had made a promise to herself to keep her legs closed while she focussed on her career. The men she worked with seemed to resent her for it, but all she could do was tell them she wasn't interested and hope they would stop making advances towards her.

Wilson was tapping his foot impatiently. "Can I put this bag in your car? It has all my extra clothes and personal effects. I'll put my purse in there, too. If that's okay with you?" She gave him another smile.

"Yeah, sure." He clicked on his keychain and the car beeped as it unlocked. He thought, 'yeah, sure you bitch. You're all smiles when you want something from a guy, but when it comes down to a guy wanting you to put out a little then he's out of luck.' 

He locked the car door once she was done.

"Get a shot of both angles on the street, Wilson. I don't know which direction the contestants are coming from." He did so while muttering to himself. "I'll do a voice-over later describing the street and the exterior of the building."

Exterior? He wondered if she intended to actually go in there. He thought this time the girls were just going to go into the entryway, talk to the doorman and then leave. Wasn't this place supposed to be a little more sinister than the S&M club?

"You did read the instructions, didn't you?" Wilson asked.

She gave him a startled look. "Why of course I did. I'm a professional. Why did you ask me that?" Jolee was concerned about looking unprofessional and not knowing her instructions would be a black mark against her. She had meant to read the instructions given to her yesterday afternoon, but one thing after another had prevented her. In the taxi, she had to keep telling the driver to watch the road as his eyes kept wandering to the reflection of her chest in the rear view mirror.

"No reason. No reason." Wilson guessed that he had just misheard the producer's discussion. Or maybe someone up top had changed their mind. In any case, it wasn't his problem. He just had to get the video, return it to the studio and then he was done with this blonde bitch for a few weeks. "I've got my shots. Let's go across the street and see what the place looks like up close."

The two crossed the street together, hesitating once as an angry driver sped up and honked his horn at them. The building had an exterior of rectangular, dark stones in a random jumble of sizes. The windows on the first floor all looked like mirrors and nothing could be seen inside, though they both tried to peer in. The windows on the second and third floor looked to be normal windows, but as Jolee was watching one of them darkened as if it had suddenly been polarized. In front of the building there were four steps leading up to a roofed entryway that was about twenty feet square in area. The steps were one solid piece of dark green basalt. The entryway had what looked to be a gold oil-lamp in the center of the ceiling. The door had a symbol in its center: a silhouette in bronze of a kneeling, naked woman that was as large as a man's hand.

"This place looks expensive," said Jolee. She peered about for some way to open the door, but there was no latch or handle on the massive, dark, steel door. Jolee examined the bronze symbol closely. The craftsmanship was so fine that she could see a nipple projecting out from the woman's breast and some bronze hairs curling up from the image. She gently reached up and caressed the bronze, curious to see what the texture would be like. As she touched it the door quietly began to open inwards.

Jolee quickly backed away a little and stepped on Wilson's foot with her heeled shoe.

"Watch where the fuck you're stepping!"

"Sorry. Quick, get some video of whoever is opening the door and as much of the interior as you can."

"Like I wasn't already doing that," replied Wilson, taking weight off the injured foot.

The door swung wide, revealing a carpeted and panelled interior with the image in bronze repeated on the walls and ceiling. Jolee couldn't see anyone inside. Open, the doorway was one and a half times her height and wide enough so three of her could walk side by side into the room. She walked into the silent chamber and motioned for Wilson to follow her.

"Like I was going to wait out here. I know how to do my job, you know. I'm not a complete idiot." As Wilson stepped in his voice became muffled.

Jolee frowned. She hadn't meant a slight against Wilson. She had heard he was one of the better cameramen hired for the show, although there had been whispers that he was selling unedited footage over the internet and he was known to ogle the contestants more than he should. The contestants had voiced concerns about Wilson before the girls had been obliged to walk two miles along a beach full of cavorting nudists. Of course they had to strip down for the challenge, but since everyone else was nude and it was an adults-only beach, it wasn't a real challenge.

Jolee had been required to walk the beach naked and alone the day before the girls did and eight guys propositioned her, some not very subtly. One had stood in front of her with a big smile as his erection grew. She had hoped that someone would intervene in her behalf and when no-one did she jumped into the surf, hoping to avoid the guy. He had followed her into the water, thinking she was looking for somewhere less public for a quick fuck. She was a good swimmer, but he was better and he caught up to her while they were swimming in about fifteen feet of water. He put his arms around her and kissed her cheek. His cock pushed against her pussy hair and then slipped between her legs, tickling her. They had both been underwater, so she was not able to tell him to stop and she had been surprised that he had actually caught up to her. She pushed away from him and pointed up to the surface. Apparently he misunderstood her wish to speak to him on the surface as he nodded once, grabbed her head and held her down while he swam to the surface. He pushed her face up against his erection and tried to push it into her mouth, which she kept firmly closed. She grabbed his thighs with the intention of pushing him away and he suddenly came directly into her face. Luckily the seawater diluted much of the semen but she could still feel stickiness on her cheek. He released her and when she got to the surface he said a quick 'thank you' and then swam back to shore. She was astonished. Had she just been raped? She didn't quite think it qualified as a rape, but it was certainly unwelcome. She was raked over the coals, as the producers lectured her later about wasting everyone's valuable time while she went frolicking in the water with a stranger. They had to carefully edit around her meeting the guy with the erection, although one of them said they had a beautiful shot of her rising from the surf like Venus, with her wet hair and glistening tits. She believed part of their anger was over the fact that she had, at various times, refused to have sex with each of them. They replayed the video of her and the man on the beach a dozen times with her sitting uncomfortably in the same room.

Jolee looked about this chamber carefully, figuring out camera angles and exactly where the girls should stand. The carpet was thick and there was a mat immediately in front of the door, which slowly closed behind them. She watched Wilson pan about the room and then head over to an obsidian plaque beside a second door. There was a small drawer below the plaque. Beside the black wooden door was a small buzzer. This door, leading deeper into the building, had a doorknob, although it looked to be made of gold. How much money do these people have, Jolee wondered? She stretched a finger out to the buzzer.

"Wait a minute, blondie. This plaque is a list of rules and regulations and says it must be read before the buzzer is pushed for entry."

"Okay, what does it say: no shoes, no shirt, no service?" She smirked at him, but he simply frowned in response to her joke. Not willing to give me an inch, eh Wilson, she thought, but you probably want to give me six.

Wilson's camera suddenly clicked. He examined it closely and then swore quietly.

Jolee glanced at the plaque. 'Regulations for the Lupinus Major Club. Rule 1. Dues are to be paid up before entry is allowed. Rule 2. Entry by invitation only.' She stopped. She didn't remember seeing an invitation or card for this place in the papers she had been given. But then she hadn't had much time to look through the papers. She or Wilson could run out to his car and take a quick look, but then the cameraman would think she wasn't prepared and word would get back to the producers and she might be replaced. She was popular with the viewers mainly because of her tight tops and short skirts, but she knew there were a thousand other women who looked just as good as she did. I'd better buzz and act like I know exactly what I'm doing, she thought. Damn that contestant and her sob story taking up all my time last night. Jolee then felt guilty about blaming the poor girl for her own problems today.

She rang the buzzer just as Wilson seemed to get the camera working again.

"Yes. Who is it?" asked a man's voice in a very calm and gentle tone.

"Hi. I'm Jolee Rider from the TV show 'Take a Chance Girls' and with me is a cameraman named Wilson. We'd like to come in, please."

There was a pause. "Ah, yes. I have you on our security camera now. Did you really read the regulations, miss?"

Jolee eyes opened wide. She obviously hadn't read the rules, but there was a camera on her and she had to make out like she knew what she was doing. "Why yes, I have read the rules, but I haven't been here before so I may need a little reminder every once in awhile." She smiled her sweetest smile, guaranteed to make testosterone race through any man's veins, and then flashed it around the room. She couldn't see a security camera anywhere. "Quick read the rules, Wilson," she whispered to her associate. 

"Miss Jolee Rider, if you are aware of the rules then you are fully aware that no female enters the Lupinus Major Club clothed. If you wish to enter, please remove all clothing and deposit it into the chute. It will be cleaned and returned to you when you leave."

Jolee frowned for an instant. Remove my clothes, she wondered? Oh, the producers have come up with a good one this time. There would be lots of skin to increase ratings and a bit of subtle blurring to please the censors. Okay, girl, just remember the S&M Club and the nude beach and let's hope these rich guys are more respectful of a girl's personal space than the two jerks I met before. She turned to Wilson. "Take a few steps back and get some good video of me undressing. I'll do it as risque as I can. Wait a minute, Wilson, put the camera down and train it on me. You read all the regulations while I'm undressing."

"The camera doesn't work like that, sweetheart. I have to hold it to get a video and there's nowhere I can set it to get a good angle of you peeling anyway." Jolee noticed the anticipatory smile on Wilson's face, while she cringed inwardly at his use of the word 'peeling'. She wondered if this would be the highlight of her career decades from now: she stripped on camera much like any bar-room stripper would.

"Uhm. Okay, you concentrate on reading the regulations while I take my clothes off. You just keep the camera steady and I'll make sure I stay in the frame."

Wilson turned his head to start reading the regulations. Jolee watched him for a few seconds, but missed him flicking the viewer on the camera with his thumb. As she began to slip off her shoes, his eyes drifted to the viewer and he licked his lips. Next she began to unzip her jeans and she slowly worked them down her legs and then stepped out of them. Wilson's mouth watered as he took a good look at her long, smooth legs. He fantasized about what they would feel like wrapped around his waist with her feet crossed behind his ass. Next she began to slowly untie the string on her top while facing the camera. Her eyes were intent on what her fingers were doing. It loosened enough that it dropped from her shoulders and then opened over her chest and abdomen. Wilson got a heart-pumping look at the narrow gap between her breasts as they settled slightly. He saw that she had no bra on and then remembered that some of the guys had said her breasts were firm and didn't droop, despite being about the size of grapefruits, and her nipples were always flat. In the discussion the men had all agreed that her unresponsive nipples were more proof of her 'ice-bitch' status. She grabbed a side of the top in each hand, smiled shyly at the lens, then turned partially away from the camera and lifted the shirt over her head and off her arms. As she lowered her arms, Wilson caught a brief glimpse of the pale curve of her breast before her limb concealed it. She looked over her shoulder and cast a shy glance at the camera. Then she reached down and slowly slid her panties down her legs. Keeping her legs straight as she did so she was forced to bend over, showing a glimpse of the folds around her pussy that Wilson and the others agreed must be dry as a desert. She stepped out of her panties, collected her clothes, opened the door to the chute and dropped them inside.


In The Dog House Ch. 01



"Okay, Wilson. Have you finished reading the regulations?" 

"Um, yeah, I finished." He hadn't finished rereading rule 2 before she had started stripping. He was sure now that she had been a peeler before going into TV. There's no way she could have done that so sexily, he thought, unless she had done it many, many times before. "There's nothing you need to know. It's pretty much 'no smoking' and 'no rude language' type stuff."

"I'm ready to go in now. Let's just do a quick monologue first to describe how the girls will feel, doing what I've just done." Wilson trained the camera on her face and by holding it in front of his face he was able to take a long look at the best parts of Jolee. Unfortunately, she was holding her hands over her pussy. Wilson had lost a bet about her not being a natural blonde, damn that nude beach episode! She was holding her head down a little so that her hair curled and dangled over the nipples. He could see the perfect roundness of the underside of her breasts, but not much else.

"Honey, you got to look at the camera. With your chin down like that you come off all sad and hopeless."

Jolee frowned briefly. She thought, does this creep really think I don't know he's just trying to get a good look at my boobs? She quickly thought over a good explanation to allow her to continue covering most of her breasts with her long hair. Despite having doffed her clothes in a couple of episodes, she was still shy about her own nudity. She thought about how she really felt and decided the truth would add the right amount of suspense to the contestant's future here. "Think about how each girl will feel as she follows in my bare footsteps. I'm sad and afraid. I'm alone with no one to protect me and I am about to go into a strange building filled with strange men and I'm completely naked and defenceless. Am I going to end up raped or a sex slave? I'm working hard to earn money, but I know it is just a crutch and I only use the money to buy temporary pleasures while all along what I really want...what I really want is a man, a male, someone to hold me and squeeze me and to send me into throes of ecstasy. But I haven't found such a man yet. All I've found in life is men who lie to me and fuck me and then usher me out the door so they can get on to the next pussy." She hesitated and thought, am I really saying these things? Do I really feel this deep down inside? I guess I do, but I'd better get back into an act of foreshadowing what the girls will feel. "What will happen to me in there? Will I be gawked at? Will they fill me full of alcohol and drugs and make a porno video of me? Will I be raped or sold to a wealthy man in some foreign country where slavery is still an accepted practice? I'm too vulnerable...and it is a little bit exciting."

She took a deep breath. "Did you get all that, Wilson?" He nodded, afraid to say anything. "Okay, let's go in." On the door in front of them there was a larger bronze image about the size of Jolee's chest. She could see even more fine detail in this artwork. The nipple was there with an aureole now clearly visible, and more of the woman's hair flowed over her shoulders. Jolee could even make out a collar of some type around the woman's throat and she saw a tag hanging from the collar. Jolee gently touched the bronze and the door swung open, too slowly for her liking. It reminded her of an ancient temple or a palace in some exotic and mystic land.

Beyond the door there was a large office, with three closed doors leading to unknown parts of the club. The floor was lushly carpeted and there was an illustration of a fox hunt with hundreds of dogs scattered across the floor searching for the fox. Men in red riding outfits rode horses and also seemed to be searching for the fox. The walls were again panelled, this time with wood the colour of chestnut, which was very appealing. On the walls were numerous pictures of dogs of many different breeds. Each dog portrait had a little golden tag below it. There was a large, reddish-brown, wooden desk in the center of the room and a middle-aged man in a fashionable business suit was seated at the desk, busily typing at a keyboard. There were a number of small screens scattered over the desk, all facing the seated man. The grey-haired man glanced at Jolee as the door opened. While the man sat in a very comfortable leather chair, there were three simple wooden chairs against the wall behind him. Each did have a padded seat, though.

The man finished typing something and then he stared at Jolee. She felt as if his brown eyes were appraising her and she lifted her chin up to meet his gaze from across the room. She quickly realized that in lifting her chin she had lifted her hair above her nipples and they were now exposed to this strange man, but she realized that he had doubtlessly been watching her through the security camera and had already seen her 'in the buff'. What more of her was there that he hadn't seen yet? The man stroked his chin and then stood up. He retrieved one of the simple wooden chairs, and then brought it over to face the desk. Jolee could see that he was a little out of shape, having a small beer belly, but she suspected it was from too much fine dining and not too much beer or indolence.

"Please, Miss Rider, be seated." He smiled, waiting for her approach and then held his hand out politely to help her into the chair. He turned to Wilson, who had also begun to approach, with a less friendly countenance. "Sir, you are to wait by the door until I am finished processing the female." Wilson hurriedly backed towards the now closed door, but continued filming. Jolee squirmed in her seat. The term 'the female' had an ominous connotation to it that suggested her only value was that she had a vagina and not a penis. She really wished she had read the regulations before coming in.

The man sat down in his plush seat and put his palms together in front of his mouth. "I have a few questions I must ask you before we can proceed, Miss Rider."

"Didn't the producers give you my bio and explain what I am doing here?" She felt less self-conscious sitting naked in front of this man, this gentleman. She thought that it might be his tone. Her breasts were still exposed, but he did not even glance at them as he stared at her eyes. Although her legs were together and she was sitting straight in her chair, her pussy hair was easily within his view, but he also did not glance at that. Is he gay, she wondered? But his manner seemed quite masculine... 

"Let's assume I have no information on you whatsoever. We'll do this by the book. I apologize in advance if the questions seem a little intrusive; they are absolutely necessary, Miss Rider. Please state your full name, current occupation, birth date and citizenship."

"My full name is Jolee Juniper Rider. I'm a host for the reality television show 'Take a Chance Girls'. My birth date is February twenty-ninth, nineteen eighty-four. I am an American."

"You're under age?" he gave a little smirk when he asked.

Jolee giggled. "And very well developed for my age as well." And she glanced down at her breasts. As her eyes came back to him she caught him returning his gaze from her breasts to her eyes. She thought, he's definitely not gay...he's a...he's a real gentleman? Who has woman walk around his club naked, she had to remind herself.

He smiled at her while staring straight at her eyes. "Do you like animals? Do you eat meat or are you a vegetarian? Do you have any unusual dietary requirements? Do you have any allergies? Especially note ones to animals, please."

"I love mammals and birds, but I'm not too crazy about other types of animals. I'm not a vegetarian. I cannot eat oysters and clams as I have a food allergy to them. No other allergies." Jolee wondered about these questions. Was this a club for guys who liked smearing food on young women and then eating it?

"Very good." He took a deep breath, glanced at her again and then looked back at the computer screen. "Are you a virgin? How old where you when you first had sex? What is your sexual orientation? When was the last time you had sex? When was the last time you had unprotected sex? Have you ever been pregnant?" He looked back to her face just as she could feel herself flushing red from these questions. She thought she could read concern in his eyes over her discomfort.

"Do I have to answer all these questions? I get the idea that you ask the girl a lot of questions, some very personal, but do we need to go through the whole rigmarole?" I didn't sign on to this show to reveal my life story to everyone, she fretted.

He sat back in his chair and showed his first sign of displeasure. "Miss Rider, you had stated that you had read the regulations. Did you or did you not read the plaque which clearly states the regulations for any who enter this private club?"

Oh God, Jolee thought, don't blow this now you stupid girl. Apparently I have to play his little game and jump through all the hoops to continue on. "I'm sorry. I did read the regulations, it's just this is new to me and I'm a little apprehensive."

"Then please answer all the questions I give you and we'll try to get you through this process with as little discomfort and..." he glanced at Wilson, "as little embarrassment for you as possible." The man sat forward again, resting his arms on his desk. A slight eagerness briefly showed on his face, not from the hearing the answers to these questions, though. Jolee had the impression that his eagerness had to do with her simply answering the questions.

She leaned forward in her chair so she could speak more discretely. She was not eager for Wilson, or the microphone, to hear the answers to such personal questions. "Hm. If I remember the questions correctly, no I am not a virgin. Sixteen. Heterosexual. Six years ago. Six years ago. I have never been pregnant." Her heart pounded at revealing so much of herself to anyone. Then she wondered why telling this man this information scared her more than sitting in front of him completely naked did.

The man paused and stared at the computer screen. A look of distaste appeared on his face. "Miss Rider, answering incorrectly is a punishable offence," he said with no trace of anger.

"I don't know what you mean." What exactly does he mean by punisha...oh shit, she thought, it's another S&M club!

"The monitors we have examining you as you answer these questions, determine your truthfulness. This is standard procedure until we have established that you are an honest female." She bristled a bit at the dehumanizing description of 'female', but bit down a comeback. The man seemed more disappointed than angry.

"Which question did I answer dishonestly? I really thought I answered them all truthfully." She fought down the urge to say 'sir'. She was finding him charismatic and guessed he probably was Lord or Master of this club, whatever title it was that they used in here.

He tapped in some keys on the keyboard and carefully watched the screen. Her answers were played back over hidden speakers, rather too loudly for her liking. Jolee winced. She was sure people in neighbouring rooms would be able to hear the audio. Suddenly, the man pointed at the screen.

"There. Your answer to the question 'what is you sexual orientation?' was not truthful." He looked at her pointedly.

"I suppose I haven't had much luck with men in the last several years, but I'm not a lesbian. Maybe I've turned into a nonsexual female?"

He looked at the screen and shook his head. "Miss Rider, I see the problem. You are trying to be honest, but you are conflicted. You are by nature a heterosexual, but events in your life have caused your attraction in men to diminish. I think I'll describe you as a heterosexual female who is still exploring her sexuality."

Jolee nodded as Wilson chuckled behind her. She knew this was going to make its way back to all the crew on the show. How could she look any of them in the eye again?

"Please, Miss Rider, don't be embarrassed. I am sure your friend back there has some sexual secrets that he would never want revealed." The chuckling suddenly stopped as Wilson considered that he might have to answer questions in front of the lie detector as soon as Jolee was finished. "Now for the next series of questions. And please be assured that you are doing very well, Jolee." She felt a little better with his assurance. She was certainly going through a lot for this show. "Do you like dogs? Have you ever had a pet dog? What type of dogs do you like? What animals do you like better than dogs?"

Jolee smiled as happy memories of her childhood returned to her. "I love dogs. Yes. I prefer big dogs. I might like dolphins and chimps better than dogs, or maybe about the same."

"What are the ethnic origins of each of your grandparents, please?"

"I don't know."

The man raised an eyebrow indicating he didn't believe her, but then he glanced at the screen and a look of confusion appeared on his face. He tapped at a few keys. "Ah, I guess you're adopted, then. That will make things more difficult."

"I'm not adopted. Both my parents are still alive. They simply refuse to tell me anything about the rest of my family. I know my father is white and my mother mulatto, but I have no idea where either of them was born. I know they both travelled all over the world before I was born and I think before they met, but other than that..." she shrugged her shoulders helplessly.

The man rubbed his chin thoughtfully while staring at the computer screen. "I am tempted to hand you your clothes and say good day to you, Miss Rider."

Jolee's heart stopped. If the girls were supposed to go into the club then so was she. She felt that this uncertainty was not a usual state for him, and then she supposed she should help push him to a choice that benefited her. "I really want to enter the club, sir. Is there nothing that can be done?"

The man's eyes briefly glazed over and then he swallowed hard and sat up straight, clearing his throat while he did so. No, he's definitely not gay, she thought.

"I suppose there is another option, one that wasn't available when the rules and regulations were laid down. Since I am the Senior Member here I suppose it is within my rights to bend the regulations a little bit in this one instance." He rubbed his chin again. "Would you be willing to be granted entry conditionally, provided you passed numerous medical tests?"

"Yes," she squeaked. Wait a minute she thought, what might be in my background that they wouldn't allow into the club? "If I may ask, why is my family background so important? Are members only allowed to be from certain races?"

"You could say that, Miss Rider, but if I take your real meaning then no. We accept members from any human race. In fact, we have brother clubs on every continent except Antarctica. We don't run around with pillow cases on our heads, if that is what you are concerned about."

"That's good to hear," and she found she really did find it a relief that this man was not a bigot.

"May I ask why your parents kept everything secret?"

"I'm sitting naked in front of you, you've asked me about my sex life, and you think that question may be too personal?"

"Uhm, well I do have rules to follow and these questions were not decided on by me. I was just curious regarding why your parents would hide something so important from their daughter. You seem very well adjusted and psychologically sound, so they must have loved you and raised you well."

"They just never told me and whenever I asked they simply refused to answer. Eventually I got tired of asking."

"Thank you for telling me. Is there any history of genetic disorders or serious illness in your family? Is there any history of multiple births?"

"I think my father had a twin, but I'm not sure. I once saw a picture of him as a child and there was another boy who was similar enough to be a brother and was about the same size. Both my parents are pretty healthy, they retired early and live very relaxed lives."

"You have a good memory. What were the first words I said to you?"

"'Yes. Who is it?'" repeated Jolee, after a moment's hesitation. "But that's an easy one."

"What did your parents each do for a living?"

"I don't know. They were either retired when I was born or did so when I was very young. They never talked about what they did for a living. When they need money they just draw it out of one of several bank accounts."

"Would you be willing to take an IQ test, Miss Rider?"

"Do I still get in if I don't take it?"

"Yes."

"Then why are you asking me if I am willing to take an IQ test?"

The man stared across the desk at her face. "I was personally wondering exactly how high you would score, Miss Rider."

Jolee thought about it. She didn't have to take the test, but he wanted her to because he was curious about her. He had shown curiosity towards her a few times during this interview. She wondered if perhaps his business-like behaviour was all a facade and he secretly was attracted to her. Well, the big boobs certainly would help induce that kind of reaction in a man, but they usually got men to thinking she was stupid. "Okay, but on one condition. You tell me how well I scored compared to you."

He looked stunned for a moment. "Agreed." He typed a few strokes onto the keyboard and then did some brief searching with the mouse. Jolee waited patiently until at last he seemed to find exactly what he wanted. He turned the screen and the keyboard around for her use.

Jolee saw a fairly simple logic question on the screen. She read it and then reread it and then typed in her answer. After she hit the enter key another question appeared. She took about twenty minutes to get through thirty questions. Some were quite easy and some were very difficult. At last the word 'finished' appeared on the screen. She turned the screen and keyboard back to the man, who had waited very patiently while Jolee completed the test.

He tapped at the keys a few times and then examined the screen carefully. His eyes grew wide and then narrowed. "Very impressive, Miss Rider. You score three points under me, but your margin of error is plus or minus 10 points. The test I took was over two hundred questions and lasted three hours. I am very curious to see how you would perform on that one."

"Why are you so curious?" she asked, in as innocent a tone as she could manage.

He avoided looking at her. "Do you have any musical aptitude? How often do you read a book? What do you know about the occult?"

"No. Not as much as I'd like. Not much, except for what I've seen in horror movies and the odd book." She expected her second answer would draw forth a request for a new answer, but it did not happen.

"Have your tonsils been removed? Do you still have your appendix? Have you had any cosmetic surgery?"

"No. Yes. And the last one is..." she glanced at Wilson, who was shooting the whole scene with his camera, "yes."

"Ah. Am I right in assuming...?" the man glanced down at Jolee's boobs and returned his gaze to her eyes very quickly.

"No," she said, too loudly. "I had two moles removed. One was on my throat and the other on my chest. They weren't very photogenic," she explained. She thought a moment and then decided to see his response to flirting. She squeezed her breasts a little with her arms, pushing them out. "These are natural, I inherited them from my mom."

He raised an eyebrow. "Really? You don't have to answer, but I suppose you resemble her a great deal?"

"Yes. People always realize we're mother and daughter as soon as they see us together."

"She must be a very beautiful woman."

"She is..." Jolee's cheeks went pink as she realized the compliment was for her as well, "thank you."

"Lastly, are there any impediments in your life to becoming a permanent member of this club?"




In The Dog House Ch. 01



"Well, I have a contract with the television studio, but I suppose I could really break that any time I wanted to. So I would have to say no, there are no impediments." What a weird question, she thought. Of course this guy knows about the show. I guess that last question is to weed out the timid girls who'll then be afraid they're never getting out of this club.

"Very good. Very good. I find myself growing fond of you, Miss Jolee Rider. You have a frankness about you that is unusual in this day and age and while you are shy about being nude, I think you keep yourself under control very well. We are just about done here." As she warmed to this compliment, he opened a drawer and pulled a black, silk ribbon out and then closed the drawer. He caressed the ribbon gently in his fingers. "Do you know what this is?" He didn't look at her when he asked the question. "It is a collar. We tag all females on the premises." As she opened her mouth to protest he continued. "Please, remember the regulations." She sat quietly and watched as he pulled a gold tag out of another drawer and then attached it to the silk ribbon. He handed her the ribbon. "Please, put this on. Tie it tightly, but not so tightly that you find it uncomfortable. If you need a hand, let me know."

She examined the tag and thought it might be real gold. Covertly, she pushed her fingernail into it and was impressed to see a scratch when she moved her finger away. The tag had her name and a string of twenty or so numbers imprinted on it. She brought it up to her neck.

"Wait a minute," interrupted Wilson, "I should get a shot of you putting on the collar."

"Oh, very well," replied Jolee. "I guess it will be a good visual metaphor for surrendering myself to this club." What had been the rather sensual and perhaps sexual act of putting on the silk collar had now become mere theatre and Jolee found that she felt a little dirty. The man waved Wilson over, but looked uncertainly at Jolee while he did so.

Wilson stood back a little and recorded Jolee tying on the silk ribbon. She had to brush her hair over her left shoulder, but she made sure to tie a good knot so the weight of the tag would not pull the collar from her neck. It wasn't too tight around her soft throat. The silk felt smooth and wearing the collar actually made her feel quite feminine, in an odd sort of way. She idly caressed the silk between her fingers while holding the tag up, so she could make it sparkle in the light.

"Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful, Miss Rider," said the man with some degree of awe in his voice. "I think you are going to be a splendid addition here."

"That's right, beautiful, absolutely beautiful!" said Wilson panning the camera from her head, down her chest, then to her pussy hair and legs.

"Wilson! That was unprofessional!" She rose out of the chair angrily, then stopped and covered her breasts and pussy with her arms and hand, suddenly feeling too revealed. She could feel her face turning red.

The man stood in fury, pointed at Wilson and roared. "You! Stand by the door!" He visibly forced himself to calmness, as Wilson stomped away under his glare. Then he took a deep, calming breath and turned to Jolee. "Now we can begin a tour of our facility." He offered his arm to her and she wrapped her right arm around it. She wondered why she felt naked when Wilson looked at her, but merely 'differently clothed' when this charming, older man looked at her. She decided it was the difference in where the two men's eyes went and stayed. "Wilson, you will stay here and someone will be here to see you shortly," the man ordered with a commanding tone.

They walked out through the middle door as Wilson protested that he had to record Jolee's tour of the facility. The man closed the door behind them, effectively silencing Wilson's whining. Jolee saw they were now in a long corridor. It extended some twenty to thirty yards and then came to a T. There were 3 doors on the right and 4 doors on the left. There was a very comforting light emanating from the glass ceiling and there was a scarlet rug down the center of the hall.

"Could I have my clothes back now, since we are not on video?" she asked. The footage from the last little while would be priceless for the show, even if she wasn't entirely happy with it.

"I'm afraid not. Regulations, remember?" He escorted her down the corridor. She noted that he walked close to the wall, allowing her to walk down the middle of the carpet. It felt good under her bare feet, much better than the likely-cold tile floor would have felt. "Besides, haven't you noticed the temperature is perfectly comfortable for nudity? I find myself sweating a little with this suit on. Maybe it will help me get rid of this ugliness," and he patted his belly.

Jolee had so far seen no sign of any other people and every door looked to be of thick, solid wood. "How many people are in this facility and what is the Lupinus Major Club for, exactly?"

"Well, we have fourteen full time staff members and six of us live here permanently. We currently have five females here, aside from you. You wouldn't know it to look at this building but we are actually a dog breeding facility. We receive quite a bit of money from donations, but we also sell specially bred dogs around the world for very high prices. This is actually a very happy place, please don't think of us as a puppy mill."

"And why exactly do the females have to walk around in the buff?" She didn't think for one second it was for this man's personal thrills.

"Well, there are four reasons for that. First, our founder wrote it into the regulations many, many years ago. He was a chauvinist who believed women had no intrinsic value."

"I've known quite a few men like that," she said quietly.

"He felt that if you stripped a woman naked then she was left with her most essential self: an evil temptress who could only lead men down the path of sin. He kept all the women in the original Lupinus Major Club naked so as to prove that he and his staff were incorruptible."

"Typical," she responded.

He smiled at her and nodded. "Although, I hope you are well aware that not all men feel that women have no value. The second reason is for the dogs. We have done tests and learned that dogs have a natural affinity for women greater than their affinity for men. Also, clothing and perfume interferes with scent and dogs are much more happy and comfortable around nude women."

Jolee looked at him suspiciously as he said this.

"You don't believe me, but it is true. We have a great deal of research on this and you are free to examine it if you wish."

"I didn't do well in science in school. I probably wouldn't understand what I was reading."

"Don't feel bad. I've tried to read the research twice and haven't been able to finish it yet. It's very dry reading with a lot of technical terms thrown in to confuse us simple lay-people."

"And the third reason?" she prompted him.

"Well, we have another source of income." He hesitated and coughed. "Some of the females learned a while back that pictures of pretty, nude girls playing with dogs brings a high price on the porno market."

Ah, I knew it, Jolee thought, it's a pornography ring! "Wait a minute. The 'girls' discovered this?"

"Oh, yes. So we sell the pictures and videos for a small fee and the rest is put into an offshore account for each female. Some of them have quite a bit of money put away."

"So the girls make money the longer they stay here. That is why they come here and that is why they stay. And the fourth reason?"

He glanced at her face. "There is nothing more beautiful than a woman and being a man I agree it is a shame that women have to cover themselves up in our society just because of Mrs. Grundy and her like. I think our founder secretly thought the female body was beautiful as well, although he tried to conceal his own feelings to match his perverted view of what relations should be like between men and women."

"Yes," he continued, "the system works out well for females and dogs alike. And we men don't have such a terrible life, either." He stopped in front of the last door on the right. He knocked twice and waited. "This is our medical facility. Our doctor has to examine you thoroughly, as he does with all our females. And you did agree," he reminded Jolee.

The door opened and an elderly man in a lab coat, surgical mask and hair cover squinted through his thick glasses at the two of them. "Yes. Yes. What do you want, Roger?"

Roger motioned towards Jolee. "We have a new female for you to examine, Doctor. Can you fit her in now? She is a special guest."

"Oh, right. Come on in then. What's your name, pet?" Jolee walked uncertainly into the room as Roger waved goodbye to her and continued down the hall. The linoleum-like floor was cold under her feet and she shivered. She was surprised to find that this chamber actually felt and looked like a medical examination room. "Are you mute, dear? What's you name?"

"Jolee Rider. I'm just here for just a preview of what the girls will be getting..."

"A preview? A preview? Nonsense! I'll give you a full going over, pet. By the time I am done, Roger will have returned from his many duties to take you on the rest of the tour. What do you think of the Lupinus Major Club, pet?"

As she was ushered further into the room and saw the array of medical equipment she began to feel very comfortable in her nudity. To her, doctors didn't count as men when you were naked. "It seems very nice. I love dogs. But the place seems so serious and my cameraman was supposed to take video of everything for the show."

"Cameraman? You want video of what is going on? My pet, practically every room has a video camera in it. Many, many things are recorded. I am sure if you ask for a copy of any step in the tour you will be given it freely. Especially when it is asked by such a pretty young pet like you." And he nudged her in the ribs and winked at her. At least it looked like a wink, but Jolee wasn't sure as the hunched Doctor's glasses were very thick.

For the next half hour Jolee was sent through a battery of tests measuring height, weight, body fat percentage, blood pressure, heart rate, strength, endurance and blood constituents. In addition, a swab of the inside lining of her mouth was taken for DNA tests. When the Doctor told Jolee he was going to do a full gynaecological exam she balked, stating she had undergone one less than two months earlier. Since she didn't have immediate access to those results, she acquiesced and submitted herself to another one.

Afterwards, she was sitting on the table swinging her lower legs and feet in boredom when Roger returned. "All done I see. Ready for the next portion of the tour?"

"Yes, I am, but where's Wilson?"

"We sent him on his way. He was rude and obnoxious and got into an argument with me in the foyer. He claimed that he would tell his producers we kidnapped you and they would sick their lawyers and the law on us, but I started showing him all the video we had of you in the foyer and he left hurriedly. One of the others here helped me acquire his unwanted recording of you." To her surprise, he handed her a memory stick.

"He was embarrassed about his behaviour, I'll bet. He's been ogling the girls on the show whenever he's been working. He's supposed to be one of the best cameramen on the show, but I saw very clearly today that he doesn't act like a professional. I hope he doesn't have another copy of those videos of me removing my clothes and walking around in the buff." She gritted her teeth. "I could just see him and his friends jerking off to those videos and selling them on the internet. Oh, this will ruin my career."

"Don't worry my dear," said Roger. "I know who the top producer on the show is. We'll get it sorted out to your liking. If you want Wilson's videos destroyed then I'll call the producer tonight and arrange it."

Jolee reconsidered. "No. No. That's good video for the show. The producers can take the footage off of him and prepare it for TV viewing by blurring out certain things. Then they can destroy the original. That's what I want." She returned the memory stick to him.

"I'll see that it is done, Miss Rider. And now the rest of the tour." He motioned for her to join him in the hallway. And once they were in the hallway, "are you feeling all right? Do you want anything to drink or eat, or do you need to use the washroom?"

"No. The doctor gave me something to eat and drink. He was very insistent on it. He kept looking at my ribs and saying I needed to get something into me."

Roger smirked. "Are you sure he was looking at your ribs?" He gently elbowed one of her breasts and it bounced against the rhythm of their normal bounce as she walked down the hall.

"Hold on, I am sorry. I am not allowed to touch you unless it is by your will." He sighed. "I'll get someone else to give you the rest of the tour, Miss Rider. And again, I apologize."

"No, wait. Roger, I didn't mind you touching me just then and I would prefer that you give me the tour. I...I sort of feel comfortable with you, even in the buff. And you didn't seem crude-just friendly." She smiled weakly at him.

"Thank you for forgiving me, Miss Rider. If I touch you in any way that you find uncomfortable or unwanted, please let me or someone else know immediately. Okay?"

Jolee chuckled. "Okay. The Doctor was a gentleman, Roger, but I'm not sure you are; although you play the gentleman very well."

Roger chuckled as well. "You're beautiful enough that I think an octogenarian might sit up and take notice. While I fancy myself a gentleman, you tempt me to be otherwise. But I cannot allow that temptation to lead me to treat you with disrespect. According to our regulations, it would mean my removal."

Jolee felt a warm flush at his compliment. The warmth seemed to drift around her body and then focus around her nipples and in her groin. What on earth was that, she wondered? Am I really that comfortable walking around in the buff, while fully clothed men talk to me? Is this place getting to me?

"Call me Jolee, please."

"All right, Jolee. Although some of the other members might be upset with me for being so familiar with you." Roger showed her the rest of the building, especially spending time in the women's quarters where he showed Jolee her room, the kitchen and the lounge with its incredible entertainment center. He demonstrated some of the various games, showed her how to ready a film for watching, and how to set up one of the computers for untraceable internet access. Then he glanced at his watch and whistled.

"Look, it's quite a bit past the dinner hour and I'm long overdue back at the front desk. I'll take you to the women's kitchen again and you can make yourself some supper. Do you think you'll be able to find your way back to your room from there?"

"What are you going to do for dinner, Roger?"

"I'll have one of the other members whip me up something and bring it to the front desk. I'll eat while I'm working."

"Why don't we have dinner at the front desk together, Roger? You can tell me more about yourself. This time I get to ask all the questions!"

Roger laughingly accepted and they headed back down to the foyer. Once there, he made an order for some pasta and salad over an intercom system. Then he moved his plush chair around to the side of the desk and took a less comfortable chair from the wall for his own use. Jolee graciously accepted the courtesy.

Roger chatted about the skill of the man cooking their dinner and a short time later a man entered, carrying their dinner on a covered gold platter. The dark haired, servile stranger took one look at Jolee and froze. Roger waived him over impatiently. The plates and glasses were set before them and the man left after Roger and Jolee thanked him.

Jolee picked at her food, suddenly conscious that every little ounce of fat on her would be impossible to hide while she walked around nude. The man noticed her lack of appetite between mouthfuls.

"Jolee, aren't you hungry?"

"Well, yes. But normally if I put on a pound or two it's hidden by clothing. It's strange that I felt so comfortable so quickly to being around you while I'm naked and you're clothed. Maybe it's just vanity." She put a forkful of the pasta into her mouth and hummed at the unexpected flavours.

"It is vanity, but you aren't the only one who suffers from it. I've seen a few women come through that door over there, some desperate and looking for a job, some misled here, some just curious. But I find with you that I keep trying to suck in my gut, even though my skin is concealed from your view."

"So, I should just relax? Especially since I'll likely be leaving shortly after dinner?"

Roger's face fell. "Do you have to leave so soon? There is a room set aside for you and you haven't met anyone aside from the doctor, cook and I. Perhaps someone else might hold more interest for you?"

"No, it's not that Roger. I find you very interesting." Jolee gulped down her food. She wondered why she had so freely admitted that to this man whom she barely knew. "I have a job and an apartment and the girls on the show really seem to depend on me. I'm due in editing first thing in the morning."

Roger steepled his hands in front of his face and thought. "I would like you to stay longer, but if you really wish to leave I will return your clothes to you and bid you goodbye. However," he took a long sip of his wine, "I'm sure your bosses would understand if you sent them a message saying you wished to stay here a few days. The rude behaviour of that cameraman, Wilson, also might make them a little more lenient towards you. I can also send a message to one of the producers, if you wish."

Jolee felt herself growing warm. "I would like to stay a little longer, if I get to spend some more time with you, Roger. You're so unlike the men I've met recently. You want me to stay to get to know me better and I think you mean it in the innocent sense and not the 'how fast can I get into her panties' sense."

Roger put his hands up. "Now, wait a minute. I don't think I like the implication that I'm some celibate who just wants to hold your hand and talk about sunshine and butterflies. I am a man. And because I'm a man I have the same desires that all other men have when I spy a gorgeous, young woman. So don't think of my motives as being entirely honourable, please."

Jolee chuckled. "You know what I mean. I've seen your eyes drop to my breasts often enough to know you're not gay. I meant that while lust may be all that fills your heart, you act like a gentleman and I think you probably always act like a gentleman. Don't you?"

"I'm sure I could find a parade of women to confess to you about how their bottoms were mysteriously pinched while I was standing innocently nearby. That would cure you of this girlish fantasy."

"I don't believe you. I think the parade of women you brought forth would instead confess to wiggling their bottoms around you until you could resist no longer and finally did reach out your hand. But let's talk about something else, Roger. I think the wine is making me feel a little light-headed."

"I'll have to have a talk with the Doctor," muttered Roger.

"Pardon?"

"Never mind. What would you like to talk about?"

"Can I access my home e-mail from the women's lounge?" Jolee asked with a smirk.

Roger smiled warmly in response. The two chatted idly about a number of subjects including politics, philosophy and history. Jolee found Roger to have an extensive knowledge of history, but only a mild interest in politics. Roger found Jolee's knowledge of philosophy and history to be somewhat less than his own, but she showed such a keen interest in both subjects that he wondered how long that situation would last if she applied herself.




In The Dog House Ch. 02



Jolee awoke with a start. The answer was the moon! Well it was about every twenty-eight days, she thought. Could Roger have meant approximately once every twenty-eight days? But if they did, what did the moon have to do with me locking myself in my room for safety?

She sat up in the dark room. The moon had now risen higher into the night sky, and her room was all shadows cast from the little light that still shone in through the window. There was a noise at her door, like someone or something was scratching at it, and then that someone ran off down the hall. She could hear the thumping of heavy footsteps along the carpet and then diminishing thumps as whoever it was took the stairs in leaps.

Jolee stared at the door as her heart pounded in her chest. Without thinking she had pulled the sheets up to her chin when she had heard the eerie noise. She listened carefully and heard no further sounds outside her door or in the hall.

Jolee pushed her hair behind her ears, pulled away the covers, swung her legs off the bed and stretched her toes to the floor. There was still no noise in the hall. She pushed herself from the bed and crept to the door, ready to leap back into the reassuring comfort of her bed at the first ominous noise. However, she heard nothing but her own pounding heart. She stood before the door, unsure of what to do next.

Roger had said it was dangerous, but how could anything here really be dangerous? And if it was so dangerous, then why have the women here at all? And Roger did say I could leave any time I wanted to, she thought.

Jolee placed her open palm on the door, then brought her ear to the door and listened. She heard nothing in the hall. Her heart pounded away and she felt a little light-headed, but she also felt giddy with excitement. She slowly pushed the deadbolt back, trying to make as little noise as possible. Once the door was unlocked she opened it a crack and peeked out. The hallway was very dark, but her eyes adjusted soon enough and she saw there was no one there.

Jolee sighed in confusion. Could it have been a burglar? No, this placed seemed like it was too secure for a simple burglar and a sophisticated burglar would likely have known that there was nothing of value in the women's quarters. She wondered if this could be a test for new women in the club? Perhaps scare them a little and see if they show bravery? She didn't want Roger to think she was afraid of shadows, ghosts and goblins.

She opened the door and stuck her head into the hall, looking both ways. There was definitely no one there now. She stepped out and closed the door quietly. Then she crept down the hallway, stopping to glance into the kitchen and entertainment room. Again she saw no one.

Believing a little more strongly that perhaps Roger was testing her bravery, she walked a little less stealthily to the top of the stairs and then stopped and listened. She heard a distant howl and goosebumps rose on her naked flesh. Then she remembered that Roger had told her they bred dogs here. And then she remembered again that the moon has a cycle of about twenty-eight days. Were they trying to make her think there were werewolves loose in the building? That was just crazy.

Jolee crept down the stairs, placing her feet with great care at each step and listening for any noise on the two floors below. The second floor was pitch black and silent. She heard a noise on the floor below that and continued down.

Then there was a noise above her that made her blood freeze. She stood completely still and tried to keep her bladder from emptying. She heard the noise again and this time it was a little louder and almost sounded like a word. Jolee forced herself to breathe and began backing up the stairs, one careful step at a time.

As she reached the landing for the second floor she heard the noise again and saw a woman's dark form waving at her to return to the third floor. Jolee turned and started to run up the stairs when she heard the sound of growling on the first floor, near the stairs. She stopped again and looked up helplessly at the woman.

The woman was motioning Jolee to stay where she was for a few seconds and then, after a terrible, suspenseful wait, during which she kept glancing back down the stairs, the woman motioned for her to slowly make her way back up to the third floor. Jolee did as she was bid, cursing herself for not taking Roger's warnings seriously.

When she reached the third floor, the woman put her hand across Jolee's mouth and waved her finger in Jolee's face. A growl came from the first floor again and it sounded like a large dog or perhaps a bear. The woman held Jolee in place as they listened.

After ten seconds, the woman nodded her head in the direction of the women's rooms and removed her hand from Jolee's mouth. They crept down the hall, keeping constant watch behind them, until they reached their rooms. Standing in their open doorways, directly across the hall from each other, Jolee was full of questions but couldn't figure out what to ask first.

"I'm Megan. Who are you?" the woman whispered.

"Jolee. What's going on? Something was at my door a short while ago and I thought maybe Roger was playing a joke on me or something." Jolee's eyes were fixed on the stairway at the far end of the hall.

"Don't you listen? Weren't you warned? You bolt your door one night out of every twenty-eight. The rest of the time you can prop your door open or sleep naked in front of your room and no one will molest you. But tonight...!"

"I'm sorry. Thanks for coming to warn me. I didn't think I made any noise getting up so I guess I also owe you an apology for waking you up, Megan."

"Don't worry about it. I'm pregnant." Jolee turned to the woman and did indeed see the telltale bulge in her abdomen. "This one keeps me awake every night when there is a full moon," she said with her hand on her stomach.

"That's kind of weird. Did the Doctor make sure the baby is healthy?"

"Yes..." both women paused when they heard a growl come from the stairway. "That's one of them on the stairs. We've been overheard. Bolt your door, now!" Megan stepped back into her room, closed the door and then Jolee heard the click of the deadbolt. 

Jolee heard another growl, this time from the end of the hall. She stepped inside her room, shut the door and fumbled with the deadbolt. Fear made her fingers clumsy and while she kept fighting with the lock, she thought she could hear something that breathed deeply slowly making its way down the hall.

At last there was a click as the deadbolt slid into place and Jolee backed away from the door until she fell backwards onto her bed. As she lay there something leaned heavily against the door, perhaps testing it she thought. Jolee scrambled to the head of her bed and hid under the covers, perfectly aware that whatever would be able to get through that strong wooden door with its silvery bracings would find her bed sheets no obstacle.

Jolee remembered cowering under her sheets until whatever or whoever it was had slowly made their way back down the hall to the stairs, but she didn't remember falling asleep. She hadn't thought she would fall asleep, with her heart hammering away in her chest, but evidently she had.

There was a rap at her door that made her jump. Her heart started thumping in her chest again. All night she had been plagued by nightmares about being chased down a long dark hallway by all varieties of movie monsters. There was a rap at her door again and she jumped again.

"Y...yes?" she called out timidly.

"Good morning, Jolee," called out Roger. "We were going to have breakfast together, if you're still interested."

She leapt out of bed, eager for some human contact to soothe her nerves after the disturbing night, especially if it was Roger. Then she remembered she had slept in the nude. She scooped up some of the sheets and quickly pulled them strategically across her front. Jolee made her way to the door, hesitated for a second before finally unbolting the lock and then opened the door.

"Good morning, Jolee. I..." his eyes drifted down and when he saw the sheet covering much of her torso, he covered his own eyes with his hand. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude, Miss Rider."

Jolee gave him a puzzled look. "Why are you covering your eyes, Roger? And for that matter why did I bother to cover myself? I have no mysteries left to reveal to you, do I?" She dropped the sheet to the floor.

"I...well, that is...I'm not sure if I can explain." He kept his eyes covered and took a deep breath. "The regulations allow you to wear whatever you wish in your own room. But seeing you covered means I might see you undress and that just seems a little too intimate, even if I have seen you naked."

"Well, you can open your eyes again. I've dropped the sheet." Roger obeyed her, but purposefully stared at her face. She saw his eyes flit as far down as her chin a couple of times and then with great self control he forced himself to return his gaze to her eyes. "I really don't understand the difference between undressing and being undressed, Roger. Could you explain it to me? And you must have watched me undress through the camera when I came into your building."

Roger looked at her nervously. "Well...you know, you look like you're still tired. Maybe I should let you get some more sleep. We can have lunch together if you like."

"Eep! I must look a mess!" exclaimed Jolee. She turned and ran for the bathroom. "Stay right there, Roger. I'll just be a few minutes."

He waited patiently while he listened to the sounds of the toilet being flushed, the sink being used and then the shower being turned on. Jolee had the fastest shower that she had ever had because she didn't want to make Roger wait on her. Roger was amazed at how fast Jolee seemed to finish her morning routine.

"I'm sorry I'm taking so long, Roger. I should have woken up earlier," she called from the bathroom.

"That's okay. I guess you were tired from everything yesterday. Oh, by the way, I didn't watch you undress when you were in the entry room."

That's a pity, thought Jolee with a grin, I'm sure you would have liked it.

"Hello, Roger," chorused some female voices.

"Hello, ladies. And how are each of you this morning?" he replied.

"Never mind that," Jolee recognized Megan's voice, "are you actually waiting for the new female, Roger?" Jolee could hear a teasing tone in the woman's words.

"Miss Rider and I are going to have breakfast together, ladies. You'll meet her later today. I think you'll like her very much."

"Any female that you think is special enough to share a private meal with has to be very likable," said a woman that Jolee hadn't met yet. "And you're waiting on her! I've never seen you wait for anything: you're so busy all the time. I'd begun to think you didn't actually eat or sleep, Roger."

"Now why don't you ladies just go on to breakfast and stop teasing me," chided Roger.

Megan spoke up again. "Maybe we should just wait around and tell this new female what a great guy you are, Roger. We all know you're too modest to do so."

"As Den Master I am ordering you off. You all know the regulations." Den Master, wondered Jolee, he's just in charge of one room? Or do they refer to this club as a den? I guess this club is sort of the ideal den for a guy, with women walking around naked. Although, that seems more...common than I expect from Roger.

"Good luck, Den Master," the ladies chorused.

All was silent as Jolee quickly brushed her hair. She looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. She would have preferred to spend more time on her hair, but she had to go meet Roger before too much time passed. She left the bathroom and saw Roger leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. He was staring down the hall.

Jolee struck a pose with a hand on one hip. "So what do you think, Roger?"

Startled out of his thoughts, he uncrossed his arms self-consciously and turned to her. "Wow. I mean you were beautiful when you opened the door, but...wow."

Jolee's cheeks flushed pink. "Maybe we should go have breakfast, Roger?"

"All right. We're eating at my desk again, I'm afraid. I'm on duty." He offered his arm and she wrapped her own around it. They walked to the foyer silently, each deep in their own thoughts. They didn't meet anyone along the way, but Jolee still felt as if the building was full of life somehow.

Once they arrived in the foyer, she observed that Roger had set out the chairs again so that she had the more comfortable seat. As well, there was a large, gold-plated platter on the desk. Before sitting down, Jolee lifted the cover and took in the aroma of the breakfast. It looked much like French toast, but was made from thick, soft slices of bread and was folded over with some type of cream cheese in the middle. Atop the food was a generous spoonful of a warmed blueberry jam and a variety of fruits was set along the edge of the platter.

"It looks scrumptious. You eat breakfast like this all the time?"

"No. The cook guessed I was having breakfast with someone," Roger showed the two plates to Jolee, "he told me he wanted to make something special. I usually have oatmeal, day in and day out."

"Well, have a seat Den Master and I'll be the obedient female and serve you," said Jolee looking at Roger slyly.

"I can serve myself and as senior person here I should serve you."

"Sorry. I thought having to walk around naked and wearing the collar meant I was supposed to be a slave of some type. I just thought I'd get started in my role."

"What? You're not a slave. None of the ladies..." he glanced up at a camera, "none of the females are slaves. Please don't think you are here to serve the whims of any man. That's not what everything here is about."

Jolee handed him his plate and she began filling her own with what remained on the platter. "Oh, then perhaps we can begin our breakfast with you explaining exactly what everything here is about, please? I think I deserve to know after staying here overnight. If you want to swear me to secrecy then I will take whatever you tell me to my grave."

"I think I'll begin with discussing the difference between being undressed and undressing, if you don't mind?"

"I'm patient so you can answer my important question later. I'm curious about the difference between those two terms as well, Roger."

"Well, to begin with being nude, naked or in the buff, as some say, is not overtly sexual. While it is true that a certain amount of clothing must be removed for sex, being naked does not equate with the sex act in every circumstance. Undressing does. Undressing is an intimate act that has connotations of revealing what is concealed for a specific purpose. People usually undress to engage in sex, to get ready for bed which is the prime locale for sex, to change into other clothing appropriate for meeting other people and, on a much more subtle level, meeting other sex partners. You change for a party, to go to the beach, for a business meeting, etc." 

"I'm not sure I entirely agree with your logic, Roger."

"I'll swoop in for the coup de grace then. Have you ever been to a strip club?"

"So, my being partially covered was very sexual to you because you knew that I would be removing my 'clothes' in just a few minutes and you covered your eyes because my stripping would be too much...what?"

Roger bit his lip. "You're a very beautiful and attractive woman and I would have to be in my grave if I didn't think about you sexually. Let's leave it at that."

Jolee gave him a warm smile at his admission. At last I've made some headway with this guy, now it's time to play with him a little, Jolee thought. "This French toast is delicious. I love the way the cream falls onto my tongue when I bite into the bread," she said with an innocent look on her face.

Roger coughed and some food lodged in his throat. He dropped his fork, picked up his napkin and had a brief coughing fit. After managing to discretely spit out the offending food into the napkin, he then wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Are you all right?" asked Jolee. When Roger nodded he saw a look of real concern on her face that did make him feel much better. "Are you up to telling me what is really going on in this place?"

Roger swallowed some juice. "Haven't I told you everything?"

"No. What or who was that prowling the building late last night?"

He stared at her. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I was woken in the middle of the night by a noise in the hall. When I went to investigate..."

"You left your room?" Roger looked at the camera in the corner of the room. Then he turned back to the young woman. "Jolee, you were specifically instructed to bolt your door and not leave your room until daybreak. This is a serious breach of the Club rules. You could have been killed."

"I didn't actually see anything, Roger. It was dark and when I went downstairs I just heard some growling. Something followed me back upstairs, but I returned to my room and bolted the door just like you said to."

He put his face in his hands. "You could have been killed, Jolee. Don't you understand? I told you it was very dangerous. And now...now I may have to expel you from the Club. The other Den Masters will see this as a serious breech of protocol on my part. I doubt I'll keep my position much longer when this gets out." He raised his face and looked at her. "You have no idea what you've done. All the work I've done to make us more civilized and less brutal, the work of all those before me, and now it may all be undone by you."

"I'm sorry, Roger. I was just curious. I didn't think it was really that serious. I even thought it might be some sort of test you were putting me through to see how brave I was. Have I really caused so much harm?"

"Yes."

Jolee reached across the desk and put her hand on Roger's. "Then is there something I can do to make things right?"

"Nothing within reason. Pandora's Box has been opened, again."

"I should have trusted you more, Roger. I am truly sorry. I guess I'd better be going then."

"Yes, it would be for the best. I'll get your clothes." Roger rose from the table and slowly walked over to the leftmost of three closed doors. Jolee knew that the middle one led to the rest of the Club. She watched as Roger stepped into a large storage room. A few seconds later he stepped out into her view again, holding a black box in front of him.

Once he reached the table, he held the box out for Jolee. She looked up into Roger's serious face, then looked down to the floor to hide her frown and took the box from his hands.

"You'll likely want to change in private. The bathroom is the door on the right."

"Do I get to keep the collar?" she asked, as her hand reached up to it protectively.

"I'll say I lost it, Jolee. Keep it out of sight as much as possible. There are some nasty people out there who would try to acquire it through...very aggressive means."

Jolee stood up and slowly walked to the bathroom door. At the door, she turned and looked at Roger. He was seated at his desk with both hands flat in front of him and doing nothing, as if he didn't know what he should do next. As she reached for the doorknob a buzzer sounded on the desk.

Both of them jumped. They looked at each other and the buzzer sounded again. Jolee watched as Roger pushed a button and then typed something on the keyboard. He examined the monitor.

"Yes? What can I do for you?" he asked.

Jolee heard a voice issue from a hidden speaker on the desk. "I am an attorney representing one Charles Sundock, who is also present. We also have a Ralph Wilson and a policeman here. You are holding one Jolee Rider against her will and we are here to see her returned unharmed."

Roger and Jolee exchanged looks, then Jolee dropped the box and ran over to the desk. She looked at the image on the monitor.




In The Dog House Ch. 02



"One moment, please," said Roger. Then he pushed a button. "Well, I recognize our friend Wilson. Do you know the others?"

"Yes. Charles Sundock is an executive producer on the show. He's also a creep. I've never seen the lawyer or the cop before."

"Well, you go get changed and you can leave with them. I'll keep them comfortable until you are ready."

Jolee stood beside him uncertainly for a few seconds and then walked to the bathroom, scooping up the box and taking it inside with her. She put the box on the toilet seat and opened it. Just as she expected, all her belongings were in it, including a very plain business card she hadn't brought with her. On one side it had the name Roger Laplace and a phone number. On the other side something had been written boldly in ink: 'in any trouble call me for help'. The word 'any' had been underlined.

Jolee put her hands on either side of the sink and looked into the mirror. Her eyes were getting moist. She dabbed them with the hand towel and then slowly started dressing. She stopped when she heard a man's voice raised in anger. Wearing only her panties, she put her ear to the door and listened.

Roger put his hands up. "Look, I don't know why you are being so hostile. I told you she is unharmed and you will be able to speak to her very shortly. She is currently indisposed."

The lawyer smiled coldly. "Any delay tempts us to issue charges against you. We already have a deposition from Mr. Wilson explaining the dramatic change in Miss Rider's behaviour after entering your club and your physical attack upon him before you threw him out. He was acting as Miss Rider's chaperone and protector and we can only assume that you took full advantage of his absence to...menace Miss Rider. She has been held here against her will overnight and we fear for her safety. Turn her over to us now."

"I did tell you that she will be here very soon. She is unharmed and in perfect health. She has not been harmed or molested in any way and I take offence at the suggestion that I might have sought to harm her, sir." To Jolee, Roger sounded chivalrous. "I have invited you in to a private club and if you persist in this rude and threatening behaviour you will be asked to leave."

"Do you deny laying hands on Mr. Wilson?"

"No. Does he deny he was in possession of something belonging to Miss Rider? I merely acquired it from him with some aggressive negotiations, before ejecting him from the premises."

Wilson spoke up. "That footage was mine!" He turned to the producer. "And it was good stuff, too. I got a good long shot of her tits and pussy before she realized what I was doing. We can use it for the show and it will drive up ratings."

"Aha!" shouted Roger. "So he admits to taking video of an unwilling participant. I was merely obtaining that illegal footage on behalf of the victim. You can ask her yourself when you see her in a few moments."

The lawyer oiled his way into the conversation again. "The ownership of the footage is in dispute. Miss Rider is a public persona and, as a result, images of her fall into the public domain. Also, her image is used by Mr. Sundock and others to sell their television show. So Mr. Sundock and his associates might, in fact, own Miss Rider's image, not the young lady herself."

Sundock now chimed in, pointing a finger at Roger. "And we demand all other images taken of that girl while she has been in this club. We know you run some sort of sado-masochistic porn ring and we demand all videos and images you have taken which include her. If you don't turn them over we have a search warrant to allow us to search the club."

Jolee's heart pounded in her chest. This was terrible! Roger was getting accused of so much and he had been so nice to her. She thought furiously. What could she do to help Roger?

"And what do you intend to do with such images, if they exist and you find them?" asked Roger.

"Why, show them to the public and sell any we can for a good price, of course. The same as you would. Having trash like that splashed in the media will triple our viewership. Hell, it could quintuple our viewership! She has this image of being this nice girl from next door. A few videos of her getting fucked by either men or women and her face will be in every newscast, every newspaper and magazine. She'll be all over the internet, too."

Roger spoke very slowly through his clenched jaw. "I believe you have a search warrant. But I don't believe you could possibly get a search warrant allowing private citizens to seize the property of other private citizens, if such property existed. You doubtless have the legal right to tear this place apart looking for Jolee, but I'll be damned if I'll let you say one more thing about her..."

"Hello everyone," called Jolee, closing the bathroom door behind her. "I'm not intruding, am I Roger?" She stood still for a few seconds and ignored everyone but Roger. She allowed all five men to get a good look at her and she knew that standing naked before them was the best way to take the wind from their sails.

"Uhm, Jolee?" asked Roger in some confusion.

She sauntered over to him and put her arm around his and then stepped partially behind him, as if for protection. She looked up into his face. "Do you want me to go, Roger?"

"No."

She turned to the others. "Then I'm staying."

The cop and Wilson were grinning like idiots as they stared at Jolee. The producer looked her up and down and then frowned and turned to his lawyer. The lawyer stepped forward, staring at Jolee's large breasts.

"My dear. You have obviously been through quite an ordeal or else you would not be forced to parade around naked. You must come with us for your own safety. This man and the others here are very dangerous people."

"Look at my face, you reptile." A look of fury flashed across the lawyer's face and then he appeared calm again, but he was staring at Jolee's face. "Number one: I have not been through an ordeal since I came here. Being on the show was an ordeal, especially as I was not adequately protected in certain circumstances. But I can always sue the producers. Number two: I was not stripped naked. I removed my clothes for this man of my own free will. This man asked me to remove my clothes and I did so because he is more of a man than anyone else I've met for some time, unlike any of you. Number three: if you try to remove me from this club I will scream as loudly and as often as I can until you are all charged with assaulting a defenceless woman. Number four: if you say anything nasty about Roger again you will quickly find that I am the 'very dangerous person' that you should be wary of. I will fight like a girl. I will kick you in the balls, scratch your face and bite your fingers."

The four unwelcome visitors stared at Jolee without lust for the first time since she walked into the room.

The lawyer sniffed. "Obviously, she is very confused right now. We shall have to return with a court order demanding a doctor examine her to determine if she is mentally fit to make her own decisions." He grinned evilly. "I can fight dirty, as well, you little sl..."

"If you dare finish that sentence, then I will be compelled to put my fist in your face, sir!" Roger roared. His hands were balled and something in his eyes spoke a warning to the large policeman.

The cop put his hand on the lawyer's shoulder. "We'd best be going now; we don't want any trouble."

"Arrest him, officer. He threatened me," said the lawyer, pointing a finger at Roger.

"That he did. Considering what you were about to call the naked babe, what kind of punishment do you think he would end up facing? It isn't worth the paperwork. Let's go."

Three of the four stormed out. The cop followed them out at a slower pace, swaggering a little.

"I guess I'll get dressed and leave, too," said Jolee with a sigh.

"I'd rather you stayed," said Roger as his shoulders drooped.

Her eyes lit up and she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. Roger didn't reciprocate. Jolee let him go, stepped back and looked at him uncertainly.

"Do you forgive me for leaving my room last night?"

"Yes." He glanced at the camera. "I'll still get in trouble for letting you stay despite breaking that rule, but I'll fix things so you can stay as long as you like and you'll be happy here."

"I'll only be happy if you're here too, Roger. Now will you tell me what really goes on here?"

Roger laughed, long and hard. "Is your middle name Pandora?"

Jolee smiled. "Maybe it should be. But this is a big part of your life and I want to get to know more about you and what you do here."

"I cannot tell you. It's against the rules and you'll eventually understand why it's against the rules and you will eventually understand exactly what goes on here, but you can't be told right now."

"I understand and obey, my Den Master," she said with a curtsey.

Roger 'ahemmed' while looking a little embarrassed. "I have a delicate subject to bring up with you." She raised her eyebrows and thought, at last! "Each female is offered a dog. We could go to the kennels now. Does being sniffed by several dogs while unclothed put you off? If you are uncomfortable with the idea then I can show you back to the lady's area and we can see if you're up to it tomorrow."

"I'm getting a dog? But I thought these dogs were very valuable, pure-breds or something. Don't you sell them?" Roger shrugged. "Well, I'm okay with dogs sniffing away at me while I am in the buff. I can always walk away if I feel awkward. They're just dogs. Let's go see the kennels. Do you have big dogs?" She was feeling oddly calm, despite having just thrown her career away to be kept naked in some strange, exclusive and mysterious club. And Roger has been very nice to me, she thought, unlike most of the men I've known. Could I be falling for him?

"Yes, we have some big dogs, Jolee." Roger pressed a button on the desk and then led her from the foyer. A man approached them from the other end of the hall and Jolee self-consciously covered her breasts and groin with her hands. The man was probably in his thirties, with an average build and a pleasant face. "Max, are you busy right now?" asked Roger.

The man was dressed in coveralls and looked from Jolee to Roger. "No, not right now. What do you have in mind?"

Jolee was impressed: here was yet another man who didn't ogle her when he had the chance.

Roger glanced at Jolee and then turned to Max. "This female is ready to choose. And we need someone to watch the front desk for a while." Roger then faced Jolee. "I am sorry, Jolee. I'm afraid I forgot I'm supposed to be elsewhere right now. Max will take you to the kennels and then escort you to your room, afterward."

Max approached Roger. "It was my time," he said, glancing at Jolee.

"I know Max, but this is a special circumstance. Can you remember when my last time was?"

"You...never...participate. Okay, for you I'll wait for another turn. To be fair, though, I'll notify some of the other..." he glanced at Jolee as if he had forgotten she was there "...dogs...to be in the kennel as well. The regulations clearly state that there must be competition. You cannot sit up front and pick out..." he glanced at Jolee again. "Well, you know what I mean, boss. Give me a couple of minutes to talk to the...dogs." And Max walked back down the hallway.

Jolee dropped her hands and looked at Roger curiously. "Roger, with you I am now willing to take a lot on trust, but that was a very odd conversation."

Roger looked a little mortified. "Perhaps you're so beautiful that you made him nervous, Miss Rider?" She laughed at that and by the time she had finished laughing, Max had returned and Roger took his leave. When she thought of covering herself with her hands again, she thought it fruitless as Max had time to really take a good long look at her body. Not that he actually did, as far as she could tell.

Max led her to a door down a second hallway, peeked in and then closed the door. At Jolee's questioning look he explained, "Uhm, we can't go in quite yet. He hasn't changed...I mean he's not there...I mean they're not ready yet."

"Do I make you nervous?"

"Nervous?" he asked her with a surprised look on his face and his response confused her, in turn. His eyes dropped to her breasts and then quickly returned to her face. "I suppose you do, miss. You are quite beautiful and while the females we have here are each beautiful in their own way, you seem to have a legendary beauty about you."

"You're a smooth talker, Max," Jolee responded with a smile. "Call me Jolee."

"I cannot. Regulations do not allow for members to show too much familiarity with unmated females. I would hate to be cast out of this Club."

"So females are 'mated' here? So, I am walking around naked to attract my future husband who'll be a Club member?"

"I'm sorry, miss, I can't talk about that. I'm sure Roger will answer all your questions, eventually. But none of us will force you to do anything you don't want to do. If anybody even tries then you tell Roger." He glanced at the blonde woman and put his shoulders back a little. "Or you tell me."

Max peeked through the open door again and then opened it wide. "Well, everything is ready. See for yourself." The room was the size of a school gymnasium and there were five large 'dogs' sitting at attention. There were no people in the room, so Max's earlier misstatements seemed even more odd to Jolee. Who had he been waiting for, she wondered, I only see dogs. As Max and Jolee came into the room, the dogs focussed their attention on them.

Jolee did notice that these weren't ordinary dogs by any stretch of the imagination. Each looked to be a large wolf and she knew what wolves looked like. These animals were larger. But they also appeared to have dog features and dog colourations. She supposed these beasts could be very intimidating if aroused, but they all sat calmly and purposefully. What wonderful animals, she thought, to be trained so well as to sit at attention while in a room with no trainer.

"What do I do?" she asked timidly.

"Take a look around at the various dogs. When you tell me you are ready, I'll signal for play time and the dogs will act as they see fit. None of the dogs here are dangerous. They are all in contr...well trained, and if you want me to get them to stop I will utter the command that causes them to sit as they are now."

"What breeds are they? I don't recognize any of them? Are they part wolf?"

"Yes. But don't worry, Miss Rider. Take your time and choose well. You are perfectly safe with them."

Jolee began to walk about the room and all the beasts followed her every movement with their alert eyes, but also appeared to keep an ear twitched towards Max in case a command was issued. She found a dog that looked part labrador retriever and part wolf that she immediately took a shine to, but there was also a german shepherd-wolf mix that was simply beautiful. She walked around all the dogs. "I can't decide." The dogs were staring intently at her face and they were not distracted once, not by anything.

"The decision is not only yours. The dog has to decide he wants to be with you, as well. Are you ready for them to move around?" Jolee nodded yes. "Break!" called Max.

All the dogs rose up on all four paws simultaneously. Jolee noted that these were indeed big dogs and the smallest came up to her hip and likely outweighed her. Two rushed over to Jolee, sniffed her once and walked away in disinterest. A great dane-wolf mix seemed particularly enthusiastic about Jolee, put his front paws upon her shoulders and sniffed her face. Its jaws were massive and she had no idea how the dog was balancing itself, because it certainly wasn't leaning on her. She tried to push the dog far enough away so that she could ask Max to get them under control when she felt a dog pass by her legs. The great dane-wolf mix dropped its front paws to the ground and looked down at the large shepherd-wolf mix that stood between it and Jolee. The shepherd barked once and the dane walked slowly away, almost sulking. The shepherd then looked up at Jolee. It had a bit of grey in its fur but otherwise looked strong and healthy. She looked down at those large brown eyes and knew instinctively that this was one smart dog. It tentatively brought its nose towards her to sniff her groin. She stood still allowing it to bury its nose between her legs. Suddenly another animal that had been sniffing away at her bottom gave Jolee a firm push in the rear. She was pushed forward and the german shepherd's cold nose rubbed her pussy lips. She shuddered as heat filled her groin and she felt her nipples beginning to tingle. The dog sniffed in deeply. She felt herself grow wet and she worried the dog would breathe in her moisture. Then it suddenly sniffed out strongly, almost like a sneeze. The air felt like it jetted past her labia and into her vagina. She felt her nipples tingle even more strongly. The german shepherd-wolf mix lay down at her feet and she asked Max to call them to attention.

She began to walk over to Max, unsure of her decision and feeling a little shy about what he had just witnessed when she heard a whine behind her. The german shepherd was standing on all fours and was whining at her. She stopped walking away from it and stared at its deep, intelligent, brown eyes again. There was something there that she could trust. And somehow those brown eyes looked familiar...

Max approached her. "It looks like you've found your dog, Miss Rider." He went over to the dog and looked at its tag. "Someone has a sense of humour: its name is Master. Master do you want to go with Miss Rider?" The dog whined again.

"Well, Jolee, do you want this dog?"

"Yes. Yes, I do. Uhm, are they all crossbreeds between domestic dogs and wolves?"

"They're not crossbreeds, miss. They're all purebred..."

Master barked once, interrupting Max's explanation.

"Do I need any special command words to control him? He's so big I could actually ride him. I don't think I'll ever be able to physically control him."

Max started laughing.

"Well I guess the idea of a naked cowgirl riding a giant half-wolf half-dog is pretty funny," she giggled.

"Well then, I'll get you to your room. You and...Master can get to know each other a little better. You'll find his stuff delivered to your door shortly. I'll have to ask Roger to record the transfer of ownership tomorrow morning. He'll see you some time in the morning, too."

"Wait. I'd like to see Roger and maybe have lunch with him..."

"Don't worry about it, Jolee. You'll see Roger tomorrow, meanwhile you learn about and bond with your new dog."

"But I was really hoping to spend more time with Roger today." It came out a little more petulant than Jolee intended.

"Roger has become...tied down, let's say. He won't be able to see you until tomorrow. I know he would spend time with you today, if he could." Master barked, seemingly in agreement. When Jolee looked down at her new dog, he was happily staring back at her with his tail wagging.

Max led Jolee and Master out of the room, up the stairs to the third floor and down another hall. Picking the second last door on the left, he opened it and led her and the dog into it. "I believe this is your room."

"I like the window, but I'm in the buff and someone outside could see me," pointed out Jolee, remembering her concern from the previous evening. "Can I get blinds or curtains?"

"Whenever you wish to make the window opaque simply turn that dial at the side there. The regulations are very specific that the female must stay alone in her room for the remainder of the day with her new beast. Someone will bring you lunch and dinner, today. Breakfast will be first thing tomorrow morning and you'll likely meet some of the other females at that time. I'll come and collect you for breakfast. Have fun, Miss Rider. You too, Master," he said, smirking at his private joke again. The dog responded with a dismissive bark.




In The Dog House Ch. 02



"Thanks, Max," said Jolee. He closed the door behind himself after he left. Jolee considered going into the hall and asking if she needed to bolt the door tonight, but one look at Master convinced her that there was little that could threaten her with this huge creature protecting her. Immediately Jolee began playing with the dog, patting it and giving it a massage.

After a short while there was a knock on the door. Jolee opened it forgetting she was nude. She then let go of the door and covered her breasts and pussy as best she could. There was a strange man with a trolley standing in the hallway. He had coveralls on and seemed a little younger then Jolee. "I've got your lunch and your stuff for the dog, Miss Rider." He took a look at the dog and then picked up a clipboard and read the top of it silently. "Oh, so you got Master. He was the pick of the bunch. A little bit bossy at times, but...." Master's sudden bark interrupted him. "And you're a pretty one, too." He finished with an appraising look at Jolee. He began to unload dog paraphernalia from the cart, pausing at each load so that Jolee could indicate where she wanted it. "I named him Master. It was a bit of a joke on...for Roger. You're going to have years of fun with him."

Once the man was finished unloading the cart he took a long, slow look at Jolee. "You know if there is anything else I can do for you..." he whispered. Master began to growl quietly.

"No. Thanks. Good night," and she pushed the door shut. She shivered. That delivery man had reminded her of so many other men she had met. Jolee looked at Master. "He just wanted one thing from me, Master. But I know him for what he is. You'll look after me, won't you?"

The wolf-dog let out a happy bark.

Jolee kept herself busy grooming and playing with Master. She was a little surprised that the beast had no interest in regular dog games and none of those types of toys were provided. As dinner approached, she found she was sitting on the bed with Master lying contentedly beside her while she idly stroked his fur.

There was a knock on the door. Jolee rose and opened the door to find Megan. The pregnant woman was holding a golden platter in front of her.

"Hello, Megan." Jolee heard a curious whine behind her.

"Hello, Jolee. Have you chosen yet?" Megan offered the blonde the platter while stretching to see if there was a canine in the room. When the brunette saw Master, her brow furrowed. "I don't recognize him. Who is he?"

Jolee set the platter down on the makeup table and invited Megan in. "The name on the tag was Master."

"Master? But who is..." Megan put a hand over her mouth as her eyes opened wide. "Jolee, how much do you actually know?"

"Not much. I still haven't figured out what that thing was that was prowling the hall last night. And neither Roger nor Max really explained much about this choosing ceremony except for the fact that I now own a dog." Jolee looked at Master fondly. "Well, I now own a wolf-dog hybrid."

Megan's cheeks reddened and she approached Master, who was sitting attentively on the bed and staring at the two women. "Uhm, Master I have told no one that she left her room last night. Neither of us need to be punished."

"I know he's a smart dog, Megan, but come on, he's still just an animal."

Megan shot Jolee a look of disbelief. "Maybe I should give you some information about this place, Jolee."

"Finally! I've tried all my feminine wiles on Roger and it seems to have gotten me nowhere. He was even too busy to have lunch or dinner with me today."

Megan chuckled. "I can understand that and you will too, eventually. First, I wanted to tell you that either one or both of us could have been kicked out of the Club for leaving our rooms last night. Or we could have died. I could have been cast out even though I left my room to bring you back to yours. But, since only the three of us know and there are no recordings of what goes on in the women's private rooms, I think we're going to get away with it this time."

"Well, I won't tell anyone and obviously Master won't either, but why do I think you're not going to explain last night's mystery?"

Megan smiled enigmatically. "Second, someone did explain to you that the Choosing Ceremony isn't just you choosing one of them, it's also one of them choosing you? It's part of the Club rituals having to do with an ancient belief in the mysticism of a bond between two souls. Did Roger or Max explain about transfer of ownership?"

"Sort of. Max said Roger would deal with that tomorrow."

"Well, brace yourself girl. You are now owned by him," Megan nodded at Master.

"Excuse me?" said Jolee, much of her faith in Roger quickly eroding away.

"Now don't get scared. This Club has ancient customs and rituals going back hundreds of years. When a female enters the club and is tagged, she then becomes the property of the entire Club. It doesn't mean you are a slave or that Roger would ever dream of selling you or preventing you from walking out, if you really wanted to leave. However, the moment you put on that gold tag, in the eyes of every member of the Lupinus Major Club from any den in the world you are the property of the Club. Now when you go through the Choosing Ceremony your ownership changes."

"Master is now my owner?"

"Technically. At least in the eyes of this Club."

"So what exactly does that mean?"

"I can't tell you everything. I can tell you that you are expected to look after Master to the best of your ability. Also, your status in the Club has risen. Things are really going to start to happen for you shortly. I think you'll be very happy, Jolee." Megan eyes became sparkly as tears formed and her mouth transformed into a big smile. "All of us have waited for something special to happen and most of us thought it never would. And now it has. Can I give you a hug, Jolee?"

"Uhm, okay," said the blonde uncertainly. Megan opened her arms and pulled Jolee tightly against her. "I'm so happy for you and Roger," Megan whispered very quietly into Jolee's ear.

As they broke the hug, Jolee asked "but what does..."

Megan put a finger over Jolee's lips and while staring at the blonde's face, nodded briefly toward Master.

"I've got to go. I'll talk more with you tomorrow, if we can both find the time."

Jolee closed the door and turned to Master. "The people here have the weirdest conversations."



In The Dog House Ch. 03



The next morning there was a knock on the door while Jolee was busy grooming Master. She opened it to see Max.

"Good morning, Max. Have you seen Roger?"

"Good morning, Jolee. Yes, I have seen Roger and he is still very busy at the moment, but I'm sure he'll find some time for you right after breakfast. Did you sleep well?"

"Oh, Master and I slept very well. At first he pawed around the floor a bit, right after I turned off the lights. Then I told him to come right up on to the bed and he and I slept soundly after that." She didn't mention to Max that the two had slept spooning the entire night, nor how she had woken up crying for some reason and had found emotional comfort in the mere presence of the large animal.

"Well, if you've finished your morning ablutions I'll take you to the female's kitchen and you can fix yourself and Master some breakfast. Oh, by the way, don't be surprised if Master wanders off at some point. He's familiar with the building and will easily find his way back to you."

"Oh, I don't think he's going to wander off. Do I need to keep him on a lead?"

Max began laughing uproariously. As tears came from his eyes the dog began to growl. Max quickly stifled his laughter and wiped away his tears. "Sorry, Jolee. That was a private joke. Roger would enjoy it a great deal." And Max started laughing again. Master barked twice. Jolee turned to tell Master to be quiet, but Max spoke first. "Okay...okay...I'm done. Jolee, I'll take you to breakfast now." Max was still chuckling and Jolee was once again baffled by the whole affair.

He led her down the hallway and Master followed faithfully behind her. Max pushed a door open and ushered the pretty blonde in. The door swung shut like an old-time saloon door right behind them. There were two other naked women there, both with dogs, one with a retriever-wolf hybrid and one with a great dane-wolf hybrid. "Tricia, Felicity, this is Jolee Rider. She's the new female at our facility." The two ladies said hi to Jolee and then went back to their conversation about a book they had both read, one Jolee was not familiar with. "Jolee, I think Roger will probably be by in awhile to take you back down to medical. There's nothing wrong. It's just some additional work the doctor needs to do."

"Okay, I'll see you later, Max. And thanks."

Jolee went into the kitchen and examined the board. There was quite a variety of food and it was all fresh. She set aside some raw chopped steak for Master. She was sure he would love the steak and sure enough, he tore into his breakfast. She smiled contentedly as she set about making herself some waffles, with cream and strawberries. Once she was done she walked over to where the ladies were sitting and pondered where she should sit.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Jolee. We're just finished and leaving. All four of us have to get some exercise, this morning," said Felicity. Felicity reached over and tweaked one of Tricia's nipples causing it to rise appreciably. "All this good eating makes her fat."

The three women giggled. "Do you exercise every day?" asked Jolee.

"We try to," responded Tricia, "the wolves love all the running about, and the games. And we do have to keep in shape, don't we. You won't have to exercise, though, will you Jolee? I mean look at those boobs, they're nearly perfect. Do they ever sag? And I saw your butt swaying as you sauntered in here. That's a great butt, not flat like mine and not too chubby like Felicity's." Felicity playfully punched her arm in response. "Your butt won't get in the way at all, will it? And I saw the way you were almost glowing when you walked in here. Someone had a very good first night, didn't they?" And the two ladies giggled.

Jolee smiled. "Actually, it was a very good night and it was my second night. I'm a little surprised at how comfortable I am walking around in my bare skin. I've always been nervous about being in the buff in public and I've had to do it three times for my job. But it's beginning to seem completely normal here and the guys don't stare at you like you're a piece of meat, well most of the guys."

"Well, they have regulations here," said Felicity. "But a lot of the guys here are real gentlemen. Roger's been very careful when picking Club members. Who've you picked out there?" She bent down to look at Master's tag. "Master?" She looked up at Jolee. "What's his real name, honey?"

Master barked suddenly. 

"Master 'is' his name, Felicity," reminded Tricia. "Don't you-recognize him?" 

Felicity stared into the dog's face. Master stared back into hers and then tilted his head. "No, I don't remember one of them being a german shepherd."

Tricia sighed and turned to Jolee. "We must be confusing you quite a bit right now."

"It's not the first time here that I've felt like I'm only hearing half of a conversation." Jolee leaned forward. "What's really going on?"

Tricia looked at Master and then looked at Jolee. "Jolee, do you like this place so far?" Jolee nodded. "Do you like the wolf you picked out?"

"And don't forget he picked her out, too," added Felicity. Tricia shot her a dirty look.

"Yes, Master is a wonderful dog, wolf, hybrid, whatever he is. He seems to have such intelligence in his eyes. And..." Jolee hesitated.

"And what Jolee?" prompted Tricia.

"I don't know but he sort of reminds me of Roger and his manner. It's silly, I know."

Felicity started laughing. Tricia tried to hush her and quickly gave up and chuckled herself. Yet another inside joke, thought Jolee with frustration. "Jolee, what do you think of Roger?" 

Jolee thought carefully about the question. Both ladies and all three dogs were staring at her a little too intently. "At first I thought he was a bit stuffy. But when I was sitting in front of him and completely naked he kept staring at my face and seemed genuinely interested in my answers to his questions. He didn't stare at my boobs and pussy. At first I wondered if he might be gay."

Tricia and Felicity's dogs barked in such a way that Jolee could have sworn they were laughing. What was going on here, she wondered? "But he's really very masculine. Not in a macho way, more like a quiet inner strength. The more I think about him the more attractive I find him. He's the first man I've known in six years that I would like to bed probably as much as he would like to bed someone with my body." Oh, you stupid girl, she thought, what if one of these women is his lover?

Everyone went quiet. Felicity spoke next. "Jolee, I think if Roger wants to fuck you it's because he's talked to you and really finds you one of those rare people that actually interest him. It wouldn't be just your body he wanted. He wouldn't settle for a woman just because her body's a ten."

"Look, don't tell Roger any of what I just said. Please?" Jolee pleaded. "I'm not sure why I confided to you two in the first place. I've just met you. People here seem so..."

"So nice?" asked Felicity. "And you didn't just tell the two of us, you told the five of us." Felicity started laughing at her confusing joke, while Tricia shook her head in exasperation.

"Don't worry, neither of us will tell Roger," Tricia said with a big smirk. "And I think you are going to be very happy here, Jolee. Try not to be put off by anyone...or anything." The two ladies waved goodbye and walked out of the kitchen arm in arm with their dogs faithfully following them.

Master walked over to Jolee and put his head in her lap and looked up at her with his deep, brown eyes. "I haven't even known you for twenty-four hours and you already know I can refuse you nothing?" She held a bite of waffle in front of him and he quickly moved forward and ate it, taking great care to be gentle with Jolee's hand. Jolee knew that Master's jaw was large enough and powerful enough to have taken her hand off in one bite, but she also instinctively knew that he would always be gentle with her.

She ate her breakfast peacefully enough. Master didn't seem to want any more handouts and was lying under the table at her feet. She wondered about when she would be leaving this strange but wonderful place. Would they really let her keep this apparently valuable wolf-dog hybrid? Roger had seemed sincere about that. Now, she wondered, why was she thinking like that? She considered it more and realized she actually liked being here. She had gotten used to walking around the building nude, or 'in the buff' as she always said. She wondered if she should ask Roger if she could leave for a day to get her business arranged. But he had said she could leave whenever she wanted, hadn't he? She certainly didn't feel like a prisoner. And she just knew if she did leave the Club that she would be soon be back in the entry room, stripping down so she could come back in, for him.

Just then, the door opened and a red headed woman walked in. She had silicone tits and a bit of extra weight on her hips, tummy and butt. "Hi, you must be the new 'female'. I'm Anne. Just let me get my breakfast and I'll be right with you."

Jolee had been startled out of her thoughts by the woman's abrupt entrance and had dropped the last piece of waffle, topped with a heaping scoop of cream, onto the seat between her legs. She searched for it for a few seconds and then before she could reach down to retrieve it, Anne was seating herself at the table and had her hand extended. Jolee stopped fishing for the dropped food, reached out and shook the woman's hand.

"Call me Jolee. I came in yesterday. It's nice to meet you. You don't have a dog?" The woman was eating a sugary cereal topped with more white sugar for breakfast. As the woman finished her mouthful Jolee felt something cold brush her thigh.

It was Master and he was trying to get at the dropped waffle. Jolee squeezed her legs shut, but Master just pushed his head in between them until his tongue could reach the seat where the food had spilled. He began to lick it up. Jolee opened her legs a little, inviting Master to clean up her mess. Jolee took a quick look down and saw he was having trouble licking it up and had actually pushed it further towards her. Anne couldn't see the dog and Jolee didn't know how to stop Master without embarrassing herself in front of Anne. She decided to let Master get to the food quickly, so she spread her legs further apart.

"Nope. I don't have a mutt and if I play my cards right I never will. I'll just stay here and keep eating and relaxing until I reach a ripe old age."

Master had now begun to lick along her thighs where the cream had splattered before falling onto the seat. Jolee kept as still as she could and tried to distract Anne with conversation.

"Don't you like dogs?"

"Oh, yeah, I like dogs fine. But I don't want to get involved with what goes on around here." She leaned forward in a conspiratorial manner. "It isn't moral."

Master now had licked clean her thighs and his tongue was now lapping up the pieces of her breakfast that had been pushed to her labia. Jolee felt heat begin to build in her loins and her nipples began to tingle.

"Everyone here seems very nice. Do they force you to stay?" said Jolee, while she mentally told herself to stay calm and think of the dullest things she could.

"Oh, yeah. They all seem nice and most of them are fairly nice. Now you take Robert, the guy who delivers stuff all through the building. He's a nice guy. And with the right encouragement, he'll share a half an hour or so with you in your room. After all, we have our needs to attend to, don't we? And no one forces me to do anything. I could leave whenever I wanted, but I've got something good going on here and these 'people' won't do anything to stop me."

Master's tongue had now passed the labia and was working on the opening of her vagina. Every once in awhile, the tongue seemed to extend until it was just inside. The waffle didn't get pushed up that far did it, Jolee wondered? And I'm sitting down: how the devil is he getting his tongue in there? Oh, no. He's found something else to taste up there. He keeps getting me wetter and wetter and that makes him push his tongue in for more. Oh, you naughty wolf, if you really had to do this why couldn't you do it in the privacy of our room before we came to breakfast?

Jolee realized she needed to respond to Anne's question that she hadn't quite heard. "Uh-hum," was all she could get out and she felt like she had been holding it back for a few seconds. God, she thought, this feels so good. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this wonderful, with her heart pounding in her chest. But then it was very hard to remember anything right now. She just wanted to spread her legs further and further and let Master really go deep. It didn't matter right now that Master was just an animal. What was that stupid woman prattling on about?

"...and I'll tell you the secret. Go ahead and choose a 'dog', but once you're back in your room use the bathroom and rub a little wolfsbane on yourself. He'll be out of your room pretty quick and he won't know why; it's an involuntary reflex. I can give you some."

Jolee got out another "Uh-hum", but she stretched it out into an "Uh-hummm". She looked sharply at Anne, but the woman hadn't even noticed. Oh god, she thought, if Master doesn't let up soon I'll be moaning loudly and Anne will notice that.

"You do know that the men here are all were..."

Master interrupted Jolee's pleasure and Anne's monologue with a loud bark.

Anne froze and Jolee jumped. Anne slowly looked under the table. Jolee could see from her vantage point that Master and Anne were staring at each other.

"You didn't tell me you had one here!" she accused. Anne, red-faced, then got up from her half-eaten breakfast and stormed out of the room. Master walked half way to the door and stopped. He turned and looked at Jolee, bowed his head and then left through the door. Jolee was about to follow him when she remembered what Max had told her. Master would be safe and would find his way back to her soon enough. She decided that she had best give him his freedom to wander or he might start to resent her and she didn't want Master to resent her under any circumstances. This break would also give her time to figure out how to prevent Master from doing what he had just been doing to her.

She took her plate, glass and utensils over to the sink. She noticed that Tricia and Felicity had not cleaned up after their breakfast. For that matter, neither had Anne. Jolee gathered it all up in the sink, found some dish soap and a clean rag under the sink and began to wash the dishes. She then dried everything and put it all away. She gave the counters where the food had been prepared a wipe with the soapy rag as well.

"Look at me, every man's dream girl: I'm barefoot, naked and keeping myself busy in the kitchen. What kind of girl am I that when I'm stripped of my clothes I automatically go domestic?" She put her hands on the counter and hung her head. She stood and looked down at the clean counter for a couple of minutes. "I don't feel subservient. I feel...horny. God, I'm so wet right now. But I don't feel dirty or sleazy, just happy, although a trifle unsatisfied right now." She turned and looked at the empty sink. "I've been having a lazy time of it since I got here and maybe I wanted to contribute something here. What a place! Men have misused me for years; I come into a place filled with strange men and have to walk around naked and I like it. Why? What made me feel comfortable here? Master? No, I felt comfortable here before I met Master, despite all the odd comments people make." She snapped her fingers. "It was Roger!"

Suddenly the door to the kitchen opened. Roger stood in the doorway, looking cross. "I take it Anne didn't return?"

Jolee glanced up at the small camera in the corner of the room and suddenly felt terrible. She was a slut, a depraved sex-fiend and Roger was going to take Master away from her and kick her out of the Club. She didn't even care if she was thrown onto the street naked, as she was. She had enjoyed a sexual experience with her dog! How could Roger possibly respect her any more?

"Jolee, please come with me," said Roger in a firm voice.

Jolee left the sink area and walked to the door with her head down. She thought she felt some wetness dipping down one of her legs, but she did not care. She felt like her world had ended. She could plead with Roger to let her keep Master and stay, but she was afraid that would turn her into the type of woman who starts crying whenever she doesn't get what she wants. Besides, she didn't think Roger was the type of man to be swayed by the hysterics of a naked woman, no matter how pretty she was.

"I am so sorry, Roger, it just happened. A piece of waffle fell between my legs. Master started licking it up. Anne sat at the table and distracted me and things just went too far, too fast. Please don't take Master away from me or kick me out of this Club." It all came out before she could stop herself. She suddenly realized that she wanted to get to know Roger much better than she already did, in every sense.

Roger was taken aback. "Jolee, I understand these things happen. Neither you nor...Master is in trouble. I was...saw on the security cameras that Anne was talking to you and what Master was doing and I came here to make things right. We don't want you to feel sad or uncomfortable. Anne on the other hand is a bit of a troublemaker."

"She told me something about wolfsbane. What was that all about? It sounds crazy. What does she think you guys are, werewolves?"

Roger's face suddenly went red. Jolee was surprised by the reaction. First he is shocked by the idea that I think he might kick me out of here, and then he is shocked again when I ask him if he's a werewolf, she thought. What is going on in this place? Oh, God. Roger certainly doesn't seem like it, but can he and everyone else here be crazy? Everyone here seems so normal, except for...a lot of the regulations and their behaviour. Jolee started laughing at the incongruity of the situation. Roger appeared to ease up and then he tensed up again.

"Anne's using wolfsbane. Okay, Anne's days here are finished. I'll see that she leaves and soon. But are you all right, Jolee? You are something special. I've never met...well, you are very special."

Jolee sniffed and nodded her head. "I'm okay. And thank you for the kind words, Roger. Since I first sat naked in front of you, you've been a gentleman and made me feel that this was a nice place to be."

"Even with the nudity and the weird comments? Okay, then, let's get you to medical and then you can have some play time with Master outside. Will that cheer you up?"

"Oh, yes, Roger it will. You're wonderful, Roger." And she stood on her tiptoes and gave him a kiss on the lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed her breasts hard up against his chest. He responded to the kiss and wrapped his arms around her waist. With Master's foreplay and Roger being so nice, Jolee was ready to fuck him right then and there in the hallway. She didn't give a damn if anyone walked down that hallway and saw them entwined on the carpet.

She was about to invite him back to her room, but Roger had other ideas. He gently raised his arms up along her ribs. Jolee thought he might want to finger her breasts so she backed off a little to give him room to get his hands on them. But his hands kept going up until they gently grabbed her arms and eased them away from around his neck. Jolee backed away a little more and pouted.

"I know you're attracted to me. I can feel your hard-on straining against your pants. I'm very horny right now Roger and I want you."

Roger gave a tired sigh. "Jolee. We can't do this right now."

"Why not? I'm hot and ready, more so than I've ever been before. If you want me to suck you off I'll do it. If you want to take me out on the street and cum all over my face, I'll happily oblige. If you want to impregnate me, I'll joyfully help you as best as I can. I just need you to do what any man wants to do with a naked woman standing right in front of him, who happens to think he is very sexy."




In The Dog House Ch. 03



"No, Jolee. We can't. It's not the right coupling...it's just not... Please, Jolee. As much as I want to take you back down the hall to your room and make love to you, I can't right now. And I can't explain why right now, either. There are other regulations and laws that I am bound to follow if I am to be true to myself. And they also help make me the type of man that you might find desirable. Please don't push me on this right now."

"Yes, Roger. I understand...well actually I don't understand, but I trust you. As much as you want to, there are reasons for us not to 'consummate' our feelings right here and now. I hope you understand that I am not some slut who's just trying to bed the man in charge and that I really have strong feelings for you as well. I trust you'll let me know when the time is right for the two of us. I think I'm going to stay horny for you for quite awhile." An idea came to her. "I'll wait for you as long as you want, my big werewolf." Jolee started laughing. She laughed so hard that her abdomen ached by the time Roger escorted her to medical.

As Roger left the medical room, she called out to him, "Can I see you after Master and I get some exercise in the yard?"

Roger nodded his head. After the door closed, she whispered, "My big werewolf," and then smiled at the nonsensical whimsy of her life.

The Doctor offered Jolee a drink from a paper cup. She drank the sweet, blue liquid. "So what was that, Doctor? It tasted quite good."

"An enhancement serum to enhance your senses and sensations," mumbled the doctor. Now I have to take another look at your vagina and cervix, pet. So you know now, do you? We don't have to keep up with the pretense any more and you're comfortable with the whole thing? I am a little surprised he actually told you, maybe he is loosening up more of the rules around here."

Jolee obliged him by getting up on the appropriate table and putting her feet in the stirrups. She decided that the Doctor had misinterpreted something she or Roger had said and decided to subtly try to gain more information.

"Yes, I know everything now. Roger explained it all before we came down here. But it was a bit of a shock," she began.

"Oh, yes, I can understand that. To be told that the bogeyman that everyone says is sheer fantasy is actually real. Yes, quite a shock. Did he explain the history and the reason for the changes?

"No, he skipped over that part." Her heart skipped a beat. Changes? Bogeyman?

"Well it's his first time finding someone in over twenty-five years and that other young woman was merely using him. He was young and naive and totally believed that she loved him. They went on a romantic vacation and she slipped a wolfsbane extract into his wine and then fled. He was sick as a...well, sick as a dog if you'll pardon the juvenile humour. When he returned he was a broken man and it took the Club Master months to sort him out. He was never willing to submit to a Choosing Ceremony after that, at least until you came into our home, dear."

That was the second time that someone had mentioned wolfsbane. The only thing she knew about wolfsbane was that it kept werewolves away in movies... "Doctor, what is it about the wolfsbane. I think it's a plant, but I don't know anything else about it."

He raised his head and stared her in the face for what seemed like an eternity. She struggled to appear calm, but her heart was beating very fast. "I guess nowadays people are more interested in social media and reality TV," she winced, "than old monster lore. Wolfsbane is a poison to werewolves. We ingest it and we can die. Silver works, as well. The bitch had tried to kill Roger. Can you believe someone would want to kill him?"

She felt anger building at the idea of some cold-hearted, calculating bitch plotting to poison Roger and leave him for dead, especially after stringing him along. "No," she said through gritted teeth.

"As for the change, I think it was about three or four hundred years ago that it began. Werewolves weren't as organized then and we were pure killers. Often the contraction of lycanthropy, or lycanthropus necromaledict as it was wrongly termed, was enough to shatter the mind in that ignorant time. Now we call them psychopaths, but there was no name for them back then. Some enterprising family named the Von Lupines organized themselves and decided that if we were to survive as a race then we would have to change our ways. At first they tried harsh training techniques not far removed from torture. After a few decades, some bright member of the family checked the family history and found a link between being an intelligent and relatively peaceful werewolf and being born to a woman of any human race other than ours. The Lupinus Major Club has its earliest roots in that discovery."

"So, we girls are chosen solely as breeding stock?" asked Jolee, more than a little disappointed.

"No. At that time, girls were rounded up, impregnated and then cast aside when their childbearing years were over. But it wasn't long before the simple discovery was made that a long-term family unit kept the offspring mentally stable. So those werewolves that married their breeding female produced the ideal werewolf young. So today we have the situation where both the werewolf and the female must choose each other, hence the Choosing Ceremony. You may have met Tricia, Felicity, Megan and Anne?" Jolee nodded. "Well, Tricia is married to Alec and Felicity is married to Oscar, while Megan is married to Augustus. Anne has not chosen and less of us are interested in choosing her than when she first arrived. Veronica is pregnant and married to Arthur. You probably haven't met them yet, as they have been out house hunting for the last couple of weeks. Roger encourages expecting couples to find a home outside the Club, feeling it is best for the children to be raised in a more traditional human environment."

"So I'm to be a bride."

"Yes. Funny, I would have thought Roger would have explained that to you. I pictured him more of a proposing on one knee type of man."

Jolee was suddenly trapped.

"Oh, wait, I know why he didn't tell you." The Doctor took his gloves off and rubbed his chin. He motioned for Jolee to sit up. "He won't tell you. You have to discover something for yourself. But to continue the lesson, the true change happened a couple of generations after werewolves began breeding with non-werewolf females. When the infants reached adulthood, they had less and less wolf-like qualities. In the same way that dogs are derived from wolves, through domestication by man, 'weredogs' are derived from werewolves, through the domestication by woman. We werewolves owe females such as you a great debt. We do still call ourselves werewolves, though. Weredog doesn't have quite the style that the term werewolf does."

Jolee began to have a cold sweat.

"Of course, now the process is completely voluntary. The female is free to leave at any time and everything is revealed to the female before any breeding actually begins. There is one aspect that we have found difficult to overcome. For us, engaging in intimacy in any of our forms seems completely normal. Most women, however, have an antipathy to being intimate with a werewolf, even if it is only while in human form. The Clubs decided long ago to accept any female who came through the door. In this way, we gathered those females who were the most desperate to flee the outer world and stay with us. Why else would a woman enter our Club, unless she had given up on everything else? When you came to the door, what did you think this place was?"

Jolee was becoming very concerned that the Doctor would notice her trembling from agitation. "Uhm, a kinky sex club of some type."

"Well, hopefully we haven't disappointed you too much, dear," he said while patting her hand.

"I think I would have been more disappointed to find Roger was in charge of some kinky sex club..."

"Does everything make sense, now?"

"Uhm, no. How can these things be true? How can a man transform into one of those huge dog-wolf hybrids?"

"Ahh. Please understand that I am a man of science. But you are talking about areas of magic. I don't have those answers and no one has ever been able to figure them out. It's like asking where does love come from or how do you merely think and then your body moves. They are the great questions. You know, we have a philosophy group that meets about once per week, if you are interested, although I think they pride themselves in never having come up with even one ultimate truth. Roger leads the group."

Jolee smiled and began to relax. Doing anything with Roger was bound to be fun.

"I trust you forgive me for slipping a little something into your drink the last time you visited me? Usually we wait a few days and then dose the female with a bit of 'mood enhancer' that renders her a little less inhibited. Roger was insistent that you were ready immediately and he was concerned about your first night being the Wild Night. He really thinks you are one special woman."

"I've grown very fond of him in the short time I've known him."

"Well, the 'mood enhancer' wore off during the previous night, so it is genuine attraction you're feeling right now. I tuned you up, so you're ready to breed today if you want."

"What?"

"Roger said that you had told him you were ready for impregnation. Well, he implied it."

"But only..." Jolee bit her lip. How could she tell the Doctor that she was attracted to Roger and yet Master had got her fired up? No, not Master. It was whoever Master was when he wasn't in his animal form. It was someone she hadn't even met as a human man, yet! Oh, this was so confusing.

"I don't think you need be afraid of anything, my dear," said the Doctor in a calming tone.

"What?"

"I'm sorry. I suppose you've been given a lot of cryptic statements to sort through since you arrived among us." He stood beside her as she sat up. He put his hand under her chin and lifted her head up so they were face to face. "I don't have permission to reveal the truth to you. I'm sorry. But I think you'll be happy with everything. By the way, while I was conducting the gynaecological exam I noticed that someone's been busy down there, although I see no sign of semen. It likely didn't take as it wasn't during the correct part of your cycle."

Jolee's face went red. "I sort of got very horny. I'm finding myself torn between two men right now. I'm still feeling very horny right now, despite the examination."

"Two men?" he asked, in surprise. "But I had thought that Roger...no matter. It is your life and you have to sort it out yourself."

"I'll just wait for Roger then?"

"You really haven't figured...no, I think you just don't want to see, yet. Roger is busy. I'll get one of the other pets to take you to the exercise yard." He walked over to a computer.

"So, Doctor? Why do you call us pets?"

"Uhm, I hadn't thought about it. I guess I do call you females that quite a bit." He held up his left hand. "Notice something missing? I'm almost ninety, my dear. Don't you think with seventy plus years of being around pretty women I should have found at least one to my liking? I'm a big Judy Garland fan."

"Oh. Don't they have similar Lupinus Major Clubs for gay men, well for homosexuals in general?"

"Not when I was young enough to have much fun, dear. And even now, most werewolves aren't very accepting of those of us who have different tastes. Roger and many of the men here are exceptions." Jolee didn't know how to respond and the Doctor seemed occupied with his test results.

A few boring minutes later, Felicity walked into the room with her great dane and Master. "Hiya, Jolee. Ready for some exercise?"

Jolee pushed herself off the examination table. "Yeah. I really need some right now." She could still feel a comfortable but unsatisfied hotness in her pussy and her nipples had not stopped tingling since breakfast.

"Ha." Felicity reached out and cupped Jolee's breasts in her hands. "These things still feel very firm." And she gave them a good squeeze. Then she flicked Jolee's nipples a few times with her thumbs. "Perfectly round and firm and these nipples of yours look like they are about ready to pop out. I guess maybe when you reach the right temperature...?" Jolee glanced at the animals and then reached out and grabbed Felicity's nipples, giving them a tweak. Jolee took a step forward and opened her mouth over Felicity's. She was unsure of whether the other woman would want to kiss or not. Jolee had never kissed another woman passionately, much less fondled one's breasts.

They kissed and Jolee could feel the tingling subside in her nipples and her pussy began to cool down. There was no magic. Another woman was not how she was going to get satisfaction. As their lips parted, Felicity ran her hand down Jolee's body and stuck three fingers up into her pussy.

"Doc, what did you give this girl? She's wetter than the swimming pool!" She moved her fingers around inside Jolee. All Jolee could do was let out a loud moan and partially collapse against the other woman. Felicity hugged her tightly.

"If you two lesbians are quite finished, I have work to do. And I only gave her the usual stuff two days ago and that has long ago lost its potency. It must be my animal magnetism."

"Animal magnetism, my ass. And she isn't a lesbian. She needs a cock and badly." She turned to Jolee and helped her out into the hall. "Come on, we'll go to the exercise yard."

Jolee took a look at Master and agreed to Felicity's suggestion. Some hard exercise would work this lust out of her body. She was afraid to get to know the man who was Master as Roger was still foremost on her mind.

Eventually, Felicity led her to a door and pushed it open. Sunlight shone into the hallway. Felicity helped Jolee outside and sat her down on a bench. Master and the great dane were jumping about in the tall grass, while Jolee looked about. It was like a small park with a very high wall around it. And there appeared to be some sort of semi-transparent ceiling that allowed sunlight in. The neighbouring buildings had no windows facing the park and she wondered how the Club had arranged that. There were a few walkways meandering around the trees, bushes, flowers and grasses that filled the park. There were two other benches that she could see.

"Oscar and I just finished up in here, but I can stick around to keep you company, if you want me to."

"I'd appreciate that. Maybe Master and I'll go for a short walk. Have you seen Roger?"

Felicity made a show of searching around the park and then stared briefly at Master. "No, I haven't actually seen Roger since yesterday. Oscar and I'll stay near this bench. If you need anything, just call one of us. Oh, by the way, the groundskeeper may be around. His name is Ivan and he's quite nice, although he doesn't talk much."

Jolee called to Master and she began to lead him along one of the paths. Master bounded up with a stick in his jaws and she briefly played tug of war with him. Then he released the stick and she fell onto her butt in a flower bed. "Oops! I hope Ivan isn't upset about that." Jolee could hear Felicity laughing at either her clumsiness or Master's joke and she gave her a friendly wave.

"My flowers!" said a slim, middle-aged man in coveralls.

Jolee stood up quickly, brushing dry soil of her bottom. "I'm sorry. We were playing tug of war and I lost my balance. You're Ivan, right? I'm Jolee." She held out her hand.

Ivan reached out, took her hand, brought it to his lips and kissed the back of it very gently. "The Den Master will want me to fix this up, if you don't mind."

Jolee walked a little distance away and threw the stick a couple of more times. Master happily brought it back. 

She noticed that Master was almost puppy-like in his playfulness, which made her wonder exactly how old he really was. She also found it odd that a man she didn't know would behave like this around her, even while in the shape of a half-wolf and half-dog. Jolee wondered what he looked like as a man. Was he as handsome as Roger?

"Back to playing fetch for us. I'm trying desperately to cool down. Where's that stick?" She picked it up and threw it again, back in the direction of Felicity and Oscar. She hoped being near the two of them would keep her lust down, and Master's as well. Oh, she pleaded, why couldn't Roger be here now?

"Damn. What is he doing?" Master appeared to be jamming the stick into the ground and then suddenly the stick disappeared out of sight. Master bounded back to Jolee, his tongue lolling. Master seemed to want Jolee to follow and retrieve the stick for him.

She walked over to where he dropped it. There was a narrow hole with the cover pushed off. She thought she could see the stick down the hole. "What are you doing, Master? Don't you know you are supposed to make your own holes and not use the ones for drainage or the sprinklers or whatever this is? Or even better, you could have changed back into a man and got this yourself."

She gave Felicity another wave and got down on all fours. Stretching her arm down the hole, she could just feel the stick with her fingertips. She reached down again and was surprised to feel wetness on her bottom. Master was licking her. She didn't move. Maybe he would bring her off with his tongue. That would cool her down, but what about Roger? She knew the grass here was too tall for Felicity to see what Master was doing unless she stood up. She hoped her friend would stay seated on the bench. And she didn't even know this man's name!

Master's tongue worked its way quickly over her clitoris, delved into the folds of her labia and then thrust into her vagina. "Oh," Jolee let out a gasp. That felt so good after all the sexual frustration today. Master kept licking and licking. Sometimes his lengthy tongue would go deep and she could swear he managed to flick it past her cervix. Sometimes his tongue lapped up the moisture streaming off her labia. It felt like her vagina was a river of pussy juices and her lips there were a waterfall. Master was doing his best to catch every drop of these juices on his tongue.

Roger suddenly popped into her mind. She reached back and pushed Master's head away from her and then sat in the grass.

"Oh, Master, what am I going to do? I think I love Roger, but I am somehow finding your attentions very arousing and I can't help but think that's wrong. I know you're a man in there, but you look like a dog, well sort of. Why are you doing this to me? Why can't you just introduce yourself to me as a man?"

Jolee put her face in her hands and started crying. This was just too much for her. "After Roger and I chased those jerks out of the building, everything seemed so perfect. I didn't care what my status was. I was with Roger. He was the Den Master and I could have been his slave and I would have been perfectly happy. I..." All the clues suddenly popped into place and Jolee drew her hands away from her face and stared at Master with narrowed eyes.

"Come with me," she commanded.

She stood up, ignoring Felicity's wave, and led Master along the path to an area of the park with a fair amount of trees. There was shade and seclusion and no one was nearby. She walked off the path and between the trees until she found a small glade.

"You are Roger, aren't you?" she asked, turning suddenly on the canine.

Master nodded his head.

"So why the big mystery? Why torment me like this? Wait...it's all about the rules and regulations here, isn't it?"

Master nodded his head.

"So you couldn't tell me which animal you were and I was so used to you as a man and the whole werewolf thing was there, but I just wasn't quite believing the whole thing. Change back into human form so we can talk, Roger."




In The Dog House Ch. 03



Master looked about and then slowly loped behind a wide-trunked tree.

"Do it out here. I want to see you transform or transmogrify or whatever you call it."

Master returned and shook his head.

"Why not? You've seen every inch of me. Are you embarrassed about changing?"

Master nodded and then shook his head.

"If we work this out, Roger, you're going to know me in the most intimate way that a man can know a woman; so being embarrassed about transforming is completely silly. Is there something else?"

Master nodded.

Jolee remembered her first night in the Club. "Was that you in the hall that first night?"

Master nodded.

"You're a werewolf, so you were dangerous that night? And you seemed particularly interested in me. You wanted me that first night! But the animal portion of you was dangerous?"

Master nodded.

"But some of the others are in animal form, so this isn't a danger that happens whenever one of you transform. But for some reason, your transformation would be dangerous to me in particular. You wanted me. You wanted to fuck me, in any form you found yourself in, but you couldn't so you were sexually frustrated. That lust or hunger must still be inside of you right now. So when you transform, the animal portion of you might be dangerous to me again because the animal might be dangerously full of lust?"

Master nodded sadly.

"Roger, you will not hurt me. I trust you. I can understand if you wanted to make love to me, although I guess it actually would have been mating me. Transform right now Roger. If you love me, do it right now. Both of us have to know that you will not hurt me."

Master stared at her for a few seconds. Then there was a cracking sound and his muscles shifted in a sickening way. He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound issued forth. He rose up on his hind legs and his front paws became hand-like, his chest widened and flattened somewhat.

He stood before her as a half-wolf and half-man. He was a head taller than he normally was, more heavily muscled, furred all over his body except on his penis which was pulsing as it rose to vertical. Jolee stood naked before him, easily within his grasp and her face showed both shock at the horror of the transformation and sympathy at the pain it must have caused Roger.

"Keep changing, Roger," she ordered in a shaky voice.

The beast responded by lashing out with a clawed hand, barely not tearing into her soft flesh. Jolee flinched and then stood straight and raised her chin.

"I guess you're stuck like this temporarily. Maybe until you burn off some of the sexual frustration?"

The beast-man roared in response. His erection was large and pointed directly at Jolee, just below her breasts. She watched, fascinated as it continued to lengthen and then the head slowly grew forth from the foreskin.

Jolee wanted to flee, but she understood that to do so would likely mean losing Roger forever. "I guess you're stuck like this because your animal passions are dominating. So it's up to me to show you that you won't hurt me. Roger, if you bite me or claw me, don't I become a werewolf, too? If that's what you want then I'll accept my fate." Jolee spread her arms out from her sides in a pose of total surrender to the beast-man. "But if you want me as a woman, as the bearer of your children, then take me without violence."

She waited for Roger to pounce and didn't know whether she would feel his claws and teeth or his hard cock penetrating into her pussy. Seconds passed by and neither one of them moved.

Then Jolee stepped toward the beast-man. He lashed out again, but missed her again and at that point she knew he wasn't trying to hurt her; he was only trying to make her keep her distance. She rushed forward and wrapped her arms around his abdomen, hugging his hard body against her. His erection pushed up between their torsos and she could feel it throbbing on her bare flesh, as the glans squeezed between her breasts.

She closed her eyes and rested her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat begin to slow. She felt muscles shift. She felt bones pop. She felt hair disappear. But she kept her eyes closed and hugged him tightly.

And then her forehead was against his soft cheek, his arms were around her and she could feel his hardness between her legs.

"Roger?"

"Sh", he said. "I just want to hold you for a short while, before I lay you down in this shade and make love to you."

"We can hold each other after, Roger. I'm still very horny. I think there is some truth about danger making people more eager for sex."

Jolee reached down and took his cock in her hand. She tilted her head up and kissed his chin. Then he tilted his head down and their lips met. As they kissed, she gently pumped his member.

His lips drew away from hers. "You forget the animal inside of me wanted so badly to fuck you, Jolee. I'm almost ready to cum. It's been so long."

Jolee lowered herself to her knees in front of him. "I'd better get ready then. Do you think you can cum twice in the next half hour or so?"

Roger gasped. "The Doctor gives us men something like werewolf Viagra so we can cum more than once and we produce a lot of sperm and semen each time. We're trying to perpetuate the race after all."

His hands went to her head and he tousled her hair. She put her mouth over the head of his penis and gently licked the underside, while she continued pumping with her hand. Her other hand went to his balls, so she could cradle them when he came.

Roger was breathing faster. His hands were massaging her scalp, but he was not pulling her face hard against his groin, nor was he pushing his penis deep into her mouth. That made Jolee think that there was still some time before he would cum. She looked up at Roger, smiled and he came.

The white fluid quickly filled her mouth as her eyes widened in astonishment. She could feel his balls lift and drop, lift and drop as each burst of fluid shot into the back of her throat. She tried to swallow her lover's cum, but there was just too much. It flowed out of her mouth, coating her chin and his cock in sticky whiteness. Jolee kept pumping with her hand and more and more fluid pulsed forth. She stopped trying to swallow and just allowed the remainder to dribble down her chin and drop onto the ground in front of her.

Finally, as the last wave of cum filled her mouth, Roger' knees seemed to buckle and he lowered himself to sit in front of her. He watched her in fascination as she used her hands to scoop up what cum she could from her chin, lips and breasts and licked it up hungrily.

"That was delicious, Roger. Sucking you off is going to be a treat I plan to enjoy for many, many years. I take it you liked it as well?"

"That was the single most pleasurable thing I have ever done. I hope to top that when I top you in a bit."

Jolee grinned wickedly at him. "I did want to ask you one more question, love. When you get me pregnant and then I give birth, do I have a baby or a puppy?"

"You'll have a baby, my darling. The baby will grow up as a normal human. Then when puberty hits, our child will realize his or her werewolf heritage. We'll have a little work at that time, as the first several transformations are the hardest to deal with. The beast is unruly, uncontrollable and insatiable."

"You mean, when our child becomes a teenager they'll be difficult to manage?" The two of them laughed. "You know if you can laugh like that then I think you're ready for the second round."

Jolee pushed Roger onto his back, leaned over his groin and licked his limp cock. She drew her head away after each lick, stretching a gooey strand of cum between her tongue and his slowly hardening penis. He watched her, smiling to have found such a giving lover; but he vowed to repay every second of pleasure that she gave him.

Once she had sufficiently cleaned him and standing at attention again, Roger sat up, grabbed Jolee by the shoulders and laid her down beside him. "Well, gorgeous, you've gone from female, to chosen female, to Den Mistress all in a couple of days. Are you ready for the next title?"

Jolee looked at him in confusion. "What title would that be?"

"Expectant mother." Then Roger leaned down and interrupted her smile with a long kiss. She hummed in satisfaction, as his hand went to her breasts and he began to squeeze and knead them. Her hands went around his shoulders and then up to his neck and then back to his shoulders.

Jolee felt like a virgin. She wasn't one, but she wanted to please Roger and she just wasn't sure what he would enjoy the most. She found herself second-guessing every placement of her hands and every little shift in where she lay.

Roger broke the kiss. "What are you doing?"

"I don't know. I feel so fidgety. I want to be the best lover you've ever had and I just don't know exactly what to do."

"You've been doing fantastic so far, Jolee. The rest of it goes 'werewolf penis inserts into girl's vagina'. Just do what you want to do and touch me where you want to touch me. Don't worry too much about what pleases me. I'm about to make love to the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, whose intelligence matches my own, who is brave and resourceful and is willing to make huge sacrifices for those she cares about and who desperately wants me to impregnate her. As a guy, do you really think I'm not enjoying myself right now?"

"Okay. Just don't worry too much about my breasts; they never respond much during sex."

Roger raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Take a look."

Jolee raised her head and looked down at her chest. Her nipples had risen. "I swear that has never happened before! Suck on them and nibble them, my werewolf!"

Roger bent over her chest and licked at a bud. The tingling sensation that had been concentrated in her nipples for some time now simply shot through Jolee's body as if she had been shocked. She gasped and dug her nails into his arms.

Roger smiled and licked the other nipple and was rewarded with a very similar reaction. Before she recovered form the shock, he put his lips around the nipple and sucked. As he drew his lips away he was surprised to find her nipple stayed in his mouth, until he realized she was arching her back. He drew back from her and they smiled at each other.

"It must be the drugs the Doctor gave me."

"The drugs he gave you the first day merely increased your adrenaline levels a little and altered some minor brain chemistry so that you would feel braver and a little more confident than normal. We found a long time ago that many of the women feel too exposed and vulnerable while first walking around the Club nude. Most used to leave within the first twelve hours, now a very small percentage of females leave within the first twenty-four hours. As for the drugs he gave you today, they stimulate egg health, lubrication of the vagina and the ability of the fertilized egg to plant itself in the uterus wall."

"Then that means..." Roger leaned over and gently bit one of her nipples, then tugged on it with his teeth. Again a shock went through her body. "Oh, God! I am so your bitch!"

He pushed himself up onto her, keeping his mouth on her nipple. Her legs opened in welcome and Jolee started bucking her hips. Roger freed her nipple and moved himself so that his face was over hers. She thrust her head up and took his mouth with hers. Her hands struggled to find some route between their pressed bodies and Roger lifted his lower half into the air a little.

Jolee hummed in pleasure as her fingers found his erection. She slid her hand along it a couple of times, enjoying its firmness and length, then she tickled the tip with her fingernails.

Now Roger hummed in pleasure. He slowly lowered himself and Jolee deftly guided him into herself. There was no easing of his engorged cock into her pussy, the head just pushed in to the opening and then the entire shaft slid in without effort. Roger felt her juices bathing his penis, while she felt a fullness that she had never quite felt before. They stayed motionless for a minute, except for their lips, which were in constant motion.

Roger's hips rose slowly and then he just as slowly pushed himself back into her. Jolee's back arched a little. She broke the kiss as she moaned and she brought her hands up to either side of his jaw. They stared at each other's face, memorizing every little detail of that moment.

"You're not a bitch." Roger drew his hips up slowly and then slowly thrust deeply in to her yet again.

Jolee's body undulated in a wave. As Roger's hips rose, so did hers, but not as high. As he thrust, her bottom was pushed to the grass and then into the soil and her back arched. She waited for all her senses to focus again. "I am your bitch."

"No. We don't have bitches here. We used to accept any female who came through our doors. My predecessor and I changed that. He used to tell me in private 'why should we put up with wantons and broken women when we should have queens'. You're a queen among women, Jolee."

"I'll practice that wave later. Now lets get back to procreation, my mate."

Roger gasped as her muscles squeezed his cock. When they released him, he rose and then thrust into her again. They both heard a pleasing wet piston sound and giggled. Roger began to undulate his hips, withdrawing and thrusting at a faster rate. Jolee responded by nodding her head, smiling and humming. Her nipples projected out a little farther.

Roger noticed the nipples and bent his head to lick one as he thrust into her. Jolee squealed and nearly threw him off. He clung to her as she scratched his jaw in her orgasmic fervour.

As her body collapsed under him and her muscles relaxed, he stared at her in wonder and awe. Her orgasm had made him feel physically cleansed. He hadn't cum, but his nerves felt alive and his arteries and veins felt as though they had been flushed with some supercoolant.

"Oh, Roger. Oh, Roger. That was the best I've ever had. If you can do that every time we make love I will be one happy woman." Jolee opened her eyes and looked up at him. Then her eyes opened wider in realization. "Roger? You didn't come just then? You're still hard?"

In response, he raised his hips slowly until the head of his penis was almost free of her pussy and then he slowly thrust in until the entire shaft was buried within her. She gasped in surprise and pleasure. Despite the incredible feeling of elation that every part of her experienced, her nipples ached for his attention again.

Roger sensed that and his tongue darted out to tease them as he thrust into her again and again. Her breathing accelerated, her eyes closed and her back began to arch again. She put her hands on his hips and pulled at him every time he thrust. The thought flashed through her mind that if he kept this up she'd soon be knocking her head against a tree at the far end of the glade.

His thrusting became faster and faster and she could feel her fingers curling. She hated hurting him in any way and she was sure her scratches were deep enough to hurt him, but she didn't have the willpower to stop herself. As she felt the orgasm build, she had time to prepare. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and tightened her hold so he could not withdraw, he could only push and push again. Her back arched and she feared it would snap and then, perversely, didn't care if it did. Her nails tore into his skin again as she came.

She let out a loud moan that was almost a scream. After an eternity of sheer pleasure that blocked out all other sensations, the orgasm slowly faded.

Roger smiled and took one of her nipples in his mouth and bit, almost painfully hard. Tears slid down her cheeks as her body arched again. She tried to draw breath, but she had been exhaling and she could draw no air into her lungs. Her mouth opened to scream out her joy, but she was silent. All her muscles tensed again and Roger grunted as he thought he felt rings tightening around his cock.

Then everything released and Jolee collapsed into the soft grass. Roger could barely hear her breathing, but her chest rose and fell regularly. She muttered something, but Roger had no idea what. He lifted himself into a push-up position, which grew painfully tiresome after a minute. He waited for Jolee to become coherent again.

While he waited he examined her body, every soft curve, every mole and every freckle, every bead of sweat and every hair. He sniffed at her hair, her throat and her breasts.

Jolee's eyes fluttered open, but her pupils were unfocussed and she shook her head in confusion.

"Rest a bit, my love. I'll wait."

Her lips opened and closed twice. Then her pink tongue darted out and wet her lips in a slow massage. "Roger?"

He leaned down and kissed her moistened lips, gingerly. She licked her lips and smiled while her eyes focussed on his face. She brought a finger up and traced the ridge of his nose, down to his lips and then let her finger fall from his chin.

"Do you think you're ready for more?" Roger asked her confidently.

She shook her head slightly. "I loved it. I love you. But just fill me with cum, please Roger?"

He raised his hips, almost removing his penis from the hotness that her vagina had become. Then he eased himself in and out, teasing both of them and bringing himself closer to his own orgasm. He did this until her hands grabbed his bottom and she pulled him in as deep as he could go. 

Jolee rolled her hips under him, mimicking the in and out motion that he had used to bring her to the brink. Roger raised his head and moaned. There was a familiar pressure building up inside of him. He tried to fight the pull of her hands and establish his own tempo once more, but she shook her head, held their groins together and continued to rock her hips.

He felt sweat drip off his chin and watched as the drop fell into her sweet, opened mouth. She licked her lips and he relived the memory of her drinking down his cum earlier. Roger grunted and pushed into her involuntarily. His hips bucked of their own accord as he felt a massive wave flowing up from his balls and funnelling into his cock.

Jolee sensed he was approaching orgasm and that drove her over the edge, again. Her arms stretched out and her hands grabbed at the grass and soil. Her back arched and her senses went into overload, except for the sense of touch where he was, deep within her. She swore she could feel liquid coursing down his erection and pulsing into her.

Roger felt her pussy clench around him again and then he was gasping as his semen pulsed from the head of his cock. The feeling was glorious. The liquid gushed forth from him and he had enough presence of mind to wonder when it would ever stop flowing, not that he wanted this feeling to end. He could feel the liquid flowing around his cock and then there was a wetness on his testicles that he could only assume was overflow, and still he came.

Jolee, too, wondered when it would stop. She felt herself fill up and she felt it overflow, rolling down her labia, across her bottom and then imagined it pooling onto the ground beneath her. She had the strangely pleasurable thought that if she were somehow able to open her eyes at that moment and watch her abdomen, that she would see her tummy expanding as Roger's cum first filled her uterus and then stretched it as far as it would go.

At last it stopped. Roger's muscles betrayed him and he collapsed on to Jolee. They grunted simultaneously. He immediately struggled to lift himself off of his lover.

"What are you doing?" she murmured.

"I'm too heavy." He paused to catch his breath. "I'll lay beside you or you can climb on top of me."

Jolee grabbed him and pulled him back over her. "Don't pull out that stopper! While you're inside of me, less of your cum can get out. I want as many of your sperm swimming around inside of me as possible and for as long as possible. If either of us had the strength or motor control, I'd ask you to stand me on my head."