My Strange Life - Chapter VII

The Further Adventures of Girldog

I took a nap after my bath. Uncle Max had washed me and dried me and put a big t-shirt on me, then put me in bed because I was mostly asleep anyway. I dreamt of puppies.

I woke up about ten that night, feeling much better. My pussy even felt pretty good as I stood up and stretched. I was starving too and I made my way downstairs and found Uncle Max sitting at his computer. He was sending pictures to some friends of his and talking in a chat room called 'knotty girls'. I looked over his shoulder and groaned at the bad joke, shaking my head.

Uncle Max laughed and asked me how I was feeling and I said I was great, except I was really hungry. He took the hint and said he'd go in the kitchen and make me some chicken soup and peanut butter sandwiches, and that sounded pretty good. In the meantime, he said, I could chat with some of his friends if I wanted. The web cam was hooked up and so was the microphone, all I had to do was click the little broadcast button. So I sat down, took a drink of Uncle Max's beer that was sitting there, and did it.

There were seven guys in there and one woman and as soon as I started the web cam I got eight permission requests within about ten seconds. I turned on the microphone and giggled, "You guys are fast!" and they started asking me if I was really Amy and how old I was and all that stuff. 

They'd seen the pictures already and wanted to know how it felt taking that huge dog like I had. The woman especially, since she was just really curious and had never done anything with an animal. One guy asked me if my pussy had recovered yet and I said not yet, and someone else wanted to see it. So, I teased them a little but finally adjusted the camera and moved so they could see my fifteen year old pussy live and in color. It was kind of a thrill doing that and I told them how my lips were usually smaller and tighter, but Spunky had totally stretched me out. Then Uncle Max came in with a tray full of food and I said goodbye, because I had to eat, but Uncle Max left the camera on so they could see me eating while he chatted with the keyboard, turning off the microphone so we could talk and laugh and stuff.

He told me he was hoping the Japanese guy would get on so I could meet him and maybe his daughter too, even though she didn't know any English. But it was still morning in Japan anyway and they were probably busy. While I was eating, someone else turned on a web cam and we watched while some guy's Chihuahua licked his cock and balls. It was hilarious and I snorted a little chicken soup through my nose I think. Everybody gave that man a hard time, but it was all in good fun.

Neither Uncle Max nor me were tired of course. I'd just taken a good long six hour nap and he was used to working nights, so we figured we'd just hang out on the internet having fun. That sounded good to me. He got another beer and asked if I wanted one, I said sure, why not? Even though it would make me silly. He brought Spunky back with him and we let the chat room watch as I played with Spunky's cock. He was being kind of restless though and kept trying to move away everytime I'd start getting him hard, so finally I just sucked him for a little bit and let him go. I think he was worn out too. Naturally everyone in the chat room was disappointed though, they wanted to see us fuck again, but I wasn't sure my pussy could take that!

We eventually left that room and went to another place called 'girldog's room' and Uncle Max said he'd spoken with this girldog person a lot, and she was his very favorite person in the world. He said that he loved her. Uncle Max said she was really nice and helped people, like offering advice and writing columns and articles for her own web site and a few others.

I told him she sounded really neat and asked Uncle Max if he'd ever told her how he felt. He just shook his head. He thought she knew how much Uncle Max loved her, but he knew that there could never be anything serious between them. I thought that was too bad, because Uncle Max is just about the sweetest man I know. There were a lot of people there, but not her, so we just kicked back and watched the conversations and talked, which I think is what Uncle Max really wanted to do all along, he was just being…shy…and that surprised me.

"I have something for you, Amy." He seemed to be a little unsure of himself, saying it hesitantly. He'd given me a lot of gifts, even offered me money before, but not for sex or anything, just because he really wanted me to be happy, I think. But this was something different.

It was a long black velvet box and at first I thought he was giving me a string of pearls or something. I looked at him and asked what it was, but he wouldn't say, he just smiled. So I opened it and inside was a thin black leather dog collar, with an 18 karat gold heart that must have cost a bundle dangling from it. The heart was engraved with 'AMY' in fancy script, and below that it said "Girldog" in quotations. 

At first I didn't get it, but Uncle Max clicked on an icon to go to 'Girldog's Web Site' and there was a picture of me! Smiling and sitting on Uncle Max's patio with Spunky's head on my lap. There were links for preview and join, and Uncle Max took me through a tour of a web site I didn't even know I had. I was in shock really, every picture that Uncle Max had taken of me was available for download, including the ones from earlier that afternoon. They were tagged with a big flashing 'Update' icon. There were some movies of Spunky and me too, and a bio page, and the chat room, and a forum, and a How-To and FAQ pages. There were other girl's too, 'Amy's Friends' it said, and had the Japanese girl Atsumi, and several others, with their own pictures and movies and bios and everything.

I didn't say anything. I just held that little collar in the box and watched. Uncle Max logged in as the administrator, explaining how the website was in actually in Albania or Argentina, or maybe Antigua, I forget. Anyway, it was all legal there, even though it was illegal here, to post pictures of fifteen year old girls, and even younger girls like twelve year old Atsumi, fucking dogs on the internet. So Uncle Max had used a lawyer in that other place to start a company called GD Entertainment, and people paid that company to see my pictures.

I looked at Uncle Max. "How many people are looking at me?" was all I could think to ask.

"Uh, we've been averaging 714 subscribers for the last nine months," he smiled. "At thirty euros a month. That's a little over 25 thousand dollars a month. But we started slow, so the real numbers are actually bigger than that. The last three months we average closer to 1200 and that's over 40 grand, in dollars. We piggy-backed on another website for a little bit at the beginning, and we have to pay some expenses, and the other models get a percentage, so we actually clear a little over half of that in profits."

"We?" I was still trying to grasp this concept.

"You and me, yeah. I'm the President and CEO of Girl Dog Entertainment," Uncle Max said proudly.

I looked at him. "And I'm…a…what? Model?"

He laughed. "Yeah, but you're also the owner. GD Entertainment belongs to one Amy Welch, solely and wholly, but that information is privileged, our lawyers handle all enquiries. I, uh…gave myself a salary of 30 percent of the net profit. I hope you don't mind. You have right now…Mmmmm…"

He opened another website for some bank in some islands someplace and typed in some letters and numbers and stuff.

"You have a little over one hundred and fifty thousand euros in your account right now…Tax free," he told me. "Just uh, we can't really spend it here or the IRS will be all over it."

"A hundred and fifty…thousand?" I blinked.

"The server costs a lot, plus a dedicated T3 line isn't exactly loose change, but it is very hard for a site dedicated to providing the best in teen and preteen bestiality like we are, to find a willing host. This way we own the hardware and we can sell server space and bandwidth to some other companies who aren't quite mainstream. It's actually starting to pay for itself now, and I think by this time next year we'll be seeing a profit from that too."

Uncle Max smiled at me, a little nervously maybe, looking to see if I had any questions.

"You don't…uh…really work in a mill, do you Uncle Max?"

He laughed. "A mill?" Uncle Max looked a little confused and then laughed. "I love blondes…Ummm, no." He seemed to consider something and dismiss it. "Anyway, probably our biggest expense is our attorney or solicitor if you'd prefer," Uncle Max continued. "His name is Mr. Faust, and he gets a rather nice fee. But he knows his job. I have a letter from him, and some papers for you to sign by the way, and some credit cards too." He smiled at me. "If you'd like, maybe we can fly to Europe sometime and you can meet him. He's very…polite. A platinum member too."

"Oh, uh, sure." I didn't understand it very much at all. "So who…who does the advice thing and forum thing and…and…the chat thing?" I scratched my head. "If I'm…I'm Girldog…" I thought for a moment, "Thennnnn…you…"

"I've been doing it," he agreed. "Kind of pretending to be you, just to give you a presence until…Well, until we could have this talk and I could find out if you wanted to kill me or not."

He looked a little nervous, actually, and I suppose some people would have been kind of pissed. I was going to make about twenty thousand dollars this month alone though, as near as I could figure in my head. And I've never been shy really, although the possibility of someone seeing me and recognizing me and then telling my Daddy would…pretty much be a bummer. And for Uncle Max too, since I think promoting child-bestiality carries the death sentence in this part of the country. So he was really the one taking the risks, but he was giving me more than twice as much money as he was getting.

"Why?" I searched his eyes.

"Why did I…make the web site?"

I nodded. "And why tell me at all?"

"Because I love you. Wanted to show you off I guess, in the beginning, and then some people were willing to pay for your pictures, and then…it just happened. I don't need money, I have more than enough, but you…well, why not make some money for just being you? It won't buy happiness, but it will pay for an apartment in Paris." He looked at me. "If you want me to shut it down, I can, very easily at the end of the month. I work for you; it's your company and your decision."

I closed my eyes. "Wellll…What if…What if we get caught?"

"I'd go to jail, probably, I reckon. And you'd go…to therapy, or something, to get over the trauma of being abused by an evil man like me."

"You're not evil!" I laughed. "You caught me kissing your dog, remember?" I giggled remembering how Uncle Max had yelled at the crazy little girl who was rubbing his dog's cock and sucking his tongue in the back yard. "I was the one abusing Spunky."

Uncle Max laughed too. "Yeah, well…nobody is going to believe that! And even if they did, it would still be my fault. Anyway, I went to a lot of trouble to make sure if anyone tries to find out who GD Entertainment is they'll have a hard time doing it, and we'll get a heads up that someone is poking around. That happens and I'll go to Tahiti and drink Pina Coladas for the rest of my life."

I thought about it. The chances of someone who really knew me finding my website and joining it was pretty remote. And even if they did, how would they explain it? They'd want to protect themselves, wouldn't they? And if the police found out and Uncle Max did have to leave, well…I'd leave too. I might not go with Uncle Max, but I wouldn't stick around so they could use me against him somehow. 

"Can I chat with those people?" I asked with a smile.

"Yeah! Sure you can, I'll show you everything and you can do what you want. Just make sure you only do it on this computer though, because I use an ISP Trap/Mask so nobody can really tell where we're connecting through. Theoretically," he admitted. "But the people who set it up are pretty good, some freelance NSA guys moonlighting. Lord knows they charge enough."

So that was how I got my own website.

"Then why don't you put this on me and I'll say hello," I handed the collar to Uncle Max and he flushed slightly, I think.

I felt his hands gently securing the cool supple leather around my neck. It was snug and looked like one of those Victorian neck ornaments that refined young women would wear in high society. I loved it. I wrapped my arms around Uncle Max and kissed him, gently at first and then deeper, surprising him I think, and then pulling away and fingering the heart at my throat.

"This doesn't mean we're married, does it?" I asked giggling.

"Uh, no, it…No," he stammered cutely and I kissed him again.

"Too bad," I whispered and played my tongue across his lips. "I was looking forward to the honeymoon."

I fucked him right there on the living room floor. Nether of us bothered to undress. I pulled my panties to the side and unbuttoned his boxers, freeing his hard cock. I straddled him, pushing his back to the floor and reaching down to guide the head of his penis into the warm moist folds of my sex. I was desperate for it, unbelievably so, and I wondered if Uncle Max had spiked my chicken soup with something. Spanish fly maybe. I giggled as I settled down on his prick, letting him filling me gently.

I wanted to do all the work though. I was going to fuck him, slowly and deliberately. I felt sexy and mature, perhaps that was Uncle Max's seduction, making me feel like an adult instead of the child I was. I didn't mind my small tits, my narrow hips, and hairless slit, all conspiring to keep me young and precious. I felt like a woman for the first time ever and it was great.

It was right in the middle of that slow easy fuck that I suddenly remembered I had to call my mother. Uncle Max might have been making me feel like an adult with my newfound business and wealth, but in reality I was still just a fifteen year old catholic schoolgirl with too many hormones. My mother had good reasons to worry, so I figured I'd better call. Besides, I thought a little cruelly, I might just catch her with her fingers in the pie…Jenny's pie!

I didn't even bother getting off of Uncle Max though, I just leaned over and snagged the phone cord with my fingers, while his cock was still buried in my hot little puss. I smiled at him and put my fingers to my lips as I dialed. My mother answered on the third ring and as soon as I said, "Hi, mother." Uncle Max decided to tease me. He grabbed my hips and started lifting his butt off the floor, fucking into me hard and making me gasp with surprise. 

"Oh! Mother…uh hi. I'm at…" I moaned, "Ahhh…(oh fuck!)…No, I-I'm fine, Mother. I'm…Ah! (Harder!)…S-Staying at a f-friend's hou…Ow! (Deeper!) …house. I'll b-be home…(I'm cuuumming!)…home Sunday…(Oh fuck me!)…I l-love you too, Mother. I…Oh!…know. I'm s-s-sorry too…(God! Do it to me!)…Uh-huh…uh-huh…Uhhh! (Fuck the snot out of me!)…b-bye Mother…Ohhhh! I gotta…gotta goooo...Oh! Yesss!"

I hung up the phone, giggling and cumming at the same time and getting spun around all over inside by the confused mess in my head!

Uncle Max slowed down, he didn't want to cum yet. He flipped me over, both of us giggling, so I was on my back. I caught my breath and looked up at him. "You are an evil man!" I breathed.

"Did you mom suspect anything?" he asked straight faced, and I almost died laughing.

"Oh yeah…She knows," I assured him.

Mother definitely knew I was getting some serious dick! The thought made me hot all over and I moved so I could put my legs over Uncle Max's shoulders. He braced himself on his hands, grinding his big dick inside my creamy cunt as my knees bumped my shoulders and his balls slapped my ass.

"I bet you can't last 10 minutes, Uncle Max." I hunched my hips a little, feeling his cock throbbing as it rested inside me.

I looked at the phone on the floor next to us. It had a clock radio built into it, and it was 11:49pm. "When I say go, we start fucking, Uncle Max. Nice and deep and hard and as fast as you want…But, if you cum before midnight, you owe me!"

He looked at the clock. "Owe you what?" He was smiling.

"I dunno, but something really good!" I leaned up and kissed his nose. "Deal?"

"Deal," he grinned and we both watched the digital numbers on the clock turn from 49 to 50…

"Go!" I whispered urgently and he started giving it to me nice.

Uncle Max had my lithe cheerleader body bent in half at the waist, with my knees up someplace around my ears, so my pussy was wide open, all hot, sweet, and inviting. I was already so wet that his cock made lazy little squishy sounds as it pushed in and out of me. I cold feel my muscles wrapped around him and I squeezed a bit, so my pussy clenched his swollen cock when he was pulling back, and relaxed when he thrust inside me again.

"Come on, Uncle Max…" I whispered, "…Fuck me…Make me cum all over that big cock…Fuck me harder…Please? Please…Fuck me deep…I need your hot cock so bad…" I kept whispering to him, lifting my body and pulling with my heels into his back, urging him to fuck me and cum inside me. "Oh, do me!…Oh fuck yeah…Do me hard, Uncle Max…Give me your cock…Love your little girl and make me cum…Ohhh yesss…"

The numbers seemed to turn so quickly on that little clock though! I thought it was broken at one point! I don't know what Uncle Max was thinking about either, maybe baseball because I heard guys do that, but he had his eyes closed and even though he was fucking me pretty good, he didn't seem close to cumming. But about 11:58 I had an idea.

"Uncle Max…" I whispered, "Uncle Max…Wait…" I said it like I'd just thought of something important.

"What's the matter, Amy?" He opened his eyes and looked at me and I was frowning just a little.

"I forgot my birth control pills."

His eyes opened really big.

"And I'm…Oh!…Ovulating now…" I whispered and he started slowing down, but I rocked my hips up, keeping him deep. "Are you gonna…make me…pregnant, Uncle Max?" I asked him in a soft little girl voice, shy and frightened maybe. I bit my lower lip and blinked at him like I was about to start crying.

"I-I'll…uh…Pull out, Amy…" He really would have too, that's how sweet Uncle Max is…if I'd let him.

"Nooo…Please…Just…Just fuck me…Uncle Max…Cum inside me…Cum deep inside me…Please?" I really was starting to cum, not just acting, and Uncle Max pistoned his hard cock inside me a dozen good fast deep strokes and then held it there, jammed balls deep in my little cunt, spraying me with his seed.

I looked at the clock through my half-closed eyes, shuddering with the good feelings sweeping through me as my womb filled with his hot creamy sperm. "I…Mmmm…I…win…" I sighed and smiled lazily as the clock turned over a new day.

Uncle Max was gasping too; moving again as he slowly fucked his softening cock in and out of my drenched pussy. Our fuck juices trickled out of me and down my ass, feeling cool and wet, but I didn't mind at all. He kissed me, and then he really looked at me with some concern.

"Did you really forget your pills?" he asked softly.

I couldn't see any reason to tell him I'd never taken a birth control pill in my life, so I told him the almost truth. "Yeah, I haven't taken a birth control pill in weeks."

"Aren't you…uh, worried?" He rubbed his cheek and suddenly reminded me very much of my Daddy.

"Not really. If I do get pregnant, I'll get by," I smiled. "My parents won't disown me for that."

"But you…you're only fifteen and…"

I laughed. "That didn't stop you from fucking me though, did it?" I shook my head. "It didn't stop you when I was fourteen…or thirteen, remember?"

Uncle Max looked hurt and I felt bad. "I didn't mean it like…that," he started saying, "I meant…"

"I know," I smiled and kissed him. "I'm not mad, come on! If I did get pregnant, I'd want it to be yours more than anybody's." Except maybe Daddy's, I didn't say that. "But I'm not pregnant, and I won't get pregnant, so you can stop worrying…I was teasing you!"

"Ohhhh…So you are on the pill." He was so confused!

"Nope," I grinned as he rolled his eyes. "But you'd like it wouldn't you, Uncle Max? Seeing me get pregnant? Getting all round and fat with a baby and my boobs getting big and dripping milk. You'd love to see me like that, wouldn't you?" I reached down and felt his cock still stiff inside my pussy and I wrapped my fingers around the hot wet base. "I can tell."

"Ohh…Amy, you're so bad!" he sighed, but his face was happy. "Yes, I would like to see you like that," his voice was wistful, like he was telling me a dream, and I sighed too. "Okay, enough of that…What do I owe you, Amy?"

He slipped his hard cock out of me, letting it lay across my clean-shaven mound, sliding back and forth, smearing our fuck juices across my aching clit. I squirmed a little as he humped me like that, enjoying the sensation.

"I want to watch you fuck a dog," I said.

"Uhhh…Hmmm…You mean, like Spunky?" I could tell he wasn't thrilled with the idea of taking Spunky in his butt, and I laughed.

"No! Spunky is boy dog… I wanna see you mate with a girl dog," I smiled up at him.

"Sure, but…uh…I'm not sure where…"

I cut him off. "I'm sure you can do it, Uncle Max." I kissed him lightly, teasing him with my tongue. "You can do anything."

He laughed. "Whatever you want, Amy." He kissed me then, deeper this time. "I really do love you."

"I know," I whispered.

I wasn't sure how Uncle Max was going to find a female dog to mate with. Things get a little more complicated with females. A male dog is pretty much ready to fuck anytime anywhere. But bitches are different, more picky, more sensitive to their biological clocks… Of course all dogs can be trained. So we needed a trained bitch, one that was big enough to take Uncle Max. Which meant we needed an owner, since such rare and special dogs don't just ring your doorbell and beg to be fucked.

Luckily, being that we owned GD Entertainment, we had some resources at our disposal. It was just a matter of effort, luck, and timing… Enter Daphne Miles, one of our best customers, as it turns out. 

We started with running a search of our customers. There was a little profile thing for our website, three profile things actually, which seemed redundant to me, that customers could fill out if they were so inclined. One was for a little matchmaker database, a personal ads kind of thing that a surprising number of people had filled out. Mostly just to see what kind of matches they might get, Uncle Max explained. He doubted it was really very useful to us, despite its popularity.

Another was for the Forums, which Uncle Max and some of the customers themselves moderated. In that one, members could give little descriptions of themselves, and what their interests were, and even upload little graphics files for their own personal photos or avatar icon things. The Forum was very popular. It gave people a chance to ask and give a lot of advice, or tell stories or whatever. The third profile was for the chat rooms themselves, and this was a lot like the Forum; usually a short paragraph or two giving a physical description and what the person's interests were. I think a lot of people used the same descriptions for both.

Uncle Max ran some keyword searches looking for people who owned dogs, first of all. Then narrowed that down to our general geographic area, although a lot of times that was just USA, and then even further to those who owned female dogs. As you can imagine that narrowed it down a lot. By the time we were finished, we had less than a dozen names, nicknames I should say. We did look at their real world info, just to see who was close and who was far, but it wasn't like we'd call them up on the phone. If we were going to contact someone through the web site, well it had to be through the web site since personal data was…personal, you know.

We went to bed about three in the morning, after several hours of Uncle Max searching and me just hanging out in the chat room, where I have to confess, my ego was seriously stroked. I had a lot of friends out there that I'd never even suspected, and it was exciting. But I didn't meet anyone with a female dog that Uncle Max could fuck, so we went to bed hoping that the next day would bring us more luck.

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I woke up early, like at seven, partly because I was in someone else's house maybe, and partly because I was used to getting up early every day. I slipped out of bed without waking Uncle Max, used the bathroom and let Spunky outside. Then I made some frozen orange juice and decided to see what was happening on my web site. That thought made me laugh and might have been another reason I woke up early. It was pretty exciting.

I went to the Forum first, just to check it out, and there was one topic called 'Questions for Amy' and I looked through those and answered a couple threads. The one I took the longest time thinking about was:

"Amy, will you ever do anal with a dog? And post the pics (and esp movie!!!) on the website? And if you do can I be your cameraman? I think I'm not alone when I say I love watching you do your dog, but give us some doggy butt lovin!! Please girl! Tanx"

There were about 25 replies to that, mostly guys who agreed wholeheartedly with the original, but there was one guy who was like…

"no way she could take that huge knot in her beanpole butt!"

…and he was flamed already, even though he'd just posted the night before. Anyway, I promised I'd do it, not sure when…but soon and I didn't need a cameraman, but I'd probably need a good massage guy afterwards! I left the beanpole butt comment alone, even though I saw I had moderator privileges and could have edited or deleted it. I figured it was a free country. Though it did make me wonder all day long if I really did have a too skinny butt.

I wandered into one of the chat rooms next, the one for general chat, which seemed to be the most popular. I was surprised at how many people were on at 7:30 in the morning. Some of them were from like Japan and India, where it's a lot later I guess, like night time there. But a lot of people from here and Canada too, maybe thirty people in all. 

So I went in and everyone said Hi to me right way, like I was a celebrity, which was pretty cool. But I told myself I'd have to watch it so I didn't get a big head and end up looking like a stuck-up idiot! I turned on the web cam, asking if anyone wanted to see my bed head and they did. They asked me why I wasn't going to school and I told them I was worn out! And I was, really. They asked where Spunky was and I went and got him, pulling his big old face in front of the camera and kissing him. I let him French me, and his huge tongue filled my mouth and they liked that too. It was a lot of fun just fooling around.

Then some woman asked me how to do stuff, like how to get him interested and keep him interested, which can be hard sometimes, and how did I control such a big animal, and stuff like that. And it turned into a big question and answer thing, with a lot of people chiming in, which was cool. Some of them knew a whole lot more than I did!

And then…I saw 'Daphne' come in, and a lot of people said, "Hi" to her, and I guess she was a regular because she was right at home in the chat room. Daphne was one of the nicknames Uncle Max had written down for people to talk to. Her little profiles had said that she lived in the same state as we did, she owned a pair of purebred black labs, one male and one female, and they were both trained to please her. We didn't know if the female lab had sex with human males or not, she hadn't said exactly how her dogs pleased her. Uncle max thought it was probably just an oral thing, but we wouldn't know if we didn't ask, right?

I thought about waking Uncle Max up, but then I thought if she turned out to be not right for us, then he'd be missing sleep for nothing. And Uncle Max was old, like my Daddy, and he needed sleep! Especially since we'd had sex four times the day and night before, which Uncle Max said was a record for him and I should call Guinness and get him in that book. Or get me in the book, he'd said, since it was my doing more than his. Anyway, I figured I'd let him sleep and see if I could talk to her. I'm more of a people person than Uncle Max is anyway.

I asked her if I could personal message her, that's like a private conversation, and she said sure. So I did and I said, "Hi!" and told her I was Amy, and she said she was watching my web cam and she really liked my website. I asked if she had a web cam too, and she did, so she turned it on for me. I said goodbye to everyone, ignoring their protests, and turned off broadcast so that only Daphne could see and hear me. Soon we were talking on our microphones and looking at each other, just like we were in the same room. She called her dogs over, Willow and Midnight, the female and male respectively, and they were gorgeous animals. Willow had a little streak of white along her chest, but Midnight was completely black. They were really sweet too, very loving and calm sitting there with Daphne.

I asked her if Willow had ever been with a man. Daphne laughed a little and said not yet because she hadn't found a man yet that she felt comfortable approaching, but someday she thought it would happen. She told me she used a strap-on with Willow sometimes, and she was very well trained. Willow liked it even more than Midnight's cock, Daphne thought, and she had to hide it or Willow would find it and bring it to Daphne, sometimes at the most embarrassing moments. Like once when she was entertaining some friends from work, Willow trotted into the dining room with that big strap-on in her mouth, and Daphne didn't think she'd ever live that down! We both laughed and Daphne was very attractive, I thought.

Daphne asked me if I was really fifteen and I told her I was and I asked her if that bothered her, but she told me it didn't. The reason she liked the web site so much was because me and the other models were so young. She'd grown up with dogs and almost all of her sexual experiences until she started college had been with animals. Seeing dogs with younger girls like me brought back some of those memories and Daphne liked that. She also told me that she was usually very shy around people but she didn't feel lonely at all, as long as she had her dogs. Daphne sounded a lot like Uncle Max, in that respect.

Daphne was 29 years old and single, never married, never even came close, she said, having had two boyfriends her entire life and neither of them had satisfied her. She was pretty too, even though she was shorter than I am. She told me she was 5'2" and 110lbs, and she loved to run with her dogs every day, which was good, Daphne said, because she needed to exercise or she'd gain ten pounds overnight. I don't think ten pounds would have hurt her though; she looked like she had a great body, with large firm breasts swelling under her t-shirt. Her face was pleasant, smiling and open, like she was incapable of lying, even if she wanted to. Her eyes and hair were brown, and it was long and tangled, she had a bit of a bed head too. Like me.

I was trying to think of a way to ask her if she'd be interested in meeting Uncle Max and me, but I wasn't sure how to go about it. She seemed really nice, but I thought maybe Uncle Max should talk to her first too. Then I started thinking about the forum. I asked her if she'd seen that thread about me taking a dog in my butt. She smiled and said she had, that she'd kind of like to see that too. I asked her if she'd ever done that with Midnight, and she told me she had, a bunch of times, and she always loved it. Midnight's cock was a lot smaller than Spunky's though, she thought. I asked her how big it was and she said about seven inches long, and not too big around. It was narrow at the base and at the tip, so it looked like an overstuffed sausage kind of, when it was hard. And the knot was maybe the size of a tennis ball, but it felt a lot bigger than that, she laughed.

I told her I wanted to do it, but not with Spunky. I thought he'd probably kill me if he put his huge thing inside me and Daphne nodded. She didn't think it would be a good idea either. But a smaller dog, like a black lab, would probably be really nice. She asked me if I'd ever had anal sex and I told her I had, once with a man and once with my… I paused not knowing exactly how to explain Miss Squires… Once with my gym teacher, I finally said. She asked me if my gym teacher was a woman and when I said yes she asked me if I liked having sex with girls. I told her definitely, and she smiled at that. I think she was thinking about me a little now and I could see her arm moving, but not what her fingers were doing. I was getting a little itchy myself and I forgot all about how I was going to ask how Daphne felt about maybe Midnight doing me in my butt.

Daphne asked me instead if she could see my pussy. She kind of hesitated a little, maybe wondering if I'd be mad, but I wasn't at all. I pointed the camera down, and then decided just to move it a little closer, so Daphne could really see me good. I pulled my panties off all the way and spread my legs over the arms of the chair, sliding down a little. I rubbed myself a little, spreading my lips and feeling myself getting a little moist inside. I watched Daphne's face as she stared at her computer screen with her mouth open just a little, occasionally licking her lips as she told me how pretty my little pussy was. She asked me if it was still sore from the day before and I told her it wasn't sore very much at all, even though Uncle Max had fucked me four times yesterday as well.

"Well, little girls stretch," Daphne said, and I gasped because Uncle Max says that all the time too!

Daphne asked me who Uncle Max was and I told her about how he wasn't really my uncle, but just a good friend, and Spunky was really his dog. I told her how we'd met and how Uncle Max had caught me playing with Spunky when I was thirteen and tried to get rid of me at first, since he didn't want to get in trouble, but I just kept coming back and eventually he just let me do what I really wanted to. I seduced him, I told Daphne, giggling as the camera showed her my pussy opening wetly for my fingers.

"Like you're seducing me now?" she asked with a giggle of her own, and I wondered if that's what I was doing. 

"Show me yours too," I said, changing the subject and I watched as Daphne adjusted her own camera so I could see she was playing with her own juicy cunt. She had three fingers inside, stroking them in and out while her thumb played across a large distended clit. We stared at each other's pussies without either of us saying anything for a bit, it was just feeling so good. We just listened to each other sighing softly across the ether.

"Have you ever been with a girl, Daphne?" I asked her and she replied that she hadn't, but she thought about it a lot. Especially younger girls, like me and Ilse, who was a Dutch girl whose father took pictures her with their Alsatian. She didn't do a lot of modeling though, I think Ilse only had like four photosets, but they were all 96 pictures each and super high quality! I figured her Daddy must be a professional photographer. Ilse was thirteen and Daphne said the Dutch girl was her favorite, but she liked me a lot too. Especially now that she'd met me. She said she felt very comfortable with me. Then Daphne laughed because that seemed like a strange thing to say while we were watching each other masturbate.

"I used to look at girls like you, Amy," she was saying. "And I still do, I suppose, wondering what it would be like to…touch you." I think Daphne was trying to bring us off together and I pushed another finger inside, twisting them to find that secret spot Dr. Siemein had shown me. "I'd imagine feeling your soft body close to mine. How you would smell and taste. Taking your nipples into my mouth while I ran my hands along your back. Pressing my leg between your smooth thighs, your sweet young sex burning across my skin."

"Yessss…" I hissed between my teeth, my eyes glazed with lust as Daphne worked her fingers slowly in and out of her pink glistening slit. "I'd love to feel your body on mine, Daphne. Touching me, biting me. Kissing me softly and making me so hot all over…Mmmm…So wet and warm inside. Do you want to taste me, Daphne? Do you want to know how sweet I am?" I pulled my fingers out of my slick little cunt, holding them up to the camera so they shone with my juices. 

"Oh! God yes, Amy. I want to taste you so bad right now! Do it for me, taste them for me and tell me what it's like," she urged me. I slipped off the chair, keeping my wet fingers in front of the camera until she could see my face, flushed with pleasure. I opened my mouth wide so she could see my tongue and pushed my wet fingers in, turning them as I licked and suckled at the moisture from my pussy.

"You do it, Daphne. Taste yourself and pretend it's me." I moved my hand back down, rubbing myself furiously as I felt my orgasm building.

I was going to cum any second and so was Daphne, but I wanted it to happen while we were both sucking our cunty fluids from our fingers, pretending we were drinking each other. As Daphne brought her fingers to her lips, I did the same, and we moaned and shook and shivered together as we came, sucking and swallowing eagerly at our own orgasms. I thought I'd never tasted anything so sweet, that it was because of her, the way Daphne made me feel just sitting there and talking.

I sat on the floor smiling at her, watching as her orgasm passed. My body was flushed and I was a little breathless and so was Daphne. When she came it was lights out and so much fun to watch. I finally couldn't wait any longer.

"Daphne, would you, um…would you like to do this for real, sometime?"

"What do you mean?" she asked me, smiling also and looking very relaxed.

"I mean, would you like to meet me and we could…uh, do it?" I sounded like an idiot, I thought. "We could make love…If you wanted to."

"Well, yeah," she sat up a little straighter. "Of course I would, but...I don't know…I mean…Where do you live?" I told her where Uncle Max's house was, in very general terms, and she looked shocked, in kind of a happy way. "That close? My God, I'm just up the road from there!" But then her face clouded slightly and she became more reserved, almost apologetic. "But uh…this is kind of…sudden, you know and…"

I could tell she was really torn by wanting to meet me and at the same time being so very shy and insecure, exactly how she'd described herself earlier. Now I started to understand why such a pretty woman was always alone, but dogs or no dogs, I really thought she'd be happy if she had some friends like Uncle Max and me.

"How about if we get some pizza?" I suddenly thought of something.

"What?"

I smiled. "Do you like pizza? We can meet at the Pizza Hut by the mall and talk and stuff our faces and then, maybe you'll feel better and um, we can talk and…stuff." I frowned as my tongue got all confused by what my brain hadn't figured all the way out yet, but Daphne laughed a little and smiled too.

She agreed that Pizza would be great and she'd meet me there at three o'clock for kind of a late lunch, early dinner thing. I probably should have told Daphne that Uncle Max would be coming too, but I didn't. I figured she'd probably change her mind, you know?

I gave her Uncle Max's phone number though, just in case she wanted to call me, but not to cancel our date, I warned her! And I told her to wear a skirt too. She asked me why and I said "Because, I'll be wearing one!" And I laughed and we said our goodbyes. I couldn't wait to tell Uncle Max the good news. I ran upstairs and crawled on him, rubbing my wet bare pussy against his thigh through the sheet until he opened one eye and looked at me.

"We have a date." I bounced a little, just because my pussy itched a little, and I wanted to make a wet spot on Uncle Max's leg.

"Huh?"

"With Daphne." I started pulling the covers down, he looked entirely too comfortable wrapped in those warm sheets.

"What?"

"She's smart and she's very pretty and she has two great dogs and she likes me a lot, and we're going to meet her for pizza at three!" If that didn't explain everything, I didn't know what would! Uncle Max can be so simple sometimes!

"What time is it?"

"It's not three yet, don't worry, but we have to leave a little early." It would be really bad to keep Daphne waiting, I thought. She looked like someone who might get nervous and be afraid of being stood up, so she'd leave and stand us up, if we weren't there early.

"Why?"

"You have to buy me a skirt." I was thinking a black one maybe, with a white blouse would be good, or a red blouse for some color, but a black skirt to go with Daphne's dogs. I'd need shoes too. I frowned. Good thing Uncle Max and me were rich now!

"Huh?"

"I need a new skirt for our date." I shook my head wondering why guys only listen half the time, and the other half of the time they're busy saying 'huh?'

"Why?"

"Because Daphne is going to wear one! Duh!" I laughed and rolled off the bed. "I'm gonna make you some coffee and we have to clean the house, just in case she wants to come over, and you gotta clean this room…Open some windows! It smells like somebody was having sex all night! And if she calls, be nice!"

"What? Calls?"

"I gave her your number, but if she calls, don't let her cancel our date! She's like terminally shy, even though we just jerked off together on the Internet. I saved the camera file, I think, so you can see her. Come on, Uncle Max! Get up!"

We had breakfast and cleaned and made the house look nice and even had time to give Spunky a bath, all before noon. Uncle Max was pretty excited when he replayed the web cam file, actually he replayed both of them, Daphne's and mine. I didn't know that the one I sent was saved automatically, and I started wondering if my Daddy's did that. That could be big trouble later on, I thought.

Anyway, he had them running side-by-side and his dick was getting hard again, but I told him, "No sex!" and if he jerked off I'd kill him. He told me not to worry; he didn't think he could cum again for a week anyway, after four times the day before. I felt his penis and he was right, it didn't have that same hard as rock feel to it, this was kind of the soft kind of hard-on guys get after too much of a good thing.

I was feeling like Supergirl though, like I could fix any problem in the world, even Uncle Max's oversexed 40-year-old penis. I dug in my purse, found the number, and called Dr. Siemein's office. Someone other than Nurse Siemein answered. "Who's this? Where's Nurse Siemein?"

"This is Nurse Diddly. I'm just, uh, filling in. Nurse Siemein is on vacation for a couple days, can I help you?" She sounded totally bored with me already.

"Nurse Diddly?" I laughed in spite of trying really hard not to. "Uh, sorry…I'm Amy Welch and I, uh, have a little problem…Can I speak with Dr. Siemein?"

"Well…!" It was that self-important 'well' of someone who had just been laughed at and I cringed. "I'm sure the doctor is very busy at the moment, if you could leave your number…"

"No, please, I really need to speak with him." I tried to be nice first, I really did!

"I'm sorry, but I just couldn't interrupt the doctor, Miss…uh, what did you say your name was?"

"Amy Welch, and…"

She cut me off. "Well, Amy, I'll tell him you called and…"

"Listen!" I was losing patience. "Just tell him Amy Welch is on the phone. He'll speak with me…Or you'll be back on your street corner selling blowjobs for a nickel when he finds out you took a fucking message!" I actually yelled at her and it felt very therapeutic. Uncle Max just raised his eyebrows and went back to his split-pea soup.

"Hold on," she said quietly and I gave Uncle Max a nod.

"Nurse Diddly is putting me through," I whispered. 

He looked at me. "You have such a way with people, Amy."

"Amy? This is Dr. von Siemein, how are you?" He sounded worried and figured it was because his daughter was probably playing doctor with my Daddy's butt. I was pretty sure he didn't care, all three of the 'he's' in that sentence I should clarify, but everyone was worried about poor little Amy. The concern empowered me and Dr. von Siemein owed me.

"I'm good, Doctor, I just was wondering…could I get a prescription from you for a friend of mine?"

"Uh, well…that's…that's not something I'd usually do, Amy," he said. "Why doesn't your…friend…uh, just see her own doctor and…"

He was probably thinking I wanted a prescription for me, like sleeping pills or something, so I could overdose myself to oblivion. I shook my head, even though Dr. von Siemein couldn't tell.

"It's not for me, or my invisible friend, it's for my boyfriend. We want a little Viagra, that sex pill stuff, because he's kind of, um…Worn out," I giggled.

"Oh. I uh…I see, well…does…does he have any allergies, any heart conditions or circulation problems?"

"Hold on, I'll put him on." I handed the phone to Uncle Max. He looked at me like I was crazy, but he took it and they talked about his health awhile, then he gave the phone back to me.

"Okay Amy, I'll write him a prescription, but just for a few doses, and this will be the last and only time, understand? I like you a lot, Amy, but this isn't something I'd like to do again. Okay?"

"Yeah, I understand…Thanks Dr. von Siemein, you're really doing me a huge favor! We'll be there in half an hour, okay?"

"Sure, I'll leave it with the nurse," he paused. "Have you spoken to your dad?"

"Not lately, but I will, don't worry."

"Okay Amy, just go easy on him, alright? And on yourself too. We all care about you."

We hung up shortly after that and I laughed at Uncle Max. "Now you'll be ready to fuck all night long, studly!" I looked him up and down. "You better get ready for our date. Dress nice, but casual, right? We're going for pizza. And shave too. And oh…I used your razor this morning, so if there's little blonde pubic hairs in it…" I giggled.

"Sheesh! I can't decide if you sound more like my mother or my ex-wife!" he grinned at me and I pursed my lips.

"Neither one of them loves you the way I do, Uncle Max!" I pulled him out of his chair.

"You got that right!" He squeezed my left boob playfully. "If I take all that Viagra and Daphne doesn't work out, you're going to be in a lot of trouble, little girl!"

"Promises, promises!" I laughed and slapped Uncle Max's hand away. "It'll work out fine as long as you remember your manners. You're going to love each other!" I promised, crossing my fingers behind my back.

"I don't know about that," Uncle Max scratched his head. "But if we're going to the mall, I guess you could probably use these."

He got up and went to his desk and came back with an envelope. He opened it and took out 3 credit cards, A Visa, an American Express, and a JNB, whatever that was.

"The bills go to your attorney. You've got 5,000 euros on the Visa, half a million yen on the JNB, and a lot of dollars on the American Express, I don't really know what the limit on that is. It's an easy way to launder a little bit of money," he smiled. "Just don't buy a Ferrari yet." He opened the other envelope. "This is from your lawyer, a little letter of introduction, and some contractual stuff. Once you sign them I'll get them over-nighted to Mr. Faust. Basically it's just saying that we're partners, with the 70-30 split I told you about, and you're agreeing to the contracts I signed on your behalf when the corporation was established. Read it through, if you want you can get a lawyer here to look through it too, I know a couple good ones."

I looked at him seriously. "I know you wouldn't fuck me, Uncle Max," I giggled and signed. I could have been agreeing to almost anything, but I knew Uncle Max wasn't lying to me. He could have had everything without ever telling me at all, and that was all the proof I needed that I could trust him.

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We got out of the house about quarter to one, which was really rushing, but we had a lot to do. I was wearing one of Uncle Max's son's old college sweatshirts and my school skirt and some flip-flops that were a little too big. I looked like a nut. But all I'd brought with me from home were panties. So maybe I was a nut, anyway, I'd get what I needed at the mall.

In the car I asked Uncle Max if he'd ever have sex with a man.

"Nope," he answered, "I got nothing against it, but I really think Tab-A goes into Slot-B for a reason, ya know?"

"But what if the other man looked like an underwear model with kind of reddish hair?"

"Hmmm…Well…" He didn't say he would, but he didn't say he wouldn't either. He just left it hanging there while we rode in silence. I was glad Nurse Siemein wasn't going to be there when we picked up Uncle Max's prescription. 

We didn't see Dr. Siemein either, just Nurse Diddle, who looked like she belonged in the Playboy Mansion, with her big boobs, tight uniform, and long luscious legs. She wasn't even a real blonde, I could see her roots were dark, but I still groaned inwardly. She looked like Pamela Anderson in an old Baywatch rerun.

What was the deal with Dr. Siemein and his nurses, I wondered.

"You must be Amy." She didn't smile. "What a delightful child!" And she'd said child just to make me feel like one. "And such a well dressed little girl too!" She clucked her tongue and then turned on Uncle Max. "And you're her Daddy?" She said it real sexy, like she wanted Uncle Max to be her Daddy and was just imagining all the dirty little things her Daddy Max would make her do. God, what a bitch!

But Uncle Max would have none of it. "I'm her Uncle Max and I think you have a prescription for me?"

Nurse Diddle pulled it out from between her big creamy perfect breasts dramatically, taking a deep breath and letting it out with a sigh. She held it in her fingers like she was teasing him with it.

"Viagra?" she smiled. "I don't think I've been with a man who used Viagra before." Then she looked at me real catty. "But then, that could be the reason too." 

"Thanks," Uncle Max snatched it out of her hand and looked at it, then at Nurse Diddle. "Can I, uh, ask you a personal question?" He glanced around as Nurse Diddle giggled and nodded. Uncle Max leaned close and whispered in her ear and then stepped back, arching his eyebrows.

Nurse Diddle turned very red and slapped him. But Uncle Max just laughed and we left. I asked what had happened as we rode the elevator down to the street. "I asked her if she still had her penis." Uncle Max looked at me and smiled. "She didn't have reddish hair, but that Adam's apple was a dead give away!"

I laughed and took him by the arm. "I love you, Uncle Max," I told him.

"I love you too, Amy."

"And you weren't tempted?" I looked up at him smiling.

"Nope."

"Not even a little?" I grinned.

"Well…" He left it hanging while we hurried to the mall.

Shopping is something I'm pretty good at, but we didn't have much time that day, so I wasn't going to be looking for bargains. Well, that's my excuse anyway. At least the mall wasn't very busy and Thursday afternoons are like that, I guess, but I'd never been there on one before either. We stopped off at the pharmacy first; dropping off Uncle Max's prescription and finding out it would take an hour to fill, which sounded stupid. It was just 24 little pills. I could have counted them out myself in thirty seconds, if they weren't locked behind six inches of bulletproof glass. That pharmacy looked like a bank. But it was only 1:30, so an hour would be okay, barely.

I told Uncle Max we'd start from the inside and work our way out. He wasn't sure what that meant, until I dragged him into Victoria's Secret. And it wasn't really all that hard dragging him in there, either. Everything was beautiful and nice and pretty, even the sales ladies, who looked at Uncle Max and me helpfully, smiling and asking how we were that fine spring day. I love the mall.

"Excuse me," I asked one of the nice automatons, this one tall and aesthetic, dressed in a very conservative gray suit.

"Yes?" She smiled when she saw just how poorly I was dressed. I felt like I'd just fallen out of a garage sale. But she didn't laugh, which I appreciated.

I looked at Uncle Max who was trying to look around disinterested and failing utterly, so I then smiled at the sales lady. "I need some killer underwear that will go with this…" I fingered the leather dog collar around my neck.

"Uh, okay," she took it well, and obviously wasn't new to the lingerie business, I thought. "Something black then? Lace in a floral design, maybe, to give you a bit less…uh, severe…appearance." I followed her through the racks. "One piece or two?"

"Bra and panties," I said.

We looked around and finally found this really nice satin bra and G-string set, it was red, but so dark that it looked black until it caught the light in just the right way, then it cut the eyes like a crimson scalpel. I loved it even though it had no lace or flowers at all.

"Is there a dressing room I can use?" She led me over and I collected Uncle Max along the way. "Come on Uncle Max, I need an expert opinion."

"Well, we don't allow customers to try on…" She was walking quickly to keep up. "Uh, excuse me, miss…your…uh, Uncle can't go back there." She looked apologetically at Uncle Max.

I handed Uncle Max my purse.

"I'll wait right here, Amy." Uncle Max smiled at the saleslady and shrugged his shoulders. "My sister's kid," he said, as if that might actually explain why he was buying me underwear.

"Oh," she nodded as if she understood and I giggled and went inside.

I got out of my clothes and didn't even bother hanging them up; I just dropped them on the floor in a pile and put on the bra and panties. It was a 32A+ and it fit me pretty well. The cups were wired and pushed up nicely so it looked like I had a bit more to play with. It was comfortable too, not like some bras. The G-string was soft and a little too big, I thought, again worrying about my alleged bean-pole butt, but once I worked the small satin triangle in place and pulled the waist bands up, so they arched over my hips the way they were supposed to, it felt good. I looked in the mirror and I liked it.

I stepped out of the dressing room and walked to the edge of the doorway, watching for pins, because I always worry about being barefoot in dressing room areas!

"What do you think, Uncle Max?" I stood there and turned slowly. Maybe four other people could see me, but they were all women, so I wasn't worried. I posed a little and Uncle Max got really red. So did the saleslady.

"It's very…nice, Amy," he said slowly, not saying what he was really thinking.

"Is it killer?"

"Oh yeah!" he chuckled then despite himself and the saleslady frowned at him.

I went back in the dressing room and took the tags off carefully, thankful that they didn't have those big plastic things that most places use to prevent shoplifting. I had to take off the bra again to do it, and then put it back on, and then finally putting on my skirt and sweatshirt and flip-flops. I hadn't been wearing a bra, but I did have panties. I picked those up as I left. 

I handed Uncle Max my panties, "Could you put those in my purse, please?" I smiled at him. I handed the tags to the saleslady. "Can you ring these up? I'll just wear them home."

"W-Will that be cash or charge?" she asked me and Uncle Max zipped up my purse and handed it to me.

"Charge," he said. "And uh, we're in a hurry." He gave her a credit card and she hurried off a little flustered. "Nice lady," Uncle Max said.

"Uh-huh," I nodded. "She's got a real future selling underwear."

Then we both laughed.

"I need shoes!" I announced as we walked out of Victoria's Secret. "How much money do I have left?"

"Mmmm…On that card? A lot," he looked at me. "Why?"

"Prada!" I grinned.

I found some great leather boots, so soft and creamy that you'd have thought they were sculpted from butter. Red butter, that is, red like the color of my first menses. Innocent red like a promise of things to come…or a warning. They reached all the way to my knees and had 2" black heels that tapered with menace. The toes were closed and pointed and made me dream of kicking someone in the balls. They were perfect. They made me a different person. And for $1200.00 they'd damn sure better!

I sat on a leather loveseat, with a sharp dressed man of some thirty years kneeling in front of me. I had my legs spread so he could see my new G-string, while he carefully worked my left foot into the boot. Uncle Max was standing behind him, drinking a little espresso and watching with some amusement.

"Have you ever been kicked in the balls, Uncle Max?" I asked innocently, reaching down while the man held my foot in the air.

It felt as though the world had stopped spinning, just so that we could all admire my new boot. I ran my hands from the sharp heel all the way to the top, where it fit so smoothly to my calf that it almost became one with my flesh. I thoroughly enjoyed the way it looked and felt. I didn't know a thing could bring me so much pleasure.

"Mmmm…Once, Amy, when I was younger," Uncle Max nodded.

"On purpose?" I put my leg down and let the man dress my other foot.

"Well, she said it was an accident," Uncle Max laughed and the man smiled to himself.

"What did you do?"

"I married her!" Uncle Max chuckled.

"How about you?" I looked at the salesman.

"Ma'am?"

"Have you ever been kicked in the balls?" I smiled, but my voice was very serious.

He thought about it for a moment. "No ma'am, I haven't."

He let go of my right leg, now adorned with fine red leather to match the left. I kept it up, my leg straight so the heel remained just in front of his handsome mouth.

"But if I were to be kicked? I would very much want these boots to do it." He looked into my eyes as he said that and I understood completely.

"Kiss them," I said, lowering my foot and pressing my legs together so my new boots were side by side. Now he could kiss one and then the other, easily, with no more effort than it would take to prostrate himself before me in public.

He did it happily too.

Uncle Max and I were walking to Hennesy's to find a dress. Time was growing shorter, so we walked quickly and I enjoyed the way my new boots sounded on the dry hard tile of the mall concourse.

"I can't believe that guy kissed your feet like that," Uncle Max was shaking his head and chuckling. "In front of a dozen people."

"Why?" I asked, looking up at him. "Wouldn't you?"

"Well, yeah." he admitted. "But I love you."

"And he loves these boots," I smiled.

"How did you know he'd do it?"

"I was flashing him my panties for fifteen minutes and all he did was look at the boots. He didn't even know I existed from the knees up," I laughed. "I just gave him what he wanted."

"And here I thought you were a sexual terrorist!" Uncle Max laughed. "But you're really just a hopeless romantic."

I laughed too. "That's a very fine line, Uncle Max, I just try to walk the edge."

Uncle Max just sighed and I giggled.

I found just what I wanted in the big department store, although after our previous experiences with underwear and boots, I think it surprised Uncle Max. But I explained how Daphne was drawn by youth. I could buy a skirt and blouse and do my face and look older, like 18 or perhaps even 19 or 20, I thought. But I didn't want to do that, and Daphne didn't want that either, I was pretty sure. So I needed some clothes to suit my real age, or younger would be okay too. The problem was, they had to go with my boots! Cause I wasn't taking those off!

I went with a mustard colored linen skirt, pleated and hemmed mid thigh, with a zipper in the back, and a wide black leather belt from the boys department, to go through the loops. Then Uncle Max found this awesome halter-top that said 'Treat Me' on it. It was a nice shade of brown with yellow letters. I changed in the dressing room again, coming out to ask Uncle Max what he thought and he said I looked fourteen again and that made me giggle.

I changed back, and we went to pay for it, stopping along the way so I could pick up some plain pink cotton panties. I couldn't wear the bra with the halter, and the g-string just didn't feel right without the bra, so… I changed in the girl's bathroom and stuffed my clothes in the plastic bag from Hennesy's.

Except for my dog collar, I figured I looked pretty normal.

We stopped by the pharmacy on the way out and picked up Uncle Max's pills. The little instruction thing said to take one about an hour before he wanted to get down and dirty, and not to exceed three pills in 24 hours. I told Uncle Max he'd better wait to take one because maybe Daphne would be uncomfortable getting freaky in a Pizza Hut on our first date. Uncle Max said he thought I was probably right, but I could tell he was excited just to be meeting her. So was I.

Weird huh?

 

        Chapter 8