PB-158 Kathy's Dog Act by Paul Gable


Chapter 1


Kathy Murphy walked nervously onto the stage and peered into the dark
auditorium. She shaded her eyes with her hand, trying to blot out the
blinding stage lights.

"Pete! Pete! I thought told you that wanted a brunette!" Kathy heard the
producer yell.

"Bob! She's good, I tell you. Listen to her read her lines and shut up
for once in your life," Pete Coons, the director, shouted back from the
left wing.

"So she's got a pair of big tits! That makes an actress?" the man
shouted again.

"Go on, Kathy. Read," Pete urged quietly.

Kathy dropped her hand and swallowed hard, trying to fight the feeling
of panic that was making her stomach rumble and quiver with butterflies.
This was her first big chance get out of the house and into the theatre.

"Okay, angel tits. Let's go," the producer shouted out from the darkened
room.

"Oh Sheba, do you--" Kathy started.

"Goddamn it! Where's the dog? This is the big return scene for that
fuckin' dog. If she's gonna read, I want to see her with that animal,"
the producer hollered.

Kathy closed her eyes and fought back the urge to scream. She'd never
dreamed that getting a part in the Pasadena Civic Theatre would be this
traumatic. The way everyone was acting, she thought she was auditioning
for a Broadway theatre in New York. But all this was the game they were
playing, she had to go along with the rules or go home.

Back to the vacuum cleaner! Ugh! She thought as she watched the prop man
run frantically round the wings looking for her co-star. Kathy married
Joe when she was twenty and really had no complaints about him. She'd
been a virgin when she married him, not really knowing what went on in
the sack. Joe changed all of that quickly, and turned Kathy into a star
pupil of fucking. Kathy experimented with him willingly--not only
because she loved him, but because she realized she had a hot cunt that
needed banging regularly.

"Get that damned dog! I haven't got all day!" the producer screeched.

Kathy sighed as she remembered how the frustration slowly began to set
in on her. Joe had his career. He was a manager and instructor at a
women's gym in Beverly Hills. Kathy had been there a few times and felt
her jealousy burning at full tilt when she saw the way the women looked
at Joe. She watched their eyes glaze over with lust, as they stared at
his powerful crotch. Kathy knew that her husband had a powerful animal
magnetism that made nipples stiffen, tits swell, and cunts fire up and
juice uncontrollably. That was one of the first things that attracted
her to him. But did he have to parade it around at his job? Kathy sighed
again as she thought of how some women practically got down on their
backs and hunched up their knees whenever Joe walked by. He was tall,
dark complected, and had long, curly thick black hair that hung slightly
over his ears. His blue eyes sparkled with excitement, glowing almost
continually with sexual lust from under his thick black lashes and bushy
brows.


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