BRINGS ON THE DOGS – Chapter 1
Judy Harlon hurried down Washington Boulevard, her black high heels clacking
sharply along the concrete sidewalk. Her short, brisk steps made her firm, rounded ass-
globes jiggle under her clinging blue wool dress. Glancing into the storefront windows
of the several antique shops along the way, Judy checked her reflected appearance
nervously. She had folded her long, silky golden hair up into a tight French twist,
fastening the upswept hairdo with a rectangular gold hairpin. Stopping in front of an
empty shop just north of Venice Boulevard, the attractive young blonde reached up and
smoothed down the soft dress material over her pendulous titties. The dyed finished
wool scratched teasingly over her large brown nipples, making them tingle and start to
stiffen up and try to poke through the dress. Judy was sorry now she hadn’t worn a bra.
At the same time she could feel her tight cuntlips respond to the sensuous tickling,
filling up with blood and puffing out against the cool silk of her panties. The blonde
reached up and brushed a stray strand of golden hair from her eyes, sighing and
fighting down the hot, tight feeling dampening her crotch with pussy dew. The young
woman was surprised how quickly her simmering sexuality had threatened to boil over
just from this simple act of readjusting her dress. It’s been too long without a man, she
thought, biting her lower hp and hating herself for running that sentence through her
mind again. Tossing that idea out of her mind, Judy checked her profile in the dark
plate glass before moving on to her destination. The blonde shook her head and
focused her watery blue eyes ahead, concentrating on the interview that was ahead of
her. This was going to be her first job application in four years, ever since her marriage
to Bob
Harlon. He’d wanted to keep her at home to cook, clean and raise babies. That idea
actually appealed to Judy at first. While Bob worked at the office, she cleaned and
dusted her way into boredom, waiting for the first signs of pregnancy. Several years
after her wedding, Judy discovered she wasn’t the only one Bob was trying to raise a
family with. While he kept her tied to the stove, her husband was busy bedding his
secretary, female barber and just about anyone else half attractive with a pussy. After
the initial hurt and anger, Judy calmly walked to a lawyer and ended her brief try at
marriage.
For a year or so the young blonde lived on her husband’s generous alimony checks and
her own bank interest, making the rounds of singles bars without finding anyone
particularly interesting. Bored once more, Judy decided several weeks ago to put her
college accounting courses to good use. After several abortive interviews with pawing
men definitely not interested in her educational qualifications, Judy discovered a small
stationery shop owned by a young woman who needed a part-time bookkeeper. The
best job in the world it wasn’t. But the young woman needed something to get her out
of the house and bars. The extra money would certainly help. And any experience she
could glum out of this job might help her in getting a better one later.
With this attitude Judy continued her walk, glancing upward at the addresses painted
above the doorways until she came to the one she wanted. Above a small store window
was a sign: EVELYN’S BOUTIQUE. Judy inhaled deeply, squared her shoulders and
turned the brass knob on the door. Stepping into the close, brightly lit shop, the young
blonde came face to face with someone definitely not Evelyn.
"Oh, I’m sorry," she said softly, stepping back as she felt her pulse pick up and race
frantically. A tall, dark-haired man dressed in Levi’s and a tight T-shirt stretched across
his broad, tanned chest stood in the middle of the shop browsing through what looked
like a catalogue.
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"That’s all right," he said, smiling broadly as he put down the booklet and gave Judy a
quick once-over. His burning black eyes glowed like hot coals under his thick eyebrows.
Judy glanced quickly up at his broad forehead, his long straight nose, and his thick lips
curving sensuously up at the corners of his mouth. She could feel her skin crawling
with electric sexuality as his eyes bore down on her. Judy felt like an ass standing
mutely in the middle of the shop without saying anything. Yet the dark stranger’s eyes
seem to somehow mesmerize her.
"I-I’m looking for the manager," Judy said as she lowered her eyes to the floor and
fought down the blush she could feel burning her cheeks.
"Evy?" the young man said, breaking into a broader smile. Judy jerked her head up at
the familiarity of his tongue of voice. The big man’s thick lips peeled back, revealing a
long, white straight row of teeth. He seemed to exude friendliness. "She just left. She’ll
be back."
"Do you work here?" Judy asked, her voice becoming noticeably lower. The blonde was
having trouble breathing normally as she stood only a few feet away from this hunk of
male flesh.
"Me? No," he said, laughing softly as he rocked back on his boots and made a slower,
more detailed survey of Judy. "I’m Mac, her brother," he said, stretching out a powerful,
hairy arm. Judy took it, feeling every nerve ending in her body stand on end as she felt
his hot, calloused palm close over her fingers and squeeze them powerfully. Her nipples
stood on end, poking noticeably against the soft wool pulled tightly over her jutting tits.
Mac looked at her jugs, spotting the tiny protrusions and arching his thick eyebrows
before smiling even more broadly than before and letting Judy’s hand go. "You here to
see my sister about that job?"
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"Oh, yes," Judy said, snapping out of her trance and shaking herself back to reality. The
young attractive blonde felt almost overwhelmed by Evelyn’s brother.
On the two tables were scattered various address books and pen and pencil sets. On the
shelves stood rows of typing, lined, accounting, and other types of paper all neatly
stacked. And crowding all this into the corner was the hulk of Mac’s muscular body.
Judy could feel his body heat warming her flesh, penetrating her dress and caressing her
smooth, creamy white thighs. "I called her earlier," Judy said, her voice a thick whisper.
She could feel cold beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead, while oily, foamy
pussy juice bubbled out from her long cuntal crack and slathered down the crotch panel
of her briefs. As she shifted her position in front of Mac, Judy could feel her snatchlips
slide upward and push against her partially unsheathed clitshaft. A long, rolling
shudder rippled through her swampy box and chilled her spine. Her furry, puffy
mound was itching and tingling as the thick snatch oil oozed through her tight pubic
curls and soaked down her panties. Judy wished the owner of the shop would come just
as badly as she hoped Mac would gather her up in his arms and lock the door behind
him. To hell with the job! one part of her said as she felt the room rocking and swaying
around her.
The air was suddenly shattered by the sharp tinkling of the brass bell mounted above
the front door. Judy felt her body relax as she turned slowly around and found herself
face to face with a short, perky little brunette girl with short-cropped hair.
"Hi, sis," Mac said, folding his thick arms across his chest and winking at the boyish-
looking young girl. "One of the applicants," he said, indicating Judy with a short nod of
his head.
"One of the only ones," the girl muttered, smiling at Judy warmly. "I’m afraid not too
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many bookkeepers want part-time employment. There may be a recession going on
now, but accountants and bookkeepers are hard as hell to get. Come on into my office,"
Evelyn said, taking Judy by the right elbow and pushing her gently forward past Mac.
"I picked up the boxes of twenty-pound white bond you wanted," Mac said, fishing in
his pants pocket and pulling out a folded, wrinkled invoice.
"You met my brother?" Evelyn said, reading the invoice carefully as she pointed a hand
toward Mac.
"Yes. Uh, we were talking before you came in," Judy said, glancing up and staring
sheepishly at Mac. Even though little had been said between them, much had been
understood. Mac had the habit of sniffing out a woman in heat, pursuing her until he’d
cornered her, then plowing her pussy until she thought she couldn’t piss for weeks.
Judy, without knowing him, instinctively sensed this about the big man and it excited
the hell out of her.
"Beware of him," the young brunette said, raising her eyes and watching the two of
them staring hotly at each other. "Boxes aren’t the only thing this guy can pick up."
"Boxes are the only thing I want to pick up," Mac countered playfully, winking at his
sister then moving past the two women toward the door. Judy blushed bright red at the
big man’s last comment.
"Filthy mind!" Evy said, folding her arms across her tits and shaking her head back and
forth as Mac waved a cheery good-bye and strolled out the doorway. "But he’s a good
brother," she added as she folded the invoice and sat down behind a small desk at the
far end of the shop. "He helped me set this up in the beginning and he’s done about all
my delivery and pick-ups. It really helped at the beginning. But now business is getting
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going and I need some outside help," Evelyn continued as Judy sat down in front of the
desk and smoothed her dress over her knees. "Tell me something about yourself."
The blonde started in with her college education and some part-time experience she’d
had in accounting during her senior year at the UCLA Business School. She hesitated,
then went into her brief marriage with Bob and the unpleasant divorce.
"You seem qualified enough for what I want and need," Evelyn said after pausing for a
second after Judy’s short narrative. "If you don’t mind low pay and erratic working
hours, you’ll love this job."
Judy thought of her prospective boss’ brother and the way he’d looked at her in the
shop. She could still feel the fire storming down her thighs, up her belly until it
enveloped her big titties in flames of lust. No, the long hours and erratic pay wouldn’t
be much of a problem to her.
"I’ll take the job if you’ll have me," Judy said, smiling and extending her right hand
over the pile of papers scattered on the desk top.
"You’ve got a deal," Evelyn said, grasping it firmly and shaking over the bargain. "You
can start right now trying to make some sense out of all these damn bills," the brunette
said, her voice changing to despair as she surveyed the mass confusion on her desk.
Judy raised her eyebrows, then straightened her back and started sifting through the
pile. Gradually the blonde started putting Evelyn’s financial affairs in order, asking
occasional questions and jotting down figures in an account book. Neither woman
realized how much time was passing as row after row of figures filled the columns in
the book.
"My aching neck," Evelyn said, closing her eyes and leaning back in her chair as she
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rubbed the back of her neck with both hands. Judy looked up from the book and
turned around, noticing only then the sun was setting. She was surprised both at how
late it was and how no one had entered the store since she’d been in.
"Is it always this slow?" Judy asked, putting down her pen and stretching the stiffness
out of her body.
"I’ve been having trouble getting people in here," Evelyn warily admitted as she looked
a little sadly into Judy’s eyes. "I guess every business has its problems when it first
starts. But don’t worry," the brunette was quick to add noticing Judy’s face clouding
over. "I’ve got plenty of cash in the bank to pay your salary until some real money
starts coming in."
The blonde smiled, both at the news she didn’t have to worry about her pay and at
Evelyn’s innocent honesty. She realized she was going to be happy working here.
The bell over the door tinkled suddenly.
"Customers?" Judy whispered, moving her legs to one side of the chair and standing up.
Evelyn moved from behind her desk and brushed past
Judy as she walked into the main section of the shop.
"What are you doing here?" the blonde heard her boss ask in a tense, irritated voice.
Judy peeped around the corner of a tall partition blocking the office area from the shop
and saw three young men dressed sloppily in jeans and rolled up flannel shirts standing
spread-legged in front of the doorway. Two of the men stared defiantly at Evelyn,
smirking evilly while the third turned around and was pulling down the shade over the
window.
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"We told you we’d be back to collect, babes, and you didn’t believe us," the tallest one
said slowly as his lower jaw moved up and down chewing gum.
"I don’t have to pay you anything," Evelyn said defiantly, raising her arms and crossing
them nervously across her tits.
"You want to do business on Washington, honey, you’re gonna pay up. The rest of the
folks do around here. What makes you so different?" the young man said, reaching in
front of him and picking up a brown address book from one of the tables in front of
him. While Judy and Evelyn looked on, the big man ripped the pages slowly from the
book, dropping them like dead leaves onto the floor.
"Hey Joe, maybe the cunt’s gotta have a little reminder to pay her bills when they’re
up," a short guy wearing a black leather motorcycle cap said as he leered at the young
brunette. None of them had noticed Judy yet as she stared with fascination at the scene.
"Yeah, maybe a little working over," the third man said.
Without saying another word the tallest man reached out and grabbed Evelyn roughly
by the arms, shaking her back and forth until her black hair fell carelessly in front of
her face. She wailed as he pushed her violently back. The young girl stumbled over her
feet, reaching out for support as she bumped hard against one of the display tables and
knocked several address books and pen sets to the floor. The tall hood called Joe moved
up to her, jerking her forward while he raised his right hand high over his head. He
slapped Evelyn hard across the right cheek. With a piercing scream, the brunette’s head
snapped back from the force of the blow. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled onto
her flushed cheeks as the red imprints of Joe’s fingers broke out on her face. Her knees
buckled and she sank to the floor as her sobbing became choked with terror. Judy slid
back into relative safety behind the partition, feeling her heart beating so hard she
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thought the men could hear it.
"You listen good, sister. We don’t fool around," Joe said, letting Evelyn go. The
brunette sank completely to the floor, covering her face protectively with both hands as
she looked fearfully at the three men. "You got three days to make good on the first
payment, or your store goes up with you in it."
With that threat, the three men turned and walked out of the shop. When the door
slammed shut Judy ran quickly around the partition and rushed to Evelyn’s side.
"Who were they?" the blonde asked, kneeling down at the young woman’s side and
brushing the tears from her cheeks.
"The Venice Thirteen. Three of them," Evelyn said angrily as she stiffened her body and
rose from the floor. "They’ve been in here before, asking for a kind of protection
money. They threatened to fire bomb the shop if I didn’t pay up. I don’t know what to
do. I hate giving into those bastards. But if they keep this up…" Evelyn said as she
rubbed her sore cheek and looked at the mess on the floor. Judy felt her skin crawl with
fear as she thought of the three men and the looks on their faces. The tallest one,
obviously the leader, filled her with terror. What kind of mess had she gotten herself
into? She just wanted a part-time accounting job.
"What happened?" Judy heard a deep male voice above her. Looking up, she saw Mac
standing in the doorway. The blonde hadn’t heard him enter. "It was those pukes again
sis, right?" The big man’s powerful fingers curled into two tight fists.
"I’m scared, Mac. They threatened me and the shop," the young brunette said in a
quivering voice.
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"Maybe we should go," Judy suggested, helping Evelyn to the back of the shop.
"I’m not going to let either of you go home alone," Mac said determinedly. Judy felt a
flash of sexual heat encase her body as she thought of Mac seeing her home. As Evelyn
got the shop ready for closing, Judy tried to hide her excitement from Mac who still
stood by the door.
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