The Dog and the "Cougar"
Spot On The Dog & the Cougar
Despite all of the super-glamorous stories Casey had heard in his youth about music stars, Juliana Thomas did not drive some $200,000 sports car. In fact, he was caught off-guard when she walked with him out into the parking lot and went straight to a few-year-old, steel gray Jetta wagon. "This is me." she announced in a cheery voice; the doors unlocked as they approached and she opened the driver's side door before looking back at the Dog.
"Oh." the Dalmatian tried to make the single word come out as casually as possible but, judging from the inquiry on Jae's face, he had obviously failed, "I... uh..." he felt his ears redden,
"Just kinda figured you'd probably..." he shrugged.
"Drive something like that?" she indicated a bright red Maserati with a flick of her head in the direction of they distinctly eye-catching vehicle.
"Yea..." he shrugged, still intimidated by the thought of being in a car with such a famous singer, "I guess."
"Maybe back when I was your age." she gave the Dalmatian a winning smile and got into the Jetta, "But I'm a LOT older now... and even a little wiser."
"Shouldn't that be the other way around?" he asked with a wag, getting into the passenger side with his most confident grin.
"No..." she chuckled, "can't get TOO wise, otherwise life loses some of the fun." she winked in his direction and started the car up, "After all... wisdom is great for things like good gas mileage and an economical mode of transportation... but it REALLY spoils all the foolish things in life that are waaay too much fun to give up."
Casey's tail wagged against the car door as he buckled up, "Oh yea..." he nodded with mock-thoughtfulness, "I hear these wagons get really great safety ratings." the Dog had no idea if it was true, but he couldn't help but use his best car commercial voice.
Jae started the car, "Actually, I got it for the storage space." she replied, having immediately caught onto the Dalmatian's thought pattern. She spoke with the complete and total vacuous, inane perfection of a tv mom, "With 140 horse power and over 60 cubic feet of storage space it helps me get from home to the soccer game and still look good doing it." and she followed it up quickly in a much more natural, good-humored tone, "And the paparazzi never seem to realize it's me driving."
Casey couldn't help but laugh at the comment, and Jae joined in. He glanced back over his seat toward the rest of the immaculately-kept car, "Yea... I somehow doubt that you'd be soccer-mom type."
"Oh really?" she inquired, pulling out of the parking lot, "Well, I'll have you know that Sunrise has played straight up through high school."
"Sunrise?" It took Casey a few moments to realize what Jae was talking about but, when he did, it came as a shock, "Oh... your daughter!" he did a double-take, "She's in HIGH SCHOOL?!?!"
"She's a Sophomore this year." Jae confirmed.
"I remember when she was born!" the Dog gaped.
She laughed in response, "You and half the nation..."
"I can't believe she's that old already..." Casey murmured, trying to think back how old he was when she was born. Six? Seven? He was still living in Tennessee at the time, so he couldn't have been ten. He was just starting to do the math between his years and how old he was when he was a Sophmore in high school when Jae turned the car onto the freeway.
"So enough about me and my daughter..." she glanced his way after merging with traffic, "Tell me about you."
"Uh..." the open ended inquiry caught Casey by surprise, "...what about me?"
"All about you." she responded casually, "I assume you already know plenty about me--"
"EVERYONE knows about you, Jae." Casey countered, more confident on keeping her the topic of discussion rather than letting her look at him under a magnifying glass. She was confident and collected and... well... famous.
"I've been hearing stories that 'Casey' just might become a household name too, you know." she countered, slowing slightly before transitioning into the exit lane, "Better you get a chance to tell your life story a few times to some friendly faces as practice before the media run you down for it."
"You used your turn signal." the Dog announced his observation.
"Everyone should." Jae replied, "It's the law... and now you're just trying to avoid the question." she glanced to him after coming to a stop at a red light, "That doesn't work very well for me, and it certainly doesn't work for the 'razi."
"Razi?" Casey raised his ears as the light turned green and Jae continued on.
"As in the 'paparazzi'." Jae responded, and made a right turn, "So... tell me ALL about Kitten-Chaser."
"Um..." the Dog paused, running a finger over the window control before choosing instead to leave it alone, "Not a lot to say, really... I went to a casting call for a male Dog model where I met--"
"I didn't mean professionally, Casey..." she announced, "I meant about the YOU you... the REAL you... about Kitten Chaser, not about 'The Face of Mein Hund'." she made a right turn into a particularly nice neighborhood; he could tell it was nice because every house may as well have been a mansion and all the grounds were gated.
"Uh..." he paused in thought, "I'm from Tennessee originally... my parents moved the family out here when I was ten because my dad got a job working with horses." he tapped his muzzle in thought, "We stayed out here for not-quite nine years... my parents went their separate ways but both moved back to Tennessee and I decided to stay here."
"Your parents divorced?" Jae asked softly, "That's not easy at any age. Mine separated when I was eight." she cleared her throat and took another right turn, then brought the discussion right back to the Dalmatian, "What'd you do after your family moved back east?"
"Oh..." Casey fidgeted, "I enlisted." he offered a faint smile, "It's kinda the thing to do when you're not sure what you want to do with your life... at least, that's what the recruitment officer told me."
"Wow..." she replied blandly, "What a selling point."
"Yea... well... nothing really turned out there like I wanted it to." the Dog let out a sigh, and quickly went to change the topic, "So after I left the army I--" sadly, glossing over that particular point didn't quite work.
"As in, LEFT, or--"
Sighing, Casey realized he wouldn't be able to get past her scrutiny, "I was discharged for being undesirably interested in the wrong kind of sex."
"Hmm." Jae noted without judgment, "Whatever happened to the 'Don't ask don't tell' thing?"
"Well... for that to hold true you kinda have to not tell." the Dalmatian responded flatly, "Thing is... between being a Burb Dog and having a REALLY hot commanding officer, it really made the whole situation a recipe for failure."
"I see." she nodded thoughtfully as she turned into a drive way. Hitting the button on the control box attached to the driver side visor, Jae waited for the large iron gate to open before continuing onward up the path leading to a four car garage, "So that's when you decided to become a model?"
"Uh... not really." Casey admitted, "That came a few years later after some 'soul searching' in between."
"Hmm." Jae noted, this time with implied judgment, "When I spent MY time 'soul searching' it came to an end with me getting admitted into the hospital with alcohol poisoning."
"I guess we DO have some stuff in common." the Dalmatian acknowledged, though he didn't bother elaborating that his particular hospital stay was for something far stronger than alcohol. "My boyfriend at the time came and visited me and pleaded me to change things... and he broke up with me at the same time."
"Wow." Jae acknowledged, keeping with her short responses before adding, "I'm sure he didn't really make that easy then."
Casey shrugged in response, watching the garage door open, "Yea... but it's what I needed. After he left I realized I had to turn my life around."
"Does he know you managed it?" she asked, stopping the car and setting the e-brake before turning to look at him.
"Yea." the Dalmatian smiled for the first time since leaving the highway, "We're on good terms... he's still my best friend."
"Only now he's dating your photographer." Jae smirked, and exited the car, leaving Casey rather surprised at what could only have been insider information.
"How did you--" he began, following after her.
"I told Eizenzahn that I wasn't going to take a new, untested artist under my wing without a little bit of background information." she responded, opening the door that led into her home and waving him in, "So... he gave me the up-to-date information, and you just helped me fill in some of the blanks."
With his thought process idling as he attempted to assimilate all of the surprises, Casey obligingly entered into Juliana Thomas' home. In any other circumstance he realized he probably should have been giddy with joy and taking as many pics with his phone as it could store so he could share them with his mom later... but at that moment, despite the hundreds of questions jumbled around in his head, only one managed to make its way to his muzzle, "How do you know Mr. Eizenzahn?"
"He helped me get my first record deal." Jae noted, as if in passing. She stepped past Casey and closed the garage door, then led him down a tiled hallway into a grandiose, sunken living room with a wrap around sofa and a television three times bigger than anything the Dalmatian had ever before recalled seeing.
"Ah..." the Dog followed her nodding, "Seems like anyone who's someone owes Mr. Eizenzahn a favor." he chuckled, albeit, a little nervously. He stepped down into the living room and watched as Jae slid the blinds closed on one of the three floor-to-ceiling windows in the room.
"Not me." she countered, "We called it even when I introduced him to his wife."
"His wife?" Casey parroted.
"She and I had worked at the same bar for awhile in Luxembourg." she responded casually, closing another one of the blinds.
"I thought Eizenzahn and his wife were from Germany." the Dalmatian noted, glancing around as he looked for a place to sit that didn't look like it would cost him a fortune to replace if he broke it.
"Mmm." she nodded, moving to the third set of blinds, "They are... but this was during the late-sixties and early seventies when a lot of young women were out exploring the world. I spent two years working odd jobs in Europe, and she was doing the same thing." she shut the blinds, "We became very good friends... she taught me German and I taught her French. After I met Eizenzahn and he got me started in music I set the two of them up and the rest is history."
"That's a LOT of history." Casey noted, then paused as Jae motioned to a chocolate colored recliner, and he took the invitation to sit.
"Well... in another thirty-something years you'll have plenty of history to go over too." she smiled, and moved right over unabashedly and sat down on the arm rest of the same chair the Dog had occupied.
"So... uh..." the Dalmatian paused, searching for topics as the woman leaned her head against the backing of the chair, giving him her undivided attention, "What WAS Mr. Eizenzahn like back then, exactly?"
Jae smiled at that, and laughed, "Not a lot different than he is now... though I'd have to say he wasn't QUITE so self-assured... ALMOST that much, but not quite." she reached a finger forward and slid it down beneath Casey's shirt, giving his two tags a light jingle, "Not all Burb Dogs wear tags..." she observed.
"Yea." he acknowledged, "I mean no..." he cleared his throat, "They're special to me." he finally managed to explain, "One is from my ex... the one I told you about."
"Oh... he was your Leasher?" she inquired.
"No... he's a Dog... but he knew I was into humans." the Dalmatian explained.
"And the other?" she popped one of the buttons open on his shirt and peered closer.
Casey swallowed before he could speak, "Oh... the Mein Hund logo... Mr. Eizenzahn thought it'd be a good touch."
"Ah yes..." Jae chuckled, "He always did have great attention to detail."
"So... uh..." he drew a claw along the arm rest of the arm chair, "What time are we supposed to go in tomorrow?"
"The pre-session starts around 10." she replied, sliding off the arm rest and into his lap, "Eager to get to work already?"
"I..." the word came out an octave too high. Despite the fact that Casey had absolutely no interest in women, his interest in assertive, commanding humans did account for something, and he was growing increasingly uncomfortable with his body's reaction to what he could only guess were her advances, "I'm... gay... you know." he reminded her.
"Mmm-hmmm." she confirmed, continuing to unbutton his shirt, "But we've also established that you're a Burb Dog... and personally I'm a little curious to see which one wins out." She shifted on his lap slightly and his toes curled when he felt the weight of her thigh press on the front of his pants; he could feel it against his thickening sheath. Her smile widened, "And I think I have my answer."
"Are... you... uh..." he fidgeted, gripping the arm rests of the chair, "seducing me?" the final words came out more as a squeak than words.
"Would you believe," Jae didn't bother answering his question as she continued unbuttoning his shirt, "that the guys in Sunrise's consider me a MILF." and she laughed, undoing the final button. She ran her hands through the fur of his belly and chest as she slid fully into his lap, and the Dalmatian's hips almost bucked reflexively, "Can you believe that?"
"I... uh... yea... I kinda can." he managed to note, clamping his teeth down as they began to chatter. He had never had a woman come on to him so strongly, or so blatantly. Aside from the incredible stroke to his ego, she seemed to know how to hit all of his Burb Dog buttons just right, and that reminded him of a saying he heard a few years back about how older women knew exactly what they wanted and exactly how to-- his mind blanked when she slid two fingers between his collar and his throat, and gave a light tug.
"Funny thing about that title... 'MILF'..." she laughed softly, "I could say it exactly the same way when referring to myself by changing the I with a Y... either way, it's still said the same." and she leaned forward, causing the recliner to slide back until Casey was practically laying down, "You know..." she whispered into his ear before nipping the end lightly with her teeth, "MYLF... Mother You'd Like to Freak."
There was something oddly erotic about the way she chose to exchange a much less vulgar word for the normal word represented by F... but even MORE erotic was the way she slid his open shirt over his shoulders then back behind him, managing to tangle his arms up in it like some kinky kind of cloth handcuffs. Casey let out a faint whine, obviously out of his depth. "I... haven't... ever..." he murmured, "done... uh... anything with a... uh... girl before."
She nibbled on his ear again as her deft fingers unbuttoned his jeans, "You'll still be able to say that after tonight too, puppy..." she bit down, making him jump in surprise, "because I'm all woman." In one smooth motion she had his jeans pulled down to his knees, having risen up herself to accommodate the maneuver. The logistics of it all boggled the Dalmatian's mind, but, then it was already too full with the events to really spend much time thinking about it, as one of her hands returned to his collar while the other encircled his sheath, which was already oozing out the tip.
"But.. uh..." he wanted to formulate an objection, but the best he could come up with was, "what about Sunrise?"
"She's too young for you to date." Jae responded with a sarcastic smirk; she obviously knew what he meant, and followed up with, "Besides... she's at school in Pennsylvania... she won't be back for five weeks." and she was out of her sweater and blouse in one single motion, a lacy black bra the only thing that retained her surprisingly firm breasts, "But, even if she WERE here..." Jae added, wriggling out of her pants, still in his lap, "you'd have to be REALLY loud... her room is on the third floor at the very end of the hall."
With more skill than Casey had ever recalled having seen (even in a porno), she had little trouble maneuvering herself around in his lap. Adjusting maintaining her hold of his collar with one hand, her other maneuvered the flesh peaking from his sheath, and, in one, smooth motion, lowered her hips to join his. Jae let out a happy sigh and Casey gripped the cloth holding his paws behind his back when he felt her flesh part around his. The older woman leaned forward to lick his nose before she pushed down more fully, and that's when he released his first moan.
The Dalmatian grit his teeth, eyes rolling back in his head as his strangely insistent member was surprisingly eager to try out the new experience; and it sprang effortlessly from his sheath into its new fleshy sleeve. Jae ground her hips down to his, her fingers still in place at his withdrawn sheath, and she took in every last inch of him... right up to his knot. With her fingers gripping the bulbous knob, she began to ungulate her hips against his groin, almost looking as if she were doing a personal belly-dance for him.
"Oh my god..." he murmured.
"Isn't really how you expected your day to go?" she inquired with a smile, eyes half-lidded as she rolled her head back, keeping a tight grip on his knot as she began to move it as much as her hips. For a moment, Casey almost compared her control of him in such a way that he was little more than a living dildo. A few seconds later, however, any thoughts other than that moment were completely struck from his mind.
Her soft insides began to spasm around his flesh, her movements stroking him in just the right and he could do nothing but ogle the ceiling as his tongue lolled out of his muzzle, and he began panting frantically. With a groan, Jae gripped his collar tighter, and she clenched her teeth, arching her back as the vocalization became a loud hiss through her teeth, "Good dog..." she moaned, "Good dog..." and she pulled hard on the collar, tightening her grip around his knot as well at the same time her opening clamped down on his shaft.
Gritting his teeth, Casey was both surprised and astounded when he came. Tongue still hanging from his muzzle, the Dalmatian simply laid back, Jae never even faltering in her movements as he loosed spurt after spurt into her eager opening. "Ohhh..." she gasped, "yea.... that's a good boy..." she murmured, leaning forward to nibble on his ear again. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Casey's ejaculations slowed, and his already slack body grew even more limp... except, perhaps, for the portion that was still parked inside his hostess.
"Mmm..." Jae announced, slowly rising up from him, "Considering the fact you play for the other team you don't do half bad with your bat."
Casey shivered, tensing up as he felt his member slip free, then collapsed back into the chair, "I think you were the one batting..." he admitted, feeling exhausted despite his lack of active participation.
"I'm a very good ball handler." she noted, gathering up her clothes, "Either way, not all of the Burb Dogs I meet are quite so compliant... especially when they're supposedly not into the ladies." she smirked, holding her clothes off to the side, obviously having no issues with body shyness.
"Uh... I'm not." Casey reiterated, "You're my first."
"Well... I have no problem being your last." she confirmed, patting him on the side of the muzzle, "I just had to be sure."
"Uh... sure of what?"
"That you have at least a LITTLE interest in the ladies." she explained, "Even if you don't." she smiled, heading for the hallway, "If they think they have a chance then they'll cling to you like a flea... and that's what you need to be the right kind of recording artist."
"So..." Casey asked, still panting, "All of that was just to--"
"No..." she laughed, heading out of sight, "THAT was for my own satisfaction... I had to know what kind of Dog I'd be mentoring... and you certainly didn't let me down."
The Dalmatian wasn't exactly sure what to think of the events that night but it wasn't about to get any easier; just as he was starting to redress his cell phone went off. Pulling it out of his pocket he almost zipped himself in his zipper out of surprise: it was his mom. The first words out of his muzzle were an homage to his favorite human, Paul, "Hey Mom! Guess what? I got to 'meat' Juliana Thomas!"