Ralph is very inquisitive about Samantha's dog.

“Ohhhh, yeah I’m not so good with breeds,” Samantha stumbled over her words, “Uhhh… she’s got red hair on her… head. Her body’s pretty... nake- errr… hairless.”

Samantha cringed out a nervous smile. She seemed to look to Mackenzie for help, but her “dog” couldn’t exactly speak up for itself.

It’s like she’s trying to drop the ball! thought Mackenzie, just tell him to go away!!

“Red hair but mostly hairless… Hmm, never heard of that. So you shaved her for the summer or something?” said Ralph wiping some sweat from his brow, then reaching back between the dumpster and the wall for something.

“Yeah, she’s pretty well trimmed...” said Samantha, dragging her eyes down to the tuft of a red landing strip between Mackenzie’s squatted and slightly parted thighs.

Mackenzie quietly yelped and puffed out her rosy cheeks. She brought her knees together. Her tied hands flew from her chest to clamp over her crotch. Mackenzie glared at her teasing girlfriend.

“So what is it, like, Bring Your Bitch Into Work- sorry, excuse my potty mouth, bad habit- Bring Your Dog Into Work Day?” he asked still muffled as he grunted and moved something behind the dumpster.

“Something like that,” said Samantha, pulling on the leash like she wanted her “dog” to leave her very crucial hiding spot.

Mackenzie resisted, staying put behind her metal cylindrical sanctuary. She glared at her “owner”, using her eyes to demand Samantha stop. I know you have to act the part, but are you trying to walk me out in front of this guy!? thought Mackenzie.

She wished she could use her words, but dogs don’t usually talk, and both ladies had to keep this charade going if they were going to get out of this situation with Mackenzie’s nude state unrevealed.

Another complication is that with each of Samantha’s tugs came a rush of arousal for Mackenzie. She steeled herself and tried to focus on anything but her achingly hard nipples and the fluid dripping through her fingers and down her thighs. This submissive streak she seemed to be developing, hopefully had nothing to do with her constant public nudity and everything to do with the accidentally kinky antics her and her new sexy girlfriend were getting up to. It would certainly take some investigating to understand. Investigating that can be done in private! thought Mackenzie.

Splssssssssshhhhh.

Ralph sprayed a hose, washing his mess away from the building into a drainage grate at the edge of the parking lot. He stood nearby the dumpster with the hose winding back between it and the wall.

Not as near to the dumpster as Mackenzie would like, though. He stood between the dumpster and the cans, exactly in front of the closed side door. He was about arm’s length away from the trash cans that Mackenzie was hiding behind.

The naked redhead waddled closer to the cans and by extension, closer to her potential spotter.

She squatted as low and as close as possible to the trash without actually touching it. Her stealth relied on her close proximity to the garbage, but she wasn’t ready to just sit on the asphalt or hug the cans when they looked so unsanitary.

Not that she could hug them if she wanted to. Mackenzie tried pulling her hands apart, but her tiny strip of a towel was still stuck tight.

Samantha took a big step back as a puddle washed towards her sneakers. She extended her arm forward holding the leash, but this movement still pulled Mackenzie's hands towards her a couple feet.

Mackenzie swiveled around on the balls of her feet. She now squatted with her back to Ralph and the trash cans, arms extended at full length. From his close angle, he might be able to see her hands!

Mackenzie instinctually yanked her hands back to her chest. They were visible for only a couple seconds, but she hoped he was looking the other way at the time. His hose was spraying in the other direction, after all.

Both women had their arms extended before this sudden jerk, so when Mackenzie pulled, Samantha stepped forward into the puddle with a loud splash, half soaking her sneakers.

Mackenzie's quick switch from covering her crotch to covering her chest transferred some moisture. Her fingers were positively soaked, and now her cleavage had a sheen being rubbed into it. Mackenzie shook her head and tried to drive this from her mind, craning her neck around to peek at Ralph through the crack between the trash cans.

Ralph looked to Samantha and smiled. He asked, “Energetic girl, huh? In this heat you think she wants a little playtime?” He gestured the hose toward the ladies.

The frustrated Samantha stepped out of the puddle, and blushing while looking between Mackenzie’s spread squatted thighs. She answered. “No… no, she’s already wet enough. Errr…I mean...” Samantha licked her lips.

Mackenzie smacked her hands back between her legs. Her face turned crimson. She frantically mouthed “shut up”, yanked on the leash, and craned her neck around to see.

“…we've had our fun. We're heading into the spa after this, so no thanks.” continued Samantha.

Ralph shrugged and walked back to turn off his hose while talking. “Y’know I got a cousin who’s a professional dog walker, she always says it’s about control and lettin’ ‘em know you’re the boss.” he said while turning the spigot off behind the dumpster.

Control? Boss? thought Mackenzie. Her eyes went from her bound hands, up the tiny towel strip, all the way up to Samantha looming over her crouched figure. A gust of wind blew past, tickling the hard nubs sticking out from her mashed together boobs. She shivered, imperceptibly rubbing her hands against her very sensitive hidden treasure. Mackenzie bit her lip and suppressed a groan of pleasure.

“So hairless, huh? You mean like a naked mole rat or something?” Ralph said as he stood up and took two steps toward Samantha, giraffing his neck to try and look around the trash cans.

He’s gonna see me! He’s gonna see me! He’s gonna see me! He’s gonna see me! He’s gonna see me! thought Mackenzie, quickly looking to Samantha for help, who herself looked like a deer in the headlights.

“Ohhhh, yeah I’m not so good with breeds,” Samantha stumbled over her words, “Uhhh… she’s got red hair on her… head. Her body’s pretty... nake- errr… hairless.”

Samantha cringed out a nervous smile. She looked to Mackenzie for help, but her “dog” couldn’t exactly speak up for itself.

I’veforgotteneverythingaboutdogs. I’veforgotteneverythingaboutdogs. Red hair but hairless?? What am I doing? Why didn't I just say retriever or terrier or chihuahua or anything! thought Samantha.

“Red hair but mostly hairless… Hmm, never heard of that. So you shaved her for the summer or something?” said Ralph wiping some sweat from his brow, then reaching back between the dumpster and the wall for something.

“Yeah, she’s pretty well trimmed...” said Samantha, dragging her eyes down to the tuft of a red landing strip between Mackenzie’s squatted and slightly parted thighs.

Mackenzie quietly yelped and puffed out her rosy cheeks. She brought her knees together. Her tied hands flew from her chest to clamp over her crotch. Mackenzie glared at her teasing girlfriend.

“So what is it, like, Bring Your Bitch Into Work- sorry, excuse my potty mouth, bad habit- Bring Your Dog Into Work Day?” Ralph asked still muffled as he grunted and moved something behind the dumpster.

“Something like that,” said Samantha, pulling on the leash to try and signal Mackenzie to zip by him while he’s looking the other way.

Mackenzie resisted, staying put behind her trash cans. She glared at Samantha. Alright, alright, you want to stay out here a little longer, I get it, thought Samantha.

Samantha wished she could explain to her “dog” that they should just get out of here because it’ll be hard to explain to Ralph why his boss’s “dog” is very much a human getting up to something very naughty in the parking lot!

Samantha tugged a few more times, but Mackenzie was hellbent on sitting tight out in broad daylight. As she pulled, Mackenzie kept her hands anchored over her crotch. This meant Samantha was jostling her whole body, with Mackenzie taking squatted babysteps back into place. Her chest subtly swayed with her arms pushing together and framing them and her nipples were oh so erect. Samantha momentarily forgot what she was worried about as she tugged a few more times and enjoyed the show.

Splssssssssshhhhh.

Ralph sprayed a hose, washing his mess away from the building into a drainage grate at the edge of the parking lot. He stood nearby the dumpster with the hose winding back between it and the wall.

A little too close for comfort for Samantha. He was only an arm’s length away from the trash cans Mackenzie was hiding behind.

Mackenzie waddled closer to the cans. Samantha wondered why she would streak in front of that tour bus earlier and ask her to give the traffic a better view of her, but fight so hard to hide from just this one guy. Samantha was thankful for that at the moment, as she hadn’t yet come up with an excuse, but made a mental note to get to the bottom of this later. I’ve got to start taking notes or something, thought Samantha.

Ralph’s spraying spread a puddle across the parking lot. As it washed toward Samantha, she instinctively took a big step back and extended her arm forward, trying to not pull the leash too hard now that Ralph was looking.

This movement pulled Mackenzie’s wrists toward Samantha a couple feet, causing Mackenzie to swivel around in place to face backwards. Both of their arms were extended fully.

A couple seconds later and Mackenzie gave Samantha a taste of her own medicine. She yanked back on the leash, taking Samantha by surprise and having her step into the puddle with a loud splash. Her half-soaked sneakers squelched as she quickly hopped sideways onto dry land, close to the wall. Oh, I'm so getting her back for that, later! thought Samantha.

Ralph looked to Samantha and smiled. He asked, “Energetic girl, huh? In this heat you think she wants a little playtime?” He gestured the hose toward the ladies.

Samantha was a little miffed that Mackenzie got her shoes wet. Uncomfortable and frustrated, Samantha got an idea for a little teasing.

Samantha looked down between Mackenzie’s slightly spread thighs. Samantha blushed at what she was about to say. “No… no, she’s already wet enough. Errr…I mean...” Samantha licked her lips. Okay, maybe I laid it on too thick there, thought Samantha.

Mackenzie smacked her hands between her legs. The embarrassed redhead’s face turned crimson. She mouthed “shut up” over and over, yanked on the leash, and looked around.

I guess I’ll let her off the hook. Not for the wet socks though!

“…we've had our fun. We're heading into the spa after this, so no thanks.” continued Samantha.

Ralph shrugged and walked back to turn off his hose while talking. “Y’know I got a cousin who’s a professional dog walker, she always says it’s about control and lettin’ ‘em know you’re the boss.” he said while turning the spigot off behind the dumpster.

I’m the boss, thought Samantha. Her eyes went from the tiny towel strip in her hands, along the length of it, to Mackenzie’s hands on her crotch, up past her mashed together boobs with her hard nipples, to Mackenzie biting her lip. She towered over her new girlfriend, and while this was all Mack’s idea, Samantha was largely in charge of where things were heading and where things have gone today.

Samantha didn’t know much about power dynamics like this or if this was part of Mackenzie’s public nudity fixation or if this was another beast entirely, but there was one thing Samantha did know. Exploring it with Mackenzie was going to be fun.

“So hairless, huh? You mean like a naked mole rat or something?” Ralph said as he stood up and took two steps toward Samantha, giraffing his neck to try and look around the trash cans.

He’s gonna see her! He’s gonna see her! He’s gonna see her! thought Samantha, quickly looking to Mackenzie for help, who herself looked like a deer in the headlights.