Electricity for the Road

With a shrug, you add a shock collar and fencing to your items and head to the front. After the man rings up your things, he gives you the total at a few hundred dollars, which feels like highway robbery. As you debate what to do, a tall, hot girl walks in wearing a black miniskirt and a red crop top.

Without meaning to, you find yourself ogling her generous cleavage. She flips her blonde hair over a shoulder and glares at you menacingly, then turns to the shop owner and says, "Hey dad, my last university class finished early. Mind if I hang out in the back?"

"Of course not, sweetheart," the man replies.

You can practically see the eye roll of the girl, though she tries to hide it. Before she can go, you turn to the man and say, "Look, I don't think the price of this is very fair. Would you rather give it all to me for free and come to install the fencing for me right now, or have me pay for it all but send your daughter to do the fencing?"

He freezes, eyes wide, and stammers out, "W-well, um, u-usually that service costs extra w-with a p-p-provider. Um, I'm uncomfortable sending my daughter, but I'm behind on r-rent, so just p=please be nice with her."

"You can count on me," you say with a smile, wondering how the idiot could possibly think you had good intentions after parading a literal sex **** around his establishment, naked. Not that you cared in the slightest.

The man calls out, "Amanda, can you come out here!" After a few seconds, Amanda walks out, her toned legs swaying up to you. Once she's within earshot, the man explains the situation to her. She seems to grow furious, but there's nothing she can do, so she ultimately just walks out to your car in a huff while you gather your new items.

Once you have everything set, you head back to the car, wondering what to do next. Behind you, the owner of the pet shop turns his TV back on and watches the news with sick fascination.

When you get to the car, Amanda and Taylor are milling outside of it, talking. Despite seeming to get along with Amanda, Taylor is still clearly feeling embarrassed and her thighs are wet with her own arousal. Apparently your ownership of a sex **** doesn't phase Amanda in the slightest. Or maybe it does and she's just playing it cool, it's hard to tell.

After throwing the kennel in the trunk, you get in the car, keeping the collars with you in a bag. and Taylor sits beside you in the passenger seat while Amanda takes the back. She immediately pulls out her phone, ignoring you until its time for the job. That's fine by you though, especially since you have a question for Taylor.

You turn to the naked girl and cup one of her still-heaving tits gently in one hand, feeling the weight of it. After letting it fall, you say, "Since you're my becoming my **** dog, would you rather make frequent, soft dog sounds like gently woofing, or make loud dog sounds like barking but only make those sounds when you're emotional or aroused or scared."

After a moment, Taylor responds, "I don't want to be constantly making dog noises, so I'll go for the barking."

"Great! Close your eyes for me."

"Okay..." Taylor closes her eyes, breathing heavily. Keeping your eyes on hers to make sure she doesn't look, you rummage around in your bag and grab the shock collar. With a quick motion you wrap it around Taylor's neck and tighten it while her eyes snap open.

Before she can even recognize what it is, you've turned it on at its lowest setting. Quickly, you say, "Would you rather be unable to turn or take that collar off without my permission, or fuck Amanda whether she wants it or not?"

"What the fuck!" Amanda sits up in the back furious.

Gritting her teeth, Taylor looks at Amanda, and then her collar. Finally, she says, "Former."

A shock tears across her neck, and she tenses her neck and face, biting her lip. You see her breasts heave, and almost unbelievably her pussy seems to get even wetter even as her legs twitch. Eventually, the shock and its effects die down.

Taylor paws at the collar ineffectually, then slumps in her seat. All that posture really does is emphasize her bust even more since her arms are pushing up her generous tits.

From behind you, a kick resonates through your chair, and Amanda says, "Hey, creep, what was up with that shit?"

"What do you mean?"

Amanda says, "Taylor's your sex ****, which is immoral as fuck, but at least leave me out of your goddamn sex games."

Grinning, you rub one hand on Taylor's twitching thigh while driving with the other hand. You reply, "Oh, I totally get it. Although I do have one question: would you rather masturbate in the backseat or go topless for the day?"