In the park, bent over the back seat.

You look at Jules carefully and she looks rather pleased with herself.

"Ok. What the heck is dogging?," you ask, not sure that you want the answer.

"Well about 20 years back, folks in the UK started posting on the internet about catching people having sex in parks while walking their dogs and occasionally included pictures if they had a camera with them. It didn't take long for some folks to claim they'd joined in on the sex, with badly doctored pictures to 'prove' it. Of course, it caught the imagination of many perverted men and women who made it a real thing."

You shake your head. The blonde smiles at you and continues.

"About two years ago, my husband and I heard of a patch of land outside town the police had raided a few times because this was happening there. So we found it in the county deed books, bought it, fenced it in, and closed it up. We also started making occasional donations to the Police Benevolent Fund. At about the same time, they'd kinda forgotten the place exists. My husband likes the idea of public sex so anytime we decided to give it a go, we opened the gates, and people 'found' it easy enough. Over the past couple of years, interested folks discovered we own it and would occasionally pay rent to open it up for them over the weekend."

You tilt your head to the side trying to put the best confused look you can on your face.

"And it's all strangers? No one knows each other? They all risk STDs and stuff over the thrill of it?," you sound astonished. "I just don't get it."

Jules laughed, "I'm a little disappointed to be honest, Simone. I thought all of us girls playing escort were freaks. You are beginning to strike me as a normie."

You'd never heard of the term before and had no intention of admitting that sex with strangers is a pretty hot fantasy in your mind if the guys wear condoms. It brings back memories of a frat party a few months back. Bareback with guys you know are clean is also really hot. Ending a sweaty screw with a cute guy unloading inside you is about the biggest turn on there is. That's what the Pill was invented for, at least in your mind. Strangers bareback make you pretty nervous though, STDs are a real thing after all but still kinda turns you on a tad. The risk and danger perhaps? Maybe Jules isn't the only freak in the car?

"If normie means I'm not a raving weirdo you might be right, Jules. I'm not a prude, I've gotten wild at parties before but this really is just a job to me. It helps that I can pick and choose only the stuff I'm willing to do. This all reminds me, what happened to your husband? If he likes public stuff, I'm surprised he didn't tag along."

"I've read your contract, Simone. You are definitely picky for sure. As for my husband, someone has to keep an eye on the surveillance cameras here in case something goes wrong. Besides, I don't want him to fixate on you too much. He's from Ireland and has a fondness for cute little redheads."

At that moment the car stopped and the girls heard a knock on the glass. You both turn to the front and see Charles looking back. Jules hits a button on the armrest.

"Yes, Charles?"

"This is where the GPS leads me. It looks like a wooded area with a locked gate."

The blonde pulled her smartphone out and hit a few buttons. In the glare of the headlights, all three of you see the gate swing open.

"Make sure you stop about 10 feet inside so I make sure it closes, Charles. I want to check the place out really quick before we let Red's new friends in for business," she smiles at you as Charles pulls the car in a bit and uses the app to close the gate behind you.

"Drive forward about 500 feet, Charles. There should be a small paved parking lot with two overhead street lights hanging over top of it. I'll cut them on when we get there. The lights will get attention for a ways and will usually bring us guests within 30-60 minutes. I just want to explain things really quick and then we can get Red here ready."

You pull the phone out and play your Sims game until the car stops. You take care not to look up until the blonde cuts the overhead lights on. The countdown has begun until your 'new friends' arrive, you figure.

"We're here," Jules says as she opens her door and climbs out. You can hear the driver's door open too, so you decide you'd best join them. You slide your phone in your bag and climb out.

You look around and see you are standing on an asphalt slab that's about 10' by 10' with two overhead parking lights shining down from the north and south ends of the lot. There is also a picnic table sitting in the center of the area. The wooden table is painted red and has two big metal rings sticking out the top.

"Welcome to the park as we like to call it," Jules says with a bow.

"So. How do people know to come?," you ask. "This place is pretty much in the middle of nowhere."

"A fellow named Umberto owns a farm nearby. He'll put the word out in the community and also show up himself. We send him a small salary each month to do it. Often the guys that show will be members of the underground Latino labor market here, he's respected enough to keep the guys from acting up. . . well acting up in ways we don't want," the blonde says with a wink.

"So a bunch of illegals are going to run a train on her ass?," Beckett laughs.

"No," Jules replies. "I'll make sure Umberto tells them her ass is off-limits. I don't want her having an excuse to end it early after all."

You look over at her.

"So what do I do now?"

"Well, we have choices. See the two rings on top of the table? That's for subs that are into being tied up. Cuff both your wrists there and have you kneel on the bench or stand by it," she points to a small grassy plot off the east end of the lot. "If I keep you in or on the car, we park over there. Have a preference?"

You shake your head.

"So long as they follow the rules, it's your choice. I just cash the checks."

She has Beckett pull the car over to the patch of grass in the east and park it perpendicular to the asphalt a few feet in. Then opens both passenger back doors and lays a blanket and a pillow on the ground in front of the door facing the parking area.

"I think we'll have you kneel on the pillow with your tummy on the seat. Maybe we'll move you later but that seems a good place to start. Take your thong and jacket off and hand them over."

You shrug, sit in the car seat, and slide the thong off. Then you take the jacket off and hand them both over. Jules tosses the jacket upfront and then puts the thong on the tabletop. She pulls her phone out, hits a few buttons, and walks back to the car.

"Ok, Red. On your knees."

You kneel on the pillow and lay your upper body on the seat. Jules reaches down, grabs your hands, and cuffs them behind your back. You can feel some soft, fuzzy material on the inside of the handcuffs.

"What's that for? I'm not going to run away!"

Jules smiles, "I think it's sexier. Besides, you looked like you enjoyed it in the video."

Beckett walks by and grabs both your asscheeks for a second.

"Good idea for tomorrow night maybe!," he says as he lets you go and climbs in the front of the car. You hear the door lock.

"And what will you be doing?," you ask the blonde.

"First I'll meet Umberto at the table and explain the rules. Then I'll let him keep the boys in line. I'll probably just kneel on the other side so I can lean over the seat and talk to you. I'm going to love your expressions and moans during the fucking. Who knows? Turn me on enough and maybe I'll get off tonight too."

She leans down and you feel her lips brush your ears on the way to kissing your cheek. Then you hear her walking across the asphalt to wait for the boys you guess.