Chapter 1

Field's Pedigrees wasn't what Stella Burnside expected. The forty year old divorcee had picked the dog breeder's name out of the phone book, and she expected to find a pet shop, or at least a kennel, at the address listed in the yellow pages. Instead, she found a sparkling white, old- fashioned wood-frame house, nestled calmly in the center of a residential block, looking no different from any of the other houses. The voluptuous black-haired woman checked the envelope on which she had jotted down the address, and she reviewed the directions that the young man had given her over the phone. Then she squinted carefully at the address over the green wood door to the white house. It all checked out -- this pleasantly homey looking house must be Field's Pedigrees, even though there wasn't so much as a sign outside.

It's a wonder they do any business, the gorgeous divorced woman thought as she mounted the gray-painted steps to the front door. It occurred to her that maybe she'd better go somewhere else to buy a watchdog. But that man sounded so nice on the phone! Stella had deliberately postponed several other errands that she had to run on her day off, just because she was anxious to meet the dog breeder. He was young, she could tell by his voice, and he had sounded positively charming! The magnificently proportioned woman couldn't put off the chance to meet another handsome young man.

She pushed the buzzer beside the door, and found to her relief that there was a small bronze plaque above the doorbell, saying, "Field's Pedigrees - Please Ring". There were two other doorbell buttons, and Stella guessed that the large old house had probably been divided into apartments. But how could anyone raise dogs in an apartment?

Her silent question was met with the sudden presence of a tall, athletically proportioned man, who seemed to materialize in the doorway. He had come around from the back of the house, and Stella turned slightly to talk to him.

"Is this Field's Pedigrees?" she asked politely.

The young man's eyes were resting uncontrollably on her abnormally large firm breasts, which were insufficiently hidden by the jacket of her lime green pantsuit. It was a few embarrassing seconds before he answered, "Yes... yes, it is. I'm Matt Fields."

Stella was somewhat taken aback. You're Matt Fields? she repeated to herself. The man on the phone sounded young, but not this young! The dark-haired man who had just introduced himself couldn't be over twenty- one, if that! He was wearing a casual "Keep on Truckin'" t-shirt and a pair of cut-off jeans, and his manner suggested a man who was barely out of his teens, still retaining the boyish exuberance of his adolescence.

He smiled as he came nearer the gorgeous woman. "You must be Mrs. Burnside, the lady who called," he said. "The dogs are out back, if you'll follow me..."

Stella followed the magnificently muscular young man out to the back of the lovely old house. The huge, dirt yard was partitioned into three separate areas, each complete with a running area and individual dog- houses for the animals in that section. Matt immediately led the fantastic-looking divorcee past a pair of beautiful Samoyeds and a family of three slender elegant Afghans to the largest area of the yard which was populated by German Shepherds of all sizes and descriptions.

"You said you wanted a guard dog?" Matt asked, when they had stopped by the gate in the fence.

"That's right," Stella nodded. "Since my husband left me, my daughter and I have had to move into an apartment, and, well, we just don't feel safe, all alone there," she confided, eyeing the handsome young man sideways. God, he sure was good-looking. Stella wondered how her daughter Jacqueline would take to a gorgeous guy like Matt Fields. It just might be worth it to invite him over for dinner or something, just to give it a try.

There was definitely something wrong with Jackie, Stella reflected. She hoped sincerely that her own stormy marriage to Phil Burnside hadn't been the cause of her eighteen year old daughter's unnatural fear of men. Since the divorce a year ago, the mother had devoted all her energy to helping her daughter adjust to their new life.

It wasn't that Jackie wasn't pretty! Lord no! Jackie Burnside was voted homecoming queen of her high school class last year, only she turned it down because she was too embarrassed to wear the revealing formal that the queen traditionally wore. The lovely, blonde teenager had the greatest pair of tits since Stella herself, but for some reason -- perhaps because of Phil's constant leering and crude remarks -- Jacqueline Burnside was ashamed of her body. Even though her father had been gone thirteen months already, the pretty blonde still hadn't fully adjusted to her own maturity, and now the black-haired mother was worried.

But, God, Matt looks like such a nice man! she said to herself. I wouldn't mid going to bed with him myself! Her eyes wandered to the faded worn crotch of his cut-offs, and she could just discern the outline of his sleeping penis. It seemed to bulge unconsciously out to the right, as if there wasn't room in his pants for both his balls and his cock, and the hot-blooded older woman gasped internally. Jesus, what he must look like with a hard-on!

Matt was nodding and smiling into her face, totally unaware of the scheming thoughts of the older woman. "I can see how you would feel safer with a dog," he said. Shit, she must have guys climbing in the windows with a body like hers! But he kept his private thoughts to himself, and let her into the large pen. "Most of these are two years old," he explained, "from the best litter Roxie here ever produced. We kept them all, instead of selling them as puppies, just so we could train them... These three males... King, Kaiser, and Klamath -- are your best bet." He snapped his fingers to three perfectly marked black and tan dogs, who came running to their master on signal. Matt continued to explain just exactly what the dogs were trained to do and what they were trained not to do, as Stella Burnside looked them over scrutinizingly.

She'd had a dog as child, back in Florida, but when her family had moved first to Los Angeles and then to Sacramento, their large boxer Fred had to be left behind. Since that time, and all through her ill-fated marriage, the woman hadn't even given a thought to owning a dog, and now, she didn't know quite what the was looking for.

All three German Shepherd brothers stood wagging their tails and looking up expectantly at their visitor. Their eyes shone brightly as if they knew inside that this female human held an exciting promise for one of them, and they were silently competing for the honor. King and Klamath nudged irritably at each other's shoulders, their long pink tongues drooling with anticipation. Kaiser, slightly bigger than the other two, stood apart, quivering at an angle to his litter-mates. His deep brown eyes watched intently Stella Burnside's every move, and when he sensed that she was going to lean down and pet someone, he lurched forward to make sure he would be that one.

"Oh, my..." the black-haired woman laughed. "You're a friendly boy, aren't you! Oh, my, yes!" She looked up at Matt, who was watching proudly from the gate. "Would a dog this friendly be any good as a watch dog?"

The athletic-looking young breeder smiled indulgently. "Oh, sure... Kaiser there is just the dog I was going to recommend for you. He's super with the ladies -- trained as a bodyguard!" He looked up insinuatingly. "But he's very cautious around men. Do you have any sons or... or... well, men around?"

Stella shook her head and pressed her still youthfully smooth cheek into the German Shepherd's face. She caught the suggestive tone of the dog breeder's question, but she figured that Kaiser wouldn't object to her own private guests. Why, if she decided to buy this lovable watchdog, then she could just keep her men friends out of his way. The whole purpose of having a job was to keep unwanted males away from her and her daughter's small, relatively inexpensive apartment.

It was actually more for Jackie's sake that Stella wanted to buy the dog anyway. After the divorce, the forty year old mother had had to go back to the job she had left nineteen years earlier, when she had married Phil. It wasn't the sort of work that was suited to a woman of her age, but her voluptuously preserved figure had persuaded the manager of the "Double-X Theater" that Stella was still capable of pulling in the customers. What she did was sell tickets in the all-glass booth out in front of the movie theater, her brief costume luring men in off the streets to view the X-rated pornographic films that were shown inside. The hours were late and awkward -- 2PM to Midnight on weekdays, and 4PM until 2AM on weekends. Although she drove her 1969 Porsche, which she had won in the suit for divorce, to and from her job, Stella worried about leaving young Jacqueline alone in that apartment building. Anything could happen to the beautiful eighteen year old, and then she would be even more afraid of men than she was already!

As for herself, the concerned mother thought, just knowing that the dog was there at home would make her job that much easier. But she did hope that Kaiser's wariness of men wouldn't prevent her from having her own guests come in!

But how could she ask young Matt about that, without seeming to be some kind of dirty old lady hustler? Of course, in this particular case, she was peripherally interested in the handsome young dog breeder himself, but it wasn't always that way. The image of Stella Burnside as a cock- hustling slut was a conjecture of Phil Burnside's imagination and no one else's. It had been Phil who had imagined that all his old college buddies were after Stella's body, during the early years of their marriage. In fact, that was why, when Jackie was almost four, the Burnsides had broken ties with all their old friends, and bought a house in Carmichael, a suburb North of Sacramento.

Things had settled down for two or three years, and then Phil had begun imagining that Stella was seeing his neighbors, or fooling around with her friends' husbands. In the quiet, residential neighborhood where they lived, Stella Burnside was far and away the most gorgeous looking woman around, with her striking jet-black hair and her animated, perfectly featured face. That was not to mention the exaggerated hour-glass of her figure. Even after having Jackie, Stella had a smaller waist than a teenager, and her magnificent breasts were the whispered talk of Carmichael. She had long, shapely show-girl legs, flowing gracefully from her erotically curved hips and buttocks, and she always dressed to perfection, in clothes that showed off her assets nicely.

Any man in Phil's position as this incredible creature's husband would have been watchful, it's true. But Phil over-reacted. He took to locking Stella in the house all day while he was at work at the Board of Equalization, just to make sure that she didn't go out shopping where someone might see her and get ideas. Then, he began accusing her of sneaking around behind his back, meeting men he knew and men he merely imagined... And there was nothing the raven-haired mother could do about it!

When Jackie was twelve, and her young breasts were beginning to bud, Phil had taken an inordinate interest in his daughter's development, transferring some of his paranoia about his wife to the delicate blonde figure of his daughter. He'd drive Jackie to school, thereby missing an hour of work, and then he'd take a late lunch so he could bring her home, too. He imagined that the leering young adolescents in the junior high school where she went had only one purpose in life, and that was to get inside Jacqueline Burnside's sheer pink panties. No wonder the girl was afraid of men!

Finally, Phil had insisted that Jackie be enrolled in a girls' high school, which was where she attended tenth and eleventh grades. It was this forced near-imprisonment of her daughter three years ago that had pushed Stella herself over the edge. In all the sixteen years of her marriage up until then, she had been scrupulously faithful to her husband. She had never so much as looked at another man, even though she was ware of Phil's meandering. Once, he had even laid a sexy little secretary at an office party, while Stella was right in the next room! The black- haired beauty had gone to get a cigarette out of her purse, and as she passed the cloakroom door, she'd heard the unmistakable whisperings of her own husband, and she'd flung open the door to find him naked from the waist down, his long, thick penis sluicing in and out of the damp pink cunt of a young blonde secretary, a girl who couldn't have been must older than Jackie!

Stella had prudently refrained from making a scene at the party, and she even decided to let this one instance of Phil's infidelity pass, in the interest of preserving her family unity. But then there had been another occurrence, not two months later, when he had taken Stella and their daughter to dinner at one of the fancy restaurants downtown. The gorgeous mother and her pretty daughter had been excited by the chance to dress up, and Phil was in better spirits than he had been for some time.

Stella had even dared to hope that her husband was finally getting over this ridiculous jealousy and over-protectiveness, but as soon as they arrived at their reserved table, she had realized the reason for her husband's exuberance. Their waitress was a petite, well-built redhead, and the way she unashamedly fluttered her heavily made-up green eyelids at Phil Burnside could mean only one thing. And sure enough, after Phil had taken his wife and daughter home, he suddenly remembered that he had left his checkbook behind at the restaurant, and he drove all the way back into town to retrieve it. Stella didn't tell him that his checkbook was still in his jacket pocket when she hung it up for him after he went back to the restaurant.

But internally, that night marked the change for Stella Burnside. Jackie was miserable in the girls' school that was halfway across town, and the sensual mother could no longer pretend that her husbands' concern was just his male protective instinct. She began to go out with other men, when Jackie was sixteen, knowing that it would only be a matter of time before Phil found out. Mostly, her dates were daytime affairs, with men much younger than herself, because men who were her age were all working. A couple of times she had even made it with high school boys, all the time imagining how they would be perfect for her daughter Jackie.

It was also around then that Stella began to notice Jackie's strange reaction to men and even boys her own age. She got frequent phone calls from boys, and yet she almost never went out. Last year, when Phil had left, Stella transferred Jackie back to the public high school for her senior year, in the hopes that it would help the lovely blonde girl to adjust to the fact that she was an attractive female on the brink of womanhood who would have to learn to associate with members of the opposite sex. It was at the public high school that the beautiful daughter of Phil and Stella Burnside had been elected homecoming queen, only to turn down the honor.

When Jackie graduated from high school last June, Stella had dreams of sending her to college, where she would be able to meet scores of handsome, eligible men. But it had been too expensive for Stella to pay the fees and tuitions at the state colleges and universities, because although Phil was still liable for support payments a long as Jackie was in school, the reality of the matter was that little money came, and even it was irregular. That was when the gorgeous divorcee had moved with Jackie to a small apartment where all the utilities were paid, and that was when she herself had gone back to work.

Going back to work was what emphasized the need for some kind of protection, whether it be a man or dog. Jackie's schedule at American River Junior College, a tuition-free institution not far from the Burnsides' new apartment, was almost the exact opposite of Stella's work schedule. The young, perfectly proportioned blonde had classes from 8 in the morning until 3 in the afternoon, and often as much as five full days would go by when the mother and daughter wouldn't see each other at all!

And if Stella couldn't be around to look after Jackie, she at least wanted to have someone who could. A smart, loving German Shepherd who was trained as a watchdog and bodyguard would be the perfect companion.

The raven-haired beauty looked again into the dark intelligent eyes of the sleek two year old named Kaiser. A low grumbling vibration shook the large dog's chest, and Stella hugged his strong-muscled body close to hers, so she could feel the rumble through her ribs. Something told her that this puppy would be the one -- Kaiser was exactly the dog she and Jackie needed to have around.

She raised her eyes to the proudly watching young dog breeder. Matt was a veterinary student at Davis, the University campus near Sacramento, and he sincerely enjoyed the way his carefully-raised dogs seemed to charm their way into his customers' hearts. He'd been raising dogs for five years, since he was only sixteen, and he knew that dog breeding was exactly the right career for him.

"Yup," he said heartily. "I think Kaiser here is yours, Mrs. Burnside... I can tell he already adores you!" Not that any man alive wouldn't adore her, he thought to himself. A guy'd have to be blind or stupid to be unaware of what Stella Burnside has to offer!

Stella stood up and ran her hands down over the front of her lime green jacket, to smooth out the wrinkles. Her vivacious green eyes twinkled suggestively and she subconsciously lowered her eyelids as she slowly approached the young, t-shirt clad dog breeder. "How much will it be, Mr. Fields?" she asked, her voice a low, husky purr. "And how can I pay you?"

Matt Fields was flustered. Considering all the time and expense that it had taken to raise and train Kaiser from a puppy, his normal charge would have been $250, but something about the way the older woman was talking made him think she was making an alternate suggestion. But surely she's not... I mean... she looks too refined to be a... a... He couldn't bring himself to complete the thought, not in her striking overpowering presence. But what did she mean "How can I pay you?" if she wasn't thinking of an alternative to money? His young, finely sculpted face flushed slightly, and he felt his penis stirring in his cutoffs when he finally replied. "Kaiser is $250, ma'am... but... but..."