Chapter 4

At twelve forty-five, Stella Burnside quietly let herself into the apartment she shared with her daughter, but she was totally unprepared for what she saw in the living room. She noticed at once that all the lights were on, and the quiet conversational tones of a late-night talk show were audible coming from the television set. At first, Stella thought that perhaps Jackie was just up watching TV, but one glance into the living room told her otherwise.

Her beautiful, innocent blonde daughter was stretched out nakedly on the crumpled satin sheets of her single bed, her sleeping face settled peacefully in a calm, satisfied expression. Beside her, his huge, hairy head resting on the soft mounds of the girl's buttocks, lay Kaiser; the strapping German Shepherd guard dog!

As soon as he heard Stella's light footsteps, the big loving dog raised his head suspiciously, but recognizing the scent and rhythm of his older mistress's step he settled back down into his fleshy pillow. His nostrils flared unconsciously with the renewed wafts of Jackie's musky sweet sex-smell, and he shifted slightly on the day-bed.

"Mmmmph... Kaiser, what -- ?" the girl mumbled, opening her eyes to the dog's subtle stirrings. And then she heard her mother. "Oh, no!" she shrieked aloud, her hand flying up to her mouth as she sat up instantly.

"Are you awake, dear?" Stella asked pointlessly, from the doorway to the living room. "How was your evening?"

"Mother!" was all the distraught young girl could say. She sat up hurriedly, pulling the pink satin quilt up to inadequately cover her nakedness, and Kaiser acquiescingly leaped down off the bed to go and nuzzle Stella's nylon-stocking-clad leg.

"Yes, Jackie... I didn't expect to find you up..." the raven-haired woman replied. Her mature, feminine imagination was mulling amusedly over the possibilities of the awkward situation her lovely teenaged daughter was in. When she had first bought the dog, Stella remembered, she had noticed Kaiser's peculiar fascination with human females, and she even recalled having been suspicious that he might try to do something with Jackie. She had discarded the titillating idea then, of course, but now...

I wonder... I just wonder, Stella thought, hiding a smile. Jackie was naked, there was no question about that. And Kaiser had been lying across her bare, firmly rounded ass-cheeks, with a satisfied expression on his dog-face. The bedclothes were rumpled, and the air was heady, as if... as if something was going on in here! Look at the way Jackie's clothes are strewn all over the floor! It was totally unlike anything Stella's prim and proper daughter had ever done before.

The black-haired woman looked inquiringly into her blonde daughter's embarrassed face. She said nothing, and it was Jackie who finally spoke.

"I... I guess I fell asleep watching TV, Mother," she explained illogically, "Kaiser was just... just resting with me, I guess... Oh, Mother, I don't know what to say!"

"You don't have to say anything, dear," the older woman said kindly. "In fact, I'm actually pleased..." She didn't say or hint what she was pleased about, or even whether she knew what Jackie had done a few hours ago, but she sat down on the girl's bed, a speculative expression on her sly, almost conniving features. "You see, I had something planned for tomorrow, and I was wondering..." The mother paused and looked around the strewn little living room. "If you would be able to help me..."

Jackie looked suspiciously into her mother's deliberately blank face. Self-consciously, she wrapped her shiny pink quilt around her naked young body, sitting up straight to hear what Stella had to say. "Help you?" she inquired finally. "How, Mother?"

"Well, do you remember what I told you about paying for Kaiser on time -- once a week?" The blonde girl nodded. "The first payment is tomorrow, but I'll be at work. So, could you cash my paycheck for me at the bank, and then pay Matt when he comes over?"