Chapter 2

'God! What a day, ' she mused. 'Sure am glad that was over with. Hopefully things'll get back to normal tomorrow.'

She packed up her weather reports in her briefcase and slung the shoulder strap over her shoulder. Then the curvaceous brunette slinked her way back to the newsroom to pick up Hector for home.

"Growf! Growf!" The large dog barked excitedly when he saw the beautiful woman coming back towards him.

Grabbing the leash from the top of the cage, Jillian unfastened the latch of his cage and he merrily came rushing out. Before she could react, Hector was on his hindlegs, his tongue happily licking her face.

"Down boy," she giggled. "Get back down on the floor so I can put this leash on."

But the dog just kept licking her, occasionally giving her a frenchkiss, his heavy body was making her shuffle back unsteadily.

"Will you get down already," Jillian tried pushing his forelegs off her shoulders so he would drop down to the floor, but he was just too strong for her. "Yes hector, I'm taking you home with me. But we can't get going until you let me tie this leash to your collar. Now, SIT!"

Jillian was startled when the large dog obediently obeyed her command.

"Oh my! You are well behaved," she said, finally latching the leash clip to the collar ring. "I'm starting to wonder if you were ever really abused. You just seem to well trained to have had a mean master."

The two made their way through the studio outside where Jillian opened the back door to her SUV and Hector jumped in without being asked. The weathergirl smiled at how well trained the dog was and got behind the wheel and started up the engine.

She turned her head around to back up, and was greeted with another sloppy lick from the huge dog.

"Now will you stop that," she laughed as his tongue found her mouth again. "How is a girl supposed to drive safely with you licking her every minute," she said, laughing again.

The drive home was a challenge. Not only did she have to contend with the infamous LA gridlock, but also the overly friendly dog that relentlessly tried lapping her face. Jillian even had to pull over once when the large Labrador leapt to the front seat and began sniffing at her crotch.

A truck driver honked his horn at seeing the large dog's head buried in the slim woman's lap as it tried to get at her pussy. Luckily, his cab was too high for him to see Jillian's face.

"STOP THAT!" She scolded the misbehaving animal. "NOW YOU GET BACK THERE AND BEHAVE YOURSELF!"

Hector slinked to the back seat and laid his head down from the severe reprimand she had just given him. From then on things went a bit smoother. But it still took her well over an hour to get to her home. By then, she was tired and frustrated.

She finally drove up the driveway of her home and parked her SUV. Stepping out of the vehicle, she then opened the back door to let her new guest out. The large dog excitedly jumped out and ran across the wide-open grassy lawn that was part of her home.

Jillian smiled momentarily at the playfulness of such a large animal. It always amazed her that no matter their ages, dogs always acted like a puppy when led to an open field. Whistling sharply to get the dog's attention, she walked up to the front door and unlocked it. The dog raced up to her, sensing that she was inviting him and he didn't relish the thought of being left out.

"Why do I put myself through that?" She said aloud. "Every damn day it's the same thing. Two hours to work and two hours back."

She kicked off her shoes and walked in her black-stockinged feet into the kitchen where she was met by her menagerie of pets. She had three cats, which she amusingly named Inny, Miny and Moe. They also had four dogs of various breeds named Clyde, Jonas, Hans and Damien. Most of them were saved from the pound, all except for Damien. Damien was a large black Doberman, he was purchased as a guard dog for the house, yet was treated as lovingly as all the others.

"Yes, yes. I know babies," she leaned down to greet her pets. "Mommies home and I'll get your food out in a minute. By the way, babies, this is Hector. He'll just be staying a few days, so play nice."

Bending her knees, she greets her cats and dogs as always, and they lap their tongues on her face lovingly. Hector just sat on his hindlegs feeling a bit left out by their loving reunion. With all the pets she has, they have to wait patiently their turn to cuddle with their mistress, but sometimes some of them would lose patience and just jump in.

Clyde was in such a state today. Clyde was another dog that Jillian had rescued on the show. He was a year-old Golden Retriever that nobody was interested in because of a mild jaw disorder, which she paid to have corrected. Now he was a happy family member to the household.

In his impatience to give his mistress his daily lap, he was running around her kneeled position trying to find an opening to jump in. Then his nose picked up a strange scent. He quickly traced it as emanating from under her skirt and decided to investigate.

Jillian had all but forgotten that she had discarded her panties back at the studio, so she almost jumped out of her skin when she felt Clyde's tongue against her naked cunt.

"Jesus! Clyde," she yelped, jumping up to her feet. "What got into you? You shouldn't do that to mommy."

Clyde just looked up, head tilted, confused as to what he might have done wrong. Jillian just looked at him and broke out laughing, realizing that he obviously didn't do that intentionally.

She walked past her German Shepherd, Hans, then proceeded to pour out their food in the various dishes laid out around the kitchen. As soon as one bowl was filled, the respective pet would dig in and crunch on their meal. Hector stood impatiently, his large tail wagging as he jealously watched the other animals getting fed.

Jillian hadn't forgotten her guest and she pulled out a large bowl that she kept around for such occasions and poured him a large helping as well. Hector ran to the offering and skidded to a halt across the slick floor, eliciting a burst of laughter from the pretty weathergirl.

"Now you get away from Hector's bowl Jonas," she laughingly scolded her greedy Beagle.

The flabby dog reluctantly abandoned that bowl to go back to his own.

Seeing that all her pets were now fed, she walked upstairs to the bedroom, unfastening her clothing as she walked. By the time she walked into the bedroom, all she had to do was take off her silk-shirt and let her skirt drop to the floor. Knowing that she was all alone in the house, she didn't even bother closing the double doors of her bedroom.

Now in only her bra and stockings, she walked into the large bathroom and started the water running in the large tub.

"Oooh, a refreshing bubblebath is going to feel nice after a day like today," she purred, feeling the water run through her fingers as she tested the temperature.

Once she was satisfied that the bath wouldn't be too hot, she went back to her bedroom and removed the last vestige of clothing off her body. Then she stood in front of the full- length mirror and cupped her tits, pinching her nipples.

"Mmmmh!" She murmured to herself, cupping her naked breast in her hands. "I do love the way I look," she said with a smile.

She then ran her hands down her slim body to her shaved pussy, which her friend Pamela Anderson convinced her to do a few years back. Since then, both of them would get together every month to shave each other, among other things.

Just then, the phone rang. She quickly picked up.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Hey, Jilly," a sexy voice sounded on the phone. "It's me, Pam. What you got planned tonight?"

Jillian recognized her celebrity friend, Pamela Anderson, immediately. They had met years ago when Pam was still on {Home Improvement} with Tim Allen. They quickly became friends and had remained so ever since.

As she spoke on the phone, she ran her fingers across the protruding clit of her labia and smiled. She quickly recalled all the times they had shared together, but in leisure and in lovemaking.