Part 4

Over the next few weeks things went pretty much the same. On most days Margaret would clean cages, feed the animals, and walk the dogs. And once a week she would be washing them. And every Saturday she would have to come in for a few hours to clean out the cages, fill their bowls with food, and walk the dogs.

She shared this weekend duty with Dr. Stevens, who would come in on Sundays to do the same, as Chantale never dealt directly with any of the animals anymore.

The blonde teen quickly got into a routine where everything seemed to go smoothly now. And she no longer felt as uncomfortable when facing the penises of the animals either.

She and Chantale would have lunch together and got to know each other better. Maggie liked the older girl, though not in the same way that Chantale was eyeing her.

On her third week on the job Damsel and Diablo needed to be mated once again, but this time Maggie hung around next to Dr. Stevens and watched as the dog’s cock humped furiously into the bitch.

Dr. Stevens had a twinge of disappointment at having her there for he couldn’t relieve himself as he normally would. But this didn’t prevent his prick from twitching visibly under his lab coat, something that the young teen noticed from the corner of her eye.

‘Gee, is Dr. Stevens getting a woody over this?’ Maggie asked herself. ‘Poor Robert, he must be so hard up if seeing dogs do it gets him turned on.’

But while she was watching the humping animals, she neglected to notice that her own pussy was pulsating with excitement also. Though not as pronounced as it had been on her first day on the job, a camel-toe was beginning to show at her crotch nonetheless.

Then she noticed the thick ball at the base of Diablo’s prick, the same that she had first seen while washing him and the other dogs.

“Robert, what’s wrong with Diablo?” She asked.

“What do you mean, Maggie?” He sounded confused by her question.

“Well, it looks like he sprained his ... you know, his thing,” she said, pointing at the dog’s bulge.

“Oh, that,” he laughed at the girl’s ignorance of canine anatomy. “No, honey, that’s perfectly normal for dogs.”

“It is?” She sounded surprised. “What is it?”

“That, my dear, is called a knot,” Dr. Stevens explained, forgetting the girl’s age. “You see, female dogs can’t hold their sperm in like a woman can, so the male has this knot that ... well, it acts like a plug to keep his sperm inside the bitch. This increases the odds of pregnancy.”

“Oh,” Maggie said.

“You sound doubtful,” Robert grinned.

“No, well, maybe a little,” she replied. “But doesn’t something that ... big hurt the female?”

“Not at all,” the doctor smiled. “A female’s vagina is quite resilient. You have to remember that babies come out of that same opening, and that is a much tighter a fit. Why even your vagina is just as resilient as a dog’s.”

Margaret couldn’t help but blush at his commenting on her pussy so openly.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to embarrass you like that,” Robert said sheepishly when he realized his blunder.

“No, it’s all right,” she assured him. “I guess you’re right though, about vaginas and babies I mean. I can now see that his ... knot isn’t hurting Damsel.”

Dr. Stevens looked at his watch and sighed.

“It’s 11:30,” he said. “Why don’t you and Chantale go off to lunch and I’ll keep an eye on these two. Diablo should be done soon.”

“Okay,” Maggie said and turned toward the door. “See you in a bit.”

She then joined Chantale at the front desk to let her know that she was ready for lunch. Chantale quickly noticed that young Maggie had a camel-toe in her jeans. She smiled at that and looked up at the pretty blonde teen.

“My place is close by,” she said. “Why don’t we go there and I’ll fix us something.”

“Oh, okay,” Maggie agreed.

The two girls walked out of the clinic and walked a few blocks to Chantale’s apartment.

Chantale had a nice place. It was just a bachelor pad really, but it served her purposes.

As they walked in she invited Margaret to sit on the sofa and plumped down next to the 16-year-old. She then looked into the teen’s blue eyes and stared at her for a moment.

“Err, Maggie,” she said. “I didn’t want to mention this before, not in public anyway.”

“Mention what?” Maggie asked.

“Well, I can see you pussylips through your jeans again, honey,” Chantale commented bluntly.

“Wh ... oh, I’m so embarrassed,” Maggie blushed as she looked down at her crotch area.

“It’s all right, sweetie,” Chantale took the teen’s hand in her own, patting them. “That’s why I wanted to bring you over to my place. I think you should take a cold shower to cool yourself down a bit before we go back to the clinic.”

“Oh, thank you, Chantale,” the blonde teen gushed. “I really appreciate this. I don’t think I could face Dr. Stevens like ... this.”

“It’s just around the corner,” the 26-year-old girl said, pointing down the hall. “Just take your clothes off out here first. Sorry, it’s kind of a small shower room.”

Margaret hesitated for a moment, but then decided that this wasn’t much different than getting naked at gym in school with her girlfriends. So, getting up from the sofa, the young teen proceeded to strip off her clothing in front of the self-proclaimed lesbian, though she had no idea of Chantale’s preference for women.

Chantale just sat and watched hungrily as the well-toned blonde teenager got naked before her very eyes. This is what she had really been hoping for when she invited young Margaret Kendall to her apartment.

The 26-year-old receptionist couldn’t help but admire the upthrust of her young tits, nor could she ignore the appearance of her puffy pussylips which had given her the idea to invite the young teen over in the first place.

The receptionist could see how a camel-toe could make such an impression even through Maggie’s jeans. She had to lick her lips to cover her anticipation of seducing this young beauty.

In a matter of a minute Margaret found herself standing completely naked before the older girl. Of course she still felt a little self-conscious which is why she tried covering her privates with an arm across her chest, while she tucked a hand over her bare pussy.

“No need to be shy around me, sweetie,” Chantale tried comforting the girl. “We’re all girls here. Would it make you feel better if I got naked, too?”

Margaret’s eyebrow rose in surprise at the offer.

‘This is it,’ Chantale told herself. ‘The hail-Mary pass! All she has to say is yes and I’m on my way.’

“Su ... sure, I guess that would be okay,” Maggie said shyly, not knowing what else to say to such a blunt suggestion.

As soon as she heard the teen agree Chantale got to her feet and began taking off her clothing as well. In a flash that Maggie didn’t even see, the dark-skinned 26-year-old receptionist was standing next to her, just as naked as she was.

Chantale had moved closer to the blonde teen intentionally so that the poor girl couldn’t miss the sight of her stiff nippled tits, just inches from Maggie’s face.

“Yo ... you look nice,” Maggie finally said, not knowing what else to say in such a situation.

“So do you,” Chantale smiled back. “Ready for your shower now?”

“I ... I guess,” Maggie said as she turned toward the hall.

Chantale followed the nervous 16-year-old as she admired the sway of her young ass, and the budding curves of the teenager’s body.

Just as Maggie got to a doorway Chantale reached up and placed a hand high up along the teen’s side, copping a feel of one of the girl’s firm tit.

The naïve 16-year-old took a deep breath at that unexpected contact. She had been felt up by boys before, but never by a girl, even in the gym shower where they were tightly packed in the communal shower.

“The shower’s this way,” Chantale said, acting as if her touch was unintentional.

Maggie allowed herself to be led inside and was surprised at how large the washroom was.

“I ... I though you said it was small?” Maggie said as she turned to face the older girl.

“It is,” Chantale smiled. “For two.”

“F ... for two?” The teen began to feel nervous.