Red Flags

They had selected a table under the eves of the cafe, only a block from University Center. There was a certain amount of hustle and bustle, but no one could really hear them..

“But the fact is, I kinda got too many red flags from these guys,” explained Jan. “It’s pretty sketchy. They wanted me to sign a contract that obligated me for other movies as well. And some of those would have to be made outside of the country!” Anatole raised his brow.

“For legal reasons!” She paused, expecting Anatole to give some kind of affirmative signal, but he remained silent.

Finally she continued. “So I asked them what sort of legal reasons, and one of them started to answer, saying there are some things you can’t hire a girl to do in the U.S. It doesn’t matter how much you offer her, he said. Is that nuts? And he was about to give some examples but the other guy shushed him, saying we’ll have time to discuss the details later. It was very creepy. And their weird accents did not help.”

Anatole continued his uncharacteristic silence. He looked quizzically at Jan.

She shook her head. “Isn’t that a total red flag? I mean, what kind of contract is this? What would they be asking me to do, that’s not even legal in the United States?”

“That’s definitely something to think about,” nodded Anatole. “Pity though, because potentially the situation does sound very erotic.” they both laughed, nervously.

“I mean my God, Jan, whispered Anatole breathlessly, leaning across the table so he wouldn’t have to speak at full volume. “wouldn’t it be fun to be so powerless?” Jan suddenly realized what he was getting at, and she broke out in a sweat, a sudden wave of anxiety making her all but unable to respond. Anatole knew her a little too well.

“I mean Jan, whatever you do, don’t sign that contract!” He paused. “But if you did, and they did film your experience at the Kennel Klub… wouldn’t it be even more fun to do it in front of all those cameras?”

Now she was soaked, and it wasn’t just sweat dampening the seat of her yoga pants. “I mean Jan, knowing that thousands, or maybe even millions of men would see you? People would gasp! Do you think you would cum from being dog-fucked, Jan? I bet you would.” Jan looked at the floor, starting to pant, her face getting hotter with every word he spoke.

“Especially if all 12 of the dogs fucked you, one right after the other.” Jan’s nipples hardened, and Anatole wondered if she had indeed thrown away all her bras and panties as instructed, or if she had secreted away a few, just in case.

“I know how they make these movies,” he said. “They will have to dowse you in female dog pheromones. That gets all the dogs uncontrollably excited.”

“Oh my goodness,” whispered Jan.

“They might start you easy, with just one dog, maybe a Doberman. Make sure your wrists and ankle cuffs hold, so you won’t be able to wiggle out of the way. But I’ve seen a few of these movies. At a certain point, they just open all the cages.”

“What?” Jan yelped, her eyes widening.

“Is this a real, commercial kennel?” Asked Anatole.

“Yes, yes, that’s what they said. It’s the Wag Hotel. A huge kennel. They breed purebreds there too.”

“I know the place! I left Thor there once. Big place, right?”

“Huge,” said Jan.

“Okay, that means about 30 male dogs, at least. Those would be the sires, the ones that keep their balls.”

Anatole looked at her. She was shivering, but otherwise frozen solid. Her eyes were wet. She didn’t say a word, so he continued, leaning in and speaking more quietly. “Just imagine it, Jan? Imagine if all those cameras were on you.”

Then he leaned back in his chair, smiling, and his tone changed abruptly. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, Jan, I really don’t think you should do this.” He sat back down and faced her, reaching out to touch her arm, supportively.

He looked at her with his gentle, fatherly eyes. “I mean you’d have to be incredibly brave to do something like this.” He sighed. “I’m pretty sure I’d be against it.”

“Wait a minute,” started Jan, but he dismissed her objection with a wave.

“No, don’t do it. Really, don’t. I won’t allow it.”

“But…”

“Jan, you definitely don’t have the stomach for this. I’m so sorry, but you don’t. It’s okay, everybody has limits. What an amazing fantasy though, right?” She started to object, but he ignored her.

“It’s okay, I wouldn’t have the guts either! How much did they offer to pay you?

“Six grand,” said Jan, and gave him a mischievous, greedy smile.

“What! only six thousand? Euros or dollars?”

“Dollars…”

“Oh that’s not nearly enough. That’s an insult!” Anatole reached over and tapped his wallet, which was still on the table. “I’ll tell you what, if you do decide to go for it, i’ll match funds. They give you six, I’ll give you another six. That way you could pay off the rest of your student loan in one fell swoop!”

He smiled back at her, and suddenly she realized it was decided. Something still niggled her about the contract, and they seemed to have been disingenuous about the way the shoot would go, and certainly about the number of dogs! But she decided to put that out of her mind.

Anatole gave her a flirtatious little wink. Jan smiled weakly, and blushed profusely. But she winked back.