‘This is Tino.’ Anne placed a hand under the man’s chin and lifted his head so Stella could see his lovely stubbled face, blushing as though she had just caught him masturbating behind the sofa.
He offered half a shy smile then quickly lowered his head again, dark eyes disappearing behind a fringe of unruly auburn hair.
‘Tino’s uncomfortable around new people.’ Anne dropped the blue rucksack she’d been carrying by the door, and the two followed Stella into the lounge. ‘Don’t worry. He’ll get used to you.’
The way-too-freely offered stories of Anne O’Kelly’s love life had provided Stella with endless entertainment since the two had met when Stella started working for Strigida. In spite of their total lack of anything in common, the two had become fast friends. It was times like this when Stella wondered why that was. No doubt this Tino character was one of Anne’s nutters, ready to provide kinky sex for the weekend in Bath. Even Stella had to admit, a whole lot of neurotic could be overlooked in exchange for a hot weekend with someone that tall, and that hot.
Stella knew Anne had planned to drop in this evening on her way to Bath, but she hadn’t expected her quite so late, nor had she expected her to bring a friend. She said she had a surprise for her, a little token from Strigida for a job well done. Stella figured it was probably a gift voucher or maybe theatre tickets, which she would never find time to use. She’d given away mountains of them in her previous job to less deserving fellow employees simply because there was never time. A few extra quid in her paycheque would have been a lot more appreciated, though she never had time to spend that either.
In the lounge, Anne made herself comfy in the leather recliner then turned her attention to Tino. ‘Sit,’ she commanded.
The man dropped onto the floor next to her, and she ran her hand absently over his dark hair, caressing the back of his neck.
Still wondering what was going on, Stella sat down across from the two. She couldn’t help noticing, as Tino shifted to rest his head on Anne’s knee, that he was sporting an impressive erection beneath thin summer trousers.
She quickly averted her eyes, but not before her pussy got the message and warmed to the thought. These days Stella didn’t see too many hard cocks.
Anne chuckled softly and rearranged herself in the chair so Tino could nestle against her leg. ‘He’s always got a hard-on, and he loves to show it off.’ Then she added nonchalantly, ‘How about a G&T? I’m gasping.’
Stella clamoured to her feet, trying to keep her eyes on Tino’s face. ‘And what about you? What would you like?’
The man only buried his head against Anne’s leg like a shy child.
‘Tino doesn’t drink, and he’s already been fed.’
‘Already been fed?’
Anne disengaged Tino’s arms from around her leg and stood. ‘Stay here, Tino, mistresses need to talk.’
‘Mistresses? What the fuck’s going on?’
‘Shshsh!’ Anne grabbed Stella’s arm and hustled her off to the kitchen. ‘He’s very sensitive to other people’s emotions. He’s nervous enough just being in a strange place.’ She helped herself to a glass and found the gin. ‘Remember I told you my therapist said that with my relationship issues, before I got involved with a man, I should start with a plant?’
Stella nodded, ‘And if you didn’t kill the plant, work your way up to a goldfish then maybe a cat or dog. Yeah, I remember. So?’
Anne plopped an ice cube in her glass. ‘What if I don’t like goldfish? And maybe I’m allergic to cats and I’m afraid of dogs. Well ...’ She nodded toward the lounge where Tino was.
‘What? Is the RSPCA adopting out men these days?’
‘Even better.’ Anne moved closer to Stella and spoke softly around a wicked smile. ‘There’s a site called the Pet Shop. They set people up with Pets, and I’m not talking cats and dogs here, Stel. It’s temporary, only for a night, a weekend at the most.’
‘You’re kidding, right?’
‘Hon, I wouldn’t joke about something as yummy as Tino.’ She offered a naughty giggle. ‘Anyway, if I had to venture a guess, I’d say having a Pet occasionally would probably suit people like us much better than having a relationship. Our conversation the other day made me think a Pet might be exactly what you need. You certainly seem to be responding well to Tino.’ She gave Stella’s tits a passing stroke with her free hand. ‘I’d say your nips approve.’
Stella slapped her away. She had lamented to Anne that with the demands of her job, she had no time for a relationship, but someone working as hard as she did surely deserve a good shag once in a while. They had been walking along the Serpentine at the time. Anne had laughed around the mango ice lolly she had practically been fellating. Stella had assumed that meant she realised it was a joke.
She grabbed the gin bottle and poured herself a double.
‘Tino’s very low maintenance, well behaved – at least most of the time anyway, clean, quiet.’
‘Jesus, Annie, this is a bloke you’re talking about, not a stray cat.’
‘Come on,’ Anne grabbed Stella’s hand and led her back toward the lounge. ‘If he’s left alone too long, he gets bored and sometimes gets in trouble.’
‘What the hell’s he going to do, piss on the carpet?’
‘Don’t be daft. He’s house broken, but unlike most blokes, he always remembers to put the toilet seat back down.’
‘I don’t believe we’re having this conversation. How did–’ Stella stopped in her tracks sending a cascade of gin over the rim of her glass onto the carpet.
There on the floor, exactly where they left him, was Tino, head thrown back, eyes closed, enthusiastically thrusting the thick cock he’d extricated from his trousers in and out of his fisted hand.
‘Tino! Bad boy! You know better than to play with your thing without permission.’ Anne shoved past Stella and slapped his hands away from his penis.
Stella watched in fascination as the pouting Pet let Anne push his trousers down far enough to bare his exquisite bum. There were no underpants. Then, on hands and knees, he presented his arse to Anne, who gave him a resounding thwack on each cheek. Stella’s pussy practically gushed as Anne spanked him again, and his muscular buttocks clenched and relaxed, beautifully displaying the dark pucker of his anus. Stella wondered how the hell one connected up with a place like the Pet Shop and someone like Tino.
‘I hate to punish you, darling, but you must behave. What will Mistress Stella think of you being so ill-mannered? Here, let’s get you out of those clothes. I know you’re uncomfortable. You don’t mind, do you, Stel? Pets only wear clothes in public. They’re much more comfortable naked.’ She didn’t wait for Stella’s response.
Tino sat back on the floor and lifted his arse while Anne stripped him. The spanking had done nothing to diminish his huge erection. His heavy balls bounced against his thighs with Anne’s efforts.