Leslie enjoyed the nearly two free weeks before her upcoming trip to California. Jacob had decided to gift her and a friend—who ended up being Scarlet—a day at a high-class resort in town. The package included a top-of-the-line spa treatment, including a full massage, facial treatment, body treatment, manicure, and pedicure. The day was concluded with tickets to a dinner from a guest chef cooking up authentic Italian cuisine. Leslie felt that it was an exceptional experience that was way too much for the little bit she had accomplished.
Leslie also made it a point to try to hang out with her other friends while she still could before her life became even busier with classes. She, Tiff, Bethany, and Joan did their usual lunch date, shopping, and then finding random things to do, which was a nice taste of Leslie’s old “normal.” Fortunately, no one tried to bring up the topic of what she had been up to, allowing Leslie to relax and enjoy the experience fully.
The last task she had to take care of was a trip to a local lab to do her routine STI testing that FemPet required. FemPet had contracts with a couple of national laboratory chains, and she could stop into any of their locations to get tested, courtesy of FemPet.
Finally, a couple of days before the expected departure date for her trip, Leslie got a call from Stephanie.
“Hello, this is Leslie,” she answered the call on her cell phone.
“Good afternoon, Leslie. I’m here to call you about the event you and Mr. Henderson will be attending over the upcoming weekend,” the familiar, matter-of-fact voice said.
“Yeah. I’m aware of it. When do you want me to show up?”
“Mr. Henderson wishes for you to arrive at 8:00 a.m. Thursday. It is imperative that you are not late. There will be no scheduled pre- or post-hour for this event as you are expected to hit your daily maximum every day. You will depart from Mr. Henderson’s to catch a private flight out to Los Angeles. You may wish to bring a change of clothes, sleepwear, and whatever other personal items you wish to bring. However, you will likely be expected to be in your pet attire for most of the trip.”
Naked for most of the day for four, maybe five, days in a row? Leslie thought. She didn’t think it would be difficult, but it would definitely be setting some new limits for her.
“Understood!” Leslie acknowledged. “Anything else?”
“That is all for now. If there are any changes to his current plans, I will let you know.”
“Okay. Thank you very much!”
“Have a nice day,” Stephanie concluded with a cheery demeanor before hanging up.
Leslie let out a sigh. This trip had finally caused her to create a cover story for her parents to explain why she wouldn’t be around for a long weekend only a couple of weeks before classes started. She had finally settled on being a hospitality worker for a wealthy employer in town who usually held events locally but also occasionally needed her to travel with him. It was a story that skipped most of the details and also wasn’t technically incorrect. She just hoped it was enough to stop them from asking any inconvenient questions.
*****
The morning of the trip, Leslie woke up early and packed a small bag which included a change of clothes, a pair of pajamas, toiletries, and some other personal items she might need. She then applied most of her makeup and decided to add some curls to her hair for some extra flair.
She arrived a half-hour early to Jacob’s mansion, just in case, putting on her choker collar and sandals and eschewing everything else, as was going to be the case for the vast majority of this trip. She folded the clothes she had been wearing and placed them into the bag with her other items. She then quickly stepped into the makeup room to do some final touch-ups.
When she returned to the main staff room, she found Jacob waiting for her.
“Good morning, Leslie. I heard you arrived early, so I was wondering if you would mind joining me for breakfast. We still have a little while before we need to get going. This isn’t a pet request. Just a friendly offer,” he smiled.
“Oh, uh, sure. I’d be delighted,” Leslie happily responded.
The pair went into the smaller dining room and sat down. Leslie started to grow increasingly nervous over the magnitude of the upcoming event.
“So, what is it that we’re doing? I know it is a five-day trip but…” Leslie trailed off.
Jacob had a little grin on his face. “I think I’ve told you all of the most important parts already. I’d still like to keep the rest a surprise.”
“You like surprising me, don’t you, sir.”
“Please, it’s just Jacob if it’s just us. What can I say? Watching you react and adapt to unpredictable and unusual situations… is stimulating.”
Leslie blushed as Tim brought out their breakfast: souffle pancakes with maple syrup and a glass of apple juice. This was perhaps the first time Jacob had openly admitted to feeling something as a result of watching her, although Leslie had long suspected it as he had obviously hired her as a pet for a reason.
Leslie took a bite of her pancakes and, as usual, they were wonderful. “I’m guessing we’re flying out west. I’m assuming it’s not commercial,” Leslie chuckled.
Jacob let out a laugh. “While that could be entertaining for you, no. We are sharing a private jet with another owner-pet pair who is also going. The flight is taking off from outside Washington, so we have a bit of a drive to get there, thus why you needed to be here so early. I apologize if that was an inconvenience.”
Leslie shook her head as she chewed another bite of breakfast before quickly swallowing it. “No, no, it’s entirely fine. I am usually up and about by now, anyway.”
“Excellent. There is one other thing I should tell you, as Emily, my previous pet had this question when she went on a similar trip with me. This will be the first event where you will have sleeping hours. This is eight hours a night allotted to you for sleep. You are off the clock during those hours, although you will be hitting your daily maximum, so it doesn’t matter for your salary, but you won’t be required to be “in uniform” and also can’t have requests made of you. It is essentially free time for you to use as you wish. It’s possible on trips that you may be afforded even more time than this, but for this event, most likely you will only get your eight hours a night.”
“I see. I guess that makes sense,” Leslie acknowledged before taking another bite from her breakfast. Then a thought had entered her head. “So, if I’m going to an airport, even for a private flight… the people there won’t care that I’m naked?”
Jacob chuckled. “I doubt they’ll even know. Our car will pull up directly to the jet and you will board from there.”
Leslie felt that made sense. There was always an answer. This clearly wasn’t the only trip like this Jacob had taken his pet on, so all of these logistics were likely well understood already by Jacob and the other owners.
The pair finished their breakfast and made their way out to the front of the mansion, where a black Porsche Cayenne SUV was waiting for them. Leslie once again wondered just how many expensive cars Mr. Henderson owned.
Jacob and Leslie took their seats in the back before the driver pulled out down the road. They discussed various things during their two-and-a-half-hour trip up through Virginia and into Maryland. She talked about her wonderful trip to the spa, for which she profusely thanked Jacob, as well as some of the classes she was looking forward to in the upcoming semester.
She wondered if these might be petty topics for someone like Jacob, but he appeared to be genuinely interested in hearing about them. For his part, Jacob mused about some of the never-ending problems one had running an estate and business like he did. Leslie didn’t fully understand all of it, but she did her best.
After several hours in the car, it finally exited off the interstate onto a two-lane road that led to a small, one-runway airport.
“As you can imagine, getting away with something like this is a bit easier if one can leave from a more discreet location,” Jacob explained, perhaps sensing what Leslie was thinking.
The SUV pulled directly up to a medium-sized private jet whose door was open and awaiting them. The car purposefully, Leslie thought, pulled up so that her door was facing the plane, to obstruct the view as much as possible from the few workers and other people who might also be at the airport.
“Well, it’s about time we start on the second leg of our journey, Leslie,” Jacob commented as he unhooked his seatbelt just in time for the driver to open the door for him.
Leslie unlatched her belt as well before her door was opened by the driver. She stepped out, feeling a sudden wind against her naked body, causing her hair to flutter and eliciting several goosebumps. However, at this point, she had become so accustomed to being naked outside she didn’t even feel an instinct to raise her arms to cover herself.
“Let’s meet our travel partners, shall we?” Jacob invited as he motioned Leslie toward the plane.
She climbed the stairs and stepped inside into what appeared to be a small galley. The cockpit was through the door on her left, and to her right was the main interior, which had about a half-dozen leather seats, as well as a couch along the side in the back.
“Oh, you must be Leslie!” a woman that Leslie guessed was in her mid-fifties exclaimed, getting up from her seat. “Very nice to meet you! If Mr. Henderson hasn’t explained yet, I’m Maria Brant.”
Maria stepped up to Leslie and gave her a hug, which Leslie was a bit taken aback by, but soon reciprocated. Most owners seemed to be a bit less physical in their greetings—either handshakes or, for some of the male owners, a kiss on the hand or cheek—but Maria was a bit more gregarious.
“Oh, and this is Samuel,” she then added, motioning to the person sitting in the seat opposite the one she had just vacated. Samuel stood up and offered his hand to shake, which Leslie gladly accepted.
“Pleased to meet you, Samuel,” Leslie smiled.
He replied with a slight grin. “It’s my honor, Leslie.”
Samuel was rather tall—probably a full foot taller than she was—and, of course, naked. However, instead of a customary black choker, his was forest green in color. Samuel appeared to be a couple of years older than she was and was well built, as was typical of the male pets she had met so far, with well-defined muscles. It was certainly clear that, at least among the male pets, there was a “type” the female owners liked.
“Oh, why don’t you take your seat behind Samuel so we can make room for Mr. Henderson and finally take off!” Maria directed, and Leslie gladly walked up the aisle to take her assigned seat. Maria and Jacob then proceeded to exchange greetings, before Jacob took his seat behind Maria and across the aisle from her.
Jacob flashed a look at her with his eyes that suggested that he, too, found Maria to be a bit much, causing Leslie to let out a soft chuckle.
The plane taxied and, as the engines roared, it barreled down the runway. Leslie realized that she had never actually flown before, and now that she finally was, it was on a private jet while completely naked.
For the first couple of hours of the flight, they were served a light lunch followed by Maria speaking quite a bit about who she was and what she did. She and Samuel lived close to Ocean City, Maryland—which Leslie was a bit jealous of for them being so close to the beach—and she was the owner of a business that was a multi-faceted operation focusing on industries such as tourism and real estate in the coastal Mid-Atlantic region.
As for Samuel, he was 25 years old and had been Maria’s pet for three years. Samuel had originally answered the FemPet advertisement as a way to make a bit of extra money on top of his other miscellaneous pursuits. He had a long history of living near the water, including being on his high school and college swim teams as well as working as a lifeguard, which was a background that suited Maria perfectly. Maria and Samuel often held events on one of her larger yachts that were otherwise available for tourist bookings.
“So, have you ever flown before, Leslie?” Maria inquired once she finally seemed to run out of things to talk about herself or Samuel.
“Uh, no, this is my first time,” Leslie answered simply.
“How are you enjoying it so far?”
“Uh, well, I’m more naked than I expected I would be on my first flight.”
The other three passengers let out soft laughs.
“I suppose so,” Maria chuckled. “However, there is one thing someone must always get to experience at least once while flying.” She then hushed her voice, as if there was someone she was trying to prevent from hearing. “The mile-high club.” Maria had a huge grin on her face. “With Jacob’s permission, of course.”
“I’ll leave that up to Leslie,” Jacob deferred. Leslie was a little surprised. Usually, Jacob would just have her do it, but this time he was letting her choose for herself. Maria got a somewhat sour look on her face now that there was the chance it might not happen, but Leslie decided not to let that impact her decision. The thought did excite her. She had always heard about it: the thrill of having sex while flying 30,000 feet in the air.
“Sure. Why not,” she declared, standing up and extending her hand to Samuel. “Shall we?”
Samuel almost seemed to be taken aback by Leslie’s eagerness to get started. She wondered if many pets just saw it as another thing to check off their list for their owners and didn’t take to it particularly enthusiastically.
“First, we need to get you going,” Leslie grinned as she led Samuel to the couch, had him sit down, then got on her knees and immediately started to work her tongue around his cock.
Samuel let out a “woah!” as she eagerly got to work, and she smiled internally knowing that she was giving even him a surprise.
She thought she could feel the two owners’ eyes on her, even though her eyes were closed in concentration as she warmed up Samuel. She found it a bit more difficult to deep-throat in this position but was still able to get most of his rather lengthy shaft into her mouth. She started to consider what position she might want to fuck in. Some flavor of cowgirl might be the easiest with the couch, but she was trying to come up with something a bit more creative after her success from her last event.
She started using one of her hands to rub herself while using the other to massage Samuel’s shaven balls. She could hear his soft moans as she continued to work.
“Leslie…” Samuel warned, causing Leslie to pull up a bit off his cock, but not entirely, leaving his head in. A few moments later she could feel Samuel’s groin area pulse as he unloaded load after load into her mouth. After it appeared he was finished, she pulled completely off and then displayed his deposit, first to Samuel, and then to Jacob and Maria before swallowing and showing off her now empty mouth.
Leslie let out a smirk from seeing Jacob’s impressed face and Maria’s almost surprised expression when suddenly Samuel picked her up from behind and set her down on his lap on the couch. He ran his fingers through her folds and around her clit while using his other hand to aggressively massage her breasts and pinch her nipples.
“The least I can do is return the favor,” Samuel lustfully spoke into her ear as he worked. She was honestly turned on by his sudden aggressiveness, allowing him to do to her as he wished for the moment. He soon inserted a pair of fingers inside of her and enthusiastically fingered her, quickly finding her G-spot.
The combination of his fervent fingering and the strong embrace from his other arm around her as he worked her breast was quickly driving her toward the edge. She wasn’t sure why, but she glanced over to look at Jacob as Samuel continued his work. She had never really watched his reaction while she was having sex, partly because she was usually preoccupied with the action, but in this case, Samuel had left her free. She and Jacob’s eyes met and there was a look of immense satisfaction and perhaps even pride on his face.
She was rapidly approaching a climax of her own as she felt Samuel’s manhood starting to re-engorge under her. The buildup of tingles inside of her finally caused Leslie to close her eyes and brace for the inevitable. Moments later she let out a loud moan as she tensed up in an orgasm. Even though she was already on a plane, she felt like she was flying even higher as Samuel continued to finger fuck her until she finally relaxed.
“Was that a good repayment?” Samuel once again said into her ear with obvious satisfaction.
“Uh-huh,” Leslie said with a nod as she caught her breath.
“Now what?” he then inquired.
“I’ve got an idea, but give me a second, okay?”
“Sure thing.”
After a few moments, Leslie had caught her breath, and Samuel also appeared to be back at full mast. “Okay, you stay here for a moment, I want to try something,” Leslie began, looking back at Samuel before sliding off the couch and getting on her hands and knees in front of him. She then lifted her legs and inched herself back so that her knees and legs now rested on the couch behind her, straddling Samuel.
“You may need to help position things,” she advised.
“I think I see what you’re doing.” Samuel grinned as he grabbed Leslie, sliding himself up so he was sitting on the edge of the couch and positioning Leslie over him. Samuel then lowered Leslie’s hips, guiding his cock into her.
Leslie moaned as they both moved their hips. She could tell this new position was giving her a new sensation from what she had felt before. Who knew that different entry angles could make such a difference?
Samuel continued to hold Leslie’s hips as they continued to groove into each other, the position not giving much opportunity for hard thrusting, but more of an internal penis massage against the inside of her pussy. Leslie’s hair fell in front of her, obscuring her view of everything but the ground, but she didn’t care. Samuel was hitting new and exciting spots within her, and she was feeling exhilarated by it, even if her arms were starting to fatigue from the position.
She started moaning loud enough that certainly even the pilots in the cockpit knew what was going on back in the cabin. She wondered if this was just another day for them: flying cross country while a couple of their passengers fucked each other behind them.
She could feel Samuel’s cock continue to stimulate several spots inside of her as they continued. She would have tried to brush her hair out of the way, but she needed her hands planted on the ground to keep her stable. The position was becoming increasingly hard to maintain as time went on, especially since she could feel herself approaching the edge.
The orgasm hit her quickly, and she squeezed her legs around Samuel as she tried to keep her balance. She squealed out what felt like a thin stream of air as her lungs tried to moan out air that just wasn’t available. Soon after, Samuel let out a moan of his own and Leslie felt him shoot several loads of cum inside of her. Finally, she relaxed, dropping down to her elbows while catching her breath once again.
“Well, I must say, that was a unique performance,” she heard Maria cheerfully comment. While Maria’s opinion was the least of Leslie’s concerns, she was at least happy that she enjoyed the show.
Leslie extracted herself off the couch, getting on her hands and knees on the floor once again before standing up and walking dizzily back toward her seat.
“Oh, let me get that…” Jacob remarked before grabbing a napkin from next to him and wiping the stream of liquid that was running down Leslie’s crotch and thigh, before tossing it into a nearby wastebasket.
“Oh, yeah, thanks,” Leslie breathed, retaking her seat. “Oh, and thank you too,” she thanked Samuel as he walked past back to his seat.
“It was my pleasure,” he smiled back.
Leslie leaned back in her seat. She had only intended to catch her breath, but before she knew it, she felt the plane starting its descent.
“That must have taken a lot out of you.” Jacob grinned, noticing that she had woken up.
Leslie let out a yawn. “We’re here?” she asked, still half-asleep.
“We are. And your day is just beginning. It’s only 2 p.m. here in LA. The magic of time zones.”
The plane landed and then started to taxi. Leslie looked outside the window and saw, well, not the row of palm trees she was expecting. It was flat, and there was a good-sized airport out the window. Unlike where they had taken off, Leslie felt this was definitely a commuter airport, although not large enough to be LAX. There was also a line of mountains off in the distance.
“You are going to get your first surprise right away. I think you are going to enjoy it.” Jacob grinned, which made Leslie wonder what exactly this surprise was going to be.
The plane finally stopped taxing and Jacob and Maria got up to exit the plane. “Wait here until either I or Mrs. Brant return.”
Leslie tried to watch out one of the windows as the pair exited and appeared to step into a nearby office. Leslie saw a couple of helicopters nearby with some company logo plastered on the side.
“Any idea what this is about?” Leslie curiously asked Samuel.
“No idea,” he shrugged in return.
A few minutes later, Jacob bounded back up the steps into the plane. “Alright, they’re ready,” he beckoned.
Leslie followed Samuel down the steps and onto the tarmac. While the plane was positioned to block the view from the main airport, Leslie couldn’t help but notice that there was a clear view from a four-lane road and a parking lot that couldn’t have been more than 500 feet away. She was certain anyone who took the notion to look would see them there.
“Here,” Jacob directed, putting his hand on Leslie’s back to guide her. He led her to one of the helicopters she had seen out the window, a small four-seater.
“We’re riding in that?!” Leslie exclaimed.
“You two are. Enjoy the tour!” Jacob continued to grin.
Leslie climbed in and strapped herself next to Samuel, putting on a headset mounted on the inside wall available for passengers.
“You two ready?” the pilot inquired through his headset as the rotors of the helicopter started to spin up.
“Yeah!” Leslie and Samuel answered in unison.
With that, the helicopter took off. Leslie felt a tingle rush through her body as she was lifted straight up off the ground—a very distinct feeling of flight from the plane—and the chopper started to fly to its first destination.
“I have to say, I haven’t had any passengers quite like you two before. A lot of hush-hush about this trip, and I was told not to ask too many questions,” the pilot expounded.
“Yeah, this was a surprise to us as well,” Leslie spoke as she looked out the window, getting a brief feeling of vertigo from the increasing elevation.
“Really? I would have figured this was some dare or excitement trip you two were on. Well, either way, enjoy the tour!”
The pilot then gave a tour of many of LA’s famous landmarks, including the Hollywood Sign, Griffith Observatory, and Santa Monica Pier, among many others. Leslie felt a bit excited knowing that there were thousands—maybe millions—of people below, unaware that they were being observed by a naked twenty-year-old girl up in the air.
Once they completed a tour of all the most famous locations, the helicopter returned to the airport, where Leslie noticed that there was now a black Suburban waiting for them parked next to where Jacob and Maria were waiting.
“I hoped you enjoyed the tour!” the pilot called back once they touched down.
Leslie unbuckled herself, then leaned forward towards the front of the cockpit. “I did, thanks,” she replied, kissing the pilot on the cheek. “I hope you enjoyed the view as well.”
“Woah! You just made my day, lady!” the pilot cheerfully responded.
The doors of the suburban had opened up and Leslie promptly made her way into the seat that Jacob was motioning her towards. She and Samuel took the far back seats while Jacob and Maria took the middle seats. The car then departed the airport and drove down the Los Angeles highways.
“Did you enjoy your tour?” Jacob inquired, turning so he could look back at the seat behind him.
“I did. How did you get away with that?” Leslie wondered.
“Oh, when you get enough wealthy people with enough connections together, you can pull a lot of strings, as you’ll find out more of this weekend,” he replied with a grin.
LA traffic ended up being about as bad as Leslie had heard about as it took them an hour to drive from the airport to the top of a winding hill somewhere east of Malibu, where they arrived at a mansion nestled in some trees on the top of the hill.
The mansion looked mesmerizing from the outside, both in its design and location. As Leslie exited the car, a man who appeared to be perhaps a decade older than Jacob was standing to greet them, alongside his pet: a naked black woman who looked a lot closer to thirty than twenty to Leslie, although still quite beautiful.
“I trust your trip went well,” the man greeted Jacob and Maria. Leslie was so enamored with the location she almost forgot to position herself next to Jacob, as was the expected thing for her to do in this situation.
“It was. Everything went smoothly,” Jacob confirmed.
“Excellent. I believe both of you already know Nikki.” The man then motioned towards the woman next to him. She had dark brown skin, brown eyes, shoulder-length twist-out hair, D-cup breasts, and was clean-shaven.
“Pleased to meet you again.” Nikki shook hands with both Jacob and Maria.
“May I introduce Leslie. She’s been my pet for about two months,” Jacob began Leslie’s introduction. “Leslie, this is Hugo Davis. He is hosting us for the weekend.”
“Ah yes, I remember seeing your photoshoot in the woods on the agency website. Quite stunning. I am very pleased to meet you,” Hugo greeted her, leaning over and kissing Leslie on the cheek.
Maria then introduced herself and Samuel before Hugo led the group inside.
The inside of the mansion was just as beautiful as the outside, and Leslie could already hear several conversations going on. They arrived in what could only be described as a very large living room, where Leslie found several people milling, including six other naked people, all sporting the now iconic chokers. A quick assessment by Leslie counted four women and two men already there.
She gravitated towards the youngest-looking girl there, who appeared to be standing nervously off to the side.
“Hey, I’m Leslie.” She approached, sticking out her hand to shake.
“Oh, uh, hi. I’m Ana. Um, pleased to meet you,” Ana replied nervously, returning the handshake.
Ana appeared to be Hispanic, like Leslie. She also had brown hair and brown eyes, although she was a bit slimmer but also sported C-cup breasts as compared to Leslie’s B-cups.
“I thought I’d come over to say hi since it looked like you needed it.” Leslie smiled, trying to calm Ana’s obvious nerves.
“Oh, um, thanks. I’m sorry. It’s just this is a bit overwhelming,” Ana noted, nervously looking around.
“Yeah, I understand that. I’ve been doing this for two months so, yeah, this is a new experience for me.”
“Two months? Try three weeks! I got into this thinking it would be a couple of hours every Saturday night flashing my tits at some strangers for money and suddenly I find myself here!” Ana nervously fidgeted.
“Three weeks? Wow, you are new! Um, well, I know I haven’t been working for long, but if you have any questions or need any advice, don’t be afraid to ask, okay?” Leslie continued to smile, putting her arm around Ana.
“Uh, yeah, I will, thanks,” Ana nodded.
Leslie was hoping she might be able to go around discussing dirty owner secrets with someone, but that wasn’t going to be happening with Ana. Ana looked so out of place that Leslie felt it would be good to hang with her until the owners decided it was time to do something else.
Over the next hour, another blonde-haired female and a young Hispanic male joined the ranks of the naked. The new male made his way over to what was turning into the Hispanic cluster in the corner.
“How are you two doing,” the boy asked with a significant Portuguese accent. Perhaps Brazilian, Leslie thought.
“I’m doing good. I’m Leslie,” she answered, offering a handshake.
“Nice to meet you, Leslie.” The boy reciprocated the handshake. “I’m Andre. I’m nineteen. And I’ve been doing this for, oh, six months now?”
“Twenty, and two months here,” Leslie added. The pair then looked at Ana.
“Oh, hi. I’m Ana. Um, I’m eighteen, and I’ve been doing this for three weeks.” She continued to fidget.
“Three weeks? You might be the newest hire in all of FemPet,” Andre cheerfully noted. “I’m guessing neither of you have been to one of these things before?”
“Nope,” Leslie confirmed as Ana shook her head.
“Neither have I. It looks like there are about a dozen of us here. I wonder what they are getting cooked up for us,” Andre openly pondered.
Leslie shrugged. “Who knows? If it was just my owner, I wouldn’t be worried. But with all the other owners here, who knows.” Ana appeared to give out a light squeak.
Finally, another blonde female arrived, and Hugo clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention.
“May I have your attention? If you all can get into your owner-pet pairs, we can proceed with the introductions. The quicker we dispense with those, the sooner we can get dinner going,” he yelled into the room over the quickly quieting conversations.
“I’ll see you two later,” Leslie said to Ana and Andre as she looked through the crowd to find Jacob, soon spotting him holding a glass of white wine. She strode over and took her place next to him.
“I see you were getting to know some of the other pets here. Good. That’s part of the whole reason we organize this,” Jacob remarked.
“Poor girl over here has only been working for three weeks. And I thought I was going to be overwhelmed having only worked for two months,” Leslie noted as the groups gathered themselves together.
“Yeah. That is Terrance Finley’s pet. He’s from Texas. He’s over there looking very… Texan,” Jacob motioned towards a comparatively younger-looking, tall black man with large, white boots and an equally large cowboy hat. Ana timidly took her place next to him. “He’s a first-time owner, so I’m sure he was invited here to allow him to network as much as anything.”
“Okay, now that we’re all organized, I think it’s time we introduce ourselves,” Hugo finally declared.
“I guess I’ll get started. I’m Hugo Davis, and I am, of course, your host. I hope you all enjoy your stay here. It is my honor to host this little gathering. And as I’m sure all of you know, this is Nikki. She’s twenty-eight years old, has been my pet for eight years, and has been indispensable to me in so many ways over those years.”
Nikki stepped forward and gave a couple of small bows toward different people in the room, before stepping back beside Hugo.
“Alright, I guess let’s just go around the room to my right then,” Hugo instructed.
Next was someone who appeared to be the oldest owner there, named Ed Conklin, from Salt Lake City. His pet was a girl named Amy, who was twenty years old and Ed’s pet for a year and a half. She had bright red, curly hair, green eyes, B-cup breasts, and a thin landing strip.
The next owner was another male owner, Timothy Tucker, from Washington state. His pet was an olive-skinned Greek woman named Ida, who was twenty-four years old and his pet for the past three years. She had light brown hair, brown eyes, and C-cup breasts, and was clean-shaven.
The next owner was a Hispanic woman, who Leslie thought appeared like she was in her early forties, named Jen Chavez, from Florida. Her pet was yet another Hispanic male named Elias, who was twenty-two years old and had been her pet for four years. He had brown hair, brown eyes, tan skin, and a fairly sizable penis, even while flaccid.
Next up was another female owner—Rosemary Douglas from Ontario, Canada. Her pet was Andre, the Hispanic male Leslie had already met, who was indeed Brazilian.
The next pair was a curious one, as it was the only same-sex pair in the group. The owner was a Japanese woman named Rieko Shinkai from, not surprisingly, Japan. Her pet was also a Japanese girl, Megumi, who was nineteen years old and had been her pet for eight months. She had black hair, brown eyes, B-cup breasts, and an intricately carved pubic area in the shape of some Japanese symbol.
Next up was Jacob.
“Hello. I’m Jacob Henderson. I’m from Virginia. It’s very nice to meet everyone. I’m thrilled to introduce Leslie. She’s twenty years old and has been my pet for about two months now.” He motioned towards Leslie, who stepped forward and gave the same curt acknowledgment as all the other pets so far.
Next was another young owner, Albert Frey, from Illinois who turned out to be the second newest owner in the group, only next to Terrence. His pet, Lisa, twenty-one, had been Albert’s pet for five months. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and C-cup breasts, and was clean-shaven.
Next was Maria and her pet Samuel, whom Leslie of course rode to California on the plane with.
Following them was a woman from Turkey named Nazmiye Karadağ, and her pet, Rahmi, who was twenty-eight and nine years a pet—the most veteran pet of any there. He had brown hair, brown eyes, and, again, a sizable-looking dick.
The next to last pair was Mehmet Schmidt, a German male, and his pet, Helena who was twenty-one and had been his pet for three years. She had blond hair, blue eyes, C-cup breasts, and a neatly trimmed pubic area.
Finally, the last to introduce themselves was Terrance Finley, from Texas, and his pet, Ana. He gave his energetic appreciation for the invitation despite his and his pet’s inexperience.
“Excellent. Now that everyone has gotten to know each other, let’s head to the dining room. I thought it would be easier to offer a buffet tonight—but don’t worry! It’s been provided by one of the best catering companies in Los Angeles!” Hugo then invited everyone to proceed into the neighboring large dining room.
The catering dinner included several selections which Leslie found amazing. There was a shrimp creole that she found exceptionally tasty, as well as bacon-wrapped scallops. There was also some tasty roasted asparagus among several other dishes. She had to be careful not to stuff herself too much, as she figured they were likely to have some sort of evening activity and she didn’t want to feel too full for it.
After dinner, Hugo led everyone outside into a rather sizable yard, where there were several stacks of balloons, as well as a stack of goggles.
“What we have for you tonight is a balloon fight. But not just any balloon fight: balloons filled with neon, glow-in-the-dark paint. Everyone will want to go over and put on some goggles for safety, and then we will turn off the lights, and you will try to hit your fellow pets with balloons. Of course, once you get hit, you’ll start glowing and will become a bigger target!” Hugo explained.
Leslie found this notion interesting. Just naked people throwing paint balloons at each other. She walked over and grabbed a pair of goggles and put them on.
“We have six stacks of balloons, so people should go two to a stack. But once we get started you can grab balloons from wherever you want,” Hugo added.
“Hey, let’s go to the yellow balloons,” Leslie suggested to Ana, who was nearby, also putting on her goggles.
“Oh, uh, okay,” Ana replied, following Leslie over to that stack.
“Everyone grab your initial balloons and then we’ll turn off the lights!” Hugo instructed. “Oh, and try not to hit any of the spectators, if you can,” he concluded with a laugh.
Leslie grabbed a balloon in each hand and felt them with her fingers. They felt different than typical water balloons, as the paint was slightly thicker and heavier. Then the lights turned out.
“Three! Two! One! Begin!” Hugo yelled out and Leslie ran out into the field, trying to see anyone.
The yard was pitch black, but Leslie hoped her eyes would adjust soon enough. She heard someone grunt next to her and she threw her first balloon, but it missed, splatting onto the ground. She then thought she spotted someone trying to sneak low on the ground and threw her second balloon. It was a direct hit on the victim’s arm and shoulder, eliciting a female-sounding yelp.
Leslie tried searching for one of the stacks of balloons and then felt an impact on her lower back. “Ack!” she let out with a laugh as someone was able to nail her. She felt some of the paint running down onto her butt. She finally found a stack of balloons—she guessed red from the faint glow from inside the balloons—and grabbed them.
She turned around and immediately got impacted right on her boobs with a green balloon.
“Bullseye!” she heard a male voice laugh—Rahmi she thought from the accent. She lobbed one of her balloons in the direction she thought the voice was coming from but missed.
At this point, there were a lot of spots on the ground where balloons had missed, but also a lot of colorful people running around the yard. She ran towards one and lobbed a balloon. The target tried to step back out of the way, but it only resulted in it impacting his upper groin area—his penis getting covered in red paint. Leslie felt grateful she didn’t accidentally peg him in the nuts.
Leslie’s eyes finally started to adjust to the dark, and she ran to the pile of purple balloons next. She and another girl near her must have noticed each other, and they lobbed balloons at the same time. Leslie hit the girl in the abdomen while Leslie got impacted between her upper arm and left breast, this time with orange paint, making her breasts multi-colored now.
The fight went on for another half an hour as the twelve contestants worked through the roughly 500 balloons set out for them. By the time the balloons were exhausted, Leslie’s entire torso was covered in every color of paint imaginable, and she felt like her back and butt might be too. Everyone else was similarly covered.
“Okay everybody, line up here, and let’s get a good look at you!” Hugo then announced. Leslie made her way to where Hugo wanted them and was able to find Ana and slipped in next to her. Ana was pretty much entirely covered in various colors of paint as well.
Hugo then had all the contestants show off the various designs and colors of paint, both front and back, with several of the owners taking pictures or even recording the events.
“I hope you all had fun. Now, time to clean up!” Hugo declared. The lights turned back on to reveal Hugo and a couple of the other owners holding water hoses, which they then turned on.
“Ack!” Leslie exclaimed, surprised by the sudden spray of water. However, she soon joined the others playfully running through the water sprays as the paint harmlessly washed off.
“Well, we have half an hour until designated sleep time, so everyone take a quick shower if you want—you probably should—and then at 11 p.m. you are on sleep time until 7 a.m.”
“How do I look?” Leslie asked Jacob as she walked up to him, dripping with water, with spots of paint here and there still on her.
“Mostly clean. Still some spots here and there, though. Did you have a good time?” He had one of the biggest grins she had seen on him yet, having enjoyed the show.
“I had a blast. It was hard to see at first, but then it was fun just pelting everyone with paint and getting pelted in return. Nice and colorful too. It was a creative idea, whoever came up with it,” Leslie smiled.
“Well, I guess we can try to think of some ideas to incorporate that in the future.”
“I’ll try to think about it too,” Leslie agreed. “Oh, uh, where are the showers?”
“All over the place. Perhaps you should try to find one before they all become occupied.”
Leslie then walked into the house, making sure she wasn’t trailing in paint along with her. The first several bathrooms she checked were occupied and she began to wonder how many bathrooms this place had.
She finally appeared to find one that wasn’t occupied, but before she could get started, she heard a knock on the door.
“Hello?” Leslie asked, opening it up.
“Oh hey, you done?” Nikki asked on the other side of the door.
“No, I’m just getting started.”
“Damn! Everywhere else is full,” she laughed with a bit of frustration. “I mean, unless you wanna share. I think I have paint in places that are pretty hard to reach, and you probably do too.”
Leslie pondered the offer and figured why not. Showering with another pet was honestly on the low end of things she had done with fellow pets up to this point. “Sure, come on in,” Leslie said, opening the door fully for Nikki.
“Excellent! Thank you!” Nikki then looked at herself in the mirror. “Damn, I’m going to have to wash and re-twist my hair, aren’t I?”
Leslie turned on the water until it heated up and then slid into the shower, shortly followed by Nikki.
“Here, let me get your back,” Nikki offered, lathering up some body wash and scrubbing it down Leslie’s back. Nikki lowered herself until she got to Leslie’s butt, sliding her fingers around every nook and cranny with expertise and without hesitation. Leslie almost jumped from surprise at some of the sensations.
“You have an excellent ass, Leslie. I know different people have different tastes, but I think yours is near perfect,” Nikki commented as she continued to wash them.
“Um, uh, thanks,” Leslie replied, not entirely sure how to take the compliment.
“You know, I saw some of that photoshoot with you and Zachary. I think it said that was your second job. You did pretty well handling him that well. Do you have a lot of experience with big guys?” Nikki continued as she started washing the inside and back of Leslie’s thighs.
“Uh, no. He was easily the biggest guy I had been with.”
“Zachary and I have been together once. It was… an experience, even for someone with a lot of years under my belt. You must be pretty talented.”
“I’m sure I’m not that good,” Leslie tried to sidestep the compliment.
“Don’t be so sure. I hear word now and then of what some owners think are rising star pets. Your name has come up in that conversation.”
Leslie started to blush. There was no way she was garnering that sort of attention, was she? She was just a girl going through life. She certainly wasn’t that special.
Nikki stood back up. “I can tell you are doubting your potential. But trust me, you wouldn’t be here unless the owners thought you had some. If you’ll let me, I’d like to give you a little welcome gift.” With that, she very gently ran a finger over Leslie’s folds.
Leslie let out a slight gasp. She wasn’t expecting this, but she wasn’t particularly opposed either.
“May I?” Nikki asked again to confirm. Leslie simply nodded her head.
Nikki started to gently spread her fingers out and rub Leslie’s labia, occasionally teasing her clit. Meanwhile, her other hand ran up Leslie’s side and started gently squeezing her breasts, slowly teasing them from the outside in.
“Your tits are so small and perky,” Nikki commented as she gently ran her fingers around them. “Jacob is lucky to have you, as I’m sure he would admit himself.”
Leslie took in a breath and relaxed, letting the warm water of the shower hit her as Nikki continued to gently work over her. Nikki was letting her experience show, her fingers making movements and patterns that gave Leslie sensations she hadn’t felt before.
“That’s it. Don’t think. Just feel,” Nikki whispered into her ear before gently slipping a pair of fingers into Leslie’s pussy and immediately finding the spongy patch that was her G-spot.
Leslie let out a slight gasp and she closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sensations. Nikki was as gentle as gentle could be but was still moving her fingers in ways that drove Leslie wild. She massaged her G-spot with her fingers while also sliding her thumb gently over her clit. Her other hand continued to circle in and around her nipples, brushing over them tenderly but in ways that still sent shots of pleasure through Leslie.
Leslie could feel Nikki’s grip on her increase slightly as she felt her knees start to wobble. She couldn’t tell just how wet she was because of the shower, but she felt like she must be gushing. She breathed in again and sharply exhaled as she felt like she might be getting a little light-headed.
Nikki continued her work on Leslie for a couple of minutes. Leslie’s breaths became sharper and her moans louder as she could feel herself building ever closer in each passing moment, surrendering herself to Nikki’s movements.
Then she felt it. She let out a loud gasp and put her hand against the shower wall as she felt the orgasm rock her.
“I’ve got you, Leslie,” Nikki remarked as she helped steady her as her fingers continued working inside and against her through the orgasm.
Leslie lost track of time, but she felt like the orgasm currently crashing through her wouldn’t stop, as if the long, slow buildup was now resulting in a long, slow release. She let out a couple more gasps as her body continued to shake.
Finally, her muscles released, and she leaned up with both hands against the front shower wall to catch her breath as Nikki extracted herself from inside Leslie.
“You’re a little squirting champion, aren’t you?” Nikki remarked in a teasing voice.
“What?” Leslie asked between breaths, not sure what she was talking about.
“You squirted all over the place. You couldn’t tell?”
“No. I’ve never squirted before.”
Nikki chuckled. “Well, now you have.”
Leslie let out a little laugh. She had no idea. She didn’t know what it felt like. And the shower made it hard for her to tell otherwise. “I guess we don’t have to worry about cleaning it up.”
“Yeah. It would have been a mess otherwise,” Nikki continued to tease.
“Give me a few, and I’ll return the favor,” Leslie said, getting her legs under her a bit more as she recovered.
“No, no. That was my gift to you.”
“But I really should—”
Nikki kissed the back of Leslie’s shoulders. “So eager to please. I see why they think you have potential. But sometimes it’s good to receive something without feeling obligated to return the favor.”
Leslie felt like protesting more but felt that it was probably pointless. They spent the rest of the time cleaning themselves and each other, making sure to get any residual paint off of themselves, especially out of their hair.
“You coming with?” Leslie asked after they both had finished and dried off.
“No, I need to re-twist my hair. Sleep time has got to be just about started. Go claim your bed and get a good night’s sleep, Leslie.”
“Thank you, Nikki.” Leslie thanked her with appreciation, for everything so far.
Nikki flashed her a smile. “No problem. Have a good night.”
The owners had set aside three bedrooms in the upstairs portion of the house for the pets. The four men shared one bedroom while the eight women were split up between two rooms. Leslie found the bag she had brought with her and headed upstairs to claim a bed for the weekend.
“Oh, hey. Where have you been?” A smiling Ana with somewhat damp hair appeared from around a corner.
“Oh. Hi. Just taking a shower is all. You found a room yet?”
“Yeah. We still got a bed left if you want to join us.”
Leslie flashed her a quick smile. “I’d love to.”
Ana led her to the room with two other girls already inside: Amy, the redhead, and Megumi, the girl from Japan.
“Hey, uh, Leslie, was it?” Amy hailed from her bed, having put on a pair of pajamas. “Welcome to the newb room.”
“Hi,” Leslie replied while giving Amy a little wave. Then she realized that Amy was right. The girls in the room had all been pets for under a year, except for Amy, who had been one for a year and a half.
Leslie took off her collar and sandals and then looked at her bag. She suddenly got the feeling that she didn’t need or want to put anything on to sleep in. The only thing she dug out of her bag was her phone, which she started scrolling through to see what she might have missed that day.
“You do know you can get dressed now, right?” Amy remarked with a chuckle.
“Yeah, I know,” Leslie replied simply, not even looking up from her phone.
Megumi laughed. “Don’t worry. I prefer to sleep naked as well,” she said through a fairly thick accent.
Ana had started pulling out her clothes, but after having seen Leslie decide to spend the night naked, appeared to decide she would do the same, shoving them back in her bag.
“Suit yourselves.” Amy shrugged, climbing into bed as the only clothed girl in the room.
Leslie’s mother texted her, asking how her “work trip” was going. She wrote back about arriving and the helicopter tour, of course leaving out pertinent details. She then also texted Scarlet and Tiff saying she had arrived.
“So, is there a lights out?” Ana asked, getting into bed and throwing a blanket over herself.
Amy yawned as she was also doing things on her phone. “No, they don’t enforce lights out. But it would be best to try to get a full night’s sleep if you can.”
The four girls then all agreed lights could turn off, with Megumi getting up and turning them off. Leslie hid under the covers to make sure the light from her phone didn’t blind everyone else in the room, surfing the internet for a while before she let out a big yawn, turned her phone off, and went to sleep.
