"Hello, Ms Hanson. I guess that right about now you're looking for Franze."

"My God, do you know where he is? I've been looking all over the house for him. His food is still on the dish on the floor, but there's no sign of him!"

"Relax, Ms Hanson, relax. Me and my buddy found Franz out on the sidewalk quite a distance from your house. But the tag on his collar had your address and phone number on it. So I thought I'd give you a call and let you know your little dog is just fine. You can come and pick him up any time you like."

"Sure. I'll be over straight away and thank you for calling me. What's the address . . . wait a minute while I get a pencil . . . OK, I'm ready."

"It's East Barton Street in Salerno. Just off the Aldernay Highway. I'll be waiting in the parking lot there. But you won't see me until I want you too. Oh, and Ms Hanson, just one other thing. There's a price for the return of your little doggie. And that price is two hot young studs looking for some fun. If you don't want to pay the price, don't bother showing up."

Billy-Bob put down the phone before and walked out of the call box. He got into the seat of the SUV and smiled at his partner: "She's on her way over."

"Think she'll go for it?"

"What, a choice between obliging a couple of cool guys like us or never seeing her precious little dachsund again? No contest. She'll be splashing on her perfume right now."

Billy-Bob snorted with laughter and picked up a container of peppermint lozenges from the dash. He popped one in his mouth and passed another to Tim. "Go on, do the lady a favor yourself. Smell nice for her."

"What's she look like?"

"Hot, man, hot."

Tim licked his lips before slipping the lozenge between them. Although he knew it was still far too early, he began looking up and down East Burton street, checking on the traffic. It was light and commonplace, mostly the usual kind of tradesmen's pickups you'd expect in a run down industrial area. But twenty minutes later a vehicle appeared on the street which was well out of character with the surroundings. A car, a luxury convertible with a classy looking middle aged blonde driving it. Driving it slowly, her head swinging from side to side as she tried to figure out the confusing mess of missing and faded street numbers.

"She's here, man, she's here."

"Fine."

Billy-Bob went back to the public phone. Tim saw the convertible pull up suddenly. The blonde picked up her phone and spoke into it. She opened the door of the convertible and swung her legs out onto the road. Tim saw she was wearing smart business clothes.

"Not bad," he whispered to himself. "Not bad at all."

He also saw the sudden shock on her face as she lowered the phone and looked around the parking lot

Billy-Bob jumped back into the SUV.

"OK, drive over to her."

"What did you say?"

"I told her she was going to have to play hide the sausage with a couple of guys before she got her sausage dog back." Billy-Bob roared with laughter. "Let's see what she has to say to that."

"Hi, Ms Hanson. I hope you've got the afternoon free because I think we're going to need you for quite a while."

"Who are you guys?"

"We're the guys that have got Franz. And here's his collar to prove it. But don't worry, we haven't hurt a hair on his hide. He's got water, he's got food, and he's in fine shape. So you don't have to worry about him at all while you're making us happy. And when we've finished with you, you can take Franz off home."

"Franz is OK?"

"Sure, he's OK. We're not interested in your dog, we're interested in you. So do we have a deal?"

The blonde glanced up and down the street: "Just the two of you?"

"Just the two of us."

"Nothing perverted? Oh God, I can't believe I'm saying this. I've never looked at another man in all the years I've been with my partner."

Billy Bob laughed: "Then perhaps you're overdue to have your experience stretched some. By the way, you can call me sir. The other guy has the same name. But don't worry about getting confused, you'll soon find an easy way of telling us apart."

The woman flashed her eyes quickly over both of the men, her cheeks flushed: "I want to see Franz first," she said firmly. "Before I do anything for either of you."

Billy-Bob smiled: "No problem. Hop into the back of the SUV. We'll take you to our apartment block. When we get there just look up to the fourth floor, third balcony from the right. Your little doggy will be looking down at you, all bright eyed and bushy tailed. OK?"

"All right," she said. "All right then."

"Aren't we forgetting something here? What happened to the 's' word?"

She hesitated then sighed.

"All right . . . sir."

"That's better. Don't forget again or Franze might end up an unhappy dog. Get in."

The boys grinned at each other as the blonde swung her neat legs into the SUV and carefully adjusted her skirt over them.

"Don't break any speed limits," Tim said. "This would not be a great time to get pulled over."

The first thing they saw at the apartments was a dachshund's carefully coiffured head sticking out between the balcony railings. A chorus of high pitched barks proved beyond doubt that Franz had also seen his mistress, the source of all the good things in his pampered life. With equal fervor his mistress blew Franz a kiss and then yipped almost as loudly as her dog.

"Oh, God, he might fall through the bars," she wailed.

"Not a chance," Billy-Bob reassured her. "The poundage that dog is carrying, his paws are hardly touching the ground. It'd need an hydraulic jack to push him past those bars and by then he'd be about four feet long. He needs to go on whatever sort of diet you're on."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you look great. Hot is the word, I'd use. Would you say Ms Hanson looked hot, Amigo?"

"Oh, yeah, I'd say she looks hot. Hot to trot. So why are we standing around here talking about it? Let's do it."

Billy-Bob nodded: "Sounds good to me. Come on, Ms Hanson."

Inside the elevator the lady tried to pretend to avoid both boy's eyes.

"No point in being bashful, Ms Hanson." Tim laughed, leering at her. "Pretty soon you won't have any secrets at all from us."

"Why me?" she asked. "Why me and Franz? Oh, I mean, why me and Franz, sir?"

"Because I saw you driving into your house and we decided to have you," Billy-Bob explained patiently. "It's just that I don't like asking anybody for favors. I tell women what to do. And as long as we've got little Franz, your devoted dachshund we've got you by the tits. Right?"

The classy dressed lady nodded, looking as if she was trying to swallow a mouthful of pebbles.

"Yes, sir."

When the elevator door opened. Billy-Bob too her hand hard enough to make her gasp with pain.

"What have we got? Tell me again, Ms Hanson."

"You've got me by the tits, sir."

"So we have. Come on in and we'll consider where that situation might lead us."

She was taken into the apartment

"Sit down," Billy-Bob told her. "What's your first name?"

"Jade. Sir."

"No need to be nervous," Tim said. "Nobody's going to eat you -- well, not much, anyway."

Jade stared at him as if she didn't understand what he'd said, then gasped and giggled.

"Don't we have to talk about this, sir?"

Billy-Bob shook his head, grinning: "I haven't got anything I want to say. Anything you want to say, Amigo?"

Tim considered as he pulled his zip down: "How about 'suck my cock, Jade'?"

"Seems like a reasonable request to me. How about it, Jade? Would you like to take out some insurance against your little doggie not falling off the balcony?

"Oh God. Yes, sir, I'll do it."

Tim took his weapon of choice out and moved towards the couch.

"Help yourself, lady."

She put out her hand and held the offered cock by the base.

"Oh God," she said again. "I can't believe I'm really going to do this for you, sir."

But whether she believed it or not, she bowed her head towards Tim and pressed her lips against the head of his cock.

"See, it's easy," Billy-Bob told her. "And my Amigo looks as if he's enjoying it. Now give it a nice friendly licking to put him in the right mood for fucking you."

Jade turned her head to look towards Billy-Bob, then up at Tim.

"Both of you? How . . . I mean, one of you sirs in the room with me at a time?'

"Oh, no," Tim said, much amused. "No, not the two of us in the room, it's going to be the two of us in you. One fucking, the other one getting a blow job. You're going to be pulling a train, Ms Hanson, and you're going to be nice and polite to every passenger when you're told what to do. Now let's feel a little tongue action down there."

Ms Hanson gasped and shuddered, staring up at him. Then she put out her tongue like a rebellious little girl. Only there was no rebellion in what she did next, only submission. And some obvious excitement.

END OF PART ONE

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