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Desirée kicked her car and swore. Tanya raised her eyebrows questioningly.
"This damn car won't start!" Desirée complained, pounding the wheel.
Tanya had never seen her so furious, nor ever heard her swear. But she knew nothing about how to fix a car or make it run.
The blonde began to cry. She wanted to see Mark, so very, very much. She wanted to meet him at the airport, dressed and made-up as she was, to dazzle him and throw her arms around him. She was very happy that nothing had happened last night during her meeting with Hemmings and Dr. Braun. She remembered meeting them, speaking to Braun, having the injection in her bottom, and then talking to Braun some more. Just before leaving, he told her that she had tested negative for all the known canine diseases, but that she should return often to be monitored by Dr. Hemmings. She remembered nothing else, except that she felt very relaxed and well as she walked out with Tanya, who had been waiting for two hours talking to Hemmings in the waiting room.
Anyway, feeling clean and free of any problems with Hemmings, though with a smarting conscience for her behavior with Priscilla and Clete, she wanted to be in Mark's arms right now. To make love with him, to erase from her mind - again - the stain of her misdeeds. She knew he was coming back for a purpose, to officially initiate a hunt for Lobo, the murdering and raping wild dog, but she hoped he would at least have a half-hour for her before the meeting.
But now, she was sorely disappointed. Mark would be standing there in the airport wondering where she was while she was stuck here in the driveway with a dead motor.
Desirée leaned her head against the steering wheel and sobbed. Tanya tried to comfort her, but it was useless. She loved him so much and the car was depriving her of time with him that she sorely needed.
Mark Denning picked up his bag from the small carousel and looked at his watch. He was late and he hoped Desirée hadn't been waiting long. He hated to keep the dear, sweet angel waiting. His eyes scanned the airport and saw nothing of her dazzling beauty that was impossible to miss. But he looked again nevertheless.
Worried, he checked his watch again to see that he had read it properly. Desirée was never late and if she wasn't here now, then it meant something was wrong.
"Waiting for someone, handsome?" said a familiar, sultry voice.
Mark looked up. "Priscilla. What are you doing here?"
"Little Dezzy couldn't make it, Darling. She was otherwise occupied, shall I say?"
"I'm in no mood for jokes. How did you know I was going to be here?"
Priscilla laughed irresistibly. "Oh, Mark, I can know anything I want to know. Don't forget who you're talking to."
"To the world's worst, scheming, spoiled brat," he retorted. "What have you done with Desirée?"
The auburn-haired girl laughed again. "Mark, Mark, you silly boy. Why would I do anything with her. She's a big girl and can do anything she likes, when she likes. It seems she had something else to do right now other than come for you. It's a good thing I dropped by."
"Dropped by? I really believe that."
"Well, you'd better," she said with a broad smile, taking his hand and leading him along. "My car is right out here waiting, and you'll want some time to freshen up before the town meeting."
Through the glass doors, Priscilla's car was standing at the curb in a no-parking zone, being eyed by a man in uniform. The police officer smiled and relaxed when he saw them, for both of them were well-known in the county. Still angry, and somewhat worried, Mark tossed his bag in the back seat and got in on the right side. Priscilla took the wheel.
"Listen, Priss, if this is one of your tricks-"
"When have I ever played tricks," the girl said, pulling away. "I know you're under pressure and you deserve better than you're getting. I know you've made mistakes that could come back on you big-time. You should have put a bounty on that dog and you let it go by and now six cattle and fourteen sheep have been killed, a hen house raided, and a young man mauled to death. You could have prevented it, but you didn't, and now things are coming down around your ears. Am I right?"
Mark twitched and kicked the floor. "Damn it, Priscilla, you're right. I should have stopped this before it got this far but I didn't listen to Clete. Now everything is out of hand, and from what I hear, it's more than one dog, it's a whole pack of them." Mark lit a cigarette and kicked the floor again. "Fuck! Everything is going to hell here and I had to leave important negotiations to come back and sort them out. So what's this bullshit you're giving me about Desirée?"
"No bullshit, Mark darling," Priscilla said smoothly. "A lot of things have happened while you were spending so much time pursuing your political career. The girl gets lonely and needs company. She's keeping it right now with one of your least favorite people." Priscilla stopped the car in front of a row of condominiums and turned off the engine.
"Stop jerking me off, Priscilla!" Mark said with growing irritation. "Tell me what you've done with Desirée."
"Not what I've done, lover," the girl said. "It's what she's doing right now. You let it go too long and now she just can't tear herself away. You want to know who she's with?" Priscilla drew a video tape out of her handbag. "Just come on in and take a look at this."
Mark looked around. "Whose place is this?"
"One of my father's town houses," she said casually, getting out and walking toward the front door without looking back.
Mark followed reluctantly. Still, he was curious to see where all this was leading. The video tape aroused his interest. Certainly, there had to be something on it, and though he was not sure he wanted to see what it held, he felt compelled to find out.
Priscilla keyed the door open and they went in. It was nearly as big as Mark's home, and decorated opulently. Priscilla's father was such a rich prick!
"Take off your jacket," she said, pushing him down on the sofa in front of the television. "Let's talk."
"I don't really have time for intimate conversation, Priscilla. I've got a town meeting to be at with members of the public attending. I mustn't be late. I'm coming late with this thing as it is."
"Then let's not delay your coming another minute." The girl zipped down her tight-fitting mini-dress and let it fall around her ankles, the big, heavy tits falling free, the brownish nipples taut with desire.
Mark's mouth fell open. The young man had had no female attention in several days and the sight of her lovely body caused his prick to stiffen instantly. The strength to resist left him, as it always did, almost immediately, and while he sat there, immobilized by his own hormones, Priscilla knelt in front of him, unfastened his pants and belt, and drew his trousers quickly off his legs. Her wet mouth went instantly to his throbbing cock and with a groan Mark arched his shaft into her throat.
"Damn you, Priss, you cock-sucking bitch!"
"Yeah," she said between slurps. "But you love it."
She looked up at him, smiling cattishly. "You like what I'm doing, Mark darling?"
Mark didn't answer. He couldn't, his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. His heart hammered with the beating of his transformation from serious politician to lover - there was no way of stopping it, he realized. His cock's large hardness couldn't be denied. Neither could Priscilla. He glanced at the clock on the wall with agonized eyes. He wasn't going to make that meeting at this rate.
Then, suddenly he didn't care. His ex-lover's ministrations and sensuous provocations were too much. Nothing else mattered to him now but plunging his aching cock into her delightful flesh, and Mark reached for Priscilla, his hand slipping gently beneath her auburn tresses and drawing her head to him. Their lips met momentarily and then broke apart - reaching out but not quite touching. He drew her closer, grasping her lower lips between his teeth and pulling the moist, soft flesh into his mouth - his teeth slipped off and his lips devoured her as he sucked her lips into her mouth.
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