MY DOGS I - A Night at the Kennels - Chapters 1-5 - Sex Stories

MY DOGS I - A Night at the Kennels - Chapters 1-5

... every day, something super urgent came up, somebody ordered pizza or sushi, lots of yelling, more furious typing, cursing - and suddenly it was 7 or 8 and I just left while devs were still at it.

I had joined the start-up 14 months ago but hadn’t made any friends. The devs kept to themselves. All of them were friendly and even though they communicated with each other using curse words and lots of “bro” they were always polite when asking me for help. Most of them were in their mid-twenties and the dress code was… well, one could say “casual”, but “sandals, army shorts, and band shirts” would describe it a lot better. I made a point of being well-dressed when I came to the office. Nothing over the top, certainly not provocative. White blouse, black skirt, black shoes, no high heels. I don’t know why, but this somehow felt right to me. It took me some time to figure out that this is how Mom dressed when she was still working. I know that most of the devs liked to look at me. At 23, I stood at 5’1 and I knew that even though I certainly wasn’t a knock-out, I had a nice body and even a conservative blouse and skirt brought out more curves than some of the devs could handle. Almost all of them were between slightly and severely overweight, almost all of them had bad skin and one or two had very strong body odor. I still liked them. None of them had ever made a move at me, said something inappropriate or made me uncomfortable.

I wanted to be at the kennel between 6 and 7, ...

... so I made sure to finish the travel expenses before 5, cleaned up all the other things off my desk, and got ready to leave around 6. I noticed that the atmosphere in the office changed, it was calm and quiet around 5 and then things got more agitated. Don, the head of development came over: “The cheque for the cloud service bounced… can you check what happened”? It took another hour to follow up on that, clear the cheque with the bank, notify the cloud provider that we had transferred the money, and so on. It was after 7 when I had finally cleaned up the whole mess.

I called the animal shelter lady and asked if she’d still be around if I came 7:30ish.

“Oh, honey, I’m not sure. But you got the address and the kennels are in front of the house. You can just go and have a look. You know, when you find the right dog, your dog… you will know. You don’t need me to tell you”.

I said bye to the folks in the office, rushed to my car, sped out of the parking garage - and then was stuck in traffic for over half an hour. I made it to the shelter and looked at my phone. 8:07pm. Damn. 9-to-5 had been another 9:30-to-7 today…

The shelter was a large, U-shaped compound at the outskirts of town. An ugly house that looked like it was cobbled together from half a dozen other ugly houses sat at the back of the property. Left and right of the driveway to the house were large kennels, like a row of garages on both sides. I could smell a very distinct odor… it smelled of dog shit, dog ...