Crazy Eight Kennels 03-CY

The big screen sprang into life, and Victoria smiled as she saw her old friend Kay. The pair had met while working in the Dallas Office when Victoria was back working for the investment firm. Kay was in the legal department at the time, although she had since left and joined a small legal firm in her hometown. The two women had clicked from the first time they met and had become firm friends, staying in contact even after Victoria returned to England after her six-month attachment. There was never anything sexual between them, just a pair with a shared sense of humour and a passion for devilment.  

“Good to see you Vic,” Kay beamed with her normal happy face.  

“And you Kay. I take it you have read the email and looked at the links to the other material I sent you?”  

By the way, Kay coloured up Victoria knew she had watched at least some of the dog videos she had sent links to. She wanted Kay to fully understand what went on at the kennels, as she needed advice with regards to the potential new client. The accompanying brief had given Kay as much detail as she had.  

“Well, it’s certainly a big change in direction for you since we last met face to face,” Kay laughed, “Back then you were too busy chasing cowboys...and the odd cowgirl I seem to recall.”  

Victoria smiled to herself as she had frequently hinted strongly to Kay that she was willing to share more than just a few drinks and a meal if she was interested. Kay always declined, saying she was flattered, but she just didn’t swing that way.  

“Have to ask if you...” Kay said, then paused, trying to find the right way of putting it.  

Victoria laughed loudly, “You want to know if I fuck dogs?” Seeing Kay blush a deep shade of red went on, “Take a look at video number 10, see if you recognise the woman, that will answer your question.”  

Victoria paused while Kay located the clip and then watched, her mouth falling open as she saw Victoria on all fours being pounded by a large American Staffordshire Terrier. When the clip finished, Kay looked at the screen, her face flushed red, and she couldn’t find her voice.  

“That’s Rupert,” Victoria said brightly, “and as you have just seen, the answer to your question is a resounding yes.”  

Kay had recovered her composure and perched a pair of reading glasses on her nose, then scanned her yellow legal pad before speaking.  

“Okay, ignoring the fact that the whole act is illegal anyway, from your email, I gather your main concern is whether the woman...CY can have any comeback to you.” Victoria nodded as her friend continued, “The easiest way to protect yourself is to get clear confirmation from CY that she gives SB full power of attorney for SB to decide whatever is best for her. Then get SB to state what she wants done and why she wants it done.”  

“Sounds like a plan,” Victoria laughed.  

“One last thing, and I am sure you know more about this than I do, get CY to give you a safe word, that way you can use the...’she could get out of it any time she wanted,’ defence if needed.” 

Victoria beamed, “Thanks, Kay.”  

“Whoa,” Kay laughed, “If she goes to the police, you are totally fucked, you know that, don’t you?”  

“Not half as fucked as she will be after Rupert has finished with her.” Victoria smiled. “Seriously, thanks for your advice, Kay, and you know you are always welcome here if you ever want a change of scenery.”  

Kay smiled, “I doubt that will happen, but thank you for thinking of me.”  

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