Crazy Eight Kennels – 04 L&D

“Do we have a DEI policy here?”  

Everyone turned to Dennis the vet, who had just spoken in a questioning way.  

The Crazy Eight had congregated in what Victoria referred to as a ‘board meeting’, which in reality was where they gathered together in the main bar area of the kennels to discuss their running. There was no compulsory attendance required, nor was anyone barred from taking part, so staff members were invited to take part and contribute. The only hard and fast rule was that only the Crazy Eight could vote, and there had to be a majority for any proposal to be carried.    

“A what?” Karen said, a little confused.  

“A diversity, equity and inclusion policy,” Dennis said firmly. “You know, treating people equally, whoever or whatever they are.”  

“Why do you ask Dennis?” Kate said.  

“Let me put it another way, are all the dogs straight?” he said in reply.  

A couple of them giggled, but Shelly hushed them, “Is it something you want to try then?”  

Dennis paused for a moment before he took a deep breath, “Yes, I would, and in fact I have mentioned it to a couple of ‘friends’, and they have expressed an interest as well. If I am going to suggest they sign up as guests here, I feel I should at least try it myself.”  

“Oral or full-blown anal?” Karen asked.  

“In for a penny, in for a pound,” Dennis laughed, “I have been fisted before, so I should be okay.”  

Victoria mused for a moment before she spoke, “I am sure we are all more than happy in principle, and as long as we go for one of the calmer dogs, it should be okay, but you know they get very enthusiastic, don’t you?”  

“I have had ‘enthusiastic’ lovers before,” Dennis responded.  

“Well, we have Duke; he is calm.”  

Duke was one of the kennel's Great Danes, and a few of the women had been under him at one time or the other.  

“I would like to walk again,” Dennis laughed as he had seen Duke fuck Pam the week before, so he knew how big he was.  

“Sean would be perfect,” Kate declared, “He is nice and calm.”  

Victoria nodded in agreement. Sean was an eight-year-old Irish setter. “I agree, and he is a decent size, so you will know he is there.”  

“So speaks a voice of first-hand knowledge,” Linda laughed.  

Just at that moment, a very worried and dishevelled Pam burst into the room and blurted out, “Hannibal has escaped.”  

“Fuck,” exclaimed Cathy.

Hannibal was a half Rottweiler and half devil. None of the women would bend over when he was about, as he had a habit of jumping and raping, or trying to rape, anyone he thought was a suitable bitch. With him on the loose, who knows what could happen if he came across a female he decided he wanted.  

“Karen, we need to get the Dyke Army out looking before it gets dark,” Victoria said urgently.  

Karen nodded and, picking up her walkie-talkie talkie briefed the head of the female security team, otherwise known as the ‘Dyke Army.’ 

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