I collapsed back onto the sofa, slipping my shoes back off and sinking into the cushioning. If someone came round and said one of the dogs had to be taken again, I'd blow my lid, that was for certain. No-one came. It was just me, Star and Roiyaru, though in a few minutes it'd only really be me when Roiyaru mounted Star- they'd be too engaged in puppy ecstasy to worry about anything else. I spared a quick glance back down to the two puppies, making sure Roiyaru wasn't being too violent- whilst I wanted him to act freely to get Star used to being mounted, I didn't fancy the idea of him fucking her as brutally as I was certain the guards had during her transformation. I shuddered at the thought. Barbarians...<br/><br/>Reaching down to my bag I felt something catch in my right hand, prompting me to sit up quickly again, cursing.<br/><br/><strong>"Fuck.. fuck.. ahh..." </strong>I swore, wincing as the mechanical knuckles in my right ring finger caught, sending an acute shot of pain down my arm. Using my left hand I started massaging the digit slowly, flexing it back and forth. It'd been nearly two decades since the accident, and my hand had lasted well, up until the last few months at least. My fingers were catching more and more frequently, and every time they did I was forcefully reminded of the incident that left me with the prosthetic device causing me trouble. I shook my head, gripping my hand into a fist- there, back to normal. Shaking my hand out I returned to fetch the papers I'd been looking for- Star's paperwork.<br/><br/>I sat back, casting a lazy eye over the two dogs before going back to the paperwork. The information they provided was always so inadequate, at least to me. Most owners just wanted to know what the dog was like now, and the information given on their sheet offered them this. It didn't tell you about their past, their old name, anything. 'Not much call for it' I thought miserably, scanning down the list.<br/><br/>As far as club dogs went Star had undergone little modifications beyond what was normal- she was on heat, the old DNA modifications, yadda yadda yadda. She was pierced, though currently she had no jewellery fitted- perhaps something to invest in. I paused, looking up from the paper. Invest in? Why had I thought about investing in jewellery for a rented bitch? She was an interesting case for sure, but... I pushed the matter out of my mind. I'd think about it later.<br/><br/>Her profile was thouroughly unstimulating, as they all were, and it was quickly returned to my handbag. I pulled out my spiral notepad again, rummaging about for a Biro or pencil, pausing and closing my eyes. 'Really Amanda, did you have to take notes all the time?' I sighed, putting the pad back. I always came here to relax, and always found myself coming back with handfulls of notes instead-<em>'Ten minutes' </em>I thought,<em>'Ten minutes, just to relax for a bit'</em>... I slumped back against the back of the sofa, stretching my feet out- the dogs wouldn't mind my watching.