William Knoff - LOUNGE<br/><br/>I sat down, after greeting Renée, and Laurenne, and placed my things next to me on an empty chair.  Holding my empty glass up in the air, I rattled it's lonely ice cubes at our bartender, then picked up the menu, and gave it a cursory inspection.  I really should eat, something, anything, as I'd gone the last 24 hours with nothing more solid in my stomach than an olive or two from a couple of martini's I'd enjoyed at the club, yesterday, before heading out to the casino.<br/><br/><strong>"Crab salad, Raul, please."</strong><br/><br/>I passed my menu to Raul, and turned my attention to the women,<strong>"I heard there's a new girl in the Kennel, not mine though.  I believe she's a club dog."</strong>My bitch still hadn't arrived yet, but she was an expensive, and special order.  She'd come, when she came.  Hopefully soon.  Ever since being accepted as a full member, I'd been consumed with the idea of breaking in my own special pet, and some months ago, I'd finally written a draft, and placed my order with Monsieur Marc, and arranged to have the bitch kenneled at the club, and available for the other club members to torment.<strong>"I've ordered a pet of my own, Renée, but she has not been delivered yet.  I trust I can count on you to help break her in?"</strong><br/><br/>My drink arrived, and I gave a grateful nod to Raul, and took a long refreshing sip before setting the chilled glass on the table.<br/><br/><strong>"I did rent that Dachsund out, but I made a terrible mistake.  I let her drink, and every inhibition she possessed fled her.  I was forced to bind her, arms and legs to keep her from pleasuring herself again and again on that rounded knob on the leg of my dining table.  I swear she actually rubbed the varnish off, and exposed bare wood."</strong><br/><br/>I wondered if she was still in the club's kennels.  If so, and if my own special order was not delivered soon, I contemplated renting her out for day, and tormenting her, possibly sharing her with Renée, and Laurenne too, if they were of a mind to have a little fun.  I made a mental note to check the kennels after I'd satisfied my hunger.