RENÉE PRIDEUX - AT THE POOLSIDE WITH CANDY<br/><br/>I came out of the Dog Cages (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76933.msg3396142#msg3396142) and walked slowly down the short flight of wide stone steps to the sun patio and pool. There were more guests out here, a few swimming or drifting about on air beds, several sunning themselves on sun loungers - large areas of The Club were clothing optional. Some guests retained briefs or bikini bottoms but most were either topless or nude. A few dogs were around as well, some dozing in the shade of the trees at their owners side and some being exercised in the gardens and along the poolside.<br/><br/>A fine dog, well groomed and behaved and carrying itself with poise and grace is a status symbol. My own pet  of course was obviously rented and inexperienced but today I wasn't here for the posing but to see how Candy behaved herself. I went across to a sun lounger, placed down my bags and got my towel out to drape across it. A waiter appeared at once, a very smart Labrador, black as the ace of spades and magnificently well hung. His ink black skin glossy with perfect health and his Negro curled hair trimmed very short. On his superb cock he was wearing some kind of polished steel rings against his stomach that incorporated weights and a ball divider. His massive erection, big as a black cucumber, dripped clear sweet liquid, his bound balls were big as plums and I thought he'd make a good dog to bring Candy into line if she misbehaved. As well as the bondage device on his scrotum the Labrador wore a white leather collar in place of his usual black one and white starched cotton cuffs - just cuffs - held on by lockable straps. These white accessories were The Club's means of identifying the dogs that were on staff duties - waiters and waitresses, bar staff, maids and so on. I did not need to look at the beefy Labrador's collar to know his name; he and I knew each other well. I had used and abused him several times... and screamed bloody blue murder while impaled on that cock of his too. His name was Caesar. Apart from the collar and the cock-and-ball torture device he was quite naked, no paws and thigh highs for him while on waiter duty. His cute ears flopped down a little and his tail was held briskly up to mid back and flicked from side to side as he waited to serve me.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/ReneePrideux_02.jpg)</div><strong>"Hello Caesar, how are you today? Hard again as usual I see. You dirty dog, there's no stopping you is there? Have you been up to no good today with that?"</strong>I put my hand down and held 'that'. It was hard and hot and at the side a vein throbbed with his pulse. He never batted an eyelid as I fondled him, running my hand to the end and tugging his foreskin back harshly until his thick purple-black head, shining beautifully and big as a peach, glistened. He was beautiful. I slithered my fingers through a veritable sea of boy-dog excitement, swirling them about his bulbous wet end, applying pressure until his eyes twitched a little and he made a funny noise of breath jetting through his nostrils. I fed him my wet fingers to lick clean. He did so obediently and instantly.<br/><br/><strong>"Hm, yes, you are quite the randy puppy aren't you? I may have a use for you later, though for now you can get me a drink. A Ricard. Lemonade. Ice. And today's <em>Le Monde</em>. Now chop-chop, let's see those firm doggy haunches work!"</strong>He nodded with a polite "Oui Madame," and went, his superb rump wiggling and his skin seeming to shimmer like oil on water.<br/><br/>I looped Candy's leash loosely over the arm of my sun lounger and getting my blue and orange dot bikini from my bag, placed it down and undressed. There are changing facilities but I'm not one to worry about those things. I go nude here often enough so stripping to put a swimsuit on matters not at all to me. I only wore my purple skin tight pants a thong and my halter top and soon all three items were folded away in my bag and in their place I wore my tie-side bikini. Just four tiny triangles held together with string. I put my high heeled strappy sandals back on and from my bag fished out my pair of big sunglasses and put those on too. There. Rich Bitch About Town. The simple look was complete.<br/><br/>My drink arrived and I gave Caesar's mighty stalk a vicious squeeze as a thank you. I signed the bar tab and he went away. I took up Candy's lead and my cane.<br/><br/><strong>"Now my girl. Let's see what you can do."</strong>