by Cyb

Chupa Chups: It's been so crazy, I did not count!
Lex Licks: 0
Sneaky Licks: 4 VV Good!
Esteban Sightings: 1! VVV BAD!
     
The most horrible, horrible thing happened today. More horrible than the time I went to rent some naughty films but the tapes had been switched around and I ended up watching Fly Fishing For You And Your Waders and Basic Instinct. My nights were filled with very many horrid dreams of Ms. Sharon Stone's Hairy CrotchBeast rising up out of a lake and attacking me while I tried to fish in my hot pink waders! I woke weeping on many, many mornings.

What happened today was even worse.

I was preparing Master Lex's special breakfast of two dozen raw oysters and Fruity's largest cucumber when I heard voices beside the pool. One of them was the sexy purr of my Master, but the other...

I tiptoed out to have a look, and there I saw him speaking to my own brother, Esteban! He was standing beside the pool in a blue satin jumpsuit with flared legs and black patent platform shoes. I screamed and dropped the breakfast tray, drawing their attention.

"Good morning, brother," Esteban said with a grin that made my tummy cold.

Master smiled in greeting, and gave a wave of his wonderfully toned arm. "Enrique! Wonderful news. I've hired your brother Esteban to be our new pool boy!"

"No! For all that is holy in the world! For all that is holey in my body! Please, Master, no!" I dropped on my knees before him, as I had often daydreamed of doing, but this time it was not for anything fun.

"Now, now, Enrique. We need help with the pool. I'm not trying to replace you. It's just that you're nearly overrun with your duties already, and it would be good to share one of those duties with Esteban."

My Master is so sweet and considerate and sexy. I knew I could not dissuade him, so I nodded numbly and began to plot in my mind how to get rid of Esteban.

That night, Sneaky came over and gave little Enrique's head some nice licks. It did take my mind off matters for a while, but the nightmares still came...
 


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