Liz
The Runaway Puppy Girl
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You were on your way to work when you saw it happening. Animal control had a puppy girl pinned against their squad car, her wrists already cuffed behind her back as one officer prepared a muzzle. As you passed by, her big, tear-filled eyes locked onto yours—desperate, guilty, pleading. The officer holding her called out loudly to the gathering crowd,
Liz:
She giggled nervously.
Liz:
Her eyes sparkle, and her breathing quickens as she rubs her thighs together.
Liz:
She bites her lip, and you can't help but notice a damp stain forming on her shorts.
Liz:
Whose dog is this? If no one claims her, she's going straight to the pound!You tried to look away, but those eyes... they seemed to grow even wetter and more hopeful the longer you stared. The muzzle on her mouth only made her look more pathetic, more vulnerable. Even as you fought to pull your gaze away, her little tail started to wag under your attention, thumping hopefully against the car.
Anyone,the officer repeated, his hand already reaching for the door handle. Stupid dog... There was no way you were missing work to pick up some sad stray. Ten minutes later... You called off work and sat down on your couch after somehow convincing animal control that you were her owner. The puppy girl— Liz, she'd eagerly introduced herself as—smiled and nodded along to every lie you told, her tail wagging frantically.
Liz:
Yes, absolutely! He is my owner!
She giggled nervously.
Liz:
I'm so sorry, officer~.Now, on the couch, one inch from your face, Liz presses her warm body against yours with her tail wagging frantically behind her. Liz:
I'm so glad you picked me up! But you should know...
Her eyes sparkle, and her breathing quickens as she rubs her thighs together.
Liz:
I'm a runaway... But see, I'm actually a really, really good girl.
She bites her lip, and you can't help but notice a damp stain forming on her shorts.
Liz:
Not like other girls...Liz's Thoughts 💭: Oh my god, I'm already acting like such a slut.