Mistaken Identity
Mistaken Identity
( an entry for Coyotek's third contest. Geno and Coyotka are © Coyotek)
Alexandria, Egypt
Coyotka put the trowel and brush she was using to clean off the mosaic that may hold the secret they sought, just in case she was tempted to bounce it off the Professor's head. The ricochet could damage the hieroglyphics and then they would never solve the puzzle.
"You must be yiffing kidding!" She exclaimed.
"Unfortunately I am not." Professor Smyth replied sadly. The balding, elderly dessert rat was nervously turning his pith helmet around in his tiny paws.
"But we are almost there." The tall, dark-haired coyote complained. Tears of frustration were forming in her eyes. She removed her rimless pince-nez glasses and rubbed them dry before the professor could see how upset she was. "This is so unfair."
"I understand my dear, but we have no choice. Both the Bureau of Antiquities and the Ministry for Internal Security have ordered us to leave."
Coyotka turned her back on the rat as the tears came faster. This was supposed to be her big break, the dig that would make a name for her. Her Doctoral dissertation was based on this discovery, and its success was vital to her being awarded her Ph.D. in Archaeology.
The year before, back in the University of Warsaw, she and Professor Smyth had collaborated on a paper predicting that the temple of Bastet, the cat goddess, could be found in Alexandria. Coyotek had poured through ancient documents and translated tablet after tablet for over a year before even setting pen to paper. Her work had allowed them to calculate exactly where in the city founded by Alexander the Great the two thousand year old temple would be.
While the Ptolemaic, the Greeks that had founded the city, worshiped many gods the cat-goddess Bastet was their principal deity. She was usually depicted as a black or golden cat, although there was speculation that the colour was dependant on the material used for the statue. Others, like Coyotka, believed that the statues might have been painted with patterns, adorned with wigs, and draped with jewellery and clothing, but none had survived with these accouterments intact.
Coyotka's thesis had ensured her Master's Degree, and paved the way for permission to dig. Sure enough, they found signs of the buried temple right where her paper predicted they would. From there they quickly found the entrance to the outer vestibule, but that's when their troubles began. In the six months since they had been unable to discover the entrance to the inner sanctuary. In addition, their presence on what was still considered by many as holy ground had created a security situation. Pressure was being brought to bear from Cairo to have a national team take over the dig.
"Who are these people?" Coyotka sniffled as she wiped her eyes. "We're trying to bring their cultural heritage to light and they attack us like we were grave robbers."
"They appear to be a fanatical cult of pagans." Smyth commented, slipping into lecture mode naturally in from of his pretty young student. "Local jackals mostly, they blend in with the rest of the population by day but come out to worship Bastet and the other ancient gods at night. To them we are temple defilers and grave robbers. They are afraid that we will take their sacred objects away with us."
"No. Well, maybe a couple." She admitted. "The Uniwersytet Warszawski is funding this dig after all. The Antiquities Bureau agreed to share the findings."
"You know the politics involved." Professor Smyth shook his head wearily. "If we had found something six months ago they would have been forced to comply, but now they can use our lack of progress to wrest the glory from our paws. The Secretary General of the Supreme Council of Antiquities, Haji Zawass, will be taking over the dig. He is a powerful creature in this government. He is spearheading their efforts to have all the artefacts from the world's foremost museums returned."
"That's because he sold most of them to those museums." She snorted in disgust. "More artefacts have disappeared under his care than stayed here. He's corrupt."
"Nevertheless, his appointment means that this dig is over for us. We will never be allowed to take the articles we have already collected back."
"If we could just find the key phase to decode this mural." Coyotka pounded the stone with her paw, but gently so as not to damage the carving. The key phase, like that on the Rosetta Stone, should have been carved on one of the statues or sarcophagi that would have decorated the outer courtyard, but that piece was missing. It had probably been destroyed or removed by the ancient crusaders. "I know that I have seen it somewhere in my research." She mused, wracking her brain for the memory that was eluding her. "But where? London, the Louvre, Warsaw?"
Professor Smyth, a former British Army Special Forces operative, made a rude gesture, circling his snout with his digits and jerking his paw in a masturbation-like motion. He mumbled something absently.
Coyotka whipped her head around and caught the last of the gesture. "What was that you said?" She asked urgently.
The diminutive rat turned red. "Uh, nothing ... nothing important."
"No, it reminded me of something. Do it again."
The professor returned his paw to his snout and repeated the gesture half-heartedly. "Fuck Knows." He said under his breath.
"Fuck Knows?"
He moved his paw more vigorously. "Fuck ... nose. It's an expression that means 'to yiff' amongst the primates and ..."
"I get it now. I get it. You can stop doing that. Anytime now." She turned away from the distraction. "Fuck nose. Fuck Knows. Who the fuck knows? Who the fuck says? Fuck ... says? Phucksez! Of course! The sarcophagus of Phucksez II." Now that she had made the connection her mind raced. Phucksez II had ruled Alexandria at the height of the Ptolemaic empire. The temple of Bastet was built during his reign. "I'll bet that his coffin in the Arsenal museum in Warsaw has the key phase on it. That's where I've seen it before!"
"Do you have photos of the sarcophagus?" The professor asked. "Something detailed enough to show the hieroglyphics?"
"No. I'll have to go back and examine it myself."
"But my dear, we have no more funds and you already gave up your apartment in Warsaw. How will you get there? What will you eat? Where will you stay?"
"I have just enough for a round trip air ticket. I can be back in three days. As for room and board, I have a friend there that I can stay with."
* * * * * * * *
Warsaw, Poland
3000 kilometres to the north, Geno sat at her kitchen table reading the note that someone had shoved under her apartment door and realized that she was in deep gowno.
"I'll be at the BoNo club at eleven. Be there Blondie." The note read. It was not signed, but Geno knew from whom it had come. Bruno.
Bruno was the leader of a gang of doberman pinschers that was moving in on the clubs of Poland's capital city. He ran the drugs that the children of the elite took when they partied, he supplied the hookers for the businessmen when they entertained and he supplied the photos to their parents or wives when they did not pay for him not to. He took care of the entertainment staff that were loyal to him and paid their cut, and he also took care of those who did not, in a rather decisive manner.
In short, if you sold drugs, pole danced or yiffed for cash in Warsaw these days you either worked for Bruno or you did not work at all. Geno did not sell drugs, but she could swing on a brass bar with the best of them and the individually wrapped packages one could find in her purse were not bubblegum, despite her tendency to chew on them and blow them up when she was bored.
She had been keeping one step ahead of Bruno's pack of enforcers, but it looked like they had finally caught up to her. The note as much as said "we know where you live".
Geno wondered what she should do. Bruno had left word at several bars to the effect that he considered Geno to be in his debt for failing to pay tithe to him. How much debt he had not indicated, but she knew that hey would do terrible things to her if she could not pay up. The last two holdouts Geno knew of had both been caught by his boys last week. One was still missing, at least most of her was still missing, her paws had showed up in a bag in front of police headquarters, the other had lost her hair and was working the bad part of town, a nervous wreck.
Geno's problem was that she had no money to pay the dog with. She spent most of her earnings on clothes, jewelled piercings and Ink for her fur. She only got the best of each, and had blown the last of her cash on some funky pharaoh bullshit saying inked into the fur across the top of her ass. The artist had trimmed her, dyed each hair individually and trimmed her again so that the symbols stood out like bas relief carvings across her butt. It was pretty funky, and very expensive, but the clientele loved it. Almost as much as they liked sucking on some of her piercings while pounding her pussy. Sick buggers, when you thought about it.
She shook her head. Her mind was wandering again. Think Geno, think, she thought. Where can you go to hide out until you can either raise some cash or Bruno gets arrested? She sat with her chin in one paw, drumming the digits of the other on the table, her green eyes half closed in concentration. Just then her phone rang.
She picked it up tentatively, half expecting the gravely voice of a doberman on the other end. "He ... hello?" A hiss and a burst of static greeted her. A familiar voice came through the interference sporadically.
"... eno? ...me, Coyotka. Listen, I .... stay for a few days ... and I thought ... airport ... flight 82 ... this afternoon. What do you say?
"I'd love to come for a visit." Geno cried, relieved. "Flight 82 you say? I'll check it out. You'll be waiting at the airport for me?"
" ... kay. See you then. .... pack light so .... Bye." The line went dead.
Perfect, she thought. I should have enough air miles saved up from always buying condoms from the same druggist all these years to fly down to Egypt. Coyotka was always talking about having me down there for a visit, she thought. Once I'm there I can hook up with some rich sheik of whatever it is they have and lay low until it's safe to return. Pack light she said. No problem honey.
Geno threw a few personal items and a dozen condoms into a carryon bag and headed out the door, turning out the lights and shutting off the gas as she went.
She left the note from Bruno on the table.
* * * * * * * *
Coyotka packed light, knowing that Geno would have spare clothes that fit her well enough. She had left the site in a rush, racing to Alexandria's El Nozha airport to catch EgyptAir's flight 82A direct to Warsaw. The telephone line to Europe had been bad, as always, so she had kept the conversation short, but she was sure she had gotten all the pertinent information across.
"Geno?" She had said after the line connected. "It's me, Coyotka. Listen, I need a place to stay for a few days in Warsaw and I thought about you right away. Can you pick me up at the airport? I'll be on flight 82 alpha this afternoon. What do you say?
"... come for a visit." Came through the static. "Flight 82... I'll ... out. ... Waiting at the ... for ..."
"Okay. See you then. I'll have to pack light so have some clothes ready for me. Bye."
Reviewing the conversation on the plane as they buzzed toward Poland, Coyotka was not certain that Geno would be at the airport to meet her. She might have said that she would be out but would meet her later in the evening somewhere. No matter. Coyotka knew where Geno kept her spare key and it was not the first time that she had crashed in her friends place.
Arriving at the Warsaw airport she exited through the lane for Polish nationals, breezing through customs and immigration easily since she had packed no more than a few personal items. The barrier erected since nine-eleven kept debarking passengers separated from boarding passengers, and she never saw Geno sitting with her back to the divider, waiting to get on flight 82B, the return leg to Egypt. In fifteen minutes she was out and looking for a taxi.
It was late on a Saturday afternoon, and the Museums closed early so she would have to wait until Monday morning to check out the Pharaoh's tomb. But in the meantime she and Geno could catch up. They would tell each other what they had been up to. They would discuss mutual friends and family, like her twin brother Coyotek, who had a soft spot for Geno, and something hard to go along with it. They would gossip about the people they knew. And maybe, just maybe, they would rekindle a little on-again off-again affair that they had been having since sharing a room together in boarding school.
Coyotka arrived at Geno's apartment building and fished the spare key out from under a garden gnome beside the walkway. She let herself in and climbed the four flights of stairs to Geno's floor. It was no problem for her. Working on the dig had kept her fit and trim.
"Geno! Geno?" She called as she swept into the apartment. The name echoed back, evidently the apartment was empty. She looked around for a clue as to where Geno could be. She saw the note sitting in the middle of the kitchen table and picked it up.
It did not look like Geno's pawwriting, but then again the blond cat was always trying out new calligraphy styles. She swore that one day she would give up turning tricks and open an ink and piercing shop of her own. Coyotka had her doubts about that, but wisely kept her opinion to herself. This style was very blocky and masculine, but not unattractive, she supposed. It said "I'll be at the BoNo club at eleven. Be there Blondie."
Coyotka blushed. That was just like Geno. When they were staying together the orange and white spotted cheetah with the large breasts and the luscious thighs liked to dress Coyotka up in her working clothes then pretend to be her client. She even had a blond wig for Coyotka to wear, which she had purchased for herself when an experiment with purple dye and scissors had gone wrong. Geno called Coyotka 'Blondie' when she wore it. Except for her glasses, which she left off for such occasions, she really did look a bit like Warsaw's most infamous hooker in that get up. A little less busty perhaps, but her ass and thighs were just as nice. At least Geno liked to say so, when she was stroking them, just before inserting the translucent blue latex dildo they called "Mister .....
Coyotka shook her head. Her mind was wandering, and it was making her panties damp. Let's see what clothes Geno has left for me, she thought as she made her way into the bedroom. There on the bed was the gear Geno typically wore for a night out trolling for clients. A pair of jean shorts cut so high that they couldn't hide a shaving rash, a bright yellow thong, two scraps of violet material for her arms and a top with more holes than Switzerland's famous cheese. An assortment of leather straps with heavy chrome buckles held the ensemble together. The blond wig sat, as always, on a bust of Karol Józef Wojtyla, made when he was still Archbishop of Kraków. It looked strangely appropriate framing his strong, square face.
Coyotka striped of her sweaty, dusty traveling clothes and ran her paws down over her breasts, across her flat stomach, and along the line of tender skin at the tops of her thighs. A shower was in order. Then a nap and a bit of a supper before hitting the BoNo Club, where Geno would be waiting to hire her 'Blondie' for the night.
A shiver went through her as she imagined how the night would end. She was tempted to stroke her dampening slit with one digit, but she resisted. She had a feeling that she would be getting it serviced soon enough.
* * * * * * * *
Geno arrived in Egypt in the early evening after an uneventful flight. She was disappointed not to find Coyotka waiting for her by the exit from the baggage claim area, but she supposed that something important might have come up at the dig. Coyotka had written that the site was only a few minutes cab ride from the airport, so Geno decided to surprise her by going straight there. At the tourist information desk she asked for a cab driver that could speak Polish or English and directed him to take her to the excavation of Bastet's Temple.
The driver, a jackal in a stripped robe, gave her a curious look, but he seemed to know where he was going. Five minutes later Geno was standing by the abandoned guard post at the dig's entrance. She walked in and headed for the trailers that looked like residences and workshops.
The third one she tried turned out to be Coyotka's. Her friend was absent, probably down inside the temple, Geno supposed. While she waited she decided to take a shower and change. She had left so suddenly that she had not washed first and her clothes were not suitable for the oppressive heat and humidity of the delta. Fortunately Coyotka's trailer had a portable shower unit.
Towelling herself off, Geno looked through her friend's closet for some suitable clothes. Coyotka had a collection of tan and khaki shirts, shorts and boots, along with a couple of pith helmets and some work gloves. They were all clean so Geno pulled on a matching set. The bust and ass areas were a little tight, but she fit well enough if she left a couple of buttons undone and did not try to bend over too far. She had forgotten to pack spare underwear so she went commando for now. Coyotka could direct her to a lingerie store tomorrow.
Dressed in the skin-tight outfit Geno went in search of Coyotka, or anyone else for that matter. The place seemed deserted. She followed a line of electric lamps that led down into the dig itself, and soon found herself wandering the ancient halls of the temple. The rooms were bare, looted long before the sandstorm that had covered this building occurred, according to her friend. But there was a shadow moving on the wall around the next corner. Geno hurried toward it.
When she skidded around the corner she was again disappointed not to see Coyotka, but a large hairy camel in a three-piece suit. The camel was examining a mural that looked freshly uncovered. He swung his head to her as she appeared and spoke. His words were foreign to her, but they contained the name "Coyotka" and Geno guessed that he was asking if she was the coyote's friend from Warsaw.
"Yes, I know Coyotka." Geno replied in English with a smile. "You must be Professor Smyth." She advanced, holding out her paw.
The camel frowned. He looked down at her paw with distain and did not offer his own in return. His eyes lingered on her cleavage as he raised his head to stare at her.
"English?" He said, with a heavy accent. "I was told that you spoke Egyptian Miss Coyotka. And I expected someone more ... canine."
"Woof." Geno replied flatly. She realized that the camel had mistaken her for her friend, who he obviously did not know. Before she could correct him he spoke again.
"Hmph. It would not be the first time an archaeologist padded the résumé of a pretty young student whose talents lay, elsewhere, shall we say? And exactly where is Professor Smyth? How could he go and leave this valuable site protected by a bit of fluff such as you after all the threats he has received? What's to stop a stranger from wandering in and taking whatever they please?"
"And you would be?" Geno enquired, deciding to keep her true identity to herself for now. It looked like Coyotka and her boss were in enough trouble without her admitting that she had just wandered in and taken a set of work clothes.
"I am Haji Zawass, Secretary General of the Supreme Council of Antiquities." He straightened up, offended that she had not recognised him. I have come to take over this dig and solve this puzzle that has eluded you."
"Well la-di-dah." Geno mumbled under her breath.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"I said," she improvised, "that I'll lookee see one more time ... to see if I can figure out ... the puzzle ... on ... the wall?"
"Yes of course the puzzle on the wall. Where did the Professor find you? In modeling for blonds 101? How dare he suggest that your work here was worthy of a doctorate!"
Geno gulped. If she didn't figure out a way to mollify the camel her friend's career was in the toilet. She pushed past him and studied the mural. Other than being very similar to the decorations on that tomb she and Coyotka had seen at the museum in the Arsenal it did not ring any bells. She bent closer, pretending to study the detail while she thought furiously about how to placate him.
"It will do you no good to go over the same detail as before." Zawass said behind her. "Obviously we need the key phase to decipher the mural."
Geno bent farther down, following a line of symbols that looked familiar. "I've seen this group of characters before somewhere." She mused. "But I don't know where. It's so familiar though, like I could put my paws on it if I tried." Clenching her fists she reached back and rested them on her hips as she bent all the way over.
There was a loud popping noise from behind her as the straining material of the khaki shorts gave way just above her tail. The shorts ripped along the central seam for a few centimetres and the material separated to reveal the top half of her generous butt cheeks. She looked over her shoulder to see the camel staring at her ass in wonder.
"Okay, its nice, but I'm sure you've seen it all before." She said. Or maybe he hasn't, she thought, the females do wear a lot of layers around here. Her tail whipped back and forth irritably.
But Zawass was not staring at the twin globes of succulent flesh that the faulty shorts had revealed. He was staring at the symbols inked across them. He grabbed her ass with one paw and held her tail up out of the way with the other.
"Whoa, whoa cowboy. That kind of action is going to cost you." She chided, wondering where she had left her condoms.
"Hold still you fool! Do you what this says!"
"No, it's Greek to me."
"Of course, the Ptolemaic were Greek speakers, any first year archaeology student knows that. But this has both Greek and the symbols from the mural. It's a translation, it's the key phrase!" He pulled her but cheek one way and another as he studied the text. He sounded excited, and his pawing did not feel half bad. Geno smiled. She may have just come up with a way to make him forgive Coyotka and her boss for abandoning the site. She pulled the ripped shorts down and stepped out of them.
"See any openings you like?" She purred.
"Yes, by God yes." He poked her ass with one digit, drew an imaginary line from the text to the mural. "Right ... about ... here!" He pressed a raised carving. It sunk into the wall with a soft grinding sound. A moment later the entire wall began to swing inward. It revealed a long stone corridor lined with statues. The camel dropped her tail and pushed her aside. He grabbed an electric lamp on a long extension cord and entered the passage. Geno followed, bewildered at his reaction, or lack of one, to the sight of her naked ass.
Zawass jogged down the corridor crying out in glee at each new discovery.
"Everything is intact! No one has been in here for almost eighteen hundred years. Look, there is Ra, and Isis, and Anubis, and .... of course, the largest statue ... Bastet herself."
They had come to the end of the corridor and into a small room dominated by a large statue. The effigy depicted a life-sized feline. It was carved in white marble, and covered in gold except for portions of the front and a bit of the face, which had been left white. Gold mixed with copper formed darker spots on the golden hide. Brilliant green emeralds shone out of the eye sockets and two pink diamonds capped the generous breasts. Bright yellow tresses, woven from dyed cotton strands, fell from under the goddess's headdress and another tuft of yellow decorated the crotch of the otherwise naked figure.
Zawass turned from the statue to her with his mouth hanging open. He took her in afresh, from the yellow tresses hanging down from under the pith helmet, past her bright green eyes, down the white fur of her breasts to the tuft of blond pubic hair above her sex. He slowly drew his eyes back up to engage hers and worked his mouth as if to speak, but before he could form an articulate word his eyes went wide and focused on something behind her. An expression of fear replaced the look of wonder on his face.
Geno spun on her heels and froze. Arrayed in a semicircle behind her was a group of five jackals holding guns and knives. She recognized the taxi driver that had brought her here amongst them.
"What the ..." was as far as she got before they leapt forward and grabbed her arms. One of them sealed her mouth with his paw and turned her to face the rest, who were beating the camel to the floor with the butts of their pistols. After subduing him, they tied him with rope taken from within their robes and forced him to kneel in front of them.
The leader turned to Geno. He was a large, muscular and, Geno admitted, a rather handsome jackal, in that dusky Omar Sharif kind of way.
"Who are you?" Geno asked, trembling from the cool underground air on her naked lower half.
"We are a secret society of the faithful." He answered. "We have passed the task of protecting the temple of Bastet down from father to son for almost two thousand years so that none may defile it. Tonight we came to kill the English rat and the Polish coyote who likes to rub herself when she thinks no one is watching. But we find you here instead."
"You are not Coyotka?" The camel exclaimed. "I'll have you arrested for illegal entry to a heritage site. I'll have Smyth and that Polish bitch arrested too, for leaving it unprotected."
The jackal turned back to face the camel. "You are Haji Zawass." He pronounced. "You are a thief and defiler of the ancient holy sites. You will die tonight." He motioned with his arm and one of the others tied a dirty cloth across the camel's mouth while he begged for mercy.
The leader turned back to face Geno and gestured to the others. She was startled to see them all drop to their knees and bow their heads. But they were peeking up at her from under their brows, at her and the statue behind her.
"We are humbled that chose our time to return and reclaim your temple, goddess."
Geno turned and regarded the statue. At first she didn't get it, and then she slowly removed her hat and shirt. Even the silver cross that she wore beneath it resembled the ankh hanging between the goddess's breasts. She turned around and struck the same pose as the statue of the goddess behind her. The cool air made her nipples stand out as hard as the diamonds that adorned it. A veteran of the role-playing the better-paying clients loved, she quickly adapted to the part fate had cast her in.
"What can your goddess do to thank you?" She breathed, hoping that Bastet was not a rain goddess or required to perform healing miracles on call.
"You are the goddess of love in all its forms." The leader spoke ritually. "Have you come to fulfill your promise to the faithful?"
"Uh, yeah, sure." What could a goddess of love have promised them two thousand years ago? A date for the festival of Ra? That they would find true love and father many sons? A cure for erectile dysfunction? Whatever it was, she hoped that she could wave her paws around, pronounce it done, and get out of here before they discovered that she did not actually have god-like powers. She smiled down on them fixedly. "Whatever you want, all my promises will be fulfilled."
The five jackals smiled and babbled at each other as they stood. One of them dragged the camel into a corner and propped him up against the wall. The exit from the temple was wide open. Geno stepped down off the dais and walked toward it.
Before she got two steps the rest of the jackals surrounded her. She stopped, a little nervous. The fifth one joined the circle and they bowed with their paws together as one. Then they started to disrobe with big, eager smiles on their faces.
Oh-oh, Geno thought as she saw the way they were looking at her, Bastet was that kind of love goddess.
* * * * * * * *
After it got dark Coyotka donned Geno's hooker clothes, tightening the leather straps a bit more than Geno would have had to make them fit snug. She put the blond wig on her head and grabbed one of Geno's bags from the closet. After dumping the condoms out, she would not need them tonight, she put her glasses and some cash inside. Looking at herself in the bedroom's full-length mirror she thought that she looked quite a lot like her friend, except for the long snout.
She left the building, pocketed the key and headed down the street for the BoNo Club. There was no real club district in Warsaw, not like Kraków, but Geno lived within walking distance of the most popular ones. The BoNo in particular was very active these days, and with its cushiony red seats and velvet lined booths she and Geno would be very comfortable until it was time to go back to her bedroom. She shivered in anticipation for the night would bring as she clicked down the cobbled street in Geno's high heels.
It was a quarter to eleven when she arrived at the club but that was okay. She could have a drink to loosen up and practice her role by chatting up a few of the single males while she waited for Geno.
It was dim inside the club, and noisy as the DJ had just come on duty. Coyotka went to the quieter bar and perched on one of the soft red chairs while she waited for a bartender to come get her order. All of the bar staff, as well as the waitresses, were slim young females, as were half of the clientele. The BoNo was known as a model's hangout, and that attracted a better class of male. Coyotka, with her long limbs made hard by years on digging sites, fit right in.
She got her drink and turned to survey the crowd for signs of Geno just as a large, rough looking doberman approached her. She prepared a line that would send him away disappointed, or at least wondering why she charged so much, but his words caught her off guard.
"You are early. That is good. Come, he is waiting." Without stopping to see if she would comply he turned abruptly and disappeared back into the crowd, headed in the direction of the private booths. Coyotka stood up and hurried after him, intrigued. Had Geno added an element to this game? They had never had a threesome before, although Geno had suggested that they invite her brother for one. But even though they had let him watch from as chair in the corner once or twice the thought of him right in bed with them was too creepy for her. A stranger however, now that had possibilities.
She saw the dog disappear into one of the booths and she followed. It was very dark inside after the curtain dropped to block observation from the dance floor, but her eyes slowly got used to the light. No one spoke as she stood there blinking. Finally she could see well enough to make out the individuals in the group around the table.
They were all Doberman pinschers. Geno was not there ... yet anyways. She slid into the booth opposite the dog that seemed to be the leader of the group and smiled at him, waiting for him to make the first move.
The Doberman slumped in his seat and toyed with the rim of his shot glass as he regarded her from under a leather brimmed cap. He had that tough dog look about him that could only come from experience or a really good wardrobe consultant. Coyotka, used to paying attention to details, noted the scars on his paws and the tattoos on his wrists and decided that he was experienced, and maybe a little bit cruel, the kind of guy Geno would go for.
"Glad to see you, Geno." He said, showing a bit of fang. "I was afraid that you would not come."
Coyotka realized right away that the dog had mistaken her for Geno. This had happened before when she was dressed like this, with clients that only had the wandering hooker's description to go by. Most of the guys looking for her were rarely sober enough to tell a wombat from a camel anyway, but this one seemed pretty level headed. Then she remembered the note. Had she inadvertently walked into one of Geno's appointments? She better set the dog straight before things went too far.
"It's not like you think ..." she began, but the dog's violent reaction froze her.
"It's exactly like I think." He shouted, slamming the thick glass down hard on the leather table top. "Whatever I think things are is how they are. And I think that you have been holding out on me."
Coyotka's jaw flapped as she struggled to think. This was bad, very bad. Geno had gotten herself into some kind of trouble and now she was involved in it too. "Wha ... what do you want?" She stammered.
"Don't play dumb. You know what I want. Ten thousand Euros to start. That should cover what you owe me and the fine for late payment too."
"She .... We ... I don't ... have ten thousand Euros." She did not have ten thousand Euros anywhere, and she doubted that Geno did either. The dog's brow furrowed and the booth seemed to get darker as the last of everybody's happy thoughts fled in terror. "Not on me." She improvised. "I can't carry that kind of cash. But I can get it. Real soon. I have it back at the apartment."
Bruno gave her a sceptical look and motioned to one of his pack. "Konnor will go with you. Just to make sure no one tried to rob you on the way back." He dismissed her with a wave of his paw. She turned to leave, the doberman Konnor right behind her. "Oh, Konnor." Bruno added almost as an afterthought. "If she doesn't have the money, kill her."
Coyotka gulped and tried to keep steady, but her legs were threatening to collapse under her. She thought furiously as they pushed their way across the crowded dance floor to the main exit. Out of the corner of her eye she spied a red sign. There was an exit down the same hallway as the washrooms. Now, if she could only get away from the big dog. She angled toward the back of the club.
"Where do you think that you are going?" Konnor asked, grabbing her shoulder and steering her back to the front.
"Bathroom. Nervous pee. Can't hold it in."
"You can pee on the street."
They were passing the bar. One of the bartenders was preparing a Flaming Tailhole for a client and had just lit the layer of cognac on top. Without planning to, Coyotka snatched the glass and flung the burning liqueur at Konnor. His paws came up defensively as the flaming shower descended. Coyotka did not wait to see the results. She ducked under his arm and ran fro the rear exit.
She brushed past couples making out in the hallway outside the washrooms and hit the door running. Cool night air helped clear her head as she looked around the alley. The exit was at the end of an enclosed space, but light and noise came from around the corner in the opposite direction. Coyotka turned that way and sprinted for freedom.
Rounding the corner she saw that the alley was blocked by a galvanized steel chain-link fence. The fence had a gate. The gate had a shiny new padlock. Bruno had what appeared to be the key to the lock hanging on a string from an extended digit. He was casually leaning against the fence with a disappointed but not surprised look on his face. His two remaining henchdogs flanked him and they shook their heads sadly. A moment later there was a crash behind her, the sound of running feet, and Konnor was back, singed, winded and extremely pissed off.
"You disappoint me Geno." Bruno sounded bored. "But not for much longer. Take her boys."
Konnor grabbed her waist from behind her. The other two moved foreword and took an arm each. Bruno reached into his pocket and produced a long black tube. When he pressed a silver button on its side fifteen centimetres of double-edged blade shot out the end and locked into place. Without a word he stepped up to her and swept the blade in and up to slit her from navel to chin.
At least he would have if they had not underestimated her strength. Using muscles honed from years of squatting over dusty skeletons and shards of ancient pottery she pushed back hard. Konnor stumbled a half step back and that was enough to keep the razor sharp shiv from piercing her flesh. As it was, the tip sheared through the fur of her belly and that between her breasts, just missing her throat as she flung her head back and to one side.
A few dozen decapitated hairs drifted down to the ground, as did the leather straps and the scrap of cloth that had been restraining her breasts. The twin globes stood free, held high by the tension in her straining muscles as she struggled to get free. A chilly breeze made her brown nipples pop out, and they pointed directly at the staring eyes of Bruno.
Mesmerized, he reached out and slipped the blade of his knife under the button that held Geno's shorts closed. With a flip of his paw the button went flying. He felt around back for the one that kept the waistband closed above her tail and it soon followed. Two more flicks of the blade and the shorts were in pieces on the ground. He did not even bother using the knife on her thong, he just grabbed it and ripped if from her.
"I was told that you were a feline. I don't go for felines." Bruno said thoughtfully, his eyes locked on the tuft of dark brown fur just above the peach fuzz that surrounded her sex. The paw with the knife rose slowly until it was level with her snout. "Flat noses, fat asses, and too clingy. I like a girl that's streamlined." His thumb pushed the silver button and the blade disappeared into the handle. "A girl that has stamina." He slipped the shiv back into his pocket and used the paw to caress one of her breasts. "A girl that can make me howl." He loosened his belt with his other paw and unzipped his fly. "A girl that can keep up with the pack." He motioned to the others. They released her and began to remove their shirts.
"Maybe we can come to an arrangement." He said as he dropped his pants to his ankles.
* * * * * * * *
The circle of naked jackals closed in on Geno as she backed up against the statue of Bastet. They were very fit, as religious fanatics tend to be, and appeared to be very clean also. At least cleaner than half of her clients back in Warsaw, anyways. That was a relief. Too late she realized that she had left her purse full of condoms back in Coyotka's trailer. She prayed that they were as clean on the inside. Not that she minded the spooge, but her condoms did double duty, they were the oiled kind.
"Uh, boys, didn't I promise to teach you about sexual hygiene and personal lubricants when I returned?"
"We have pledged to observe all of the rituals." The leader intoned as he passed what Geno had taken for an oil lamp. He poured the liquid from it onto his palms and vigorously rubbed the oil into his hardening member. Then he passed it to the next Jackal, who did the same. "Your divine lubricant and prophylactic elixir, brought down from the heavens and proven to destroy ninety-nine point nine percent of all disease carrying germs. We have kept the holy dispensers full in anticipation of your return all these centuries."
"Uh, great. Good, uh, dedication there." One of the jackals had moved in behind her and she backed up against his slick, hard, throbbing hot meat rod. He lifted her tail and rubbed it between the cheeks of her ass. The leader continued to move forward until his bobbing cock was nestled between her legs. He rocked his hips to massage it in the tiny triangle formed by the top of her thighs and the outer lips of her vagina. The other three flanked her, running their paws over her soft fur, kissing her mouth and neck, and leaning in to lick her nipples.
"Refresh my memory, when I made those promises two thousand years ago, what exactly did I say?" Five pairs of lips roamed over her, nipping here, licking there. Ten paws caressed her simultaneously. It was obvious that these guys had been practicing for this, their big day.
"You promised to pleasure all of your faithful guardians at the same time Mistress. There were ten thousand of us back then, but fear of persecution, the appeal of new religions, and the allure of Internet porn have drawn away most of your followers. Now, only we five remain. I am sorry if this displeases the Goddess, we know how you relish a challenge."
"No, that's okay." She grunted as she felt the tip of a warm penis probing her tailhole. "I'll make do with five for now."
That seemed to signal the end of the foreplay and the beginning of serious business. The leader and the one probing her tailhole lowered themselves to the floor and sat facing each other, testicle sacks almost touching. The others lifted her and, spreading her legs, lowered her down on them. Two glistening red rockets awaited her.
The tips of their cocks touched her at the same time, and Geno had to admit the shock that the contact sent up her spine felt good, in a way. They wiggled their cocks to get the tips inside, and then gravity and the Goddess's lube did the rest. The twin towers of love slid smoothly into her as she came down. Geno gasped as they filed her and spread her, felt them bumping along against each other in their different channels, separated by a membrane of her sensitive flesh.
The jackals flanking her let go of her and she had to grab something to keep her balance. Fortunately there was a stiff cock on each side of her head just at the right height. Her paws came up and grasped the two poles. While she did that the leader leaned back on his elbows and the fifth member of the group stepped over him. His cock quivered just in front of her lips.
Geno flexed her legs and lifted herself up. The two rods felt as good on the way out as they had going in. When she reached the top she opened her mouth and engulfed the fifth penis, then she relaxed her legs and went down on all three at once.
The fore and aft jackals helped lift her and steady her. She bobbed up and down, riding the two jackals like a pair of ponies on a carousel while sucking the third and stroking the other two. Slick paws jerking back and forth, lips wrapped around a pulsating pole, insides stretching and contracting rhythmically, she practiced her art like she never had before. She was concentrating so hard on ministering to five cocks at once that she lost track of time.
The one in her mouth suddenly stiffened, and Geno pulled her head back off him just in time to receive a snout full of spooge. Geno snorted it like cocaine as the jackal stepped back and allowed one of the two on the sides to take his place. Geno fondled the balls before her as a new cock was shoved in her mouth. The ride continued as before.
The second jackal went off unexpectedly while his prick was buried deep in her throat. Hot spooge shot down her gullet. She had to swallow it just to keep on breathing. Then the last paw job moved into place. This one was a good deal shorter than the rest, and his cock stuck up in front of her chest. He pointed at her breasts and shuffled forward until his prick rested between them. Good, though Geno, my face was beginning to ache. She released the other two and squeezed her breasts together around his cock. The rise and fall of her body on the two below, who still showed no signs of flagging, did the rest. A smile of supreme content filled the last jackal's face.
A minute later his smile turned to a grimace as he tried to hold back the inevitable. Geno squeezed harder and jiggled her tits faster to finish him off. A white jet of spooge rose up before her. Up it went, higher than the top of her head. It hung in the air for an instant before descending. Geno stuck out her tongue and caught some as it came down, and then she licked her lips, all the while looking up at the jackal who had produced it. She roared with laughter at the look of religious devotion on his face.
The leader barked a command and the two still in her moved in a highly synchronized manoeuvre that brought the three of them to a standing position without ever taking their cocks out of her. Once they were upright they bent their knees slightly to drive themselves deeper and deeper into her as hard and as fast as they could. The two jackals wrapped their arms around her and each other and squeezed her between them. Now that her clit was pressed up hard against the leader and she could feel their full length moving inside her. Geno threw her head back to laugh and cry at the same time.
They moved in harmony inside her, one going out while the other was driving in. Geno was trapped between them, feeling sensations that she never felt with clients, and rarely felt with lovers. She screamed and curled her toes as the pressure inside her mounted. She felt her ass fill with warm spooge as the jackal behind her came. Then the leader came, his shoot splashing deep inside her. She came too an instant after them, and the three cried and wailed as the rest joined them and hugged them tight in one warm, sticky, dripping, happy mass.
Of course, it was only the first of many sessions under the flickering electric lamp.
* * * * * * * *
Dobermans are pack creatures, but not as packish as jackals it seems, since they only came at Coyotka two and three at a time.
It started with Bruno bending her over against the wall and taking her from behind. He was surprised to find that she had no condoms in her purse, but some of Konnor's hair gel served to lubricate them. They would just have to risk the rest. After drilling her vagina for a few minutes the big dog switched holes, lifting her tail to poke the puckered starfish below it. She dropped to all fours as he pounded her ass, and one of the others shuffled in below her. That one grabbed her hips and brought her still gaping pussy down on his throbbing cock.
With Bruno grunting in behind and another pumping from below Coyotka felt fully occupied, but Konnor had other ideas. He dropped his pants and knelt down in the alley in front of her. He put a massive paw on each side of her head and forced her jaws open by sticking his thumbs in the corners of her mouth. He stuck his cock in and pulled her down on it roughly. Coyotka was forced to open as wide as she could and breathe through her nose when it was fully seated. Fortunately he let go then, but kept one paw by her head to guide it as his hips rocked back and forth, the other ready to grab her again if she showed signs of reluctance.
Bruno and the other dog continued to bump and grind while she sucked on Konnor's rod. The fourth dobbie stood in the alley, forlornly pawing himself. Coyotka put more effort into servicing Konnor, licking the tip as she pulled back, wrapping her long tongue around the base when he went deep. Soon she felt the telltale shudder in his loins as he neared orgasm. She doubled her pace. A moment later Konnor gasped. Coyotka pulled her head off of him and twisted her neck so she was sideways to the twitching meat pole. She put her mouth around it, ran her lips back and forth along its length as if she was playing a flute, a skin flute. When he came she pushed it to one side and his spooge splashed against the alley wall.
Some of it ricocheted. "Hey, watch where you point that thing!" The doberman below her complained.
A minute later and it was Bruno's turn. He was grunting as his hips slammed into her ass, driving his cock deep into her tailhole. He was still moving when she felt the warm sensation of spreading spooge inside her. Bruno continued to pump for another minute, each repetition weaker than the one before. Finally he stepped back, pulling his rapidly deflating cock from her, leaving a few drops on the downy fur of her buttocks.
Bruno backed away, still breathing heavily, as the forth dog eagerly took his place. He was just getting started when the one on the bottom began to jerk sporadically. He too shot off inside her before grinding to a halt.
Coyotka was getting frustrated. None of their cocks were as large of as well manoeuvred as Geno's big blue dildo.
By the time the one who had just came crawled out from below her to join Bruno by the fence Konnor was ready for another go. Coyotka doubted that he had even lost his erection between turns. He spoke to the one that was ramming his cock into her ass and the dog behind her slowly straightened, pulling Coyotka up by her shoulders. When he had her upright Konnor stepped up and put one paw on her hip while he guided the head of his cock to her pussy with the other. One enough was inside he put both paws on her hips and drove it home, all at once.
Finally, a sensation akin to what Geno did for her shot up through her. She was up on her toes as the two taller canines lifted her on their cocks. Each synchronized thrust brought her up of the ground for an instant. This is more like it, she thought, as her clit rubbed along Konnor's hot shaft.
The two dogs shuffled closer and stood straighter with each plunge until Coyotka's feet were not touching the pavement of the alley any more at all. Her breasts were flattened against Konnor's hard chest and warmed by the drool that was dripping from his maw. The one behind her was using a little finesse, twisting his hips as he drove steadily in and out to tease the tender flesh of her ring piece, and that felt good too. But Coyotka could only take so much. After a few minutes she came, and her thighs clamped down on Konnor's cock just as her butt clenched, trapping the other prick inside. Heat filled her twat, transferred to Konnor, who came for the second time at the sudden wet warmth. Their twin gyrations set off a third in another explosion of cum, the second one to fill her ass so far. The three of them stood, shivering and shuddering as liquid fire and oozing spooge ran down their thighs.
With shaky legs, they slowly lowered her the last few centimetres to the ground. She looked over to where Bruno stood wearing only a shirt and his leather cap. He had a small calculator in his paw and he was poking at the tiny buttons with one claw.
"Let's see." He mumbled. "Five times at the discount rate for business associates, plus the bonus for groups and anal, less my cut. I figure that you are down to nine thousand, five hundred Euros." He flipped the calculator closed and slipped it into his pocket before removing his shirt and hanging it on the fence. "I'd say we have a ways to go yet, girl.
* * * * * * * *
Geno lay back on a pile of exhausted jackals and picked at the spots of dried spooge on her fur.
"Had enough boys?" She got only grunts and moans in return. "Your Goddess ... me, I mean, didn't promise you, like, beer and sandwiches for after or anything did I? No? good."
"You have fulfilled your promises Mistress." The leader said weakly. "We are your slaves to command."
"Command them to set me free!" came from the corner. Zawass had managed to spit out his gag while they were occupied, but had not managed to free his arms or legs. "Set me free you little slut or by God I'll ..." He was cut short as one of the jackals leapt across the room and held a dagger to his throat.
"Command me to kill him Goddess. It will be my pleasure." The jackal said.
"Hmmm. That would only bring the authorities down on you, my faithful followers. Perhaps we can persuade Haji to cooperate."
The camel's eyes blazed defiantly. "Never." He spat. "You don't dare kill me and there is nothing you can do to persuade me." He tried to look brave, but Geno saw him give a nervous glance at the naked penis hanging centimetres from his face.
"Oh, I think there is." She crooned. "You, slave." She poked the leader of the jackals. "You say that I am the Goddess of love in ALL its forms?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Mister Zawass looks mighty lonely over there. He's missed out on all the fun." She smiled suggestively.
The jackals groaned wearily, but they stood and started swathing the lube on. "As you command mistress. Just give us a minute to recuperate, please." They advanced on the helpless camel, stroking their members into hardness as they went.
"Nooooo!"
"Wait." She ordered. The jackals stopped in mid-stroke. "I do believe that he is ready to reconsider. One of you go fetch a pen and some paper." Now, she thought, what to ask for. Think Geno, think. What would Coyotka want?
* * * * * * * *
Geno did not emerge from the temple until late Monday, dressed again in Coyotka's clothes, clutching an airline ticket that one of the jackals had gone out to get for her. The leader brought his taxi around to the gate and he drove her to the airport.
"Don't forget the festival of Ra next month." He reminded her as he lifted her small bag from the trunk. It was much heavier than when she had arrived ad made a clinking sound when he set it down. "The return ticket is in the folder I gave you. We will have the temple cleaned and the Jacuzzi you suggested installed by then. Are you sure that you have to leave us so soon?"
"Unfortunately, yes. I have to go back to Europe to allow my other, uh, supplicants, to worship me. But I will be back. Don't forget what I told you, condoms say 'I love you' in a whole new way." She patted his cheek as he backed away.
"We have ordered a crate of them from America. We will be ready for your return." He bowed, genuflected, and climbed back into his cab. Geno turned and entered the lobby. Flight 82B had just landed and in an hour it would take off again as flight 83A to Warsaw, the last flight of the day.
Passengers from Poland were streaming past her on their way out of the airport. Geno was startled to see Coyotka amongst them. She waved excitedly and ran into her old friend's arms.
"Where have you been?" She asked. "I came when you invited me but you weren't here!"
"I called to tell you that I was going to Warsaw for a few days and wanted to stay with you." Coyotka replied. "But your place was deserted."
"I had to lay low for a few days. Where did you end up?"
"I spent the weekend with some people I met at the club. And I know about your trouble. You owed some money to some rough people. But it's okay now. I, uh, convinced them to forgive the debt." She shifted her legs uncomfortably as she stood. Some parts of her were still sore from all the convincing she had to do.
"Oh, I won't need all of this then." Geno opened her bag and showed Coyotka a dozen golden necklaces and trinkets taken from the inner temple. "You keep them for the museum." She passed the bag over. "By the way, the Secretary General of the Antiquities something-or-other has listed you as co-discoverer of Bastet's inner temple and approved your dissertation .... Doctor."
Coyotka was astounded. She had completely forgotten about visiting the museum until Bruno reminded her that it was time to clean up and go to airport least she miss her return flight.
"Geno, you're .... You're amazing!"
"Oh, I'm better than that." Geno smiled, fingering the amulet of Bastet that she still wore hidden under Coyotka's shirt. "I'm friggin' divine."