Training a Rich Bitch, Part 1

Natalie was a dog trainer living in Dewberry Place, a wealthy suburb, while she and her widowed mother lived in a trailer park at the edge of town with all the other “help” that
serviced the wealthy residents of Dewberry Place.


Natalie liked training dogs. She really did. She had started working with dogs when she was thirteen years old as a kind of gofer/volunteer/intern with the town vet. Now, three years later,
Natalie had obtained a user contract with a local private kennel to act as an animal obedience instructor.


During the intervening years, Natalie had gone to the excellent little library that Dewberry Place boasted and had read extensively both on the theory and the practice of dog obedience
training. She had become as well versed in both the techniques and the technology associated with the field as any other trainer in town. But beyond her book knowledge, Natalie possessed the gift of a natural affinity for and empathy with the dogs she trained. No matter what breed or disposition, sooner or later, every dog Natalie set out to train ended up being trained. And well trained at that.


What with high school and dog training, Natalie didn’t have time for much of a social life. To be honest, her mother was just as glad. She had heard so much from her neighbors in the trailer
park and she had read so much in the local weekly paper about how teenage girls in Dewberry Place were always getting themselves into trouble, what with drinking, and partying, and getting
knocked up and all. She was so relieved that Natalie had avoided all that adolescent craziness in favor of training dogs and making good money from it. Her mother was even more relieved when Natalie, on her own, opened a savings account for college and began socking away most of her earnings.


Natalie’s reputation as a first class obedience trainer of dogs spread by word of mouth from one satisfied dog owner to another. After a while, that reputation gave her quite a long list of clients. Eventually, she had so many commissions that she told her mother that she had decided to postpone college for at least a year or so, and just concentrate on making the good money
training dogs provided her. Natalie also found that she could begin to pick and choose just which client/dog owners she wanted to work with. She soon figured out that while dogs were dogs, their owners often varied greatly according to their income level. And some of the income levels in Dewberry Place were nothing short of phenomenal (except in the trailer park). And since dogs really were dogs, it just made good common sense to Natalie to train rich people’s dogs rather than any other people’s dogs. The rich dog owners paid her much more money for the same level of service. So why not?



After a while, Natalie also came to the conclusion that rich, early-middle-aged women dog owners were the very best kind for her particular type of dog training. They were far less
demanding of their dogs, much more affectionate with them, and Natalie found that her natural empathy worked so much better with this class of women.




Gina was one of those rich, early-middle-age women Natalie was gladdest to add to her clientele. Gina was obviously a sensitive, caring person, at least where her dog, Tobago, was
concerned. For example, when she brought Tobago over to the kennel for her weekly training session, she herself drove the dog over in her shiny new Mercedes. Natalie sometimes wondered why Gina didn’t just order her chauffer to bring Tobago over to the kennel for her. But, when asked by Natalie one day, Gina merely said that she really loved her Labradoodle, and just didn’t trust her with anyone else. Natalie had her own secret thoughts about why Gina made it a point to bring Tobago to the training sessions herself, but she discretely kept them to herself.


Natalie didn’t mind the fact that Gina brought Tobago to the kennel personally. She didn’t mind it at all. Natalie didn’t mind because it gave the sixteen-year-old dog trainer a weekly opportunity to observe this rich, well-bred, thirty-something woman. And, truth to tell, Natalie most definitely liked what she saw. And, given the way Gina practically ogled her as she watched the young girl put Tobago through her paces, so did she.


Natalie took it all in as she had on a number of previous occasions with other early middle aged female dog owners who expressed more than a normal interest in her. She began to dress in ways that she just knew would provoke Gina’s interest; tight, cut-off T-shirts that emphasized her small and perky tities, and well-muscled midriff and tight short shorts that flattered
her sexy little ass, long, curvy legs and camel-toed into her tight little pussy.


When it became obvious to the hot young teen that her alluring attire had had its desired and evident effect on Gina, Natalie began to make her own secret little plans for the older woman.
Natalie’s plans most certainly involved obedience training.




About six sessions into Tobago’s training, Natalie decided to start implementing her intriguing little plan for Gina. As she was handing off the exhausted but happy Labradoodle to its owner
at the end of the training hour, Natalie said casually, “You know, Gina. I think Tobago is doing really well so far. Yet I have to tell you that there is a problem with her training.”


Gina looked at the alluring girl, noticing that her little nipples were poking out from her “Dogs Rule” t-shirt. Natalie, subtly pressed her chest forward slightly, to emphasize the effect.

Gina certainly didn’t want Natalie to stop Tobago’s training. Not when watching the sexy young
girl work with her dog had become one of her most looked forward to weekly events.

“What kind of problem, Natalie? I don’t want for there to be any kind of problem associated with getting Tobago well trained.”

Natalie grinned.


“Well, Gina, to be honest, it’s the other dogs at the kennel here. All their barking and all their smells really distract Tobago. She tries her best, but Labradoodles are extremely curious
dogs by nature, and she’s constantly being distracted. I bet I lose about half of the total training time each session re-gaining her attention.”


“Well, that’s not good. My little Tobago needs to be well trained. What should we do, Natalie?” asked Gina, while wondering how those hard little nipples would feel on her tongue,.



Natalie smiled her sweetest smile and placed a reassuring hand on Gina’s warm, tanned arm, letting her tough linger.


“Well, I *could* train Tobago out at your house, “ said Natalie, letting her smile grow.


Gina blinked and smiled. Then she blinked again and smiled even brighter as she began to catch Natalie’s drift. Gina couldn’t hide the fact that she had a taste for sweet young cunt,
and Natalie looked just good enough to eat. Gina began to speculate. Perhaps some one-on-one training sessions out at the estate would lead to something interesting and enjoyable further.


“Wow, Natalie. Would you be willing to do that for me?” gushed Gina.


Natalie smiled serenely and nodded. She allowed her hand casually to stroke Gina’s arm and noted happily that the older woman didn’t pull away.


“Sure I would, Gina. I’m afraid it would cost a bit more money because of the extra time for me and all. But I think that if you want Tobago trained correctly, it’s really the only way
to do it.”


Gina looked Natalie up and down, appraising, speculating, fantasizing- the girl’s touch was electric on her arm and now it was her nipples that were standing at attention. Natalie took note.


“How about I send James over with the car next week at Tobago’s usual time.