The rest of Christina's day played out just as badly as she had feared, with Graham intent on treating her as the subordinate creature she presenty found herself in the form of.
Graham and his wife, who Christina now knew was named Heather, decided to take Christina to the park where she was forced to retrieve dirty sticks for them with her mouth while they enjoyed a romantic picnic together.
Her owner had laughed and prevented his wife from intervening when a large, male dog had taken an amorous interest in Christina and chased her about as she yelped helplessly for assistance. Thankfully, she was quick enough on her paws to evade her predator until his owner came running over and shooed the beast away, apologising to Graham rather than Christina for the inconvenience.
On more than one occasion Christina had no choice but to relieve herself against a tree, cocking one leg up and urinating while Graham chatted happily to his wife. At least she was allowed to defecate in private behind some bushes.
Once back from their trip to the park Christina was treated to a tasty meal of dog food which she ate out of a green bowl on the kitchen floor. The bowl had apparently been specially made for her as it had her name written onto it next to a drawing of a happy looking canine. Bizarrely, Graham insisted on taking a photo of her sitting by her bowl for posterity before she was allowed to eat.
The worst part of the day, and the part she would be working late to faciliate, involved Christina being shut in the bedroom with Graham while he made love to his wife. She wasn't sure if this was done to make her jealous, but any romantic interest she may have held for this jerk had long since evaporated and her main emotions were awkwardness and boredom.
Not long before closing time, Christina the human was on all fours in Jenkin's office again.
"Well, well. That's another five star review and a sizeable tip from our client" Jenkins smiled in approval of his employees work "And he passed on his thanks to you personally for indulging him and working late. You will be well compensated for your overtime, of course"
"I kind of got the impression he was getting off on me being like that" Christina had shifted so she was sitting in a cross legged position. She had spent so much time naked in front of Jenkins already her urgency to redress had diminished "Do we get many clients who hire us for that reason?"
"A few" Jenkins admitted "A not insignificant minority, I would say. But as long as they don't expect you to do anything that would be considered untoward for a normal pet we don't judge or ask questions. Understood?"
Christima had no choice but to nod in agreement.
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As she sat in her chair waiting to be called in to her next demeaning assignment, Christina wondered how much more of this job she could take. Any early novelty of such a unique role was now gone and she was starting to dread coming in each morning. She consoled herself with the fact she had never been paid so well in her life and would at least get two days of uninterupted humanity over the weekend after todays job. She would definitely have earned it.
Inevitably, on the stroke of 9am Jenkins appeared at the door and summoned Christina in. It was performance time once again.