Free Lost Property by Sean O'Kane

both hands. She watched him approach and tossed a few strands of hair back over one shoulder as he came up to her.
    “You’re Brian Holden, aren’t you,” she said.
    “Yes. And you are?”
    “Carol. Carol Harper.”
    Now he was close, he could see she was very attractive, with high cheekbones and large, lustrous eyes. Her lips were full and soft, he took a second glance a little further down and revised his opinion about the breasts. They were not that small considering she was fairly tall. She seemed to be struggling to find the next thing to say, although he could see she desperately wanted to say something.
    “How do you know my name?” he asked. He was pretty sure he knew the answer but it gave the girl a chance to move the conversation along and she gave him a grateful smile.
    “We’re members of the CSL site.”
    “We?”
    “Some friends. We met on the net and found we all liked the arenas. Now we meet most weekends, get a few bottles of wine in and catch up. Jenny likes the Blues, Chris and Tanya and me though, we all like CSL.”
    “And?”
    Carol’s hands twisted in the straps of her handbag.
    “Well, we always said how great it’d be if we could…well if we were…involved in a stable. Turns out we all either kept ponies or worked in stables when we were younger!” She tried a light hearted laugh but her throat was dry with nerves and she coughed instead.
    “So what you’re telling me is you think you might want to be grooms.”
    “Yeah! I don’t think we’d hack it as slaves, though they are gorgeous! But we reckon grooming looks really cool! I mean you get to work with Blondie, and Ox and Trouble and take them into dungeons and playrooms, and work inside the arenas at shows. Then you make them look good for whoever’s paid for them…it’s really hot!”
    “Grooms get played with and fucked too, you know,” Brian interrupted sharply, her reaction would tell him all he needed to know.
    “Yes. We know.” She looked down quickly. “I know.”
    “So you want to be fucked by the trainers and fuck the slaves.” It was brutal but there was no point in being anything else.
    Still looking down she nodded. He reached out and touched her cheek with the back of his hand.
    “That took some guts, Carol,” he said. “Come and meet the guys, when are your friends round again?”
    Carol looked up at him with delight etched plainly all over her face.
    “We said we’d meet on Saturday!”
    Brian began to walk back towards the pub, Carol fell into step beside him.
    “Well, if I tell you where I’ve got Jet and Cherry stabled, only a mile or so from here; reckon they’d want to meet there?”
    Carol nearly squeaked with delight.
    “God! You’ve actually got them here! Jet’s one of my favourites! But why?”
    Brian shushed her as they approached the bar. They made their way over to where the boys were sitting and he introduced them to her.
    “Why are you all in this little dump of a place?” she asked as she took a seat and Steve went for another round. “I mean you guys have got the whole world to choose from!”
    Brian could sense the anxiety almost steaming off the students. He smiled.
    “These guys are helping me start a new stable.” He felt the tension drain out of the atmosphere around him as it became plain to them that he wasn’t going to spill the beans about them being trainees. “Now, tell me about your friends.”
    By the end of the evening it had been arranged that Carol would bring the girls to the stable on Saturday evening and they would be put through their paces.
    “We won’t hold back, mind,” he had told Carol. “We trainers work hard and play hard, so make sure you tell the others that, yes, I can find them jobs, but this is going to be a job interview like no other.”
    “Oh yes, Sir!” Carol breathed, her eyes alight and her cheeks flushed. “It’s what I know we’ve all talked about and…well I don’t think there’ll be any problem!”
     
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