Chapter 1 - Initial Meeting

 

The sun was out, and it was a glorious day, I was feeling happy. I had just moved from Chicago to a small rural community, way out near the Rockies. It was a small town of about two thousand people, with just a main street, the bank, the post office, and several small shops, principally one man businesses.

The town was divided into three distinct areas, at the northern end of the street; there were several houses all detached with large gardens. This was the side where the wealthy lived, the very wealthy. In the middle of the town, as I said, was the shopping centre, and the impoverished, well the people who had to work for a living, lived on the other side of the town, which was where I lived.

In this area we all had to work for a living, or rely on the meagre state benefit, as I did. I was on my way to some stables, where I hoped to get the job as a stable hand. The stables were situated just outside of the town; it was about a ten minute walk from my house.

I walked up to the front door of the hotel adjoining the stables, and was told to go around the back to the stables office. I made my way around the back of the hotel, to where they had a very nice and very select stables and yard.

The hotel was a small hotel; it had just fifty bedrooms, which they let to people interested in horse riding and riding holidays. They catered exclusively for the horse fraternity. People would come on holiday for a week's tuition to learn how to ride, or improve their riding skills. The more advanced could go for a week's holiday in the saddle, camping at night under the stars, it was all very idyllic.

The people who ran the stables also did livery for the rich people of the town. It was very exclusive, only the truly wealthy people could afford the fees. Although the hotel and stables were linked, they were owned by two separate people, and run as two individual businesses. The stable block was rented from the hotel.

As I turned the corner to go around the back, I saw a group of women all dressed in riding gear, sat at a table in the patio area behind the hotel, sipping one presumed, Vodka Martinis, or whatever was in vogue at the moment. They were from the wealthy area, and probably had their horses on livery at the stables, or were there for supplies. Again the stables sold hay and fodder to the people who had stables and land for their horses.

I nodded to them as I passed them, just being polite, and as expected they ignored me. I was after all not of their class.

I knocked on the office door and was told to enter, so I did, and saw the owner, a woman in her early thirties sitting behind her desk. She had dark brown hair, her skin was tanned, and she wore a checked open necked shirt. The top two buttons were undone, a substantial degree of cleavage was visible for me to look at. She didn't seem embarrassed as I gazed at the expanse of flesh, nor did she attempt to hide it when she looked up at me, seeing my unashamed gaze.

"Yes," she said abruptly, looking at me for a moment.

"I understand that you need a stable hand. I am not work shy, and I am willing to learn. I have just moved into the town and need a job. So I would like to apply for the one advertised. I am willing to work for a week for you without pay, so that you can see how well I work," I said hurriedly, but as planned.

"Desperate, are you?" She asked me, putting me off my stride.

"No, not yet, but I don't want to be either. Therefore I would like to get a job before I am. I am willing to show you, what I am capable of," I replied, perhaps a little too eagerly.

"Yes, yes, yes, I understand. I am very busy at the moment so go and wait outside. Then again, I will be a good half hour to an hour before I am free to talk to you. So go away and come back in an hour, or wait as I just said," she said just as curt, I decided to wait.

I went back to the tables, but now I was in a temper. She had no reason to talk to me like that. I fought my desire to smack her one and sat down. The waiter came over to me and I said that I would have a coffee. Then I realised that I didn't have any money, so I cancelled the order telling him that I wouldn't bother.

It was about ten minutes or so later, when the women looked at me sitting there, and started to talk about me. You know how it is? I couldn't hear what was said, but their attitude, and the looks they gave me told me that they were talking, about me.

A few minutes later, one of them stood up as a man from the stables came over to her and spoke to her, and then she looked directly at me.

"You. Yes, you sat there with your finger up your bum," she said looking right at me.

I pointed to myself with a look of shock, "Yes, you. Get up and come here. You can load my car," she ordered me.

"Load it yourself. You lazy bitch," I said angrily.

That was probably the worst thing I could have said, all six of them stood up and looked at me. Their eyes bore into me as they just stood and stared at me, a frown crossed their brows. I had obviously said the wrong thing, and they didn't like it.

Now as far as women are concerned, I like them very much, in fact, part of the reason for leaving Chicago, was because of a woman and her husband. He wanted to put me in the hospital. Once he had found out that I was screwing his wife every night, whilst he was at work. He was not small, he was big, an ugly brute, and I am not that beefy, so I left town, self-preservation.

I looked at the women, they were extremely attractive. The eldest one would not be no more than forty five, or there about, and they were all very rich. They smelled of money. It was the clothes they wore, a full riding outfit, and their holier than thou attitude. I also recognised one of them, from a report in the local paper about her acclaimed work, as a plastic surgeon, the others I didn't know.

Unusually for me, I noticed their hair first, there was a blonde, a brunette, two had black hair, one was a red head, and the other had brown hair, which was well groomed and styled on them all. My gaze wandered down their bodies, they all had a nice pair of breasts, and that was obvious, very obvious, as their breasts stood out proud and full. They were all slim, with flat tummies and a trim waist. The two that wore tight trousers had a delightful bulge, just where it should be. One of them wore stockings under her trousers. I noticed that soon after she stood up. I have a thing about stockings and suspenders. The skin tight jodhpurs she wore showed the outline of the suspenders off delightfully.

"Why should I?" I asked offhand.

"We need the fodder putting in our trucks, and you can do it, for us. Instead of sitting there like a bone idle slob," she said, as an order.

"What's in it for me, hey? If I work. I get paid," I said, being bolshie.

"You are a lazy good for nothing. Lazing around all day. I have seen you in the main street sat by the café. Free loading off the state. Now it is time to earn your keep," the one with the stockings on said.

"Oh yes. I can do that, but I need paying. Twenty dollars an hour," I said, and leaned back in my chair being greedy, but then again they did have the money and could afford it.

"You came here for a job, didn't you? So, prove that you can work. Get up of your fat, lazy arse and load our trucks," the blonde one said.

"I will for the boss. If she says that I have a job," I said.

"If you don't load our trucks. We will tell her not to employ you. So move your bone idle arse," the brunette said.

I pondered my options. If they were as tight in here as I thought these women were, my job now depended on doing as they told me. So I gave in and loaded their trucks for them.

I loaded six sacks of fodder into each truck, and two gallons of milk into two of the trucks; I was soaked in sweat, fodder and milk that had spilled out of the cans.

"What happened to you?" The boss asked me, when she finally came to get me.

I told her and she smiled, "Ok, they are bitches, of the worst kind. They come once a week and load up with food for their horses. Sometimes they go for a ride on mine, and have a couple of drinks, and then they leave. They demand. They never ask, and expect it to done immediately, they are a real pain.

Have you ever worked with horses, before?" She asked, and the interview had started.

It went well, and I did get the job because of my willingness to help. She didn't know about the argument, just that they had told me to load their trucks and that I had. During the interview she was quite sweet actually, and she apologised for being rude, but she had been under a lot of pressure she had said, when I had unexpectedly called on her.

A week passed and they came back. They looked at me with disdain, and down their noses at me. I tried to ignore it, but I found it hard, and carried on with my work. Taking my temper out on the straw and horse shit I was shovelling into the barrow.

"Hey, bone idle. Where is the saddle for this horse? Go and fetch it," a blonde one said to me, as I mucked out a stable.

I dropped the shovel and went to the saddle store. I picked the first one up, and took it to her and I handed it to her.

"That saddle idiot, is the wrong one. It is for a smaller horse, change it and don't hand it to me. Put it on the horse. Who the hell do you think you are handing me, the saddle? You just cannot get reliable labour these days," she said to the other women, they all agreed with her in their high handed manner.

I changed the saddle, another worker showed me the right one, but refused to do the job, no-one seemed to like them.

I did as told, and then helped her into the saddle. I wanted desperately to put my hand between her legs to help her up, but feared that I might lose my job, so I didn't.

After their ride, they again bought fodder for their own horses, and they specifically asked for me to load their trucks. They leaned on the side of the trucks and looked at me. They were making fun of me as I worked, and sweating from the effort. Sandy, the other stable hand offered to help me, he even went to pick a sack up, but one of them put her foot on the sack, and shook her head. She told him to go away, and that, that lazy sod, meaning me, would do the work.

A week later, Sandy and I, were alone at the stables after they had returned from their ride. The boss had gone out for the afternoon on business. She had given me the keys to the food store, but Sandy obviously was in charge, having been there longer than me. It was a set-up, which I didn't realise at the time.

The women returned, had their drinks, and the waiter left, going back into the hotel.

There were just the six women, Sandy and I, left in the yard. The time came for the sacks of food to be loaded, and this time they had ordered extra milk for a couple of new foals they had apparently bought.

I was mucking out a stable, Sandy was free, but they picked on me to load the fodder. I was feeling decidedly bolshie, and as they approached me I tensed.

"I suppose we will have to make do with this lazy, bone idle, useless worker. Ok, load our trucks," the one I had noticed wearing the stockings the first time I saw them, said.

"No, load them yourself," I said, and pulled the shot gun out, which was leaning against the wall of the stable. It had been left there for me to put away later, and I pointed it at them.

"Have you any idea, what this outfit, cost! Boots, a thousand dollars. Shirt, six hundred dollars. Jeans, five hundred dollars, and you expect me, to load my own truck?" She demanded, "What the hell do they pay you for? To laze around here, and we all know that you can do that," she added nastily.

"Yes, and this lot cost over two thousand dollars. There is no way I am getting it filthy," another said, and looked at me shocked at the idea.

I moved around, so that I was between them and their escape, and pointed the gun at them.

"Ok. Take them off. Go on, strip. Or I will shoot," I said, cocking the first barrel.

They looked at me, and a look of fear spread over all their faces, but it worked. They took their top clothes off, and began to load their trucks.

It was funny to watch as six extremely attractive women, all in their underwear, bras, knickers, suspenders, stockings, and one wore a Basque; another wore an all-in-one. The rest of the women were in just bra and knickers, except for two who also wore suspenders, and stockings. Two wore tights and the other two wore nothing on their legs. They were bare footed, picking up the sacks of fodder and milk, which spilled. Then more sacks of fodder, which now stuck to them where the milk had spilled, they were red and sweating from the effort.

"Right ladies, now. A little more courtesy. Being polite doesn't hurt, and works wonders. When trying to get help," I said.

I opened up the unloaded gun, so that they saw that it wasn't loaded, and walked away, insult completed, but I did now fear for my job.

I can imagine it now. They went to the showers and changed, then drove home and again they showered and changed. Then the phones would start ringing, a meeting was arranged, and they all gathered in one of their houses, and sat around complaining about me. Whilst they were working out. How to get me the sack?

As for my part, I was tired of this town, and had decided to move on. I liked the work, I liked the boss, but those six women had spoiled it for me. So I wrote my resignation that night, and decided to drop it off at the stables tomorrow. Then I continued to imagine the women at the meeting.

"I want him to crawl to me, the sack is not enough, and I want him to kiss my feet. I won't wash them for a week so that they stink when he does. I want him to beg me to let him go. I want him under my thumb, right there," I imagined one of them saying angrily, pressing her thumb on the table till it turned white from the force.

"I agree. We cannot just accept an apology, and that he is sacked. He made us strip and work! I mean to strip is insulting enough, but to actually work. That is intolerable. Mind you, he was rather cute, I could," another woman cut her off.

"Mandy, control yourself, a bit of rough every now and then, yes I agree is nice, but only when they are controlled by me. Even then, they do as I say. None of this kissing and feely, feely, just get it up, and fuck me hard," she said as if shocked, at Mandy's fascination by the lad, me that is.

"Ok, we are all agreed then. We need to do something to make him bow down, to us. First of all, we can't keep him here whilst we train him. The maids would see him. I do have a cabin in the woods in the Canadian Rockies. It is very isolated, well away from prying eyes. It is well off the main routes, and quite deep into the forest. If he escaped, he could so easily get lost. Ideal I think, for our plans," one said.

"You mean to kidnap him?" Another said, shocked at the proposal.

"Yes I do, and beat him until he bows down to me, and kisses my feet," she replied.

"I am all for it. Come on girls, we will take a vote. Those in favour raise your hands?" Another said, five hands went up, and then reluctantly, the sixth.

"Good, we are all in favour. We will get the bastard, and make him squirm. Now we need to make the plan, and decide on what we are going to do to him. When we get him," the first one said.