Bar None Stables
By Kilogram
Chapter 2
Molly and Penny insisted on helping their friend dress for her big date.
Linda emerged from her bedroom in the dorm wearing black slacks and a matching
knit top. Halfway to the two of them she slowly rotated with her arms extended.
"Well? What do you think?"
"I think you are perfectly dressed – for scrubbing floors."
"Don't you have anything shorter and tighter?"
Molly disappeared in her own room, reappearing seconds later her arms
full of dresses and skirts. She held the first up against Linda's front. She
looked to Penny for her opinion. The redhead shook her head at each one.
"That one!"
"I have a white blouse that will go with it."
Linda stepped over in front of the sofa where the university had a
standard-issue mirror riveted to the wall. Slowly she slid the waist down her
front until she had the waistline at her hips. The hem of the short skirt was
much closer to her crotch than it was her knee.
"I look like a slut in this."
"Perfect!" her roommates shouted in unison.
"Now we need heels," Penny said as she disappeared into her room.
"No!" Linda said firmly. "Flats." She bit her lower lip as she
reconsidered her statement. "Maybe a little heel."
"Not these?"
Penny held sandals up for her to see. Besides the straps and five inch
stiletto heels, there was little to them. The coed held both shoes by one
finger.
"No!" the beautiful brunette said, more forcibly than before.
Molly looked at Penny who held the shoes up in front of her face.
"Do you have any idea how uncomfortable it is wearing heels like that?"
"Yes. Have you ever worn these?"
Linda's silence answered the question.
Penny pointed toward the empty chair next to Molly. "Sit down."
By the time Ken came to the door to get her, they had her dressed in the
frilliest of lingerie, that short skirt, the impossibly high heels, and an
almost transparent white silk blouse. Linda felt as though she was a piece of
cheese cake on display in the cafeteria. Molly and Penny signaled her that they
thought Ken liked the way they had dressed her.
They rode the tram across down to the Atlantis Diner, an organic food
restaurant that specialized in seven course meals created from bio-engineered
sea weed. The maitre d' led them to a table in a dark corner. At first Linda had
trouble seeing as the only light in the restaurant came from the undulating
blue-green patterns radiating from the walls' interior lighting system. The
entire setting was exceptionally romantic which was why it was so popular among
the college crowd.
Linda smiled at Ken, and for a few seconds forgot her feet hurt.
During the third course, Linda discovered there was more to Ken than
simply being a jock. While he was captain of the men's precision swim team, he
was also a member of the student senate and a socio-political economics major.
His eyes were blue, and much to Linda's surprise, he did not bleach his hair
blonde, the sun and chlorine did that.
"Would you like to go for a ride?" he asked as they emerged from the
front door. The sun was now a red ball hidden by the city's towering spires.
"A ride?"
She knew he did not own a jetcar as he was a struggling college student.
"Come along. I'll show you."
He took her down toward the ocean. From the vantage of the heights, a
person could see several miles out to sea. The sun had all but disappeared over
the horizon.
They had already turned on the outdoor lighting as they approached the
rental booth. Linda's blue eyes opened in amazement. She had never seen so many
ponygirls in one place before. Gradually it dawned on her that he meant for them
to go for a ride in a sulky drawn by a ponygirl.
She had never done that before. She felt her heart pounding in
anticipation of the event.
Linda stood behind Ken, watching in silence as he rented the ponygirl
and cart.
"Do you have any preferences?"
Ken chuckled nervously, then glanced back at Linda.
"No. This is only the second time I've been here."
Linda permitted herself a partial smile. He was not a regular customer.
He did not pick up girls and take them out here.
"I'll get you a good one. One of more popular ponygirls is in the
stable. She has had a chance to cool down from her last rental so you can take
her out."
The Convention of ‘69 allowed women to become ponygirls. The ostensible
reason was as a form of population control. Take nubile women out of circulation
and you have fewer babies.
Linda knew a little about ponygirls. She had stumbled across an article
about them and felt compelled to finish it. She learned several reasons for the
popularity of pony girls. One entire school of philosophy believed that a naked
woman in harness was the extreme work of art. Lisa had heard stories of women,
beautiful women, beautiful sensuous women, who had become ponygirls merely to
raise themselves to a higher level of aesthetic beauty. The expression "the body
of a ponygirl" meant virtually no body fat, precisely toned muscles, and
perfectly sculptured breasts.
There were many reasons a woman would become as a ponygirl. Some needed
the money and signed on for a few years of servitude. The tabloid news shows
reported that one ranking senator earned money for law school by being a
ponygirl for several years. Others used it to avoid being sent to the lunar
penal colony. It was better to spend a few years on earth as a ponygirl than
being on the moon making widgets.
They waited for a couple of minutes while they brought the ponygirl and
cart around in front for him. Linda permitted herself a little smile when Ken
put his arm around her waist. She responded by putting her head on his shoulder.
At every opportunity she let her tits rub against him. She wished he would move
his hand up to take her right tit but was too shy to suggest it.
The ponygirl brought forth for them had long, dark blonde hair. Linda
could see the woman was beautiful (but then again weren't all ponygirls
beautiful?) with blue eyes. A series of black leather straps encircled her head,
holding the steel bit in her mouth. Blinders kept her from seeing to either
side.
About her waist she wore a green satin corset. The edges had black lace
ruffles. She wore a garment that hid nothing.
"Have you ever ridden in a ponygirl sulky before?"
"No."
Ken raised his right hand to the ponygirl's exposed tits. He turned his
hand to rub the nipples with the back of his hand.
"What are you doing?"
"It's like petting a dog or horse."
"Can I do it?"
"Sure. You use the back of your hand like this. You reward the ponygirl
for being good without copping a feel."
Beneath her knuckles, Linda felt the hard nipples of the ponygirl. Linda
stared into her eyes. The ponygirl had a wild look of excitement on her face.
The brunette could tell that this woman enjoyed having her nipples rubbed.
Linda bit her lower lip. She would not mind a bit if Ken got frisky with
her. Another woman? That was a different story. She could not imagine that under
any circumstances she would enjoy being fondled as much as this ponygirl did.
"Come on, let's ride."
As Linda stepped back toward the seat of the sulky, she noticed the
brand on the ponygirl's left thigh – the null sign, a small circle with a
diagonal line through it, and a horizontal line over the top.
She let him take the reins. With a flick of the reins he started the
ponygirl down the path. The brunette had never ridden in a ponygirl cart before
so she did not know what to do. She snuggled up against Ken when he flicked the
reins to get the ponygirl started. She clung tightly to his right arm as the
ponygirl pulled the sulky forward.
After only a few steps, just enough to get the sulky moving forward, the
ponygirl broke into a trot. Linda watched the blonde ponytail protruding from
the ponygirl's fanny swing from side to side with each step.
They followed the trail along the ridge for a couple of miles. Ken knew
a turn off where they could be alone. Using the reins he guided the ponygirl off
behind some trees so no one could see them from the path. He jumped down, then
ran around the cart to help her down. She enjoyed being in his arms. Maybe Molly
and Penny were right. There were others things to college besides studying.
"Oh, I almost forgot," he said. Pulling the reins forward, he tied them
to a tree trunk with a simple hitch. Linda knew she could undo it easily, but
doubted the ponygirl could, not with her hands and arms secured behind her back
with leather and chain restraints.
"We don't want her to wander off and get hurt," Ken apologized as he put
his arm around Linda.
He led her to a secluded spot on a cliff overlooking the ocean. Though
they could see for miles up and down the shore, several thick pine trees hid
them from the trail where they had left the ponygirl and sulky.
After several minutes observing the fading sun and inane conversation,
he pulled her head toward his and kissed her. This kiss was only the first of
many. Each one became longer the one before it. With lips parted, they explored
each other's mouths with their tongues.
Ken's left hand began at Linda's lower back just above her bottom.
Slowly he slid it up the brunette's body until he could cup her right tit.
Linda did not object. She was glad Molly and Penny had insisted she wear
this little lacy bra. Twisting her body slightly, she rubbed the nipple back and
forth across his fingers. She could tell that he knew what she did.
With a slight roll to the side, Linda was on her back on the ground with
Ken diagonally across her. As they kissed, he drew his left hand down from her
breast toward the hem of the short skirt. His fingers touched her thigh. Slowly
and ever so gently, he moved them toward her crotch.
"Damn kids! Always fornicating in public places."
Ken rolled back off Linda. The brunette grabbed her skirt to pull the
hem down as far as it would go.
"Why don't you go rent a motel room like we did when I was young?"
A figure emerged from the trees beyond them. Somewhat bent over, it
needed a cane for support as it scurried forward.
"Get a room! Do it in private! Get out of the public parks!"
With a swing of the cane he whacked Ken in the side. He came to his feet
as another blow landed on his bottom. Grabbing Linda by the arm, he pulled her
to her feet and behind him so she would not be struck. A third blow caught him
on the knee.
"Run!"
As they made their way around the trees toward the road, they had a
voice yell, "Get a room next time!"
By the time they reached the sulky, both were laughing so hard tears
streamed down their faces.
The shadows were quite long when they started back toward the cart. He
had his right arm around her, holding her tight. There was no need to as she
clung to him as well.
"Can I see you tomorrow for lunch?"
Linda's eyes were on the ponygirl as a groom unhitched her from the
sulky. She trotted along behind him toward the stable behind the rental booth.
"I have a meeting tomorrow with Bar None Enterprises. I am up for a
grant from them for graduate school. It's funny. I don't remember applying for a
grant with them. I've never heard of them"
"Yes, you have. That's the big ponygirl conglomerate."
Linda realized that was the brand she had seen on their ponygirl, the
null sign with the bar over it.
"Oh, yeah."
Before she could say anything else, he moved his face close to hers. She
closed her eyes and leaned forward until their lips touched.
