Bar None Stables
by Kilogram
Chapter 9
The communications department took up the entire third floor of the Bar
None Enterprises Tower. The vice president in charge of communications, of
course, had his office on the fiftieth floor but the minions who did the actual
work had their desks and terminals on the third floor.
The center area, immediately in front of the tubes, was the section in
charge of electronic communication. Their duty was to ensure that every computer
had at least one message each day advising the reader of the latest news
regarding Bar None ponygirls. Thus, times, locations, and rental prices were
well known to everyone.
Toward the back of the floor another section dealt solely with marketing
new ponygirls. Generally, there was a burst of financial activity when a new
ponygirl appeared. Their job was to ensure that the greatest return could be
generated over the shortest period of time.
About noon, the CX403 report was generated. The various workers reviewed
their lists. Any abnormalities were highlighted.
One worker (his name was Jim Stevens) sent item 55337 to review. The
training period fell inside the normal parameters. Item 55337's training period
was so short he wanted them to check to ensure that she had been released for
rental. He certainly did not want to direct people to a new ponygirl who did not
exist (or at least was not public yet).
The review section checked item 55337 against the various records input.
The training time was unusually short but that unit had completed her training,
gone through corporate orientation, and had been placed in public service.
Approval to market item 55337 was sent back to Stevens.
He waited until five o'clock before making his first call. It was an
accepted fact that there was a greater likelihood of someone being home during
dinner. The A27 report gave the names and numbers. The prospective ponygirls, in
their initial screening, had completed a list of their friends and
acquaintances. This list became the A27 report. When he touched the screen
opposite the first name, the computer dialed the number for him.
"Is this Penny Posy?"
"Yeah."
"Ms. Posy, my name is Jim Stevens. How are you today?"
"Okay."
"I'm calling from Bar None Enterprises. Do you know Linda Lawrence?"
Linda's first day in public service had started at dawn that morning. It
took a while before she realized she was no back at the stable. Before most
people were up, she had already trotted ten miles around the automatic walker.
When the first customers arrived, the grooms took her out for viewing.
She trotted along behind the man, listening for His voice but did not hear it.
They put the ponygirls in a display corral. The corral had heavy wooden
fences about it as though they were there to keep the ponygirls from escaping.
They created the Western ambience. Six ponygirls were tethered a each viewing
pole in the corral. This gave prospective renters plenty of room to inspect the
ponygirls before renting them.
At that early hour there were few renters. Linda paced about the pole as
far as the reins would allow. She wished He would come around to comfort her.
She felt nervous about this.
After an hour on display, they returned her to the walker for another
session of trotting around in a circle. (They could not afford to let her lose
the tone her body had acquired through her physical training.) Back on display
after that, she found herself rented out for the first time before noon.
When she returned to the stable, she found Him waiting for her. She
sensed His presence even before he spoke.
"There you are. Good Girl. Good Girl."
The back of his left hands brushed across her nipples. Linda thoroughly
enjoyed his touch.
"Good Girl. Good Girl."
He brushed out her ponytail before giving her a sugar cube.
She practically leaped with pride as He led her back to the display
corral.
Four more times that day somebody rented her for a scenic ride through
the park. By the third time the luscious ponygirl thought nothing of trotting
down that path, hauling one or two people in the sulky. She sensed that she was
more popular than the other ponygirls.
That evening He brushed her hair out.
"You know, not only are you the most beautiful ponygirl here, you are
about the most popular. You move with a grace and style the others can't match."
He slipped her a sugar cube.
"Neigggghhhh," Linda uttered her thanks.
Her second full day as a ponygirl began as had her first. She exercised
and soon found herself out in the display corral. That was when things began to
change.
"There! That's her! That's the one!"
There always were so many squeals and comments when people saw the
ponygirls that Linda paid no attention. It was no until a handler (not Him) led
her from the corral that she recognized the voices.
"It is her!"
Linda froze. That was Penny's voice!
"Well, we always said she had the body of a ponygirl."
That was Molly's voice!
"Can we rent her? Can we rent her?"
"Sure. Make arrangements at the rental booth while I get her in a
sulky."
He led Linda around to the side where they had the sulkies. They had
trained her so well that it took them only a couple minutes to fasten her in the
traces. Even so, when the groom brought the sulky around in front, Penny and
Molly were already waiting.
Linda felt the weight of the sulky shift as the handler got off.
"What do we do?"
"We've never had a ponygirl before."
Linda stood patiently as the handler gave them instructions on how to
handle her.
In a matter of minutes, she trotted down the path with Penny holding the
reins. At the end, she brought the sulky to a halt by pulling back on the reins.
"Whoaaaa!"
She heard both coeds laughing as she came to a stop, the bit digging
into the corners of her mouth. There had been no need for Penny to pull back so
hard on the reins. She needed to take a few lessons from Him on the proper
treatment of a ponygirl.
"Good, Girl. Good, Girl," Penny repeated as she stroked the brunette's
nipples with the back of her hand.
As she did that, Molly scooted over to the driver's side of the sulky.
Linda felt the sulky move as her friend slid into position.
Linda maintained the same pace returning to the rental booth. She wanted
to get this over with as quickly as possible.
A groom came up to take the reins.
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" she heard Molly yelled as she moved
away from the sulky. Linda wondered if they were going to pay for another trip.
Trotting down the path with a friend holding the reins certainly was more fun
than exercising in the automatic walker.
"Damn! I don't have quarter. Give me a quarter!"
"Here. I got two."
Linda heard the clicking of a handle being turned.
"I got it."
"Wait for me."
"One at a time."
She felt fingers on her lips as Molly slipped the sugar cube into her
mouth.
"Good, Girl. Good, Girl," she repeated in a low monotone as she stroked
the brunette ponygirl's nipples with the back of her hand.
"Excuse me!" she heard Penny yell directly in front of her. That friend
appeared on her left. Quickly she shoved another sugar cube in her mouth.
"Good Girl. Good Girl."
As the handler led her toward the display corral, she heard Molly say to
Penny, "I'd kill to have a body like that!"
"Me, too."
Linda pranced along behind the handler, proud of the fact that her
friends were jealous of her.
