Chapter 223.

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful work-wise, but Timothy was in high spirits.  As a consequence of his official status as Bobby’s assistant, he had been suffering from a niggling sense of inferiority, a faint resentment.  “I’m as good as ‘im,” he thought.  “Why assistant?  I ain’t assistin’ ‘im.  No – I’m doin’ exackly the same job, an’ just as well!”  However, the discovery that his principal was secretly MĂ©lisande’s little ponyboy had quite restored his confidence.  Every now and then he would chuckle, or shake his head in disbelief, much to Bobby’s irritation, and if he glared at his friend Timothy would simply give him a great big smile in return.  He didn’t need to say anything for Bobby to know exactly what he was thinking.  During one session Bobby instructed him about the use of black polish.
“Remember,make sure to remove every trace of excess, and let it dry for a couple of minutes.  Then seal the leather with a spray lacquer, otherwise it can get on the rider’s clothes.”
“Yes, sir!  Or on a pony’s coat, if he happens to be a little grey one
”
“What?”
“Nothing, sir
”
“And stop calling me sir!”
“Yes, sir
  Oops
”
On another occasion, a lady asked
“Do you ride yourselves, boys?”
Quick as a flash Timothy responded, “No.  My partner has someone else to ride him!”
The lady laughed, appreciating the smart answer but not getting the full joke.  Bobby did, though, and wasn’t amused.  But Timothy simply couldn’t help himself.  It was going to be a while before the novelty wore off


He was still teasing Bobby that evening after work, as they sat in their living-room sharing a pizza.  Bobby, after several hours of ribbing, was in a foul mood and near to breaking-point.  In fact he was at the stage of giving his friend a cuff round the ear, when his phone buzzed.  He snatched it up with a snort of irritation, but as he read the message and saw the attachment all his frustration evaporated.
“Hi Bobby!  We had a great time today.  [heart]  Thank you so much – and specially Timmy!!  And for the video.  Thought you might like it for your records! [laughing emoji, hearts] xxx Bethany”
Bobby forgot about his pizza and sat back in his chair, smiling.  He turned off the sound and played the video, sniggering occasionally.  Timothy stopped chewing and stared at him.
“What you smirkin’ about, ponyboy?  Lookin’ forward to Sunday, are you?”
Bobby kept watching the video.  “Not right now.  This is much more entertaining
”
“Wha’?  Wha’ is it?”
“Just some guy about to pop
   Ooh, there he goes now!  Wow!  What a performance!”
He held up his phone for Timothy to see.  He saw, swore, and made a grab for it.  But Bobby was out of his chair and locked in his bedroom before Timothy could get to him.
“Gimme that phone!” he shouted through the door, rattling the handle.
No reply.
“Bobby!”
“You can have it just as soon as I’ve uploaded this to the cloud
”
“You better not!”
Silence from within.
“Too late!  Okay, I’m coming out.”  He opened the door.  “Shall we watch it together?”
“Shu’ up!”
“Okay.  But you shut up too.  If you go on about you know what any more, I might be inclined to circulate this.  I wonder
  I bet Serena would be very amused
”
“Don’t you dare!”
“Pact?”
Timothy frowned.  “Okay
  Pact.”
“Good.  Are we good again?”
“Guess so
”
And with a yell, he jumped on Bobby, and the two of them wrestled, laughing, on the floor till they were exhausted.


The thing about Diana Murchison and Eleanor Bowditch was that you rarely saw one without the other.  They seemed to do everything in tandem.  So much so, that the staff sometimes got their names mixed up, and talked about “Diana Bowditch” or “Eleanor Murchison”.  There was something in their looks as well, such that they could easily have been mistaken for sisters.  Eleanor was a few inches taller than her friend, however, and though they adopted rather similar, simpering expressions, Eleanor, to her credit, lacked Diana’s sly and calculating glance.
They even shared a house, something which had given rise to quite mistaken notions about their sexuality.  True, they both had a keen and prurient eye, but its gaze rested exclusively on the male of the species.
After their meeting with Cynthia, they had taken themselves off for several coffees and worked out their strategy.
“This is what I think, Eleanor.”
“Yes, Diana?”
“We have two sessions booked.  I suggest we use the first to gain their trust, so that our plans for the second will be easier to put into practice.”
“I agree, dear.  Those pageboy outfits
  Adorable!  How does she think these things up?”
“She’s a woman after our own hearts
”
“Absolutely!  Er
  Did you check the special locker?”
“Oh yes.  Violet gave me a tour, and lent me the key.  There’s everything we need.  Whips, gags, straps
  It’s an Aladdin’s Cave
”
“Excellent!  What fun!  And we have a double session, too
”
“That should give us enough time
  And we can always book them for a home visit.”
“Oh, we must.  Yes.”  Eleanor paused.  “And so
do you think they really are
?”
“Gay?  Ninety percent sure.  No girlfriends
”
“But they’re much too busy
”
“Nonsense.  They’d make time if they really wanted to.  Close friends for years.  Used to go camping together.  Shared a tent.  Scouts, I believe
”
“Timmy still is, isn’t he?”
“Not sure.  Anyway, now they’re living together.  In that cosy little pad Violet furnished.  Stroke of genius, that.  Then there’s the latex
”
“That wasn’t their choice though
”
“Maybe not.  But they adapted so easily.  They look so comfortable in those costumes.”
“That’s true, Diana.  Comfortable is right
  And very sweet
”
Diana licked her lips.  “Very
  Violet told me that Bobby’s really into the pageboy look.  Apparently he was hoping to be a pageboy at some wedding next month.”
“Really?”
“Yes.  When he heard about the outfit he pleaded to be allowed to be pageboy to the bride!”
“Wow!  Did he know what the outfit looks like?”
“Oh yes!  He’s desperate to show it off.  He craves attention, you see.  He’s got such a large streak of vanity.  But it’s quite innocent.  That Burlington girl has him right under her thumb.  You know how?  Not by punishing him, but by praising him.  So I’ve been told.  “Good boy, Bobby – you’ve done really well today.  Here’s two sugar lumps
”  Really!”
“Oh, Diana
  That’s so cute.  What a little darling.  Well, I think we know what we need to do.  If we can make it easier for them to come out, I’ll feel we’ll have helped smooth the path of true love
”
“Yes, Eleanor.  “Yes, Eleanor.  And it will add spice to the Christmas party.  But let’s not tell the girls yet.  Let’s wait and see how things transpire
”

Chapter 221.

They heard some brief words between Serena and the waiting guests, and all at once they started to panic.
“We can’t let ‘em see us like this!” hissed Timothy.  “Who is it, anyway?”
“Dunno, Tim.  Doesn’t matter who it is, if they clock the state of us we’re done.  We’ll get reported to Miss Poole, and you know what that means!”
“’Ave a look!  These things ain’t gonna disappear any time soon, are they?”
Bobby crept to the door and opened it a couple of inches.  Two women, chatting.  He couldn’t see either of their faces at first.  Then suddenly the one farthest away, the dark-haired one, stuck out her head.  He nearly fainted.  Natasha, Amelia’s mother!  So the other one

But Bethany had already turned.
“Bobby!  It’s us!”
Before he could shut the door they were on him.  With a squeal of fear he retreated to the back corner of the room, by the chairs.  He shut his eyes. 
“We’re finished.  I’m finished!” he was saying to himself.  “It’s all over.  Mellie’s gonna go mad at me when they take her friends away!  Oh, god, Ellie
  Why did you have to
”
“Boys!” cried Bethany.  “Surprise!  We’ve tracked you to your lair.  Miss Poole fitted us in.  Isn’t that kind?  And we’ve both put on our best boots.  I hope you’re going to give us a good service.”
Bethany had apparently already embraced Timothy, and now she was approaching him.  Natasha had her arms around Timothy now, and a strange rather pleased expression on her face.  Then Bethany grabbed him and held him close.  He felt his hard coc-k being squashed against her tummy, and waited for the shock and repulsion.  But it never came.  Indeed, she seemed to want to prolong the embrace for as long as possible.
“My turn, Beth
come on.”
Then Natasha took her place.  She had his back to the wall, her cheek next to his, and her hands on his bare waist.  Then she slid one hand behind him, cupped in over his bottom, and pulled him against her, rocking gently from side to side as if they were dancing, making his slippery coc-k slide from side to side in his pants!  If he hadn't been so shocked, he would have c-um on the spot. When he was eventually released, he and Timothy looked at each other in disbelief.  Had they not noticed, or
?
The ladies took their seats side by side in the chairs.  Bobby quickly revised his view of the girls’ mothers.  At the same time it dawned on Timothy that these women were not the straight-laced, family-oriented, virtuous ladies he might, in his innocence of older women, have expected.  It was a valuable first lesson for any young man – that heightened sexuality is not the domain of youth alone.  Such was their composure that Bobby even wondered whether Serena had forewarned them


Bethany reclined in her chair and regarded them with approval.  “Stand there boys.  Let’s have a look at you.  Come on, hands behind your backs, like soldiers at ease.  That’s it.  Well, you are a fine pair.  Those uniforms!  So cute.  Don’t you think, Natasha?”
“Absolutely, darling.  What a pair of sweeties!  Let’s have few snaps, shall we?  Right.  Here we go.  Smile, boys!  Bigger smiles!  Pose – pretend your boxers, or athletes – show us your muscles.  And the other ones, Timmy!”  [giggles]  “I know!  Hold hands!  Hold both hands!  Yes...”
“Now, turn around,” said Bethany.  “Right around.  Look over your shoulders and smile.  Amazing!  That’ll be a good one for the album, Natasha, yeah?  Okay, now we want some with us, yes?  Timmy, could you take one of us with Bobby?  Then we’ll have one of us with you.”
They went into the waiting room.  Bethany and Natasha stood either side of Bobby, with their hands first on the lower back, but then migrating to his bottom, where they patted and fondled familiarly, making his throbbing coc-k twitch and ooze, till he could feel his juices slippery under his leg-bands.  Timothy snapped away till they were satisfied - which took some time.  Eventually they released him, and then it was his turn to photograph Timothy in the same situation.  It was clear by now that they weren’t here to get their boots polished, but simply to lech over them, and collect as many photos as they could, for what purpose he preferred not to speculate.  It was twenty to eleven already.  But after five minutes or so he got tired of taking photos, and switched to video.  This proved a prescient move, in view of what occurred next.  He couldn’t see what was happening behind Timothy’s back, but Bethany and Natasha were giggling like schoolgirls and he was wriggling and squirming, struggling to escape from their embrace.  Back in reception, though, they had a perfect view of the women’s straying hands.  By now Ellie and Miss Poole had joined the little audience, and Evelina at least was shocked that two mothers of young children should be capable of such lubricious behaviour.
“Look what she’s doing!  That blonde one!”
“Naughty girl,” murmured Miss Poole, with a slight smile on one corner of her lips.
“But Miss Poole
”
“Boys will be boys, grown ladies will sometimes be naughty schoolgirls.  Don’t worry, I’m sure the boys can cope.  It won’t be the last time, I can tell you
”
From behind, Bethany was sliding two fingers rhythmically back and forth against Timothy’s crotch, whilst her friend alternately fondled, tickled and slapped his bottom.  Timothy resisted valiantly, pressing his thighs together as hard as he could, but to no avail.  The fact was that, despite all his bravado, his experience of women was extremely limited, whilst his attraction to them was disarmingly intense, leaving him little defence against such a concerted two-pronged assault.   A trickle of clear fluid was issuing from the right leg of his trunks, which soon became a drop dancing on a sticky string as he struggled.  Then all of a sudden his resistance collapsed.  He gave a sort of choking sob.
“Oh
oh
  No, please stop
  I’m gonna
ahh
.!”
With a moan his eyes closed, his head fell onto Bethany’s shoulder, and he was overtaken by a shuddering climax.  The trickle of juice on his thigh was overwhelmed by a sudden efflux of c-um, which burst forth and streamed down his leg and over his red superhero boot.  He hung between his tormentors, jerking and gasping helplessly in the intensity of his climax.  The ladies, instead of showing concern, exchanged satisfied glances, and wrapped their arms around him in support – which was just as well, for otherwise he would probably have collapsed.  Bobby, despite feeling slightly guilty about it, never stopped filming.  (Later he was glad he didn't, because it earned them a sizeable tip!)  It was only when his spasms finally subsided, leaving him twitching and gasping, that they helped him to a chair and comforted him.
“Timmy
what happened?” asked Bethany, with feigned innocence, suppressing a giggle.
“Gosh, Timmy,” smiled Natasha, “ now that was worthy of a superhero!  Do you feel better now?”
“Was it that pretty lady in the red boots that got you into such a state?  I wouldn’t be surprised.  And she did warn us you boys were a little, er, tense
”
“I-I’m sorry
” said Timothy, weakly.  “I didn’t mean to
”
“Never mind, Timmy.  Forget about our boots – it’s too late for that now.  We’ll just book another session.  And don’t worry - we’re going to leave you guys a big tip – and the best review.  In fact I’d be surprised if Miss Poole didn’t give you a bonus!” 
And they burst out laughing.

Chapter 219.

When the boys entered the waiting-room, they really had no idea what to expect.  They had both constructed an image of Serena Egerton in their minds, but nothing could prepare them for the actuality.  For Evelina, Gabby and Jasmine, watching proceedings in reception on CCTV, their reaction elicited screams of hilarity.  On their entry, Serena had risen from the chair in which she had been sitting. 
“Good morning, boys.  I’m Serena
”
Bobby was struck dumb.  He stood there, staring, his mouth opening and closing with the desire, but not the will, to respond.  Whatever he was expecting, it was not this – a stunningly pretty young woman, clad from – if not head, at least neck – to toe (so he assumed) in a perfectly-fitting catsuit of glossy black latex, wearing the most breathtaking boots he had ever seen, in his favourite soft red leather, with heels, and fetishistically peaked tops hugging her legs with tailored perfection!  They were not really riding boots, yet she had chosen to wear a pair of little silver spurs strapped to her ankles, which for Bobby was the coup de grĂące.  She had apparently been listening to music – her headphones were now around her neck.  He gulped and tried to recover himself.
“I
I
  that’s to say
h-happy to m-make your
”
He stammered on helplessly.  But Timothy was if anything in a worse state.  All his bravado had evaporated in that first second.  He was seized with fright, and actually took a pace backwards and laid a hand on the door handle.  But he couldn’t have escaped had he tried, Ellie having locked the door – just as a precaution.  He had rehearsed a variety of patronising chat-up lines, suitable for the sort of girl he stupidly imagined he would be dealing with – one who had dedicated her lives to ponies and horses, and had even less worldly experience than he himself.  Even from his brief acquaintance with Pitt’s Wood he should have known better, but his egotism had got in the way.  Confronted with a patently worldly young woman, with a flirtatious expression and disarming looks, wearing just about the sexiest outfit he had ever seen, he simply deflated like an untied balloon, and actually experienced his first ever panic attack!  He started to tremble.  The colour first drained from his face, then, under Serena’s amused gaze, he tuned bright red.
“So you are Bobby
” continued Serena, pointing a latex-sheathed finger.
“Y-yes, m-miss
”
“So this must be Timmy
”
Timothy being unable to reply, Bobby came to his rescue.  He licked his dry lips.
“Y-yes, M-miss Egerton.  Timmy
  Yes
”
“Well you’re both much more handsome than I’d realised.  I only got a glimpse of you at the show, and I was in the back row, so
  And what sweet outfits!  May I
?”
She advanced on the terrified boys and plucked at their latex trunks with professional interest.
“This is excellent quality!  Quite as good as mine – feel.”
She held out an arm.  Bobby looked alarmed.
“Go on.”
Now she was closer he could smell the heady scent of warm latex, and the sweetness of boot leather.  He touched her arm quickly, his heart missing a beat.  He felt dizzy, and he could hardly breathe. 
“Are you all right, Bobby?  Why don’t we go into the parlour?”
“Y-yes
okay
”
As he moved towards the door, she gave him a little pat on the bottom.  Then she took Timothy’s hand, as if he were a child, and led him after Bobby.
“Love your costume, Timmy.  Do you like the idea of being a superhero?  I have a kid brother, and he’s got a Superman outfit, but it’s not a patch on this.  Not from where I stand, anyway.  Latex is so cool, don’t you agree?  I wear latex as much as possible.  I love the way it hugs my body.  It’s great for riding, ‘specially if it’s raining.”  She looked into his face.  “Don’t be shy, Timmy.  I don’t bite, you know – not unless you do something you shouldn’t,” she added, with a wink.

Timmy looked dazed.  Serena got them both inside, closed the door, and seated herself in one of the chairs.
“Mmm, this is very comfortable.  I won’t want to get up.”
The boys stood awkwardly in front of her, not knowing what to say or do.  She looked from one to the other.
“I feel totally spoiled.  Two gorgeous guys, in cute little latex outfits, both trained boot boys, and all I have to do is relax in this nice chair while you dedicate the next hour of so of your lives to pampering me.”
The boys looked at each other, desperately trying to work out what they should do next.  To make matters worse, they were both conscious of a growing arousal.  “Shit!  Not now, please
” thought Bobby.  Serena decided she would have to take the lead.
“So what I suggest is that you attend to one boot each, and I’ll give a reward to the one I think has done the best job.  Bobby, what creams and polishes do you have?”
Bobby roused himself from his inertia.
“Oh
yes.  W-well, we have a range.  But to judge from the quality of the leather
” – he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself – “
which is, well, amazing
  I would use the white leather cream.”
“Yes, you know your stuff, I see.  I use that myself.  But I won’t have to any more, will I?  Now I’ve got you guys, I mean.  I’ll have to arrange for you to visit me at home for some private sessions, yeah?”
Bobby gasped.  Timothy shivered.  But they both nodded eagerly.  Bobby, aware of growing pressure in his pants, quickly put on his knee-pads and dropped to his knees.
“Would you mind lifting your legs a second, Miss Egerton?  Thank you.”
He folded up the foot-rest and used the side-lever to adjust the height of the chair, until her heels were comfortably on the ground.
“There.  Timmy, come on
knee-pads
”
Timothy, flustered, fumbled with his knee-pads.  Serena stole a surreptitious glance at his trunks.  Yes, it looked as though Ellie had done her work, all right.  This was going to be fun
  She spread her legs wide, giving the boys plenty of room to work, and disconcerting them even more.  She was feeling horny now.  They were such cuties, and pretty soon that lube should be taking effect
  Well, she was happy to wait for developments.  She put her headphones back on and leant back in the chair.

Bobby opened a new packet of card leg-protectors, put it down between them, and went to insert one down between the top of Serena’s right boot and her thigh.  His erection was bigger now, and impossible to disguise.  He hoped Serena wouldn’t look down - but where else would she look?  He felt he was now mentally calmer, but his body wasn’t obeying his mind.  He had to lean right forward to wrap the strip around her thigh – it was barely long enough.  Serena lifted her thigh slightly to help him.  There was a discreet zip at the back, running from the crook of the knee to the thigh, and he had to unzip the top couple of inches to enable him to get it in.  As he zipped it up again, he was able to appreciate the quality of the leather – so fine and supple than it even had a degree of stretch, which allowed it to fit her legs so snugly.   Before he had got it fully in place, she lowered her leg and slid her foot forward a few inches between his thighs, so that her shin came into contact with the front of his pants.  He gasped and blushed scarlet.
“Oops, sorry, Bobby,” she smirked, making no attempt whatever to withdraw her leg.
He could hardly stop what he was doing, so he was forced to complete the difficult operation with his hardening erection pressed firmly against her leg.  Out of the corner of his eye he could see Timothy was having the very same problem.  His hands were shaking so much he could hardly hold the strip of card, and Serena, apparently intent on making things worse, was tapping her foot in rhythm with the music!
Finally Timothy got it partially in place, and was able to pull back slightly.  But Serena had no intention of letting either of them off the hook.  She thrust her feet further forward between their thighs.
“Here - why don’t you sit on my feet?  It’ll help you reach the tops, and then you can work your way down.”  But seeing how pathetically nervous they were, she relented somewhat.  “I know, why don’t I stand then while you attend to my thighs?  Then I can sit down again while you do the rest.  Okay?”
They nodded, relieved.  She stood up and planted her feet wide apart.  Back in reception the girls were squirming with delight.
“Off you go, then.  Work the cream in thoroughly, won’t you?  Nice gentle circular movements.”
“Yes, miss,” replied Bobby.  We know what to do.  I’ve been cleaning my aunt’s boots for years.”
“Really?  What a good boy.  I think maybe I should kidnap you and keep you as my personal boot boy.  Would you like that?”  She raised an eyebrow, and glanced at his bulging pants.  “You look as though you might
”
Bobby blushed again, and to avoid further conversation got quickly to work.  She smiled down at them fondly, kneeling at her feet in their aroused state, dutifully servicing her boots.  She took out her phone and began filming.  The feeling of their fingertips on her thighs as they carefully massaged the white cream into the soft leather was highly erotic. She took a deep breath.
“Take your time boys
  We’ve still got nearly an hour.  That’s it, Timmy, take care with the zip flap.  That’s right
  Good boy.
They did indeed take their time, much to her satisfaction.  As they did their work, they both began to relax a little.  Bobby used the task as an excuse to get his face close to her thigh, the muscles taut and firm under the fine latex, the scent filling his nostrils and making his coc-k ache with longing.  Timothy had decided that his erection bespoke an instinctive empathy between he and Serena, and indicated an inevitable future relationship.  He no longer tried so hard to conceal it, but rather hoped she would take it as an indicator of his unusual masculinity


Chapter 217.

In any big riding centre, where most of the manual work is done by teenage girls, there is a strong ‘work hard – play hard’ ethic.  After a day struggling with recalcitrant horses, mucking out, running back and forth with tack, and servicing the demands of impatient and sometimes downright rude riders – especially the privileged types, many of whom had never done a serious day’s labour in their cossetted lives – nothing short of a wild evening is enough to prepare for the next day.  Serena Egerton had come from quite a deprived background, and had made her mark by a combination of hard work, persistence, and a natural empathy with horses.  With a full-time job on top of her riding and baseball careers she was kept pretty busy.  But she still identified with the social life of the stable lass, and whenever she could she kept the company of the stable staff during and after work hours, joking around in the stables, or clubbing in town.

It was at a local bar one evening when Serena was drinking with four of the stable girls, Jasmine, Ellie, Betony and Imelda, and Phoebe from Fleetford, that the conversation turned to Bobby.  This was before the big show, when the boot parlour was still in process of construction.
“Have you ever heard such a thing?” Imelda was saying.  “Who is this guy?  He’s actually gonna be employed to do nothing but service riding boots?  Must be some sort of pervert or something.  Do we really want a bloke like that living amongst us?”
Jasmine, Ellie and Phoebe looked at each other.  Phoebe knew all about Bobby the Pony, of course, but had been sworn to secrecy.  She would quite happily have outed him, but it was much more fun to hold onto the secret and watch him steadily descending into permanent pony bondage.  She was sure that soon, escape would be impossible.  Then she intended to approach MĂ©lisande and demand, on the basis of her former relationship with him, her share of the riding rights. 
“We know the guy,” she said, blandly.  “Yes, he is a pervert, but a nice one and quite harmless.  Oh, and quite cute, too.  I can assure you that if this boot parlour thing comes to fruition, there’ll be some fun to be had.”
“That’s right,” said Jasmine.  “Miss Poole is set on it, so I’m sure it’s gonna happen.  She knows what she’s doing.  It must have potential to make the Centre some money, or she wouldn’t be investing in it.”
“True, but I’ve always thought old Pooley was a bit of a pervert herself,” grinned Betony.  “There are rumours she once whipped a stable boy for misbehaviour.”
“They’re true,” said Serena.  “I witnessed it.  Maybe she is.  It makes it all the more fascinating.”

A few weeks later things became clearer, and then, with Bobby and Timmy’s appearance at the October show, all doubts were dispelled.  The girls met up again that very evening.  Ellie bought a round of drinks.
“Oh my god, you guys are so lucky, you know that?”
“Why?”
“Guess who’s been appointed official Supervisor of Boot Boys?”
“Official what?” said Imelda, making a face.
“Supervisor of Boot Boys – the person in charge of those two kinky guys!  Me, idiot.  On Friday.  Not only that, but
”
“We saw that Timmy one whipped by Miss Poole,” added Jasmine, unable to contain the intelligence any longer.  “Actually, we helped, didn’t we, Ellie?  We held him down while she gave him twelve strokes of her dressage whip.”
“You
saw that
?”
“Yes!  It’s true what they say!  Anyway, apparently they’re both under contract, with very strict terms, and they can’t get out of it for at least a year!”
There was a brief, disbelieving silence.  Then Ellie began to fill in the details.  Eventually everybody took it on board. 
“So
” said Betony, thoughtfully, “are those two really into boot slavery, or
”
“Bobby definitely,” said Ellie.  “He can’t help himself.  Not only that
”
Jasmine gave her a look.
“Ah, yes
  I was going to say, he’s totally into latex, too.  A real fetishist.  Miss Poole’s working with a company called Fantastex, who are going to make all their outfits.  I can see what she’s up to now.  The main thing isn’t to provide a service for the staff and members – though that will be useful – but to attract visitors who’ll be asked to pay through the nose for the service and be expected to give tips – depending on what sort of “entertainment” they get.  There are so many bored women in this area, desperate for some sort of thrill, and Miss Poole is providing it, by allowing them, for the duration of the session, to become strict mistresses of two cute young guys in sexy outfits, trained to be obedient and submissive, down on their knees like real slave-boys.”
“Yes,” said Jasmine, “and the customers don’t have to be guilty about it – they can rightfully claim it’s a purely cosmetic service, like getting their hair or their nails done.  Meanwhile what actually goes on behind the door of the parlour – well, who can say?”
“And it will be good publicity, and some of those who come for the boot parlour may well decide to join and take up horseriding.  It’s brilliant.”
Serena was fascinated.  “Wow.  Bobby’s the cute blond one, right?  I already want to book a slot.  You know how much I’m into leather and latex, Ellie.  I need to see these two – especially Bobby.  He sounds very interesting.”
“You should book a session and go wearing one of your latex catsuits,” laughed Imelda.  “If it’s true he into that stuff, it'll drive him wild!”
“Hey
yes!” cried Jasmine.  “Why don’t you?  He’s really into boots.  I think that’s what gave Pooley the idea in the first place.  Wear a pair of your sexy thigh-boots too!  I’d love to see his reaction.”
“Do you want me to book you in, Serena?” said Ellie.  “I can ask Miss Poole when I see her Monday.  They’re booked up weeks ahead, but I’m sure she’ll let me fit you in.”
“Oh, god, yes – can you?  I’m feeling sexy just thinking about it.  I’ve got these great new red leather thigh boots I haven’t dared to wear yet.  A boot fetishist’s dream!  If it’s true, then
”
“Leave it with me, darling
”  Then suddenly her eyes danced.  “Oh, and Serena -  I’ll tell you what else I can do.  It’s rather naughty, but
”


The girls were in early Thursday morning.  Serena had two horses in livery at Pitt’s Wood, and she got dressed up in her finery at the back of one of the stables, then posed outside for a photoshoot, before being smuggled into the boot parlour waiting room.  Ellie, without telling anyone, had decided to spice things up with a squirt of two of pink lube in the front of the boys’ trunks.  She wasn’t sure how long it would take for their bodies to react, but she didn’t want it happening prematurely, so she held them back as long as she could.
“Come on Ellie,” said Timothy, from outside the washroom.  “It’s ‘alf eight.  We need to get changed.  Serena could be ‘ere any minute.”
“What’s the hurry?  This is the first time you’ve been so eager to start.  There’s half an hour yet.”
“Yeah – but today’s different.  I need to have as long as possible with this woman.  I’ve got a lot of stuff to say to ‘er.”
“Oh, really?  What, you planning to send her to sleep or something?  Don’t make me laugh.  I’ll bring them in as soon as they’re ready.”
She held them off till a quarter to eight.  Then handed their outfits in at the door.
“Okay.  Actually you’d better hurry.  It seems she’s here already.”
“What?  I told you so, didn’t I?  Bobby, quick!  She’s ’ere!”

They were dressed in five minutes flat, in the corridor pulling on their gloves and hats.
“Ready?  Okay.”  She opened the waiting-room door, and with a smirk, ushered them in.

Chapter 215.

Trixie and Grace were no different from any other teenage girls.  If there was the faintest chance they might come into contact with - or even flit through the field of vision of - any eligible boy,  their first thought was that they had to be, first, immaculately turned out, and second, if any interest was shown in them, cool, aloof and detached.  In this case, however, the second requirement didn’t really apply; these particular boys were not “eligible” in any way; not prospective admirers, but amusing curiosities capable of yielding infinite degrees of gossip and entertainment.  So whilst they had taken pains over their makeup and put on their best breeches and boots, it was not, as Timothy imagined, out of regard for he and Bobby, but as a subterfuge to flatter them, with the aim of gathering information and spicy chatter to pass onto their friends!
Bobby, thoroughly familiar with the riding scene, and with the culture of Pitt’s Wood, knew this perfectly well; but he was quite happy for his friend to make a fool of himself – which he did right from the beginning.
Trixie began by dispelling any self-consciousness Timothy may have had.
“Timmy!” she gasped, turning her big innocent eyes on him, “you’re so tall!  I didn’t realise when I saw you in the arena.  D’you know me an’ Grace were next in the queue Saturday?  We were so disappointed we just missed you.  But this makes up for everything!”
“Oh
er, yeah
  Sorry about that.  Got called away
Miss Poole, you know
  ‘ad to attend to some business for ‘er
”
“Gosh, I understand completely.  It must be so great to work for her directly.  We’re all a teensy bit scared of her, you know.  She’s so strict!”
She didn’t have to tell Timothy that.  He knew only too well.
“Strict but fair,” countered Timothy, as if he and she went way back. 
But Trixie was already admiring his uniform.
“Your uniform is amazing!  ‘Specially now I can see it close up.  Did you choose it yourself?”
Timothy was beginning to relax.  “Nah.  We ‘ave our own dresser.  Big clothes company.  What’s it called, Bobby?”
“Fantastex”
“Fantastex, yeah.  They’re gonna make all our outfits.  This is just the first one.  Next week we’ll ‘ave somefink new.”
“It’s so
gorgeous
” said Trixie thoughtfully, reaching out familiarly and running her fingers down the side of his yellow pants.  “Latex is like, mega expensive, isn’t it?”
“Mega.  If you wanted to buy this stuff, it’d be, like, hundreds of pounds
”
“Really?  Gosh
”
Grace decided it was time to get in on the act.  She could see by the expression on Bobby’s face he wasn’t taken in.  So she added her flattery to her friend’s.
“That’s right.  Latex is like, haute couture, innit?  Bobby’s outfit is cool, but it’s not pure latex, like yours.  My mum knows about this stuff.  She’s booked a session but she has to wait for weeks.  She’s so jealous I’m getting to see you guys straight away.”
“Oh
I’m sorry
”
“S’not your fault, Timmy.  But maybe we could have some piccies to show her?”
“Oh
sure.  Of course.”

The girls seemed to know exactly what they wanted, as if they had planned it all out in advance.  They took him out into the waiting room.  First they had him full length, then posing with his foot on a chair, making a peace sign; then looking macho, with his thumbs tucked into his belt; then hands on hips, and after that lying along the row of chairs, head propped on his hand.  Then Grace handed her phone to Bobby, and he took photos each of them with their arms around him; then one on each side, holding him tight, his hands on their backs.  Then they slid down, kneeling either side and embracing his legs, their heads resting against his flanks.  And finally, Grace fetched a cloth from the parlour, and Bobby took videos of Timothy kneeling and polishing their boots while they sat side by side in the waiting room chairs!

“Er, I think we should get on,” said Bobby, checking his watch.  “Not that your boots look like they need much work
”
Indeed, the session was fairly perfunctory – a little waxing and polishing, and they were done.  But it was fairly obvious to Bobby they hadn’t been there for boot-cleaning at all.  As they scurried off, giggling and whooping, Timothy agreed.  But his take on it wasn’t quite the same as his friend’s.
“I told you we would be celebrities, didn’t I?   Mind you, it was mainly me they came to see, right?  Sorry, Bobby, I didn’t mean to steal your funder.”
“No offence taken, Tim.”
“I reckon they’re all gonna be like that.  Next week we’re getting some of the older girl grooms, right?  I’ll show you how you ‘ow you chat ‘em up, okay?”
Bobby sighed.  “Sure, you go ahead, Tim.  I’m just here to do the job and earn a bit of dosh.”
“Yeah, well, you never were into girls that much, was you?  Fine.  You can leave ‘em to me.”

The rest of the day wasn’t much different.  Lot’s of excitement and giggling from the customers, lots of swaggering from Timothy.  But at least there was some real work to do, and the girls all left with shinier boots than those in which they had arrived.  There were two older girls - members, Bobby thought - expensive boots and leather breeches - who couldn't stop laughing.  One of them had very muddy boots, despite the fact it was a dry day.  She must have gone out of her way to find a muddy puddle.  But he wasn't fazed.  He cleaned them up and polished them till they shone.  She was definitely impressed, and even gave him a decent tip.  Yeah, he was pretty cool...
The boys got through dozens of strips of thin card.  To avoid getting polish on the girls’ breeches, these strips were folded around the legs and slid down into the tops of the boots.  Simple but effective.  It had been their first day.  It had gone well.  They were tired and slightly dishevelled, but proud of what they had achieved.  After the last customers had departed, they had a visit from Miss Poole.
“Well done, boys!  I’ve interviewed most of the girls you’ve serviced today, and I can report they all gave you five stars.  That’s terrific!  I’m sorry you won’t have received any tips as yet, but they will come.  You will probably have seen you have two specials this week, Thursday and Friday mornings, as well as staff.  Oh, and there’s a revision to Thursday which isn’t in your schedule – first session, nine o’clock to ten, substitute Miss Serena Egerton.  Do you know her?”
Bobby had heard the name somewhere, but couldn’t place the individual.
“Who is she, exactly?”
“She’s a member.  Local.  Rides here regularly.  County level dressage and showjumping.  Plays baseball too in the southern league.  Very fit.  You can wipe that smile off your face, Timmy.  She’s only interested in two things, horses and baseball.   Not boys.  Always immaculately turned out.  Wears some eye-catching outfits in both disciplines.  Never know what she’ll turn up in.  Tall, willowy.  Long blonde hair.  Twenty-ish.  You may have seen her about.”
“Don’t think so
”
“Anyway, she’s very nice.  Give her the celebrity treatment, all right?”
“Of course.”
“And Cynthia will give you your other uniform, Bobby.  It’s like Timmy’s, so you’ll look more of a team.  Okay?”
“Yes, Miss Poole.  Thank you.  Er...  Miss Egerton...  Will she be by herself, then?”
“Yes, all on her ownsome.  But I'm sure you'll find her enough of a challenge...”  She smiled knowingly.  “Okay, then, must rush.  And well done again, boys!” 
She swept out.  Timothy’s face lit up.
“She sounds cool!  Long blonde hair?  Twenty-ish?  Sounds just my type.”
“Forget it.  You heard what she said, Tim.  She’s only into sports, not guys.”
“Okay, Bobby.  We’ll see, won’t we?  You wait.  Watch and learn.   I’ll show you ‘ow it’s done
”