Chapter 386.
“Thank you, Violet. No problems, I hope?”
“Not at all, not at all. I just wanted to run something past you, that’s all. You probably won’t be interested. I know how busy you are with coaching these days…”
“Oh, it’s not bad. Just whipping them into shape, that’s all…”
Violet allowed herself a wry smile, and glanced at Charlotte’s long dressage whip.
“Really? Well, that leads me neatly to my subject. I’ll be frank. We don’t have any secrets from each other, after all. Thomasina Middiford.”
“Oh! The talk of the stables! Have you heard the rumours?”
“I probably started some of them, dear…”
They giggled like schoolgirls.
“So, what about her. She’s out there now, in the field, giving a group of newbies a tour. Today it’s yellow latex. You should see their faces!”
“I bet. Well, I’ll tell you. Coco – you know Coco – suggested I use her to help out Bobby in the boot parlour.”
Charlotte’s eyes widened. “What a good idea! The poor boy’s worked off his feet. I was there a couple of days ago and the waiting room was so busy! So… Would you have her working alongside him, or…”
“I was thinking of a trial period first, just giving her one day a week by herself. But I’m rather afraid of leaving her alone with the boys. You understand?”
“Absolutely. They could eat her alive!”
“Well, I was rather hoping it would be the opposite…”
“Violet! Really!”
Another outburst of giggles.
“It would just be a trial period. But I have no-one I could ask to supervise…”
“Which day were you thinking…?”
“Maybe Wednesday. Give Bobby a mid-week break.”
“Would you like me…?”
“Would you? If only till I found someone else…”
“Oh, I might be in for the long haul. Depends how…entertaining it proves to be…”
“I’m so grateful…”
“No need, Violet.” She licked her lips. “I like a bit of live action. If you’re content to put me totally in charge…”
“Of course!”
“Then let’s give it a go. It could be fun. I’ll be like a mistress of ceremonies… Maybe I should bring my bullwhip…”
“I’m sure your dressage whip will be more than enough to keep everyone under control…”
“You’ll keep her in latex catsuits?”
“For the time being. I should ask Cynthia to come up with some new designs… And perhaps a cap. What can I call her? Coco suggested “boot slut”.”
“I like it. Or boot bitch. Let’s have a think. So we’re starting this Wednesday?”
“If you’re free.”
“I can’t wait. I’ll think about this further. I have to get going, but we’ll speak again tomorrow, yeah?”
“Yes. Okay, Charlotte. Thanks again. Oh, and if you see her on your way out, could you ask her to call in? I’ll give her the good news…”
Ten minutes later there was a nervous knock at the door, and in came Thomasina, resplendent in yellow latex and red riding gloves.
“Y-you wanted to see me, miss?”
“Thomasina! Sit down. Good girl. Yes, I have a new opening for you.”
“R-really, miss?”
“Yes, dear. I’d like you to assist Bobby in the boot parlour. You start on Wednesday. Initially there will be a trial period when you’ll be working alone. Don’t look so worried, dear. Charlotte Macilveney has generously offered to supervise. Isn’t that good of her?”
“Charlotte M-Macilveney? The dressage specialist?”
“Indeed.”
“B-but… I don’t have any experience… Nanny always used to clean my shoes when I was a little girl…”
Violet leant back in her chair and regarded Thomasina with smug satisfaction.
“But now you’re a grown-up girl, Thomasina, and you’ll be cleaning others’ boots. You’re the ideal candidate. If things work out I’ll get you some, er, appropriate uniforms. For the time being just wear one of your catsuits. This one is nice, actually. I haven’t seen you in yellow before. You should find it very rewarding work. We can discuss your contract and remuneration after the trial period. Any questions?”
She knew there was no point in arguing. Between the collections of Miss Poole and her erstwhile friend Emily Laidlaw there was enough material to ruin her life. She adopted a submissive tone.
“D-do I get any training, miss?”
“You can go and watch Bobby tomorrow. While you’re there you can also supervise the waiting room. I gather it’s very busy at present. Make sure everyone has their turn.”
She said this with a mischievous smile, envisaging her in her latex catsuit trying to control a roomful of unruly teenage girls. She sat silently looking at Thomasina for a whole minute, enjoying the way the latex clung to her figure, and imagining the reaction of the stable lads when they found out she was the new boot assistant.
“Yes, perfect…” she murmured.
“S-sorry, miss?”
“You can go now, Thomasina. Are you going home like that, by the way?”
“N-no… Mummy’s picking me up today.”
“Ah. Pity…”
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