by Jane Futa
“Not a bad idea,” the old man said, pointing to his shirt. “I’d be shirtless if I had a movie-star body, too.” The old man laughed, revealing a few missing teeth. He extended his hand and added, “I’m Sparky. I spoke with ya’ on the phone… guess it was Tuesday?” He seemed unsure.
Derek clasped his hand over the man’s and immediately felt as though his fingers would be crushed by the strength.
“Say goodbye to those soft hands,” the man cackled with laughter. “You’ll have some good-proper callouses by the week’s end.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” Derek said with a nervous laugh.
“Don’t worry about bullshitting me, son. Work is work; ain’t no shame in admitting you don’t wanna’ do it. Who does? We’ll do a lot of that, but we have fun around here, too.” The man spoke with an inviting tone. He seemed like the sort of soul Derek had known all his life. He exhaled with relief and dragged a hand through his blonde hair. Smiling, he revealed a set of dimples that went well with his cobalt eyes. He felt as though he might just fit in on this farm, after all. Weeks of anticipation and anxiety about what it might be like, had finally come to a head. And now he realized that his boss wasn’t the southern curmudgeon that he feared.
“So, let’s get you back here so you can meet the crew,” the old man said, starting toward the building behind the farmhouse. “We’ve got a big ranch here, yes we do. We’ve got three other men helping out this summer, along with one mighty-tough girl named Sam.”
As they stepped, the man dodged little potholes in the dirt that had filled with the water of a recent thunderstorm. Tornado season was incoming, and Derek knew that it was going to be a challenge overcoming his fear of funnel clouds.
They came around to the small brick quarters just as the smell of horse manure had filled Derek’s nose. “You’ll get used to that by tomorrow – believe me,” the old man chuckled as they rounded the corner of the building.
As they did, Derek immediately saw three men sitting against the side of the building. They seemed lazy and careless, each of them smoking a cigarette and playing a game of cards. The scene certainly seemed like something out of an old movie.
“You lazy bastards,” Sparky called out. The young men only laughed and shook their heads, though they quickly took note of Derek as he approached. One of them gave a cat-call whistle.
“Hello there, handsome,” one of them called in a patronizing tone.
“Sparky you didn’t tell us you were letting the underwear company do a model shoot on your farm today,” one of the other young men said.
Derek suddenly felt a wave of tension and insecurity wash over him. He looked down at his bare chest and abs, and felt like an idiot. Clearly, he’d given his city-slicker status away immediately. He’d expected to find other shirtless men, their muscles glistening with sweat as they baled hay. But instead, he was the only one in such stereotypical garb.
“Settle down, y’all,” Sparky said. “It’s hot out. I don’t blame him.”
Sparky motioned toward Derek and added, “This is Derek. He’s the new help for the summer. That’ll make the four of you and Sam.”
One of the men, a dark-haired and tanned man in a red plaid shirt and jeans, muttered beneath his breath, “Sadist Sammy.”
“Cut that out,” Sparky said with a snap.
“This here is Ricky,” Sparky said, pointing to the dark-haired man. He followed by pointing to a red-headed young man and added, “That’s Billy.”
“That there is Craig,” he finally added, pointing to a short, slim young man with dirty blonde hair.
The three men waved lazily and returned to their card game.
“What’s all this?” Sparky asked, pointing to the game. “Lunch break,” Ricky called back before the three laughed.
“Better not let Sam catch you slacking off on a Thursday,” the old man warned.
The three men laughed, before the red-head called back, “She’s at the feed store. She ain’t gonna’ be back for at least thirty minutes. We’ll see her driving up when she does and then we’ll get back to the horse-shit. God knows there’s plenty of it.”
Derek watched in disbelief as the three men seemed downright indifferent to the farm owner. Why aren’t they terrified of losing their jobs? He wondered to himself. He smiled, realizing that he might have stumbled upon an easier summer job than he’d ever imagined.
Unfortunately, he was dead-wrong.
The following morning, Derek awoke with a gorgeous, dark-haired cowgirl straddling his crotch.
“Hey sleepy head,” she whispered in a cool, high-pitched tone that was sweet and comforting.
“What the…” Derek said, opening his eyes and seeing the blurry hour-glass figure of the bombshell. He felt the weight of her riding over his body as he rubbed his eyes and got a better view. Sitting atop him was a beautiful woman, no more than twenty years old.
“Am I… dreaming?” He asked in a rough, dehydrated tone.
He yawned and stretched his arms out across the bed. When Sparky had shown him his room the evening before, it certainly hadn’t looked like much. But after a few hours of bailing hay, he knew he could have slept on cardboard and found it comfortable.
“No, you’re not dreaming,” the sweet voice called back. He looked up to see the girl straddling his waist brushing a hand through her long dark locks. Her giant breasts were pressed together in a tight little red flannel shirt. He looked down and saw two silky thighs jutting from a tiny pair of khaki shorts.
Derek immediately lost track of where he was. For a moment, he thought he was still back at college, looking at the result of a weekend hook-up. Though, he’d certainly never managed to nab a girl halfway as attractive as the one sitting atop him in that moment.
“Time to get up,” the girl said, brushing his cheek with her finger.
“Eh, why?” Derek said, yawning and feeling the sheets against his naked body. He felt his cock swell beneath the warmth of the girl’s body and wondered if she would feel him growing beneath her.
“Let’s stay here all morning,” he urged.
The girl again smiled and whispered, “Come on. Time to get up. Last chance.”
“Ugh. Just a little while longer,” Derek said with a smile.
“Ok,” the girl said, and climbed off of his body. Derek paid her little attention and reveled in the comfortable bed as the strong morning sunlight crept through the white curtains beside his be.
“Fuck!” Derek cried out, as an otherworldly sting crashed against his entire body. In one swift motion, his dream girl had yanked the bed sheet from his naked body and splashed a gallon of ice water over him.
Derek jumped up and flung his body out of bed, with every muscle tight and fiery. He felt as though he must’ve shot several feet into the air before finally landing on his feet beside the bunk.
“Fuck!” He cried out one more time as he looked down at the ice water dripping from his naked muscles. He was covered in goose-bumps and shivering, which was the least of his problems. He looked down to see his ball sack hard and shrunken, along with his cock. Every ounce of arousal had fled his body in the blink of an eye. As he reached to cover himself, he heard the laughter of his mistaken dream girl, who was standing by the door.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? I’m going to kill you!” Derek growled as his blue eyes grew bold and fierce. He clenched his jaw and neared the girl, but she was unfazed by this, and rightfully so. The more Derek neared her, the more she seemed like she would be a difficult girl to take down, and might even give him a run for his money in the ring.
The girl laughed again and shook her head. “I told you ‘last chance.’” The girl smiled and said, “I’m Sam. Welcome to the ranch. Now cover that sad excuse for a dick and get out to the barn.”
Derek’s jaw hung open in complete disbelief as the girl turned and headed out the door. Even in his traumatized state he couldn’t help but get an eyeful of her perfectly full ass, sitting snugly in
the little pair of beige shorts.
“Fuck,” he whispered to himself as he tried to comprehend what had just transpired. He dried himself off with a towel as he tried to warm his body in the heat of the sunlight coming in through the window.
So that Sam, huh? He thought to himself. “What a bitch.”
As the words slipped from his lips, he broke out into laughter. He climbed into his jeans and shook his head. He couldn’t believe a girl as gorgeous as her could be such a hard-ass, but clearly he had a lot to learn on the farm.
Derek made his way outside as the three other men watched. They all snuck little bits of laughter here and there as Sam watched Derek as well. She would turn back to look at the men, and they would return to their stolid expressions. There was no doubt about who was in charge on the ranch. That much was certain.
“Glad you could finally join us,” Sam said with a devilish grin.
She propped her hand on her hip and bit her lip, watching the lean city-slicker approach. He struggled to get his button-up flannel shirt over his body completely as he neared, looking like a complete mess.
“You need a little help with your shoes, kiddo?” Sam asked, eyeing Derek’s mismatched shoes.
“Fuck,” he moaned, before rushing back into his bunk. So began the next few days of brutal labor. Though he formed a sense of camaraderie with the other young men, Sam remained distant and more occupied with other tasks on the ranch.
“What’s the deal with the chick?” Derek asked later that day as they scooped large shovels full of chicken feed and dumped them into troughs.
“What’dya mean?” Rickey asked, huffing as he lifted a large scoop of corn.
“She’s a real tyrant, huh?” Derek said.
“Sam’s all right,” Craig butted in. “She takes some getting used to.”
“Seriously?” Derek asked. His eyes flashed with disbelief.
He felt the sweat beading down from his forehead and stinging his eyes before he wiped with the collar of his shirt. His muscles were starting to ache endlessly as the first few days of hard labor sunk into his body. He’d done more work in the past forty-eight hours than he might have done in his entire life.
“She’s such a Nazi,” he said, scooping another shovel-full of feed and dumping it in the steel canister. The grain gave the sound of heavy rain as it filled the bin, followed by a small corn dust into the air that he was still trying to get used to.
“She’s a hard-ass yeah, but uh… she makes up for it in other ways,” Ricky said with a wink. The three men eyed each other in the moment and chuckled, as if they had been in on a little joke that Derek still had yet to be informed of.
“She dumped ice water on me for fuck’s sake,” Derek said.
“Oh, so that’s why she keeps referring to you as ‘Tiny,’” Billy said with a snort of laughter. He was joined by the other two and Derek felt a sense of defeat. A quiet indignation rose inside him; he wasn’t about to be Sam’s whipping boy – at least, that’s what he thought.
The following evening as Derek was settling into his bunk for the night, he saw a pair of headlights flash through his window and against the wall, coupled with the sound of squeaking truck brakes. A door shut and after a moment he heard a knock at his door.
Derek jumped up lazily, rubbing his shoulder as he thought for a moment to put on something besides baby blue boxers. But he couldn’t be bothered to as much as reach down for a shirt. He walked slowly to his door as the knocking continued. Upon pulling open his door, he was surprised and terrified to see Sam standing in the door with another girl.
“Come on,” she said, gulping on a beer bottle.
“Who, me?” Derek asked, pointing into his chest.
“Yeah, obviously,” Sam said, rolling her green eyes. The other girl, a short and curvy redhead, giggled at this. Both women were in tight-fitting shirts that easily gave away their generous cleavage. The sight left Derek covering his boxers, hoping to hide the swelling cock inside them. The other girl eyed him up and down, and the vulnerability of being so close to naked, sent a pang of lust throughout him.
He felt as though he could reject Sam’s demand, but then he might be drenched in cold ice water again – or worse. But as the thought flashed across his mind, he couldn’t fathom what would be so bad about being punished by two gorgeous young women.
Finally, he ran a hand through his hair and squinted in the flash of the truck headlights, which were pointed right at him into the door.
“Why? Where are you going?” He asked.
“We’re going to a bonfire at Chelsea’s farm down the road,” Sam said with an excited smile. The jubilance across her eyes right then, reminded Derek that there might have been some compassion in his strict new boss, after all. Though, he remained skeptical.
“I don’t know. I’m beat,” Derek answered with a hint of agitation, “Thanks to the roofing duty you put me on earlier.”
“Oh?” She laughed. “You’re going to be in worse shape tomorrow if you don’t get dressed.” The challenge in her tone was more playful than demanding for a change. She seemed more like a typical, pushy girl, rather than a total dominatrix.
“We have tomorrow off,” Derek noted in defiance.
“Nothing is guaranteed around here. I can have you shoveling horse-shit all day tomorrow if I like,” Sam said. “But you could always get dressed and come with us, instead.”
“Or don’t get dressed – either way is good,” the red head said with a flirty smirk.
Sam laughed at this and gave her a little push. Derek might have been more responsive to the sexual bullying of two drop-dead beautiful women, if he hadn’t been worked nearly to death the past few days. Sensing this, Sam added, “If you come with us, I’ve got something that will make it worth your while.”
The remark caught Derek’s attention, and he decided that this was all the bargaining he needed. Whatever it might have been, it was better than being forced into attending their campfire.
He threw his shorts and shirt on hobbled out into the cool summer evening. The rich breeze blew through his unkempt blonde hair and he slowly made his way toward the bed of the pickup truck. As he was about to step up, Sam hung out of the drive side window.
“In here, silly,” she said, waving Derek over. He came around to find the red-headed girl waiting outside of the passenger door. “You can ride bitch,” the redhead said, motioning him in the middle seat.
“Um, thanks,” he said, unsure whether to feel good about the offer.
He hopped in and next thing he knew, he was back in another pickup truck, absorbing every last pothole in his ass, as him and the two girls jumped up and down all the way to the campfire site.
The truck engine was loud and strained, and coupled with the hard breeze of the night; it made any conversation hard to follow. Derek said little, and even as Sam’s free hand crept down along his thigh, he stared straight ahead. If there was any major difference between city girls and country girls, he was clearly finding that country girls knew what they wanted, and they went after it hard.
The three of them pulled up to a camp fire, where two other girls were already sitting. Their faces glowed against the bonfire as the red light flashed in their wide eyes. Derek swallowed hard as he realized it would apparently be him and four girls. He would normally feel like a king, yet in the presence of his boss, he only felt the chance to screw up and get punished was inevitable.
The four girls sat down, each clasping beer bottles in their hands, as Derek sat down on the farthest seat. The fire raged and fought against the breeze, as each of the girls giggled and made small talk, as if they were deliberately ignoring the city guy at first.
Finally, Sam turned to Derek and spoke. “This is Kate and Megan,” she said, pointing to the two girls who had been sitting at the fire when they pulled in. The girls seemed like twins – completely identical, sporting blonde pig-tails and slim figures. Sam pointed to the redhead and added, “This troublemaker is Rachel.�
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“Troublemaker? Um, the only troublemaker around here is you,” Rachel said, shoving Sam.
The girls laughed as Sam shook her head. “Whatever,” she said, sipping her beer.
“This fine specimen is Derek,” Sam announced. The girls took notice and nodded as Derek shrugged and gave a small wave.
“Come on, tell us a little about yourself, Tiny,” she insisted, using the same epithet that Billy had warned him about. The girls giggled at this and at once, Derek knew that word of his small dick had spread like wildfire amongst the girls. He would normally have felt humiliated, yet he only felt a singe of lust at the fact that the girls were all right then, thinking of his cock, regardless of what they all thought of it.
“Um, there isn’t much to tell,” Derek said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Come on, already,” Rachel said boisterously, as the three girls laughed.
“I’m from upstate, in the city. I’m going to college there and uh… I don’t know. I’m majoring in Biology,” Derek explained, shifting his eyes as if he were remembering a list of person statistics.
“Ugh,” Sam moaned. “This isn’t a job interview. What about the juicy stuff? When’s the last time you had sex?”
Derek blushed slightly at this question, and more so at the fact that the other three girls had found this a point of interest as well.
“Wait, what?” Derek asked in disbelief.
Between hooting and hollering, Sam broke in with, “how many ladies have had the Derek experience?”
Derek laughed and shook his head. “A couple,” he answered finally, to the amusement of the girls. The four of them laughed at this, but Sam continued to sneak glances toward him amidst the distraction. He was more confused than ever, now. What kind of games was his boss trying to play?
“So if you’re from the city, then how the hell did you end up in this shithole?” Megan said with a chortle.
“Uh, well, I saw an ad online for some help. And uh,” Derek said, thinking of a clever way to end his explanation. “The strip clubs weren’t hiring.” He gave a cocky smirk at this, and each of the girls seemed to find this more amusing than anything.
