"What's a hot walker?" asked Jenny.
"A hot walker helps take care of the horse in the stable. You help the groom brush the horse, keep the horse's stall clean, and walk the horse around the exercise circle. It's fun work, if you like horses, but kind of messy. Nobody told me what to wear, and on my first day I ruined some pants and a pair of shoes. I really liked the job, but I could only stay until about eight because I had to go to school."
"You had to work in the morning?" Jenny couldn't believe that Janet could hold down a morning job.
"Yeah, I had to be there at five thirty. I know, I'm not a morning person at all, but for a horse I could get up early."
"I think of a race track as a place for gamblers," said Jenny.
"Oh, yeah, in the grandstand and in the turf club it's all horse players. A hot walker can get in on it, too, if he wants to. The serious horse players come to the track early and watch morning workouts. Then they wander around the stables and try to talk to anybody who's working with a horse. If your horse is running that day, they'll ask you about him. After I'd been there a while, I got my share of players looking for a tip."
"Gosh, Janet, did you ever bet on a horse?"
"No," said Janet a bit sadly, "daddy played the horses enough for me, my mom, and my brother. He was one of those guys at the rail every morning at six."
"So did you get to ride any race horses?" asked Jenny a bit excitedly.
"I got to ride some parade ponies, but I've never been on a thoroughbred. When I first got the job at the track, I wanted to be a jockey, but there was never a chance. When I started there, I was already taller than every jock who could get a mount."
"It sounds like it was exciting work. You got to meet all kinds of people and ride horses," said Jenny.
"Well, it got to be a drag after a while. I was out there seven days a week, and on Saturday and Sunday I was there until the last race because I had to sit up in the turf club with daddy. He bought me my own copy of the racing form and had me mark it up. Then he'd compare his form with my form. If we didn't pick the same horse, I'd have to explain why I liked the horse I picked. I wasn't much of horseplayer, though. Sometimes I could tell that a horse was going to run well, but that didn't mean I could pick winners.
"The one time I spotted a horse that really did well, daddy wouldn't listen to me. The horse was a gelding and a cheap claimer that had taken forever to break its maiden. A maiden is any horse that hasn't won a race. I knew the boy who exercised the horse in the morning, and he said it could really fly if it wanted to. Anyway, after the horse broke its maiden, its owner stepped him up in price for two races. He had finished fifth and sixth in those two races. When I spotted the horse on the racing form, I noticed he was being run back at his regular price. The horse was out of a mare that had torn it up when she was a three year old. I thought the horse was worth claiming, and I asked daddy about it. In a claiming race, all the horses are for sale. If you claim a horse, before the race starts, you pay for it after the race is over and it's yours. Daddy didn't have the money to claim any horse, but he asked his owner friend. The owner took one look at the horse in the parade before the race and said he wasn't even sound. So naturally, the horse broke from the outside and won by eight lengths. After that, the gelding's owner never ran him in a claiming race again, and he went on to win good money."
"I'm not sure I understand all that," said Jenny. "You mean you wanted to buy a horse that was in a race?"
"Well, I wanted daddy or somebody to buy him. The owner of the stable I worked for could have bought him easy."
"What's a gelding, anyway?" asked Jenny.
"That's a colt or a horse that's had his balls cut off."
Jenny blanched. "Well, like I said, it sounds like it was an interesting job. Were there many girls working at the track?"
"There were a few. Being a girl was what put an end to my job, though. By the time I turned sixteen, nearly every guy at the back of the track was trying to nail me. The jockeys were no problem. It's comical when a guy that's four foot eleven and twice your age tries to put the make on you. The grooms were different. Three times a groom pushed me into an empty stable. None of them tried to rape me, but the third time was pretty close. After that, I quit."
Jenny hadn't understood any of Janet's racetrack jargon, but she enjoyed listening to Janet. During their short acquaintance, Janet, despite her willingness to serve as a counterpoise to Jenny's emotional outbursts, had been somewhat aloof. Her short talk about horses made Jenny feel much more comfortable with her weekend roommate.
As the dinner hour approached, Jenny became increasingly worried about getting a late night visit from a felon. She wished that Janet could stay for a third night, even though that might present problems of its own.
"Janet," said Jenny, "it's getting pretty close to dinner." Jenny turned so that she was sitting beside Janet, but still facing her. Her thigh was almost touching Janet's thigh. "I want to tell you now that it's been wonderful having you here, even though last night was kind of difficult."
Janet wanted to say the same to Jenny. She leaned forward a little, put her forefinger on Jenny's chin, and turned Jenny's face toward her. "I've enjoyed it, too," she said. Her face was only inches away from Jenny's. She leaned over a little more and kissed Jenny.
A woman's kiss is her signature, no less than a man's. For the few seconds that Janet kissed Jenny, Jenny could feel a subtle passion that contrasted with Janet's calm exterior. The kiss flustered Jenny. When it was over, she had to grope for something to say.
"I'm, I'm glad you liked it," Jenny said. "I hope my master will let us stay together next weekend."
"Yes," said Janet, leaning back against the wall, "I hope so, too."
Jenny had earlier accepted Janet's argument that her being attracted to a woman was a natural human response. Though Janet's words had been persuasive, her kiss was even more compelling.
They sat in silence, Jenny pondering this latest development, until an escort came to take them to dinner. At dinner, the felons were too busy talking about the visits the escorts had paid them since lunch to notice that Jenny and Janet ate in silence. When the sophs got up to leave, Jenny gave Janet's leg a little squeeze as a final farewell before the BB's exited the restaurant.
Jenny and Janet were again part of a foursome when an escort led them away from the restaurant. He deposited the two felons in their rooms, then led Jenny and Janet back to Jenny's room. Jenny sat down and looked up at Janet, who remained standing so that the escort could lead her to her own room.
"Well?" said the escort.
Janet was looking at Jenny, and the escort's voice startled her.
"Sir?" said Janet, looking in the escort's direction but not directly at him.
"Don't you know by now that you're supposed to sit when I'm here?"
"Oh, yes sir," said Janet, a bit confused. She sat.
"Too bad I have to visit the other slaves. Otherwise, I would have spent the day with you two." He dropped his end of the leashes and left.
Jenny and Janet jerked their heads and looked at each other, their eyes open very wide. Both had expected to be alone after dinner, longing for the other's company, but alone; alone to think about the weekend, alone to ponder their relationship. Now, thrown together suddenly and unexpectedly, neither knew what to do. After several seconds of staring at each other they both looked away.
They sat in silence for a few moments before Jenny finally spoke.
"Do you think he's coming back?"
"No," said Janet, "it didn't sound like it."
Jenny looked for something to say. "Geez, Janet, we haven't had a man visit us all day."
"Yeah," said Janet. She suspected that the masters wanted it to be a day for the girls. "Since we're done for the day, I'm going to take a shower."
"Oh, that's a good idea," said Jenny. It will give me some time to figure out what happens next, she thought.
Janet took a long shower, during which Jen
ny realized that it didn't matter what happened next. In a few hours, she would go to bed with Janet. She would get excited, as would Janet. Both would know what the other was feeling. Inevitably, something would happen. If there were a man in the shower instead of Janet, Jenny thought, I would know what to expect. I could prepare for that, I could even plan something. With Janet, though, I can be sure of only one thing: she will be here.
Janet, like Jenny, was convinced that something would happen when the two of them went to bed, even if that something was just a kiss. While in the shower, she resolved to say something to Jenny. The situation was awkward, but not so delicate that it could not be discussed frankly. When she was done showering, she casually walked out of the bathroom, drying herself with a towel. Jenny looked up at her.
"I guess we should talk a little, I mean about tonight," said Janet.
"I guess we should," said Jenny.
"I'll let you decide. Should we sleep together?" asked Janet.
Jenny thought for a moment. She wasn't afraid of Janet, she liked lying next to Janet, but answering Janet's question affirmatively might send the wrong message. She wanted to say yes without saying yes. She nodded her head twice.
"OK," said Janet, as she sat down next to Jenny and rested her hand on Jenny's thigh, "we don't need to be lovers. We're just friends, good friends. We don't have to treat it like it's our first date or anything like that. Is that OK with you?"
"Yeah, that's fine with me," said Jenny, but what Janet said meant little. Jenny knew it was their first date, and she knew they would spend that date sleeping together the entire night, naked. Still, Janet had relieved some of the tension.
Since they had spent most of the day sleeping, it would be hours before they were ready to retire. Janet renewed their one-sided discussion of horses, detailing everything that was necessary to keep a thoroughbred in racing form. She explained the idiosyncrasies of several horses in the stable where she worked. Jenny listened attentively, but gradually the details overwhelmed her. When Janet again mentioned the gelding she had asked her father to claim, Jenny tried to redirect Janet's monologue.
"Didn't you say that the horse you wanted your father to buy never ran in another race?" asked Jenny.
"Oh no," said Janet, "he ran lots of races after I wanted to claim him. He was never entered in a claiming race again, that's all."
"So what's the difference?" asked Jenny. Jenny was hoping that Janet's discussion might become more intelligible.
"OK," said Janet, "there are basically five different kinds of races: claiming, handicap, allowance, stakes, and match. The claiming races are classified by the price of the horses. The handicap and allowance races may be graded one, two, or three, or may not be graded at all. Important stakes races are always graded.
"In a claiming race, the racing secretary sets a claiming price that he thinks will attract entries. Then he usually establishes some conditions that allow certain horses in the race to carry less weight than the other horses. He may say something like non-winners of two races since a certain date at or above a certain claiming price will be allowed three pounds."
Jenny understood none of this, but Janet charged ahead.
"He also might allow some weight to horses that are entered at a lower claiming price. Now in a handicap, the racing secretary also sets down conditions so that some horses carry less weight than other horses. But in a handicap, none of the horses are for sale."
Janet then gave examples of handicap races, allowance races, and stakes races. To Jenny, it was worse than a math class.
"I'm leaving out a lot of stuff about the entry fees that owners have to pay for some races," said Janet.
"That's OK," said Jenny.
"In a race for class horses," said Janet, ignoring Jenny's remark, "there are nomination fees, entry fees, fees to pass the starter's box, late entry fees, you name it."
Please don't, said Jenny to herself.
By now, Janet had transported herself back to the track. She went over the various distances for horse races. "Only quarter horses run four furlongs. Thoroughbreds will run at least five furlongs, and that distance is usually for two year olds. Six furlongs is the standard distance for a sprint. But races can be run at seven furlongs, one mile, a mile and seventy yards, a mile and an eighth, or a mile and a quarter. I've even seen a race that went two miles."
"That must have been exciting," said Jenny wearily.
"It was," said Janet. "It was raining and the track was sloppy. This one horse that had hooves about three hands wide went off at forty-three to one. He ran off the pace the first mile and a half while the other horses tired themselves out. He drew even coming out of the last turn, then just galloped home like he was out for his morning exercise, blew the rest of the field away."
"Great," said Jenny.
"Did I tell you about track conditions?" asked Janet. "No, I don't think so," she continued not waiting for Jenny to answer. "The condition of the track is based on the amount of water in it. It can be fast, good, heavy, or sloppy. Of course, there are different ratings for the turf course."
Of course, thought Jenny. She had no idea that horse racing was so intricate.
Janet could have gone on all night, but when she was about to explain the betting scheme at the track she noticed Jenny was starting to nod off.
"You look a little tired, Jenny," said Janet. "I can save the rest of this for some other time, if you like."
"That's probably the best thing," said Jenny. She struggled to her feet, went to the bathroom, and brushed her teeth. While in the bathroom, she saw the latest butt plug her master had brought her. She had managed to overlook it the night before. She hesitated to ask Janet to help her with the plug, since merely asking was suggestive, but it would be much easier if Janet helped and Jenny didn't see how she could handle this latest, largest plug on her own. When she emerged from the bathroom, she brought it with her.
"Can you help me with this thing?" she asked Janet as Janet got up to brush her teeth.
"Sure," said Janet.
Janet went to brush her teeth, then returned with some lubricant. Jenny handed her the butt plug and rolled over on her stomach.
"Damn, Jenny, this thing is pretty big," said Janet as she held up the plug. "With your master, though, it's probably a good idea." She looked down at Jenny. "You should put a pillow under your hips before I stick this inside you."
Jenny did as Janet suggested.
"OK," said Janet, "spread your legs."
Janet knelt to the right of the space between Jenny's legs with her knees touching the pillow. While she lubricated the plug, her eyes naturally fell on the girl in front of her. Jenny was about three inches shorter than Janet. She wasn't a petite, but from Janet's vantage point Jenny had something of the pixie about her. Her curves had a decidedly youthful quality which, while feminine, only hinted at sensuousness. Her hips were not slender, but they stopped well short of being broad. Janet thought that the best way to describe Jenny's hips was to say that she had a cute ass. Janet, after absentmindedly lubricating the plug, put her hand on Jenny's right cheek, massaged it a little, and began slowly inserting the plug.
When Janet had helped Jenny with a plug two nights earlier, Jenny had been preoccupied by the plug. Tonight, as soon as Janet massaged her cheek, Jenny was alive to the older girl's touch. She could almost ignore the plug, but she couldn't ignore Janet's hand. As soon as Janet began inserting the plug, Jenny could feel Janet's hand gently massaging her cheek, then her hip, and finally her thigh. Janet's hand was simultaneously relaxing and stimulating. About ten seconds after she began, Janet stopped moving the plug and softly asked Jenny if she was all right. When Jenny answered yes, Janet continued. In another ten seconds, though, Janet stopped and asked again. The fourth time Janet repeated her question, Jenny realized that Janet wasn't asking how the plug felt. Jenny, slowly becoming aroused, had to admit that the more Janet massaged her, the better she felt.
When Janet pushed on the
plug and got it about half way in, Jenny gasped a little. Janet, while massaging Jenny's hip, asked again whether Jenny was OK. Jenny gave a little moan of affirmation. Janet then placed her hand on Jenny's right cheek and twisted the plug in another half inch. Jenny's hips rose slightly, and Janet gently pressed down. After more massage, Janet again put her hand on Jenny's cheek, moved the plug in a little, and got the same response from Jenny.
The two girls gradually established a slow, sensuous rhythm. Janet took care, each time she pushed on the plug, to move it back nearly as much as she moved it in. At first, Jenny's short gasps and moans made Janet smile inwardly. Then she felt the delicious satisfaction that a lover gets when she is arousing her partner. Janet had never aroused a woman before, but she understood feminine libido. The sweet sounds coming from Jenny were wonderful to Janet because they were so like her own. She felt a sexual affinity with Jenny that she had never felt with a man.
To Jenny, Janet's touch, which at first had been only pleasant, and Janet's gentle urgings on the plug, were now truly erotic. When the plug was about three quarters inside her, and Janet had paused for a moment, Jenny shifted her hips. Janet understood perfectly. This time she put her hand on Jenny's cheek, lightly squeezed it, and then pushed the plug in another half inch. Jenny tried to lift her hips a little, but Janet held her in place, squeezed again, and pushed the plug in a bit further. The gentle pressure of Janet's hand as Jenny tried to raise her hips made Jenny quiver inside. She wanted to repeat the feeling, so she shifted, felt Janet squeeze her, and felt the plug move deeper. Janet had to wait only a moment before Jenny shifted again. In another fifteen seconds Janet was holding the plug's disk against Jenny's rear. Jenny moaned softly.
"Jenny, this thing is too big to keep inside over night," whispered Janet as she held the plug inside Jenny and stroked Jenny's hip. "Fifteen minutes would probably be enough."
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