Page 7 of Stable Hand

Marsland smiled. “You mean besides enjoy the beauty of the lake and the luxury of their accommodations?”

I smiled. I liked Marsland and the way he obviously enjoyed explaining how the BCR functioned.

“Ah, so, we have to obey certain legalities in order to stay in business. Our service members are not sex workers. Which means, our guest members are limited to observation only.”

“A voyeuristic vacation like no other,” Connor said, a dreamy look in his eyes.

I could believe it but I’d never realized places like the BCR actually existed.

“Exactly. Sometimes we invite them to watch the trainers put the ponyboys through their regular routines. Once a month we put on pony shows, in either the indoor or outdoor arenas.”

My eyebrows lifted. “Pony shows?”

“Yes.”

“If you stay, you’ll see one in a few weeks,” Connor added. He glanced at Marsland, then smiled at me. “The ponyboys show off their skills at various physical activities, and the trainers try to outdo each other. Very entertaining. And the outfits are a little fancier than the ones used on weekdays.”

“But no sex, right?” I said, trying to understand.

Marsland blushed and gave a small laugh. “Well, not exactly.”

Mother of God. Not exactly?

“Our trainers, being employees of the BCR, and our ponyboys, being members, can legally cross the line if it’s consensual.

I sat up straighter. “So…the guests can pay to observe a trainer and a ponyboy…” I looked back and forth between Marsland and Connor.

Marsland held up a hand. “Engaging in various forms of dominance and submission, often to the point of orgasm. Not intercourse. Most of our ponyboys and trainers wouldn’t be open to that kind of public display and intercourse isn’t permitted between trainers and ponyboys, even if it’s consensual.”

“But…other kinds of public displays?”

“Sure. A certain amount of exhibitionism is a part of the experience for our ponyboys. We have contracts for each of them, containing detailed information on what they will and will not consent to. They have safewords they can use at any time.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jensen said softly. This place was like a Disneyland for fetishists. It was fucking brilliant.

Marsland grinned. “What’s yours?”

“What?”

“Your safeword. Jensen, if this is all too much for you, say so.”

“It’s not. It’s not too much for me. I just—” I looked around the office at the ordinariness of everything and at Marsland and Connor. “I feel like I’m having a really intense dream.”

“Dream?” Marsland asked. “Or kinky nightmare?”

I laughed. Marsland really was quite charming. I tipped my hat further back on my head and sat up straighter, licking my lips as I met Marsland’s gaze. “Wet dream?”

Marsland stared at me. I threw him a wide smile and a shy look. I was embarrassed, and I felt like a total newb. I still wasn’t sure I could…handle…everything. But I had to see this for my own eyes.

Connor laughed. “Wait until you see—”

“Connor, you should get back to the phones. I’ll take Jensen around the stables,” Adam said, flashing Connor a stern look.

“Yes, Sir. Thanks for the scotch.” Connor stood and placed his empty glass on the tray with the decanter.

“Connor? Next time, make sure the email goes through, will you?” Adam said.

“Yes, Adam. Sorry.”