The Equestrian and Stable hand (pt. 1)
I was working at the local stables the other day for some extra money. Cleaning shit isn't exciting work, but when you need to pay medical bills, you tend to do what you can to make things work.
The morning was like any other; I came into the first barn, made a cup of coffee in the fancy boarders' room, and headed to the hallway of empty stalls. The job was simply to pick up the piles of horse crap, empty them in the pit, and then fill the waters for the horses to be in by 9 a.m. for the morning lessons.
I was midway through the work when I heard someone talking loudly on their phone. The conversation wasn't important to me, so I just turned up my headphones and kept my head down. The women who came to this place were crazy. I preferred to avoid them when they came in early.
As I made my way back from emptying another wheelbarrow, I could feel a tension fill my shoulder, and a tingle run down my spine. I kept walking and pretended like I was just a ghost, not paying attention to the random dread that filled me.
As I place the wheelbarrow down in the next stall, I feel a hand on my shoulder. It squeezed my trapeze muscle hard, as if the needle-like nails knew exactly where to go to cause the most damage without injuring a person.
"Fuck!" I screamed from the sudden pain and frustration. I whipped my headphones off and spun around, ready to start an argument with the spoiled bitch who thought they needed me so badly that I could be treated this way. As I made my way to face her, I saw the devilish glint in her blue eyes and the twist of her smile. I knew who this was and was over it already.
In front of me stood Emily. She was a 5-foot-nothing blonde who was spoiled rotten. She came in three times a week to do lessons, and her parents paid for them. She was a sophomore in college studying something like English, because she would end up just taking over "Daddy's business" when he retired. She was also lewd as fuck toward me.
Every time she came in, since the age of 16, she would try to convince me to fuck her. When she was underage, I intentionally stopped showing up when she was there. I avoided picking up work at the barn if I even caught a hint of her being there. After she turned 18, I stopped caring as much, but still did my best to avoid her at all costs. The only reason she did this was to piss of her parents and she liked getting employees in trouble.
There were two others who did my job with me. One got arrested, because she cried that she didn't want to sleep with him, while she was 17. She'd started that little fiasco by stalking him online and then ultimately blowing him in front of a camera in the barn.
The other was smart enough to wait till she was 18 years old, but Emily found it more fun to tell the owner that the help forced their way onto her. He was fired, but no charges were filed against him, as he was able to show proof that she'd lied about the forceful part.
I wanted nothing to do with her, so I tended to get here early and leave before she arrived. This money was one of the few things that helped keep my debt under control. I wasn't letting this spoiled bitch ruin it for me.
"Can I help you, Miss Wildes?" I asked with venom in my voice.
Her smile didn't falter, and the gleam in her eyes remained predatory. The blue hue of her iris was like ice in the coldest winter. I couldn't help but look her up and down in her riding clothes. She cut a stunning figure with curves that any man would kill to have, but I wasn't fucking with that.
"I need you to saddle me... Oh, I mean my horse." Emily said with an obviously fake statement. She also knew that I didn't handle grooming for this place.
"That's not my job," I stated as a matter of fact. "I'm certain that you are more than capable of handling it on your own."
"How about you saddle my horse, and I show you my tits," she rebutted as if it were a fair trade. "I don't want to do it. I just got my nails done!"
The level of spoiled that came from her attitude made me nauseous. This nepobaby couldn't see how fucking with my life could damage me here and everywhere else. The equestrian community was small, and I wasn't about to lose a job over her.
"Actually..." I said with a pause. I saw her eyes light up a bit. "I am done for the day."
I watched the small figure deflate and then look around at the stalls. She could tell there was more to be done and pointed it out to me. I had a deal with the owner, though, that if this situation were to occur, I was welcome to take an hour break, so as to avoid the situation. If there were further issues, then I could report them to them and go home for the day, with a dock in my pay for the number of stalls not completed.
Today, I planned to leave for an hour and come back when Emily finished riding. I needed the cash, and there wasn't a reason to waste this chance to see her burned by me walking away.
"It doesn't look like you're finished with your work." Emily retorted with annoyance in her voice. "And I told you I needed help with saddling my horse. So, why don't you be a good little stable boy and do as you're told?"
The anger filled me as I looked at this little brat. I realized I was holding my breath at the rage I felt from the statement. Fuck this girl and her little delusions of reality.
Finally, I exhaled and said in the most neutral tone I could, "No." Then I walked away from her and headed to my car.
I slammed the door to my vehicle and texted my boss to let him know I was done for the day and to explain the situation. She didn't argue and told me that the situation would be handled.
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