The Search for Claire
by Harold
- provided for use on SirJeff's Ponygirls.
- do not use without the author's permission.
Greg looked past Malcolm and Malcolm turned to see what he was looking
at. Sebastian was behind him and about five tables away. Except for Trish, who
knelt stiffly beside him, he was alone for the moment.
"Let's go have a talk with our friend," Greg suggested.
"Yes, let's," Malcolm agreed. Both men rose and Amy and Cindy started
to rise as well.
"Stay," Greg commanded Cindy, who immediately dropped to her knees.
"You, too," Malcolm told Amy, pulling downwards on her reins and forcing
her to her knees. Amy watched in dismay as Malcolm looped her reins around a
bar that circled the table on the underside. She would not be going anywhere.
"Hello, Sebastian," Greg greeted him. "We were just talking about you."
"Oh?"
"Yes. Malcolm here is considering training for Amy and he was asking me
about you. I don't really know all that much, so we decided to come to the
horse's mouth."
"I see. And what is it you want to know," Sebastian replied, somewhat
defensively.
"Well, for one thing, how do you train your girls? What sort of regimen
do you put them through?" Malcolm asked.
"I'm sorry, but we don't discuss our methods. That's our trade secret.
What you should do is judge by the results. Look at Trish here. She's
perfectly obedient. I think you should be more focused on what we produce
instead of how we produce it."
"That's a fair point," said Greg. "So what about Trish, here? Where
did she come from?"
"We don't discuss our clients, either. Who she is and how she came to
be here is none of your business. If you sent someone to me for training,
anyone who inquired about her would get the same answer you just got."
"That's good to know. Your discretion is admirable," said Greg. "Now
about her training, just how well trained is she?"
"See for yourself," Sebastian said, handing Trish's reins to Greg.
"Take her for a spin."
"Thanks," Greg said as he got up and led Trish away.
"So you're seriously considering having your new pony trained?"
Sebastian inquired of Malcolm who had remained seated at the table.
"I'm considering it."
"I guarantee you'll be pleased with the results."
"I'm not saying I wouldn't. I'm just not sure I want to give her up for
the time required, not to mention spending all that money."
"I understand, but I offered you a very good deal last time. That offer
stands, but I'll make you a better one tonight. Send her with me tonight and
I'll do her for only $500. That's a one time offer, good tonight only."
"I'm still not sure."
"But think what you'll get. Imagine having a woman who will do anything
she's told, no matter what it is. Think how many men would give a lot more than
I'm asking from you to have what I'm offering."
"It sounds intriguing," Malcolm said, trying to draw Sebastian out.
"How many men do?"
"Do what?"
"Pay more than what you're asking from me to get what you're offering?"
"Enough. We manage to keep busy."
"I can imagine. So why my pony? It sounds like you can keep busy
without cutting your price. Why do you offer me such a good deal?"
"Well, you know, I'm always eager to help a fellow pony club member."
"So you're offering me this good deal out of comradeship and general
bonhomie."
"Yeah. You really should take me up on this. After tonight it will
cost you another $500."
"So if I'd taken you up on it last time, it would have cost me another
$500, too. Maybe I should wait. I might get an even better deal next time."
"I promise you this is the best deal you're going to get. You should
take it while you can."
Greg returned with Trish.
"Well, what do you think?" Sebastian asked Greg.
"I'm impressed. I certainly can't fault her obedience."
"You see," Sebastian said to Malcolm. "Wouldn't you like for people to
say that about your pony?"
"I'll think about it. Thanks for taking the time to chat."
"Well, but you should really consider..." Malcolm caught Greg's eye,
inclined his head toward their table, and the two men departed, leaving
Sebastian in mid splutter.
"What did you think?" Malcolm asked Greg.
"Malcolm, that woman is terrified."
"That was my impression of Ingrid, the one he brought last week. So
what's the deal with Trish?"
"She was trying way too hard. I asked her if she was okay with being a
pony girl. She stomped once, but I think she was too frightened to give any
other answer. So I told her I wanted a blow job, told her I wanted to fuck her,
told her I wanted to whip her. It was yes to everything. I think if I'd told
her to hurl herself off a cliff, she'd have done it. Her attitude was almost
contagious. I was afraid that if I gave Sebastian a negative report on her, she
really would have hurled herself off a cliff.."
"You think she needs rescuing?"
"She claims not to. I asked. I'm not sure I believe her."
"Sebastian would never let you get her alone if he wasn't sure how she'd
answer that question."
"I know, but I have no intention of intervening unless she asks. You
can do what you want."
"Well, for reasons that don't have a hell of a lot to do with Trish, I'm
going to pursue the matter."
"I knew that's where you were headed. My only request is that you try
to leave the rest of us out of it."
"I'll let you know if there's going to be any splashover."
Amy and Cindy were kneeling where they had been left as Malcolm and Greg
seated themselves at their table. Cindy showed no reaction, but Amy was
obviously furious at being excluded from the conversation with Sebastian. She
squawked through her bit and tugged at her reins.
"Sebastian's lowered his price again," Malcolm informed Amy. "He says
he'll train you for only $500. Maybe I should let him. Maybe then you'd
behave."
Amy ceased her struggles and shrunk from Malcolm.
"Yes, maybe I should," Malcolm mused. "He seems to be able to improve
your behavior without even being here. Imagine what he could do if he had
custody of you for a couple of weeks." Amy was now shaking her head. "Besides,
that would be an easy way to find out what's going on. When he brought you
back, you could tell me all about it." Amy was shaking her head even more
vigorously. "Assuming he brought you back. There is that little wrinkle." He
looked into Amy's ever widening eyes.
"For now, I think you'll stay with me. You have other duties yet this
evening. Stand."
Slowly, Amy stood. Malcolm circled her, looking her up and down. This
brought Amy's attention back to her own nakedness, causing her to blush.
Nevertheless, she remained stiffly erect as she had seen Ingrid and Trish stand.
Seizing her reins, Malcolm led Amy from the club. He nodded to Gerald,
who handed him Amy's coat. Malcolm wrapped the coat around Amy, buttoning two
buttons in front, then led her out the door. He would have liked to lead her to
the car without the coat, but for obvious reasons, leading naked women from the
club was frowned on by the management. After helping her into the car, he
surprised her by binding her ankles tightly together, then blindfolding her.