Chapter 8

Janet and Astrid walked arm in arm like girls do when out in public. Being Sunday they had the day to themselves and it was a blissful sunny morning to be walking round the duckpond in the park.

They were catching up on each other, because working in the same club didn’t mean you were always alongside. Astrid’s performances were late evenings when the club was busy and that’s when Janet was being trained-up for her ‘private engagements’ by Alfie Matlock.

After fitting procedures, a working ‘schoolgirl outfit’ had been tailor-made for her! It was cleverly designed so the outer gymslip could easily be cast off, leaving the very short white shirt and school tie in place. Other accessories included school hat and socks, short stiletto boots and even a white dildo! Astrid laughed and squeezed her arm saying, “Do you know how to use a dildo?”

“Not really! But I do know how to use a riding crop; there was one of those too!”

“Your full of surprises Janet; you really are!”

Janet laughed,”No silly! ... I use to have a little job with ponies! I loved ponies; how about you?”

Astrid hesitated; “Well ... yes I did in a way.”

“How do you mean ... don’t you like them now?”

“Well I had a bad experience with one when I was quite young; and that was that.”

Janet felt Astrid was holding back on something but didn’t press her further.

They continued arm in arm and came to the cafe where they sat at a table in the shade by the pond. The sat together watching the sunlight dazzle on the water.

They were enjoying the pink milk-shakes they’d ordered when Astrid put her hand lightly on Janet’s. She had a serious look in her eyes?

Astrid began giving Janet some sisterly advice about safety with her new job at Earl’s Club.

Before she became a pole-dancer, Astrid was a show-girl in a north African club.

She had been traded by her father before she was fifteen, to a restaurant and bar that was little more than a brothel for the occupying solders at the time.

At first she was simply expected to fetch, carry and clean. Then she was a bar hostess, encouraging the men to buy more drinks. More and more she was pushed towards degrading sexual encounters; until she snapped and refused to do it any more! The boss was cruel in trying to force her to do his bidding; but she defiantly refused to cooperate.

The owner became so furious, he decided to make an example of her to his other whores; and to make a splash in promoting the venue’s notoriety.

Astrid’s brief description of her tender tush being sacrificed to a rampant pony, was almost a fantasy. But for Janet it sounded true! The intimate details Astrid disclosed were authentic in Janet experience with ponies; and she was spellbound!

But she would have been even more so in knowing her father had seen it happen all those years go when he was stuck in the north African dessert.

But Dan did have quite a nice war with his mates; somewhere in the hot and cold deserts of north Africa. But he’d seen little action; which was just luck really; because one of his mates had been killed from a single bomb blast at base camp while at the same time he and Micky had been in a nearby Arab bordello watching a special show.

It was where they had watched a young Moroccan beauty perform a speciality act; with a pony ... well, she was an orphaned outcast and unfit for marriage apparently.

That was the kind of obscene entertainment on offer to the troops abroad then. The show had been touted around the camp and a few of with leave passes had gone out of curiosity.

Sensual music had played before the curtain was drawn; and there she’d been lain on a bench, her arms and legs tethered apart. She may have been slightly drugged to keep her from struggling; but not to make her overly doped.

The animal was lead in to her; its bouncy cock long and hard. The tension amongst the men had soared. Her tiny waist had writhed in ecstasy as she’d gradually taken that entire meaty shaft! The animal seemed to know what was expected and as it jerked its load into her; she’d cried out in a kind of tormented ecstasy!

Her audience responded, cheering and throwing money gifts.

The stable-boy pulled the drooling cock from her ruined tush; and hot pony seamen oozed from her. The girls head slumped in exhaustion. An appreciative groan filled the hall and the audience then applauded as the animal was led away with its penis still bobbing and dripping!

A curtain fell. It had been a short but sensational show; and he would never forget it. But what became of that little Moroccan beauty Dan had often pondered; it had always laid at the back of his mind.