Chapter Six
A MOMENT OF OPPORTUNITY
or
How to Gentle a Nervous Pony
ADAM AND Imet for a sandwich in the cafeteria.
“I promise to take you for a proper lunch on the weekend.We’ll go to the resort café.I want to show you the fancier side of the BCR’s business model.And, of course, you’ll have a prime spot for the pony show on Saturday.
I grinned.“Can’t wait.”
“Did you get to catch a training session this morning?”
I nodded.“Yes.Lorraine and Teagan”
“Lorraine was a wonderful find.Kamal suggested her, I interviewed her, and by the time I got to see her in action, I had no doubt she’d fit in here.”
“Were you hesitant to hire a woman?Because you deal with ponyboys?
Adam shook his head.“No, not really.Most people involved in extreme kink respect a person in a position of authority over them, regardless if it’s a woman or a man.They get off on the power and the dynamic.The gender of the person wielding that power is often irrelevant.”
“Have you ever had trouble persuading a ponyboy that a female trainer would work for them?”
“Sometimes they’re a little disappointed to find out they haven’t been placed with an alpha male trainer.They soon discover that Lorraine has her own particular brand of discipline and control.”
“Yes, I can see that,” I said, recalling what I had seen that morning.
“She’s one in a million and I’m keeping her.”
I raised my glass of water.“Hear, hear.”
When we’d finished eating, Adam stood.
“I must get back to my office.Lots of paperwork to take care of when a new session begins.”
I stood as well and shook his hand.“Thanks for bringing me in.I can already tell this is going to be an incredible assignment.”
“I can already tell you’re going to be up to the challenge, Oliver.”
I glanced at my watch.According to what I’d been told, the afternoon ponyboys would be arriving at the grooming barn right about now.I was sorely tempted to shoot the second set of young men in the showers and getting tacked but decided to go to my room instead for a short rest.I’d be shooting Puck and Kamal in the arena or the paddock, and I wanted to preserve my artistic energy for that.
Upstairs, I unplugged my phone from its charger and sent a text to Grif to see if he was available for a phone call.It didn’t take him long to answer.
YES.Just let me close my door.I’m at the office.
Grif worked as a financial consultant at CIBC.Kind of the farthest thing from what I did, but maybe that was why our friendship worked so well.Plus, I had access to free investment advice.
He sent me a thumbs up emoji a moment later, and I hit the Call button.He didn’t even let it ring fully before he answered.
“Ollie!Hi!Oh my God, how is it?Have you ridden a ponyboy yet?Gotten one to eat sugar out of your hand?Tell me!”
I broke out laughing.“Uh, no.I don’t think they actually put saddles on the ponyboys here.Or ride them.”
“Oh.That’s kind of a bummer.”
“If you say so.And the one ponyboy I’d love to feed sugar cubes to would probably spit in my face if I tried.”
