"It's been a long time, hasn't it, old man?" she sneered. "Don't you just wish I had let you fuck me instead?"
She laughed at the top of her lungs and then she made her way outside again. It was hot out still and there was no breeze. She saw Phil ride up.
"You better go and check on your father," she said. "I don't think he's feeling too well."
She watched Phil run into the stable and that made her laugh all the more. Then she spied this huge black car driving into the area. It was obviously one of the more expensive makes and the man who owned it had to be rich. James Nickles, she thought to herself. That's who it must be. She watched the car as it drove right past her.
As she found out later in the day, Tom had taken off from the tracks.
Before he had left though, he had called the man he worked for to tell him he was leaving. James Nickles, who never usually left his mansion, had driven all the way out to the track by himself to try and talk Tom out of leaving. But by the time he had arrived, Tom had already left.
The anger was written all over his face, and he was desperately trying to find someone who could take over for Tom. There wasn't anyone available. Everyone else at the track was working for someone else.
That was when Vicky made her move. And when she saw what his horse looked like, she made her move even faster.
"I'll be your trainer," she said to Mr. Nickles, going right up to him, when she saw that he was all alone.
He had just looked at her and laughed. "Why, you're just a kid. You're still wet behind the ears."
"I may be just a kid," she said, "but I know more about horses than any man alive. I'm sure Tom told you all about me."
"So you're the girl," he said, looking her over with more interest now.
"From the way Tom talked about you the other day I expected an older woman. Not that much older, but certainly not a teenager. I suppose you and Tom must have fucked before he left, didn't you?"
"All last night," she replied.
"Did he tell you he was leaving?"
"Yes he did," she lied.
"Did he say why?" James asked.
"No, he didn't mention that," she replied.
"With you here, I'm surprised he didn't stay," James said, really looking her over now. "I would have, and you can bet your last dollar that I am going to stay now that I'm here. Yes sir, I'm not leaving for anything."
"Do I get that job?" she asked.
"Wouldn't you rather be my wife instead?" he asked. "I can give you anything you ever wanted. If you like horses that much, I'll buy you all the horses you could ever want. The best horses that money can buy."
"Let me think about that for a while," she said.
"Okay, you do that. In the meantime, let me see what kind of a trainer you'll make. I'm really curious if you know as much about horses as you say."
"I know more than anybody," she said a sly smile coming over her face,
"and someday I just might show you just how much I do know."
James looked at her and a knowing smile came over his face. He didn't say anything though, and he just walked away. He turned though and said, "I'll be back later tonight."
"I'll be here," she said.
Vicky got the few things that she had and moved into the room behind the stable where Mr. Nickles' horse was. Phil and Jack didn't say a word to her when she went and got her things, and they didn't say a word to her when she left. In her new room, Vicky fixed everything just the way she liked it, and then she went out and checked on the horse.
The animal was damp with sweat and still breathing somewhat heavily.
The jockey had just brought him in from his afternoon workout. Vicky told him she would take care of the horse, and the jockey just went off without saying a word. Vicky just stood there, her mouth wide open.
What a horse, she thought. What a beautiful horse.
In her whole life she had never seen an animal like this. He was perfect in every way. She stroked his head, his long neck, and all across his back to his flanks. She would have to devise that method she had been thinking about the other night, and do it quickly. She could hardly wait to get this horse's cock inside her.
She could see his erection now. It would fill her up to the brim, and there would be lots left over. And when he came, the force of his orgasm would probably knock her right out. She could feel her mouth watering for it and the next thing she knew she was down on her knees beside the horse, and she was grabbing for his cock.
The horse's cock was still soft, but not for long.
"Come on, Jocko," she said, calling him softly by his name. "Get hard for me, Jocko. That's it, big boy. Get hard for me. There, that's it."