Bar None Stables
by
Kilogram
Chapter 3
Though she needed help preparing for her date, Linda knew how to dress
for the interview. She needed something conservative, but still feminine. The
beautiful brunette chose a conservative suit, something which show her calves
without making her look as though she was a slut on the make. She decided dark
blue was a nice color that would show she was serious. Beneath the matching blue
jacket she wore a long-sleeved white blouse. A clasp at the back of her neck
kept her long hair bunched together at the back of her neck so it would hang
down to the middle of her back.
As she finished dressing, she kept one eye on the clock. She did not
want to be late. This meeting was too important to screw up because of some
stupid oversight. While she did not remember applying for the grant, she
discovered Bar None Enterprises gave substantial amounts to students wishing to
further their education. This could put her on easy street. With the right
amount of a grant, she could concentrate on her studies without worrying about
money. A slight grin appeared on her face as she realized she might even have
more time for dates.
Giving herself time to spare, she rushed from her dorm room. At the end
of the corridor she took the elevator to the ground floor. Walking quickly to
maintain a ladylike decorum, she hurried across the crowded lobby. As she
stepped through the doorway, she expected to see a coach awaiting her but none
was there.
Bar None had, of course, offered to send a coach to pick her up. Since
their tower was near the campus she could have walked, but the secretary who
called insisted that she arrive in style.
"It's part of the corporate image," she confided over the telephone.
The beautiful brunette thought about walking, thinking they had
forgotten about her. The secretary had been so insistent. One glance at the
clock on the student union told her she was two minutes early.
As she contemplated finding a seat on the crowded benches outside the
dorm, the carriage came around the corner. With majestic splendor, the carriage
moved down the block toward the front of the building.
While ponygirls were fairly common by this day, everyone turned to
watch. The carriage was lightweight, made of the newest aerospace plastics and
composites. Still, with the driver and passenger, it required some work to pull
it. What approached the dorm was what was called a "coach and four."
Four naked ponygirls pranced merrily down the street, drawing the
carriage behind them. The four were as perfectly matched as could be. All were
the same height, the same shade of dark hair, and the same huge bosom.
The mid-sections of their bodies, from the hips to the breasts, were
covered by a red-and-black satin corset. Red and black were the colors of the
Bar None Stables. The horseshoe sandals they wore were a mixture of red and
black patent leather. The harnesses were black, while the plume that arose from
the harness on top the head of each ponygirl was red.
With each step, both ponytails swayed majestically left and right. The
hair of the brunettes was formed into ponytails and held in place by the
harnesses. Another tail protruded from the bottoms of these domesticated
animals.
Linda looked around to see if everyone watched. She waited until the
carriage came to a stop and the driver stepped down before coming down the steps
to the street. She moved slowly to give everyone plenty of time to feel jealous.
The driver opened the door for her as she came within a few steps. He
wore the red livery of a carriage driver. He doffed his black top hat
The Bar None Enterprises Tower was only a few blocks away but it took
almost ten minutes to reach it because the street was blocked with other
carriages drawn by ponygirls. Linda was content to sit back enjoying the ride at
first. After several minutes she wished there was some open space so the driver
could get the pony girls to trot. She leaned to the left to see around him so
she could see the rear ponygirl on that side. Both ponytails swayed with each
step.
The carriage ascended the slight grade to the front door of the Tower. A
pair of costumed footmen hurried forward to help her down from the carriage. The
beautiful brunette felt as though she was royalty the way everyone treated her.
The doorman directed her to the elevator tubes to the left. In seconds
she emerged onto the penthouse officers. The secretary smiled when she
introduced herself. She knew she was expected.
"Ms. Hawkins will see you in a few minutes. Please fill out this
personal data questionnaire while you wait."
It took the beautiful brunette only a few minutes to complete the
questionnaire. She could not understand why they wanted the names of her
friends. Once she had it done, she returned it to the secretary.
"Ms. Hawkins will see you now."
As she gestured to her right, the door opened. Linda smiled down at her
and moved in that direction.
"Sit down, Miss Lawrence. Can I get you some herbal tea?"
They discovered her grades, her courses, and her goals in life. She
sensed she was making a good impression. She felt that they would sponsor her
education as long as she remained in school.
The video box on the desk held all the information about Linda. The
older woman accessed each file merely touching the screen.
"Oh, my!"
"What is it?
"There is only one thing."
"What?" Linda's academic record was perfect. She saw nothing wrong
anywhere.
"Purely standard procedure, but we ran your name through the
University's computers and came up with this.
Ms. Hawkins touched a pressure pad on her desk. The holographic pictures
on the wall to her left disappeared. As the images faded from view, Linda
realized the whole wall was one massive video display screen. An image appeared,
fuzzy at first, then more clear as the computers corrected the image. Linda
recognized that fanny before she even saw the face. It was Linda, on her back,
as she had described it only a day before, with her knees against her chest and
her feet pointed toward the ceiling.
"They identified you from this security video. For some reason they
failed to bring it to the attention of the administration. I'm truly sorry, but
I think we have to notify the dean of women about this episode."
Linda shot forward on her chair seat.
"Does this mean I don't get the grant?"
"Grant? My Dear, this tape will likely get you expelled."
"You can't do that!"
"My Dear, you don't expect me to cover this up, do you?"
"Please, I'll do anything to keep this a secret."
Ms. Hawkins returned to a condescending smile.
"I'm certain we can work out some arrangement that will keep the tape
from being made public."
