CHAPTER ELEVEN: "Not all golf hazards contain sand"
THE GOLF MATCH WAS going swimmingly well. Alison and David were enjoying
themselves immensely. The sun was shining brightly, and although the ponygirls
and caddy-slave were delightful if not enticing distractions, both were playing
quite well.
Their hostess however was proving to be a very skilled player
experiencing an off day. In spite of her early success on the 10th, 11th and
12th holes, Lady Meranda ran into trouble. She lost a ball to the water on the
14th, and took a double bogie on the 17th. Nevertheless, she continued to smile,
clearly enjoying herself and viewing her round as the challenge of her day.
Having started their match on the 10th hole, the threesome had completed
the first half of their match. The front nine of the course was to be the back
nine of their game.
"You know, I just love the way their asses move," admired Alison, her
gaze locked to the pairs of pert pony buttocks before her. Lady Meranda smiled.
"Yes, your Julia seems well suited to pony gear," she replied. "By the
way, Alison, I couldn't help noticing how devoted she is to you."
Alison beamed with pleasure. "Yes, she is, isn't she."
The two women settled into a comfortable silence as their pony-pulled
golf cart made its way around the clubhouse. The pony boots made the
unmistakable clip-clop sound of horseshoes contacting pavement.
"Tell me Alison, what do you think of our golf tournament so far?"
purred Lady Meranda. She laid her hand on her companion's thigh.
"It's wonderful," gushed Alison. "As you know, I was here last year too,
and I must say you have made it even more fun this year."
Seemingly unaware of what she was doing, Meranda made small swirling
movements with her little finger, gently caressing the creamy flesh of Alison's
bare leg.
Aware of the touch and Meranda's bisexuality, Alison chose to regard it as
a friendly gesture.
"Yes, I remember you and your pet from last year's tournament. You are a
lovely couple. Anyway, I thought that this year, some of the additions would be
more, interesting," replied Meranda. "There are more to come, too." She gently
squeezed Alison's thigh conspiratorially.
Alison turned to Meranda. Her smile was inviting. "Then we shall have
great fun today, won't we!" she beamed.
The ponies drew the cart off the driveway and headed down the gravel
path leading to the first tee.
"I tell you what," invited Meranda. "You're playing very well, and I'm
not..."
"You're just having a bad start," interrupted Alison. She patted
Meranda's leg sympathetically.
Meranda smiled, her hand sliding higher on Alison's thigh.
"Be that as it may," she said sweetly," what about a friendly wager?"
She cocked a brown eye at Alison. The little finger of Meranda's hand
moved ever so slightly higher on Alison's leg.
Alison's eyes widened in curiosity. "Meranda wants to make a bet with
me? And what is that little finger doing on my thigh?" she wondered.
"Here's what I propose," continued Meranda in a matter-of-fact tone.
"We're about to play the front nine. I will spot you a couple of strokes. If you
can beat me over nine holes, you can have your pick of slaves from my stable,
yours to use or abuse until next year's tournament."
The cart rounded a bend. The first tee was visible just ahead.
Alison considered Meranda's proposal. She was doing well whereas Meranda
was not. She would be spotted a couple of strokes, too. What did she have to
lose? She knew of Meranda's reputation.
"What do I have to lose?" she asked her hostess. "I mean, what happens
if I lose, you win?"
Meranda turned her full gaze to Alison. Her eyes flashed in the
sunlight.
"If you don't win, " she stated, her voice full of mischief. "Then I get
your pet Julia, to do with as I please, for one year."
"Julia?" Alison gulped in surprise. "For one full year?"
Meranda's smile widened. Her hand slithered from Alison's thigh to cup
her crotch overtop the cotton shorts, fingers burrowing into the cotton-covered
sex. She pressed down with her palm and up with her fingertips.
"And I get you, too." Meranda's husky voice dripped with honey and
menace. "Julia and you, one full year, If you don't win. Your pick of my stable
if you do."
Alison squirmed in her seat.
The cart came to a stop, ponies panting and grateful for the rest.
"Ah, here we are," said Meranda gaily. She fixed Alison with her eyes
once more.
"Do we have a bet, my love?"
