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Chapter 72: The Calendar Presentation at the Stables
The next Sunday I climbed out of bed around 7:00 as usual and hit the shower, shaving all over as I knew I will have to face Joy again. Hellen had warned me there was no escaping her today. I loved the girl very much and didn't begrudge her a roll in the hay, but does it always have to be me? Hellen told me she tried every stable hand at the riding school, but isn't there anyone who can satisfy this girl? Maybe I should suggest to Marianne that she hire a couple of new guys for Joy to try.
OK, she was everything I loved in a woman: she was young with a body many men would drool over, and she had red hair, my favorite color for a woman, but I swore that today would be the last time I'd fuck that girl. She was just too exhausting.
The trick will be to make it clear to her that it has to be over. Maybe I should ask Hellen to put some pressure on her as well, hinting that I wouldn't participate in their regular carousel rides anymore if she kept chasing after me. Aside from that little cloud, I was really looking forward to seeing all the ladies from the riding club again today, plus the ones from the Sanctuary who had posed for the calendar.
After a light breakfast, I gathered my photo equipment and packed a sports bag with my riding gear. By the time I was ready, Jada showed up. I had promised her a ride to the stables. After all, she was the one who deserved all the credit for this calendar, having shot the majority of the photos.
When we arrived, the whole place was already in a festive mood. Signs had been put up to guide the guests to the parking lot and balloons had been attached to all the stable doors. After unloading the equipment, I left Jada to guard it all and went looking for my favorite horse. She would be the one I was going to ride during the show that our little group was going to put on after the speeches and the presentation of the calendar, hopefully attracting new riders. It was, after all, the riding club members who had come up with the idea for this calendar in the first place and provided most of the models.
By 10:30, the parking lot had filled up nicely and people were walking all over the place, ogling the horses. Marianne had some treats for the horses for sale: healthy treats, fruits, and carrots. When people see animals, they just love to feed them, but of course it has to be done in a way that doesn't harm the poor creatures. I remember when I was a kid and my mother took me to the zoo in the center of Antwerp, right next to the central station. We always went to the supermarket around the corner to buy some cheap overripe bananas to feed the monkeys. In those days that was common practice and with an abundant supply of wild animals at the time, the occasional death of an animal didn't pose a big problem in replacing it with a fresh one.
Luckily today the various zoos take far more care of their animals than in those days, they have very controlled breathing programs, helping to preserve the various species still roaming the earth, but I'm digressing, back to the event of the day, the presentation of the calendar at the riding stables.
By 11:00, the official delegation with the mayor and a few of the aldermen arrived so we could start the actual presentation. As Hellen had predicted, the mayor made exactly the same speech he had given a week before at the sanctuary, emphasizing the importance of the political support of this kind of initiative, claiming part of the glory for himself and his party.
Between the two events, Jada and I had made a big blowup of each individual month and put them up on easels, which I borrowed from Beth, and had displayed all over the stables area. The photos were 80 x 120 cm (31 x 47 inches). The idea was to auction them in the afternoon after the various riding demonstrations with our carousel ride as the closing show. The proceeds would be split 50/50 between the Sanctuary and the stables.
All through the day people could have rides in the paddock, trying out their skills as riders or amazons. For the kids, Marianne had borrowed a few smaller ponies from a friendly riding stable in the next village. These were a huge success with the kids. It was still common that, at the local annual fair, there was a stand where kids could ride a 'horse' going around in a small circle, but this was completely different. Even though someone walked with them controlling the horse they could actually have the real feeling of riding a horse.
Some of the over-enthusiastic adult males fell off their ride, but luckily without any major damage except their pride or the occasional sore butt. We didn't need to call for an ambulance. There was a small delegation of the local Red Cross who took care of the occasional graze, sprain, or bruise, but that was all.
When we finished our carousel ride, we got a big round of applause. In fact, as there were no seats available to begin with, I would say we got a standing ovation. Of course, we all pointed to Marianne as the conductor. She turned beet red and took a bow. When all the horses had been de-saddled, given a treat, and put back in their respective stables, the auction of the blow-up pictures was about to start. Do I need to mention that the majority of the bidders were male?
For this, Marianne had acquired the help of a specialist from the local auction house. I must say, he was good. What am I saying, he was phenomenal. He managed to get top money for each of the photos. There was fierce bidding going on between the partner of the woman in the picture and a few bidders who absolutely wanted to have a large-size reproduction, I guess for their bedroom.
Top dollar was paid for Hellen's photo as a result of fierce bidding between the Mayor and Dave, who absolutely wanted to keep that photo for himself and his lovely wife. In the end, he won after doubling the Mayor's bid of 500 dollars. It would have cost him less if he had ordered one directly from me, but it was all for a good cause. The second highest price was paid for Joy's picture. I guess I'm not the only man who has a thing for red-headed women.
The final result of the auction was somewhere around 8000 dollars, giving a nice sum of 4000 for each, which would help to keep both organizations operational. Also, the sale of the calendars themselves brought a nice sum of money, similar to the amount gathered the week before at the sanctuary. Marianne was very happy with the money and even happier with the number of new customers for her riding lessons and horse rental. She told me she even got a new customer who owned a couple of horses and wanted to stable them with her, which would give her a steady income.
I also had some unexpected income taking pictures of all the people having fun riding the horses all through the day. Over the coming weeks, they would hopefully come to the shop to buy prints of their adventures on horseback. As I was allowed to put up a small exhibit in one of the empty stables, a few couples approached me to ask if they could come in for a portrait session as well. I hoped, giving them a 5% discount voucher, would help to convince them, so I guess I will have my work cut out for the coming weeks taking pictures of 'nude' couples. I was really looking forward to doing it for some of the more good-looking wives who approached me. For others, I would have my work cut out to make them look the way they hoped they looked in their minds.
For one of the girls I was sure she would look great, but I also knew there would be a price to pay as well. Maybe I should try some BDSM moves on her, maybe that will put her off me for future romps, you know who I'm referring to I guess, if you don't, her name begins with a J and ends with a Y, and if you still don't get it, she's a ginger.
Around 5:00 pm people started to leave. It had been a fun-filled day and it had brought some well-needed financial aid for Marianne and her riding stables. By 6:00 everyone was gone and I was taking down the photos of my small exhibition. Well, I thought that everyone had gone until I got a tap on my shoulder which almost made me jump out of my britches. I give you one guess who made me startle.
"Christ, Joy, what are you still doing here? Everyone's gone."
"Sorry, Lew, I thought I'd give you a helping hand with dismantling your exhibition."
"And hoping I would give you a helping hand in some other way as well, were you?"
"I wouldn't mind if you did."
"What is it with you, girl, why are you so focused on me?"
"Because you're the only male that can give me such wonderful orgasms."
"Come on, Joy, a dick is a dick, and I don't even have a very big one."
"Maybe not, but it's like what you always say about photography. 'It's not the camera that takes the picture but the person pressing the shutter.' So in this case, it's not the size that makes it great but who's using it and how, and you do have a great way of using yours."
"So, are you telling me you never had sex with a man who could use his cock in a way that made you happy?"
"Not in the way that you have. I had sex with one of the stable hands and I must admit that he was good, but not as good as you."
"You're what 24, 25?"
"24 actually, I'll be 25 in a few months."
"So in the, let's say 6 years that I presume you had sex, you only met 2 men that could make you happy?"
"No, not 6, I lost my virginity when I was 20 and that was the first disaster I experienced."
"What do you mean by disaster?"
"Just like me, he had no idea what he was doing, resulting in a very painful experience for me, followed by a month of anxiety fearing I could be pregnant."
"So I guess you didn't use protection?"
"No, he claimed that the first time you have sex, you can't get pregnant, and using protection would make it very painful for me and very unpleasant for him. And as I was head over heels over him, I didn't want to make it unpleasant for him."
