A bit apprehensively, she looked at me and raising her hand shook just one finger at me, as if to tell me to behave. Smiling a huge smile, I merely nodded back to her and lowered my gaze, as if in surrender to her wishes. Little did she know that not only did I love a good challenge. But that the better it got, the more the crowd would roar their approval.
One of our girl attendants helped her climb aboard the Bull as she was about to get the ride of her life, if I had anything to do with it. And with the control board sitting in front of me, I had everything to do with it. Sweet and young (probably about 23 or 24), she was slim and trim and dressed for fun. Cute with firm breasts from where I sat, she was blonde and had had enough to drink that her friends had talked her into a Bull ride. A sleeveless, frilly blouse, and a short full skirt were all she had on, once she had taken her shoes off. Out for a wild night of clubbing, she had obliviously neglected to wear a bra. Not only were her nipples very evident, but when swinging her leg over to mount the Bull a glimpse of her white thong panty was briefly seen.
The crowd behind the ropes around the cushioned area were stirring and murmuring to themselves, as if they knew their lust was about to be satisfied. A good Bull operator could make a very nice living off the crowd, if we let them pay us for the sights to be shown during the brief rides.
Starting the Bull up, swinging around, then up and down gently gave her the confidence that she could last the full eight seconds (only she didn't realize that I had the slowest eight second clock in existence). Someone once had told me that my eight second clock took three minutes to complete the eight seconds. Well, what can I say, it all depends on who is on the Bull and how they are dressed.
Softly, with the touch of a most gentle lover, I caressed the two gyro sticks on the control panel, and slightly slid the speed up just a notch or so. She was still sitting upright and laughing as she thought she had the power over the Bull. Sliding her back and forth on the Bull's back, the crowd was coming to life and their noise was cheering her (or me) on to greater heights of a good, full ride.