A YOUNG STALLION

When she was finally sated Trudie's mind returned to other pressing issues.

She smoked and mused whilst her new 'assistant' stood and stretched.

'Outside', she pointed at the door.

He looked at her quizzically.

'Outside', she repeated.

'But, I need to get dressed first ...?' he looked confused.

'Let me make this clear shall I.' Trudie scooped his clothes up from the floor and went to the door of her office. She opened it and threw them out.

'We're finished here, I have work to do ... now out you go.'

He looked at her before standing up straight and walking towards his clothes.

'Would you like anything else before I leave?' he turned and looked her straight in the eye.

She drew on her cigarette and stared him out. 'No, I am fine for the moment thank you.'

He nodded his head and walked out, naked and in full view of the other staff in the open plan. He stood and slowly dressed.

'Door, close it, now'. Trudie instructed.

He did as he was told.

Trudie allowed a rare smile to cross her face, she liked him, he had balls ... in every sense of the word.

It was almost a shame that like a feisty young stallion she would have to break him.

'Oh well ...' she reflected before opening the file on her desk marked 'Gothex'.