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Ballbusting in horse riding camp chapter 1


…..I read the advert in the newspaper again: “Cook wanted for riding school” …..I called and a very friendly female voice invited me to a trial day the following day. I was there at 10 o’clock sharp….2 young women, I think in their mid-20s, opened the large gate for me and walked me onto the premises. It slammed shut behind me again, quite eerily💥.
Nadja, that was the brown-haired 23-year-old, promised me a tour of the stables after lunch.
….of course I should cook that 😳…Oh dear, I thought to myself as I was led into the kitchen, because there were 5 tables with 10 chairs right in the next room. I counted them all, excited and nervous, and came up with 50…50! Women were sitting there, laughing, and must have been having a lot of fun….I somehow had a bad feeling…I felt totally insecure….
Well, no wonder, as the only man with all the women... I guessed they were all around 20-35 years old. They were all wearing extremely tight riding pants and tight tops... some even wore white crop tops.

Sarah, she introduced herself to me, stood up and came to me in the kitchen and explained to me what the rehearsal dinner was going to be today.

I couldn't concentrate at all on what she was saying... I was totally intimidated...

I looked down at her, visually captivated, and saw black high heels with enormous heels. Confused, my gaze wandered to the feet of the group of women and caught a lot of 👢, high heels and platform shoes.

I asked them why everyone was wearing such attractive boots and loud laughter filled the room.

A lady from the group, Janina, called out to me with a loud laugh that I hoped I would never have to find out... Now I was totally confused.

Sarah told me that I should start cooking now because the group doesn't wait and is very demanding. "If it isn't to our satisfaction, you will face the consequences," she threatened me.

I considered just leaving again but they advised me against it.

"Damn," now I don't know what to cook. That quickly became my problem.
When I simply wanted to prepare some soup and put it on each table, several women got up from the tables. They ran towards me... "what do they want?" I thought to myself...