Clocks & Bulls

Holly felt like life was on easy mode. It always had been. Ticking one box after another.

Her short brown hair. Big blue eyes. Her thin busty frame. She wore a teal long sleeve top with a hole in the front showing her cleavage. A tapered white skirt and brown boots.

She worked in the merchant district at a clock shop. Prestigious work. Clock makers were in high demand to make personal time keepers.

“Holly dear, we have a high profile customer today — a subject of the King called…”

“Yes. Sir Artem. I prepared a welcome drink and prepared a selection of clock wood for him to browse…” Holly said.

“By golly Holly. You are the perfect apprentice!” The clock maker said.

Perfect apprentice. Tick!

Suddenly there was a low rumble. Shaking the shop. Holly looked at the clock maker…

Then Tom burst through the door.

“Ahhhhh!” He yelled. Behind him was a huge horned bull. On the way to the guard barracks he stepped on a horned bulls foot and angered it.

The bull entered the shop trampling wooden clocks and smashing glass dials. Furious with a rattling bell around its neck.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Tom said running around.

“Watch out!” He ran into Holly. Her mouth wide open in horror. This was NOT happening!

They fell to the floor and he fell into her cleavage. Soft warm. A little reprieve from the utter chaos of the moment.

“Uhhh…”

“Get off me!” She yelled.

Tom arched up. On top of her. Looking into her eyes. Beautiful blue eyes… The most beautiful girl ever.