Runs into Trouble

"Thank god, no one's....uack!" Grace wretched again from the smell, interrupting her speaking to herself.

She grabbed her horse by the reins and led him towards the stable. She brought him into the stables and put him in his stall. "I'll get the saddle off in a bit," she told him and patted his head.

Grace walked to where the hoses and shower nozzles were. She looked around again and saw no one. She stripped out of the boots, helmet, and manure stained clothes. Manure had soaked through to her underwear, and she removed them too.

"May I help you?"

Grace shrieked, cover her breasts with her right arm, and her crotch with her left hand and turned to see the head stable hand standing them filming her with his phone.

"Turn that off!" she screamed.

The man just grinned. "Tell you what. I've seen you here since you were a kid. Tell me my name, and I stop."

Grace stammered a bit. She really did not know the man's name. She could not even recall speaking to him. "Just stop!"

"What about those cameras?" He put his phone down and pointed to a security camera Grace had not noticed before.

"Oh my god, are they on!?

"Yes, and that one," he pointed to one on the edge of the stable, "caught your face plant in the manure. Good thing those organic farmers had not picked it up yet."

"Please, just help me."

"I will, but you have to do something for me."

"Sexual?" asked a frightened Grace.

"No, I promise. Come with me."

A couple of minutes later, the man was leaning against a stall chewing on a bristle of hay. He enjoyed what he saw: One of these rich bitches doing his dirty work.

Grace was doing her best not to retch or worse: vomit as she mucked out the stalls, praying no one else would show up. The man said no one was scheduled to arrive until late in the morning.