Cassia Accepts the Position

"I can start right away," Cassia decides.

Fabia nodded, unsurprised. "Good. Come back tomorrow an hour after sunrise. We'll begin with the basics, and if you prove reliable, we'll move you on to more involved tasks." She extended her hand again, and Cassia shook it. "Welcome to Morningwood Ranch, Cassia Longwood. I think you'll find the experience... enlightening."

The ride back to the city gave Cassia time to process what she'd just agreed to. She’d managed to catch a ride on the back of a farmer's cart going to market, watching the Ranch shrink into the distance. She should have felt troubled by her decision, compromised perhaps, or ashamed. Instead, she felt something closer to anticipation.

It wasn’t just about the coin, her body had also responded, had been responding since the moment she saw Thunderbolt trotting across that paddock. The dampness between her legs, the fullness in her cock, the quickening of her pulse when Fabia described the mounting frame and its uses, these weren't the reactions of a curious omega in control of herself. They were the stirrings of something far more complicated.

I hope I'm not making a mistake...