Charlie chuckles, taking in the sight of Kriasa in her outfit. "Ah' personally think that getup suits ya mighty fine but I did tell ya that ya can wear whatever yer darlin' self wants ta'. It's jus' that ya gotta realize it needs t'be ready to come off when it's time fer work!" She licks her lips at the thought of it and then collects herself out of her fantasy; the Charlie-equivalent of approval. After another long moment of consideration, Charlie smirks, "Alright! Well, looks like you two are the only ones 'round... figured Serafina might be nearby but that girl's always off relaxin'... ah well. Her loss!" Charlie claps her hands together and motions for both girls to follow her as she leads them to a different part of the ranch, calling out loud to anyone within earshot: "If yer out there 'n dodgin' me, take care of any customers we get! Or send 'em on back to me!" She continues her saunter ahead of her two employees, her backside enticingly bobbing with each step even as she glistens in the sunlight. After a short walk she leads them into a darker stable and closes the door behind them, leaving sunlight filtering in through the openings in the rafters. Though bright outside, it manages to be shady inside, though the heat of the sun is replaced with a different, more primal, bodily heat from the animals and beasts inside, though most of them are out of sight in their stalls. The barn has a thick, heady smell of arousal both fresh and old. It has seen a lot of clients come and go and it is clear that, with the underlying scent, most frequently it has been Charlie who's used it. It's also familiar to any of the employees here as the place where Charlie interviews any applicants... often in an incredibly debauched way either by conducting it while she's in the act, having it take place behind her while they talk, or even getting the applicant to 'demonstrate' for her.<br/><br/>"Now..." she turns and hangs her hat on the closest wooden post, "Ah'll give you gals a choice..." she runs her hands over her own body as though her excitement is barely containable and her lust is already boiling over, "all o' us together on one beastie... or we take turns. If we're takin' turns,... Carissa goes first." She points to the girl and blows a little kiss, as though the idea of her going first is an incredible reward. Charlie grins and peels her vest off, finally baring her entire chest, her pert, small breasts sharply pointed with arousal. She drops it casually aside and folds her arms across her chest, hiding her small curves and hard nipples with one hand free to point for a moment, "We'll be startin' with that there stallion." She points, motioning to a full-sized dapple gray horse in a nearby stall. "Dexter's reliable and rather calm for a stallion, so he won't break any of ya'... we'll save the breakin' for later." Charlie gives a little shiver, as if remembering experiences of her own. Charlie walks over and unlatches the stall door, walking inside and leading the horse back out. "I keep 'im round for job training... 'interviews'..." she grins, knowing that the 'application process' usually involved some kind of debauchery. "...and fer recreation. He ain't a breeder anymore, but that don't mean he ain't a heck of a ride." She moves to get a small box covered with padding, little more than a glorified footstool, and positions it underneath the horse after leading it to a nearby rail dented with years of use. Its use being unclear at first to anyone unfamiliar with it, but it isn't hard to see its for an animal to rear up and rest on. "An 'member, we don't leash down any of our animals while we work, thas' unprofessional." Charlie pats the box for a moment and then walks to another nearby storage bin, fishing out a bucket. With a practiced motion she affixes it to a hook on the end of the box nearer the horses hindquarters. "Never fer'get to attach the bucket if yer not plannin to breed it yerself. It's a good habit to get int'ah." Charlie pats the horse's flank. "That way ya ain't missin' out on any of the 'product' from our wonderful clients. Whatever yer use for it might be..." Charlie moans quietly through clenched lips but shakes it off a moment later. With everything set in place and room for a girl to position herself underneath the stallion, Charlie turns to her associates and its clear there's a flush of arousal on her face to match her hair.<br/><br/>"So, whaddya say girls? Wanna get wild?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>