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Act VIII

***

Noting the time, the dark mare had went to her room to change into something more appropriate for the evening. There were two hard cases that were scheduled for a show in the Kilauea Room, the main entertainment room at Blue Hawaii. She would be there too, doing her first hard case show tonight so she wanted to look rather dangerous for the audience. After her shower, she had Central Makeup do her mane and tail in a style that would have been seen on a four legged show horse, her mane done up in small rosette braids with turquoise ribbons and her tail done in a similar style.

She put on her new costume, a turquoise leather upper body harness that accented her breasts but left them mostly uncovered. She adjusted the buckles, getting the harness just tight enough and sitting properly on her body. She then slipped on the matching leather thong, snugging the straps on it to get it fitting right. Her leather fingerless shooter's gloves accented the appearance along with a new turquoise leather equipment harness. She smiled at the beautiful but dangerous-looking mare that was staring back at her in the mirror, a muscular sight that could scare any hard case shitless. She put a pair of small loops into her nipple piercings that had some very delicate Celtic crosses hanging from them, pleased with the look. She then put on some leather ankle wraps, also in turquoise, to set off her well defined, muscular legs. One last look in the mirror proved what she thought;

She was ready.

***

On her way to her appointed show, she ran into her partner for the evening's performance, Linda. Once the palomino mare had gotten a good glimpse of her friend, Linda's jaw dropped at the sight of her, decked out to kill.

“Oh My, Trisha, you look ... how do I say this ... very beautiful but dangerous?" This made the shorter mare smile widely. Her wide, warm smile made Linda make a comment; “Don't smile like that, it kills that dangerous look. You need to look like you're sort of pissed off, maybe." Trisha tried a brooding look, making the taller mare nod her head in approval.

“So, do I look ready?" Trisha asked, waiting to hear her lover's response.

“Yes, you do look the part. Now you make me wish I had the guts to get a white dye job, honey. Then we would look awesome on stage." Linda gave her a kiss, then shooed her towards the staff elevator.

“I still feel like I'm sorta winging it here, sweetie." Trisha stated, fiddling with her whip once they had stepped out of the elevator on the first floor. She had her bull whip with her, choosing to forgo a two meter light for tonight's show. She felt more at home with her bull whip, having trained with it when she had time. “I .. I'm not sure I have this down good enough to get through a one hour show."

“Look, it's not hard to do," Linda interjected, giving Trisha a hug around the shoulders. “We have two performers so that's forty stripes. That works out to one real stripe every ninety seconds We can throw in a few welters now and again, to fill out the time. Not hard to pace out, I think. You know my tempo, sweetie. Just get inside my head for a change and try to think like me."

“OK, I got it. We'll just go back and forth, then. You take a few then I'll take a few." Trisha gave it some thought, nodding as she felt a little more comfortable with it. “Yeah, we'll just do a few welters apiece, trading off until the fifth one. That's the crowd pleaser."

“Now you're getting inside my head," Linda commented, giving her lover a pat on the shoulder. “You'll do just fine." She hesitated for a second before she finally pointed out a very important fact. She really didn't want to say something about it but she knew she had better point this fact out now. “You're in charge tonight because you outrank me, sweetheart." Trisha looked back over at her lover as her jaw dropped and her face fell.

“You mean I have to do the introductions?" she blurted out as a worried look crossed her muzzle. “You know I'm shy about speaking in public ... I'm screwed ..." Trisha shook her head as the thought of public speaking was causing her to begin to develop a tension headache.

“Look, Trish, It's over an hour until show time. That's plenty of time to decide what to say." Trisha knew Linda was right; no need to panic just yet. “Just thank the crowd for coming to the show, introduce yourself, then me, then finally our dancers. I'm sure one of them will taunt us so that's the dancer that gets first attention." Trisha was nodding, getting an idea of what to say. That's when Rodney Wilkerson, the staff photographer cornered them.

“Ladies, I need a few shots of you two together. It's for tonight's show promo that'll play on the monitors throughout the place," he told them, getting his camera ready. “Let's slip into this room here and use a blank wall for the backdrop." the trio did as he had suggested, using the neutral-colored wall by the door for a background for a few shots of them together.

“Is that all you need?" Trisha asked, still somewhat nervous about this.

“Yeah, these will do just fine," he replied as he looked through the shots on the display of his Canon EOS Rebel camera. He then gave each one of them a quick kiss on the lips before running off in a dead run to get the promo on the screens.

“I would love to get him into bed, Trish," Linda stated in a sultry voice as she watched Rodney running down the hall.

“Rodney? Why Rodney?" Trisha asked her lover.

“Didn't you notice that bulge in his pants?" Linda was looking at her partner's very confused look on her muzzle. “He has that huge bulge every time I see him. I'll bet it's a true one footer, hon." That snapped Trisha back to reality.

“Um, Yeah, you're right; He always looks like he has a Johnsonville bratwurst hiding in there, huh?" That statement made Linda crack up.

“OK, let's get to the stage and set up our whip lines, sweetie. Your whip is a lot longer than mine so we'll need two colors of tape." Trisha nodded, knowing her friend was right as usual.

“Yeah, we better get there and get our lines set up."

***

Trisha and her partner arrived at the backstage area of the Kilauea room, where the staff were getting things together for tonight's feature attraction. Their dancers, a rottweiler and a German shepherd, were already being rigged up by the staff into whipping frames, ones that could be rotated to use both sides of the dancer's 'palette' for effect. It was very clear to the taller mare, these ladies were hard cases but Linda knew she was standing right next to the biggest hard case ever in Blue Hawaii history.

The sturdy-looking rottweiler was sitting on a folding chair, waiting for her attendant to adjust all of the straps around her legs while the other, a German shepherd, was getting her arm strapping adjusted for her. Linda pulled Trish aside and quietly let her know how they were going to deal with the ladies.

“I'll go over and introduce myself to them because I honestly don't know either one of them. They must be new red collars that are just being too damned stubborn. When I'm talking to them, you'll hear my cue to come out to greet them. Just give them that brooding look, like you're not happy with having to work with them." Trisha nodded, staying in the dark for the time being. She watched on from her vantage point as Linda made her introductions.

“Good Evening, Ladies, my name's Linda Moore. How are we doing tonight? Are you both looking forward to the show?" she asked, getting nothing but a string of obscenities from both of them in return. Linda smiled widely as she said, “My, my, my, will I ever have fun helping to whip the living shit out of both of you tonight." This caught Penny the Shepherd's attention.

“Wh ... what do you mean, helping, Ma'am?" Her eyes were getting bigger as she thought about the situation. This meant there would be two whip masters tonight, meaning the strength of the blows to their bodies would not diminish much at all as the night progressed.

“Well, I'm not working alone tonight, ladies. Oh no, I have a very special guest with me tonight that you girls might like to meet. Sweetheart, come on over and meet our little potty-mouthed dancers." Linda smiled as Carlie the rottweiler looked over and spotted the dark mare first as she came into the light.

“Shit! Aw dammit! ... It's ... it's her!" she said in a hushed tone, her eyes wide with fear. “Penny, it's Miss Trisha!"

“What? No, you're kidding me ..." Penny got very quiet as she watched the dark mare walk in front of her to stand by Linda. “Carlie, you're not kidding, that is her ... Oh Gawd No, we're fucked ..." The German shepherd hung her head and shook it as she quietly told Carlie, “I heard Miss Trisha used her bull whip on that new girl Sarah's leg. I heard her leg ended up with a big hunk of flesh torn out at the hip and that's why we haven't seen her lately." The dark mare smiled a dangerous smile as she listened, having apparently developed a reputation of sorts.

“Ladies, I didn't screw her leg up like that, if that's what you're worried about." Trish pointed out. “You two should know the rules here; no permanent injuries are allowed. It was rather close, though. She still works here, but only back stage now." Even though this was the truth, distorted ever so slightly, it had a unnerving effect on the dancers.

“Miss Trisha, could we talk for a minute, please?" Penny asked, looking very nervous as she motioned the dark muscular mare over to her.

“Yeah, what do you want to talk about?" Trisha asked, crossing her arms as she took up a tough-girl stance in front of the shepherd.

“Um, I ... I'm thinking I might not want to spend the night in the infirmary after this show. Ma'am. I think it might be in my best interests to get my shit together." Carlie was nodding, agreeing with her dancing partner. Penny then proffered this up; “I'll be honest with you, Miss Trisha. I'm afraid of you and your whip."

“Well, that's all fine and dandy, girls but we have a problem here." Trisha called Linda over and whispered something in her ear that she nodded in agreement to. “Ladies, this show calls for twenty stripes apiece. There's no way around that, I'm afraid. That's what the audience is expecting." Linda was shaking her head, like the situation was grim for them.

“What if we agree where the stripes all land, Ma'am? That way it doesn't hurt as bad?" Please?"

“We still have to bring blood, ladies." Linda pointed out. “That is going to hurt regardless." The two canids both nodded, talking quietly to one another. Carlie then piped up with her thoughts.

“How about one on each arm, front and back, each thigh front and back and one on the lower calf in back? That would leave only ten on the torso, Ma'am." Carlie nodded at Penny, who nodded back. “I, err, we know it will hurt like hell but at least we wouldn't have crossing stripes, Miss Trisha. Those hurt the worst." The dark mare nodded in agreement; crossing stripes really hurt because there's a place in them that's been hit twice and it's a deeper injury than the rest.

“So, the two of you are willing to cut a placement deal here in exchange for no crossing stripes?" Linda asked, making sure they knew what was being bargained on.

“Yes, Ma'am. We would like to cut that deal, Please?" Ma'am?" Linda looked at them for a moment before she spoke her mind.

“You know, I find this kind of amusing, ladies. You swore at me with your filthy little potty mouths until Miss Trisha came long. Now you want a deal to keep us from cutting you both all to hell." Trisha was trying desperately to keep a straight face through all of this negotiation process. Their two dancers were really beginning to fear the dark mare's whip.

“Uh, yeah Ma'am, we, uh, we don't want to get all cut up by Miss Trisha's whip." Carlie was getting quite misty-eyed at the thought of being severely injured and sent to the infirmary by the dark mare.

“I'll tell you what, ladies; here's the deal," Trisha finally said in a dark tone, “We will promise you girls no crossed stripes or genitalia strikes. That's the absolute extent of the agreement." She looked at them with an evil stare as she said, “Take it or leave it." Trisha went over and started to look for some green painter's tape on a bench while the dancers discussed this agreement. While she searched for the tape, Linda came over to her and whispered something in her ear.

“Sweetheart! You have those two ladies scared shitless!" Trisha just nodded in agreement, continuing to search for the tape. She knew she had their dancers terrified at this point, positive in the thought that she was prepared to seriously work them over if need be.

“I still don't think we should cut them a deal," Trish said loud enough for Carlie and Penny to hear her, just to shake them up further. That made the two dancers discuss the matter at hand with greater alacrity.

Linda was now trying to keep from laughing at this situation herself. Her lover, the dark mare, had these two dancers so scared that they would have shit themselves already had they not have had enemas beforehand. And Trisha was worried that she couldn't do this job? Linda began to chuckle a bit at the situation. Her musing was cut short by Trisha handing her a roll of blue tape and kissing her at the same time.

“Hand me the tip of your whip and you hold the butt of mine," Trisha stated, giving the taller mare the roll of green tape. “I'll hold them below our dancers and you mark the lines out." Linda did as Trisha requested, knowing something was up. Once the dark mare had gotten over by Penny and Carlie, the two canid chimeras became very quiet. Trisha looked up at them and stated the quite obvious.

“Don't stop discussing this deal on my behalf, sweethearts. You need to be sure you want to cut that deal or just hope for the best otherwise." This made Penny cringe but Carlie decided to speak up in their behalf.

“I think we had better take your deal, Miss Trisha. Just please, please, don't cut us up?" This made Trisha smile just a bit. This might be two more hard cases down.

“OK, you girls have a deal. We'll make no crossed stripes, no strikes on your privates and we'll try to be as light as we can." Before they could say anything, Trisha made a valid point. “We're still going to bring blood, just not as much. Be quite forewarned this isn't going to be an afternoon tea social, ladies."

“Yes, Miss Trisha, we understand." Penny stated. “Thank you for the generous deal, Ma'am."

Trisha walked back over to Linda after the taller mare had finished marking out the floor for them. Linda smiled as she handed her lover the butt end of her whip back.

“You enjoyed that, huh?" she asked the muscular mare, giving her a kiss on the lips. Trish nodded, pulling her friend close and nuzzling against her.

“That was very rewarding, to see a pair of hard cases begging for my mercy. I didn't even have to whip either one." She nipped at Linda's neck, kissing it afterward. “Now I know why Mr. Waddell knew I could be a tamer."

“You were very intimidating. Even with my reputation, I can't do that." Linda smiled, knowing Trisha would do just fine as a tamer.

While they were rolling up their whips, Mr. Waddell wandered into the backstage area with a huge smile on his face. He gave both of them hugs before he spoke his mind.

“You know, I was just lucky enough to be up in the sound booth to observe that exchange between all four of you ladies." He turned to Trisha and kissed her before he spoke again. “Patricia, that was positively the most spirited performance you have ever given since you've been here. Carlie and Penny are still shook up and I was fairly sure Penny wouldn't respond to this. I was afraid she would be a hard case just like you were but you proved me wrong on that matter. Keep up the good work."

“Thank you, Sir. I hope our performance tonight pleases the audience." Trisha said softly, smiling just a bit over the thought that Mr. Waddell was happy with things.

“Well, I think you two will do just fine," he replied, giving them both kisses. “I'll be watching from my suite tonight. I have a few personal guests that want to see a show but they don't want to mingle with the crowd down here."

“OK, Sir. We'll put on a good show for you." Linda gave him a kiss back before he left the stage area, headed for his appointment with his guests.

***

Trisha was pacing the floor, trying her best to settle down just a bit. It was five minutes until show time and she was wound up tighter than a clock spring. Linda had tried to get her to sit down for a minute because she was sure Trisha was ready to start hyperventilating on her but the muscular mare had refused, citing a need to walk it off.

“No, I'm fine, sweetheart," she tried to reassure Linda, unrolling her whip and re-rolling it up. The dark mare's mood was beginning to get the dancers nervous as well.

“I'm not so sure about this now," Carlie told Penny quietly. They were facing each other, their frames turned to allow the two equine females to work on their backs first. “I think we might have gotten a bad deal here." Trisha had overheard that so she strode up to them and told them what she thought about it.

“Look, I'll try my best to keep from cutting either one of you deeply, OK? Don't worry about it so much. I just want this over with as quickly as either one of you do." Once Trisha went to get a quick drink of water, Carlie spoke her mind.

“Oh My Gawd, Penny ... she's a nervous wreck! We're screwed!" Penny slowly nodded her head in agreement, sure that there would be at least one or two badly placed stripes tonight.

“Sixty seconds," was announced through their headsets, getting all four females' attention. Trisha took up her spot, facing the curtain. If it wouldn't have been such a hassle to clean up afterward, she would have just shit herself right there on the spot from nerves. There was no turning back now once the announcer said,

“Without further delay, here is tonight's show!"

The curtain slowly began to open and just one spotlight came on, illuminating the dark mare brightly. The gold studs and hardware on her costume were dazzling in the spotlight, making her look very dangerous. Her ice blue eyes stood out against her black coat, giving her a depth of emotion from her expressions. She looked up, keeping that brooding look on her muzzle and announced to the audience,

“Good evening All, welcome to the Kilauea room and our feature attraction of the night here at Blue Hawaii. My name is Patricia Pollard and I will be your hostess and the Mistress of Ceremonies tonight." She took a deep bow before continuing. “It is my pleasure to introduce to you, my co-hostess for the evening, Linda Moore." The second spotlight illuminated the taller mare, her studs and chrome reflecting light everywhere. Linda took a deep bow, nodding back to her lover. The stage lights came up, revealing their dancers for the night.

“We have a good show for you tonight, a pair of true hard cases that seem to think they don't need to get with the program here. It's a simple program really, just do as you're told, make your client happy and nobody ends up whipped like these two ladies will be tonight. On your left here is Penny, a strong, beautiful looking German Shepherd with a huge stubborn streak that desperately needs fixing. On your right is Carlie, a very sturdily built rottweiler. She honestly believes she doesn't need to give men what they desire. These two ladies will no doubt suffer heavily under our whips this evening while we show them the errors of their ways."

The two equine females took up their places, unrolling their whips at the same time, proceeding to do a bit of 'warm up' by cracking their whips loudly near their dancers.

Linda was using her two meter light, which although a very effective tool for teaching, seemed just a little outclassed by Trisha's bullwhip. It probably didn't hurt that the muscular mare had the strength to make her whip sound like a rifle report when she cracked it. This sound was making their dancers jump each time she did this, scaring them further.

“NO! Please don't whip us like that!" Carlie shouted, trying to see Trisha standing behind her. The dark mare let loose with two strikes to the middle of her back, causing the rottweiler to scream in response. Linda then laid a pair on Penny, making her shriek in return.

“NO! Oh Please No!" Penny begged, struggling in vain against the bonds holding her. Trisha laid two more on Carlie, one of them going from her shoulder blade almost to her hip. While this was going on, Linda then let loose with two more to her dancer, centering the second one right down the spine. The two whip masters then laid one more on their dancers at the same time, causing them to scream even louder.

“No, Miss Trisha, No More, Please!" Carlie pleaded, tears streaming down her muzzle from the pain. Penny was almost silent now, quietly sobbing from pain from the last strike on her thigh. Trisha and her lover traded dancers, kissing each other as they crossed in the middle of the stage.

“You girls brought this all on yourselves, you know," Trisha said rather noncommittally. “You should have listened to sage advice when it was given." The dark mare laid a pair on Penny, making the shepherd almost convulse in pain. Linda followed suit, giving two slowly to Carlie, making her scream a high-pitched scream that almost hurt the ears.

“Please! Stop! No More!" Penny begged, her muzzle wet from crying. “Please, Miss Trisha, Don't hit me again ... AAAAAAAAAAAAA!" She shrieked when Trisha caught her on the shoulder and calf with two more. Linda gave Carlie two more, setting it up for the crowd pleaser. They both laid heavy looking hits to the dancers, causing them to shriek in unison.

“You know, Linda, I feel like my canvas is all messed up." Trisha stated, walking towards their dancers.

“Well, I feel the same way. We need to do something about it." Linda met Trisha by the girls, running her whip across Penny's breasts. This was their signal to the sound man.

“Mics off," he said to them through their headsets, letting them know they had thirty seconds.

“Penny, Carlie, are you both OK?" Trisha asked as they unlocked the frames to turn them. Both of them nodded, Penny finally telling her that she was hurting badly but to continue on. “Sorry girls, you both have ten more coming. You both need to get with the program right away so this doesn't happen to you again, you know?" Trisha commented as she turned her dancer's frame. They were then warned that the mics were coming back on as they finished turning the frames to face the audience at an angle so as to not obstruct the show.

“Now that's better, don't you think, girls?" Trisha asked, giving them a wicked smile. The two dancers were beginning to look like they were going into shock from the pain. “Now the audience can see your beautiful faces, ladies." Trisha stepped closer to them, looking at them with a sad look in her eyes momentarily before she got her nerve back. “It's really a shame that you two kept resisting this. It's such a simple program, you see. Just make your clients happy by having sex with them. What's so hard about that?"

“N ... nothing, Ma'am," Carlie said quietly, looking at Trisha with tears running down her face.

“How about you, Penny. What do you think, now that we've been working you over for your stubborn disobedience?"

“I ... I guess I really need to get my shit together, Ma'am," she replied, trying to choke back her tears.

“OK then, now that we have that out of the way, you girls just think about that with each strike of the whip while we finish this lesson with a little reinforcement. Just think about how much easier it would have been if you had gotten with the program in the first place." Trisha then ran the butt of her whip across their dancer's breasts while she walked back to her point on the stage, smiling an evil smile.

“No, not my breasts ... Please, Miss Trisha, not there!" Penny begged with wide eyes, squirming in her bondage. The dark mare had promised no genital strikes but did she really mean it? She wanted to ask but it would disrupt the show and bring retribution down upon her so she just gritted her teeth, waiting for the next strike.

“Now what makes you think I might strike you there?" Trisha asked as she laid the first of two stripes just below her ample breasts, making her shriek in pain. Linda followed suit, giving Carlie hers.

The two dancers were slowly becoming numb to the whipping, not that it was all that painful. The two whip masters were being very light with these stripes tonight since a normal whipping would have had blood dripping all over the stage by now. It was actually the fact that they were hurting all over and it was making it hard to target any one strike that hurt worse than another.

Trisha let loose with two long ones to Penny's thighs, leaving two very wicked looking stripes on her. Linda took another route here, putting hers as high on Carlie's chest as she could. They then let loose with the crowd pleaser, a nice strike to the abdomen of each dancer.

After the muscular mare's dancer caught her breath, Trisha and Penny looked straight at one another, locking gazes momentarily, the shepherd nodding at the dark mare to continue. Trisha gave her two more near her breasts, getting a loud scream in response. Carlie shrieked from her strikes, seeming to try to outdo Penny's scream.

Trisha caught Penny off guard, laying two stripes to her right thigh, making her shriek out a long string of obscenities. Carlie followed suit when Linda caught her high on the chest again, above her breasts. Both dancers were breathing hard now, the pain making it hard to even think. Penny knew now she had really fucked up by not bending to the program. This whipping, even if the two mares were holding back, was not worth the pain she was feeling right now. Carlie was just waiting out that last strike, the one that would be the last of the show, hoping she wouldn't pass out first.

Penny felt the last strike to her body, right between her breasts, a very long one that went from her collarbone almost to her pubic bone, slightly off center. She was so numb from the pain that she just spasmed in response, not making a sound. If she would have had anything left inside of her, she would have shit it out on the floor at that point. Carlie had shrieked loudly, making Penny look over to see her dancing partner dazed, almost passing out from the last long strike to her body. It was now over with and not a moment too soon for either of them.

The two mares had gotten in front of their dancers, ready to ask 'the question' of them. “Well, are you girls going to get with the program or do we have to whip you some more?" Trisha asked Penny, holding her head up where she could see her face. Penny weakly nodded, agreeing with her quietly. Linda did the same for Carlie, getting pretty much the same reply from her. The dark mare then gave each dancer a kiss and walked to the front of the stage, joined quickly by her partner.

“Now that our two ladies have seen the error of their ways, I regret to inform all of you this is the end of our show for tonight. Linda and I thank you all for staying and bid Goodnight to you all." She said, closing the show. They both bowed, taking a second bow before the curtain closed in front of them. Trisha then turned towards their dancers, pulling Linda along with her. “Hurry, let's get these girls down from there."

Two stage hands were already bringing them down while their medics were working on them at the same time. Linda helped with Penny while Trisha helped to get Carlie down and got them both on stretchers. Once both girls had heir harnesses removed and had been examined, the medics let Trisha know neither dancer was hurt seriously.

“Carlie? How are you feeling?" Trisha asked, holding her hand tightly. The med-techs had given her a mild pain killer and a stimulant to help her to recover quickly. Trisha was deeply concerned about her condition, noting that she had almost passed out on stage right at the end.

“I'm OK, Miss Trisha. The whipping didn't hurt too bad," she replied, giving her a weak smile in return. It was clear she was feeling no pain right now from the drugs that had been administered to her. Dave Johnson was seeing after her, working the trauma drugs into her skin, checking each stripe very carefully. After they rolled her over onto her stomach to check her back, the senior med-tech made a very pointed comment;

“This has to be the least amount of blood for a hard case show I've ever seen." Her back didn't look that bad, thanks to the careful control that Trisha and Linda had exhibited.

Once the girls were on their way to the infirmary, just to keep them for observation until they could return to their rooms under their own power, Trisha rolled up her whip and hung it on her carrier, then took a deep breath and sighed.

“You OK, sweetie?" Linda asked, her lover just nodding in return. Linda walked up behind the shorter mare, wrapping her arms around her and hugging her. “You sure you're OK, honey?" she queried again, finally getting a verbal response out of her.

“yeah, I'm tired, sweetheart. Let's go." Trisha grabbed her friend's hand, leading her out the door and down the hall.

“Where are we going, hon?" the taller mare asked because they weren't heading towards the dorm wing.

“Let's go to the staff lounge. I need a stiff one to clear my head." She looked up at her lover, giving her a smile. “I'm ... I'm mentally exhausted. That took all I had to hold back, to keep from cutting them up."

***

“Trisha, that's your third scotch and water, hon. Don't you think you should slow down?" Linda asked, concerned that her lover might be in shock over whipping the two dancers.

“Yeah, you're right, I better slow down." Trish replied. She pushed her drink away from her, taking a deep breath again. “I ... I did OK, I think," she commented, giving her lover a weak smile. “It wasn't bad because I knew they needed to get with the program quickly."

“Yeah, you did fine." Linda knew Trisha had handled it a lot better than she had; the taller mare had thrown up immediately after her first hard case show. Well, Trisha might still toss her cookies but it didn't look like she would right now. Maybe later. The dark mare looked up at the time, remembering that Lisa needed to be retrieved in fifteen minutes.

“I need to go get Lisa, sweetheart. Wanna come with me?" Trisha asked, giving Linda a kiss.

“OK, I'm pretty sure I need to go with you because I think you're drunk, sweetie." Linda got up, waiting for Trisha to get to her hooves. The shorter female got up from her chair, staggered just a bit, then got her balance.

“Yup, you're right; I'm drunk," she agreed, taking a deep breath to clear her vision. “Um, you better go with me, honey. I'm not too stable right now." Trisha had to momentarily grab the bar for balance as her head spun a bit.

“How about I drop you off at your room and go get Lisa for you?" Linda didn't want her wandering around like this because there was no telling where she might end up at.

“Yeah, you're right, hon. That would be better." Trisha started to head out to her room, only to have Linda turn her in the right direction. When the shorter mare realized she had originally headed in the wrong direction, this shook her up a bit. “OK, you better lead me to my room, sweetie. I don't think I can get there by myself."

Linda carefully lead her through the halls to her suite, making sure she didn't fall down on the way. Getting her inside, she mixed up some over-the-counter stuff from the pharmacy to settle an upset stomach. Making Trisha drink it, she put the shorter mare on her bed, covering her with a blanket.

“I'll be back on a few minutes to see about you, sweetheart. Take a nap if you need to." Linda kissed her and retrieved Trisha's passkey from the hiding place in the closet. She quietly closed the door to Trisha's suite on her way out, stopping momentarily to find Lisa's location via the brothel's database.

***

“Patricia? Patricia, Are you awake?" Chuck asked, kneeling by her bed. He smiled slightly when she roused, rolling over to face him.

“I'm awake, Sir. Sorry, I got drunk last night after the show," she replied, knowing the boss probably wasn't too thrilled with her ending up this way. She put her hand on her forehead, grimacing in pain. She knew she had to be dead because a living being couldn't hurt this bad. She knew she was either dead, or a garbage truck had ran her over. That had to be the only two explanations for this. Mr. Waddell eventually looked up at Linda and Lisa, asking them to help out in the matter.

“Linda, would you call a med-tech to come look at her, please? I think she just has a bad hangover but I want to be sure." He sat down in a chair by her bed, shaking his head over this. “So, you two looked after her last night?" he queried, noting both of the females standing there looked very tired.

“Yes Sir, we did." Linda replied. “Lisa was concerned that she might throw up at some point in the night and choke on her own vomit." Mr. Waddell nodded, giving that some thought.

“That was good thinking, Lisa. OK, you two need to figure out who's getting a bit of rest while the other looks after our little hung-over tamer here." He smiled as he kissed them both, heading for the door. He stopped just inside the entry, turned and told them, “I'll put you both in for twenty-four hours of rest so you can see after her. Please tell her I need to see her about a project tomorrow at ten am."

***

“Ergh!" Trisha commented as she tried to drink a protein drink, brought to her by Linda. Her friend knew the muscular mare needed to get something back inside her, since she hadn't eaten all day.

“Come on, it's for your own good," The tall mare responded, smiling at her ever so slightly. This would teach her to drink that much booze all at once. It was a pretty well-known fact that the entire Brandon line were lightweights when it came to drinking.

“What's in this?" the shorter mare asked, looking at the contents of the glass. It tasted sooo nasty to her and it seemed to be unsettling her stomach, too. She couldn't remember tasting anything this bad in a long time.

“It's a protein drink with some equine additives to get you back on your hooves, sweetie." Linda kissed her on the cheek, hoping she would just finish the drink and quit complaining about it. “The next time, have one drink and call it quits, hon. You know you're a real lightweight when it comes to booze."

“I'm sorry, Linda, but I kept seeing myself, tied to a frame, bleeding everywhere. It took all of my nerve to keep whipping them. I'm sorry ..." she looked up at Lisa and her lover, tears running down her face. “I don't want to be like that person that did that to me. I want to be a good tamer, not some sadistic ..." she finally broke down and cried, unable to control her emotions any longer.

“It's OK, Miss Trisha, it's OK," Lisa said softly while she held the sobbing form of Trisha to her bosom, rocking with her gently. “Go ahead, cry it out, honey." Linda knew this would happen; she had done almost the same thing herself after her first hard case show. She however, wasn't fortunate enough to have somebody to comfort her. She had cried by herself, curled up in her bed all alone.

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“Come On! Warm up the water a little bit, please? I'm freezing!" Trisha begged, standing under her shower that was set full cold by Lisa. Her and Linda had gotten Trisha out of bed and into the shower so she could wake up for her appointment with Mr. Waddell this Saturday morning.

“OK, I'll warm it up a bit, honey." Lisa replied. She set the temperature on the shower to a warm setting, smiling just slightly when the dark mare finally settled down and quit shivering. “Is that better?" she asked, handing her a shower scrub puff and some body wash.

“Yeah, that's better but did you two have to freeze me like that?" Trisha was still feeling a little cold from her icy dousing but she knew she had it coming, since she initially wouldn't wake up for them. At least her shower was big enough for all three of them at once. She was enjoying the attention, two other females helping to clean her up. She finished by rinsing out her mane and tail, turning on the dryer for them to all get dried off.

“So, what's this project the boss was talking about?" Trisha asked while she was getting dressed.

“I'm not sure I can tell you, hon. It would be better if I let the boss fill you in." was Linda's response. The taller mare was well aware of the 'project' but she hated to spoil a big surprise.

Not knowing what to expect, the dark mare decided to wear her tamer's bustier and thong today. This was bothering her; the boss usually told her what was up beforehand, not all secretive like right now. Making sure everything was as it should be, she left for the boss' office. Once the door to Trisha's suite had closed, Linda looked over at Lisa as they both started cracking up. Trisha was in for a big surprise.

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