Johnny smirked as he pulled the ribbon from his hair and sitting right in front of the Geek in the tub placed it on the very tip of his still cocoa coated first finger and began to slowly swing it in front of the Geek’s raptly attentive face. Johnny, thinking that the ribbon was the trump card in the seduction of DGRH, lightly rested his other chocolaty hand on her knee under the turbulent hot water. She had eyes only for that ribbon, though, swaying there from the now forgotten chocolate dipped finger that was attached to the also forgotten chocolate dipped man before her. Not that she wouldn’t have been so focused even if it were completely still and under 4" of solid glass that was bolted to the floor, making any chance of tactile interaction utterly impossible.
As the ribbon was undulating in a way that kept her completely fascinated.
Johnny slid his hand from the knob of her knee down to her sculpted calf and then his fingers lightly grazed over the edge of her protruding ankle bone, moving steadily right down to the delicate arch of her foot. He tried to make eye contact with the Geek again, turning on his trademarked smoldering gaze that had never before failed him.
The Geek still only had eyes for that glorious rosette. She was entranced by the way the shadows were subtly changing the shades of blue within each dip and fold of the cobalt satin edging. Johnny was also entranced. He couldn’t help but admire the way that beads of were sweat forming just beneath the hollow of her throat and trickling so slowly down, past the blinged out (and waterproof) portable USB drive that rested on her chest just above the place where the swell of flesh and the steamy churning water met.
Just then HL happened to stroll past the quite popular hot tub. She saw Johnny’s fiery hot stare and in which direction it seemed to be headed. She also saw the Geek’s flushed cheeks and steady stare which she did not realize was filled with only a lust of the ribbon related variety.
Thinking to help the two apparent lovebirds in their quest for a bit of bonding, HL said to the farrier, the vet, the hay man, the equine dentist, the chiropractor, the BNT, very young and still deliciously dewy fresh stall mucker-boy “Hey guys, why don’t you all dry off and go do whatever your specialty is with the horses while the other ladies and I set up a little XC course for us all to enjoy later?” “This will be a special course, for both people and horses and the usual rules, of course, will be modified as to better mesh with your hot, sweaty and unclothed status". She said with a slight leer. But who could blame her?
As HL stood there starry eyed and dreaming up a rigorous yet rewarding course with little handicaps involving coats of mineral oil from the barn slathered on bulky biceps and hard, ridged, six pack abs, as well as mud pits made with water of just the right degree of warmth, the Moderators Number 1 & 2 cruised by with a spring in each of their steps and whips of varying lengths in each hand. ”We heard someone say something about rules"
said M#1," We love rules" piped up M#2, with a smile, simultaneously. They looked at each other with quirky grins and again said in unison "You owe me a coke!” with a giggle.
The M#2 surveyed the situation, for a moment quite focused on the wet male bodies clambering out of that tub. After a long hard moment of grappling with her desires v/s her duties she tilted her chin to the side, looked at the equestrians and the wonderful guys who do all those wonderful equestrian services for them and said with narrowed eyes and a sigh “Carry on”. Both moderators then strode away as though they were two beings sharing one mind. They moved rather like a whip and chain-shank bearing school of fish who just so happened to be able to wear high black boots & look stunning in them. M#1 looked over her shoulder as they departed and muttered something under her breath about “love birds”. M#2 knowing M#1’s frame of mind so well, nodded although she never actually heard the question.
Speaking of lovebirds… As Johnny and the Geek, both of whom should have been getting a bit prune fingered by now continued to sit in the hot tub, with lusty gazes locked firmly on two entirely different… uhh …“subjects” the horses in the large paddock completed another grazing circuit that brought the Geek’s trusty steed Ted into view.
Ted looked on at the hot tub happenings from his paddock a few yards away as the parrot suddenly plummeted from the sky like a green & shrieking bottle rocket. Ted threw up his head in surprise and the bird swooped to a graceful landing on the smooth rim of the tub. Johnny, clearly in the boob zone, yet still somewhat aware of what was happening outside of the tunnel vision he seemed to be experiencing said to the parrot in a deep & quiet voice “Shoo”.
The parrot, being a parrot responded with something completely out of context, completely senseless, really, unless like the Geek you happened to have been staring fixedly at a swaying rosette for so long that she had inadvertently become hypnotized. Being hypnotized, as she was, the Geek repeated what the bird said. The bird cocked his little green head, tilting a tiny feather ringed ear hole in the Geek’s direction as if to better hear her and said it again.
Suddenly, as if commanded to -the Geek rose from the tub, rivulets of water sparkling on her naked skin, like Swarovski crystals on one of Aunt Ether’s super-pricy evening bags; Johnny’s long tapered fingers still entangled in the toes of her left foot. The Geek, being off balance from Johnny’s relentlessly amorous grip on her toes then slips and falls on Johnny and the parrot knocking the bird senseless and well, although Johnny’s intelligence level wasn’t really affected, he was knocked unconscious momentarily and developed amnesia. So he could not remember what it was that the parrot had said to the Geek, not that he even realized that she had been hypnotized at anyhow.
So now the Geek under a power not her own emerged from the tub, the moist blue ribbon firmly in her grip (she wasn’t that far under as to leave it behind). She muttered the fateful words of the parrot under her breath as she entered the barn, with her eyes vacantly riveted to the ribbon in her hand. As she was still wet & naked and a bit chilled the young stall mucker got quite a greeting when she rounded the corner by the tack room, running right into him… chest first. She, never breaking her focus on the ribbon mumbled the words again to herself as she pushed past him and continued on to where the Farmeress had just finished rolling up the hose after watering both Dobbin & Silver Star.
As she, the Farmeress, looked at the obviously changed- somehow Geek, she was unaware that she also was rolling poor Monte up onto the reel too, as she had taken her eyes from her chore to look at the Geek. Being a snake, it wasn’t like he could complain or anything so Monte went unheard and unseen into loose loop after loop onto the kink free rubber hose that was wrapped on the reel. “Hey Geek”, said the Farmeress, “You are looking sort of peaked”. “Do you need to sit down here on this overturned bucket for a moment?”, said she. The Farmeress saw no expression or response on the Geek’s face but heard her say again a little louder this time, the words that the bird had said to her when she was in the tub with the chocolate dipped J.D. Unfortunately the Farmeress only caught a part of the phrase and was quite puzzled. She did notice however that the Geek seemed almost to be well, hypnotized.
The thing about hypnotism is that the subject can only become un-hypnotized by the original “programmer” and as the Farmeress did not know who that was she couldn’t help Geek right then and there. The Farmeress also could not have known that the parrot who had hypnotized the Geek was deeply unconscious and that the only other person who had heard the bird’s words was Johnny Depp, formerly chocolate dipped and not only suffering from amnesia but also experiencing other technical difficulty. Johnny once conscious again tried to scratch an itch on his ribcage and noticed that the places where the chocolate had finally come off of his body in the hot tub were no longer even there. They were invisible. It ends up that there was really nothing under that sweet chocolate coating after all. Poor Johnny, of course, not knowing who he was, couldn’t help but wonder why he was partially covered in chocolate and in other parts there appeared to be nothing there. Being totally stumped and a little headachy, he sank back into the tub to ponder the un-ponderable.
Back in the barn, the Farmeress strained to make out the jumble of words falling from the Geek’s lips. The only words that she could pick out of the phrase were … “jolly- ball”…”twitch” and “never mind”…
