Dances with Horses
"Salem Country Club" read the golden letters above a perfectly clean whitestone gate.
–Yeah, mom, don't worry! –Sonny Kiriakis said to his mother on the phone– I'm at the door, well, gate, actually. Yeah, a giant gate. Well, I guess to keep up with the whole pretentiousness of the Club. Yeah, I know I'm not supposed to say those things, but hey, my first day hasn't even began yet, so for all they know I could be a member. Yeah, you're right. A member of this place usually wears designer clothes, but it's not like I have staff written on my forehead. Wait, am I staff? I mean, I am not supposed to deal with the members or anything, just the horses. That's all I'm here for and you know it. Well, that, and to help out at home. No, mom, I have nothing to think through, I'm doing this. You know this has been a dream of mine for a while now. Well, you gotta start small if you want to get big, and if I have to deal with the rich boys and daddy's little girls to get to my dream, I'll do it. I promise to myself, to you and to this whole Club: this is the beginning of the rest of my life. Yeah, of course. Love you too mom, talk to you later.
Sonny hung up the phone and started walking through the gate.
–I can already tell this is going to be very interesting. –Sonny said, smirking to himself.
The people at the Staff Center told him that since this was his first day it was OK, but from now on he'd have to access the Club through the Staff entrance, a block away. Typical, Sonny thought, because apparently, members don't like seeing "the help" prancing around their gold encrusted entrance. Well, whatever. It's not like seeing all of those people's faces were something he'd been looking forward since he got the job here.
Now… where are those famous Salem Country Club Stables?
Wow.
Sonny almost fainted at the sight of those beautiful stables, they were big and a tan shade of red, with amber colored hay everywhere. Sonny's favorite colors. The smell in the air was incredible, given, to most it smell like horses, which translates to not good, but for Sonny it smelled like nature, like the wilderness, like home to him.
–Those rich pricks do have a taste in stables, gotta admit.
Sonny walked over to the stables, the place where he would work for the perceivable future. He needed to find the other horse trainer, the would that would be his instructor for now. The only thing he knew was that he was inside the stables, but he didn't really care about that. He cared about one thing: the horses. Sonny entered the stables, looked around for the other trainer, and when he couldn't see him in plain sight, he gave up.
–I'm sure he'll find me later.
And so, Sonny started contemplating at the magnificent creatures behind each door, those creatures that for him symbolized nature, power, grace and most importantly, freedom. He couldn't wait to get started on his job.
–I'm sorry. Are you the new horse trainer? –A man's voice came from behind him, startling him a bit out of his horse induced trance.
–Uhmm… yeah, hi, name's Sonny. Sonny Kiriakis. –Sonny held his hand up for the other man to shake. The man was young, slim, brown hair and rich brown eyes.
–Hi Sonny, my name's Iain. Iain Devereaux. It's nice to meet you. I can see you're really anxious to get to the horses.
–It's nice to meet you too. And yes, I am. I love horses, and I'm so excited about this job.
Iain grinned at Sonny's obvious passion.
–Well, it's nice to know that I'm not the only one with passion for these beautiful creatures. And, judging by how your eyes sparkle when you look at them, I can tell this is the place for you.
–Thank you so much, and yeah, every minute I'm here I realize that this is where I'm meant to be.
Iain grabbed a notebook and a pen from his bag at the corner of the stable and handed them to Sonny.
–Well, then. –Iain said–. How about we get right to it. Follow me and write down whatever you feel like. Then we can take these guys out for a ride, what do you say?
Sonny's head was about to burst in happiness.
–I say: what are we waiting for!
–Will!
–What? –Will Horton yelled in response to his friend calling out for him at the other side of the pool.
–Are you seeing what I'm seeing? –Brian, mockingly yelled to Will, for everyone to hear.
–Are you talking about that whale there? –Will responded, pointing to a rather wide girl in the pool, eliciting laughter from all his friends, who took up to three quarters of the people there.
The poor woman obviously heard the joke and the laughter and started crying, just as she started running away from the pool and the mean bullies there.
–Careful, you might break the floor if you keep running like that! –Neil yelled at her.
–That or your knees. –Will hollered lastly, before saying in a normal tone –Which I can't understand how they haven't broken yet.
Brian approached Will and Neil and high fived the two of them, their other friends were still sprawled over, laughing still at the mean joke.
–That was a good one, Horton! We make a great team! –Brian maliciously said.
–Well, someone's got to keep the ugly people away from here. –Will replied.
–Yeah, I mean, come on, you have at least four other clubs here in Salem where you can meet with more ugly people, why do you have to sicken my view?
The three friends laughed and began walking towards their table. Brian called for the waiter, which was always fun for them, because they would always make his job that bit extra hard.
Given, when those three were in the Club, no one wanted to wait on them, but if no one did, the three of them would manage to have every single waiter there fired. So, someone had to take the plunge. And in this case, the unlucky soul was the new guy. A 16 year-old who had gotten the job because his father was a chef at the kitchen. He was nervous because his fellow waiters had warned him about those guys. And being nervous around the three of them was of no good.
–Hey! Are you coming or are you planning on us to walk over there? Uhm? –Neil yelled at the young nervous man.
–Of-of course no-not, sir. Go-ood morning, my na-name's… –The waiter tried to say before he got interrupted by Will.
–Hey, If you stu-stu-studder like that, then I don't know what a loser like you is doing here. Now, are you going to take our order like a normal person, or are you go-go-going to piss on your pants?
The boy was violently flushed and looking down, ashamed and embarrassed.
–I think he didn't hear you Will. Maybe he's stupid too. –Brian added.
–Or maybe he did piss on his pants. –Neil proposed.
Will got an idea.
–Yeah, maybe, or maybe he's about too. –And so Will grabbed his drink and threw it in the waiter's pants, on the crotch area. Leaving behind an almost piss like stain.
The three of them, actually, everyone that saw it began to laugh, pointing at the poor man. He was already flushed, and now so embarrassed the only thing he could do was run away from the cruel bullies. Everyone kept on laughing at the sight of the poor boy running away, hiding his tears in his arms as he ran.
–That was so good Will. –Neil complemented.
–Yeah, you've certainly learned well. –Brian congratulated Will and padded him on the back. –Now, since the little waiter boy ran away, I'll make sure my dad has his ass and his daddy dearest's on the street by tomorrow, guess there won't be food at the table for a month.
The three laughed.
–Well –Neil began–. What do you say we go for a hike. It's a beautiful day and we always go make that loser Iain's day. What do you say?
–I say: what are we waiting for!
After walking a few miles from the pool, the friends were heading towards the stables, where they could go meet their "friend" Iain and do what they normally did. Make his day a living hell.
However, before they managed to get inside the stables, they heard the sound of horses galloping.
–Ah… so the horse whisperer's out for a ride, uhh? –Neil said.
–Well, let's receive him with a proper hug from his friends –Brian added mockingly. –Right Will?
–Of course. –Will answered, he didn't really like to pick on Iain, he seemed like a nice guy, but it wasn't really that bad, it was fun. The guy was such a loser, always with his damn horses, acting like he was too good for people. Why was he even working here if he couldn't stand the way we treated him, right? Besides, it's on him, for turning Neil down. If a guy like him wants to get it on with someone like him, you just do it. Idiot.
The three friends waited for Iain to approach the stables and tie the horse down so they could make his move. However, they were startled when they saw a second horse, and a second rider.
–Oh, look Neil, Iain's got a boyfriend. Maybe he's the reason he… –Brian tried to say before Neil got on his face.
–Shut up, you idiot! –Neil turned to look at Iain and his friend –. Who's that guy? Haven't seen him before.
–Idiot, you can't even see him now, he's on the horse going at full speed.
They continued to look at the two riders until they reached the stables, got off them and tied them down. Now that they were both on solid ground, they were able to get a look at the guy on the second horse.
And what a guy it was. Will thought.
–Uh.. Iain's got good taste, that's one fine piece of ass. –Brian said, practically drooling.
–Shut up, you fucker. That little bitch could never hit someone like that. He's miles away from his league.
Brian and Neil continued to make fun of Iain while Will was deep in thought, looking at the mystery man.
The only thing that Will could think was that for some reason he felt so drawn to that man, he was everything that turned Will on. Dark hair, tanned skin, great ass, high cheekbones and yes, a dazzling smile he saw was directed to the horse he was combing.
–But I'm not. –Will said, walking towards the stables.
Brian and Neil were a little surprised at their friends radical action, however, it was no surprise, when Will saw something he wanted, he went to get it. And yes, he would usually, always, get it.
–Shoulda called dibs –Brian said.