CHAPTER ONE
NAKED HORSES INVITATION
“Hi Jack, it’s Olivia here. I was wondering what you are doing during the Labour weekend break, and if you are not otherwise scheduled, would you like to come and be a judge at our very exclusive, and private Naked Horse Competition.”
“It is a three-day event and I was hoping that you and Suzie and your crew would be available to come and support our three day competition, as well as taking the opportunity to promote your business within the Exclusive Equestrian Circles.”
To which I responded, “It sounds very interesting, but I am not sure that I have enough knowledge about the Horse Ring Competitions to be a judge, and if I did agree it would be on the condition that you teach me more about the rules and standards of ‘Dressage & Jumping’ like you said you would – but haven’t yet.”
“As for Suzie and my crew, I will need to ask them and let you know if they will be available,” I said.
Olie, as she is warmly nicknamed, said that it would be great if we could arrange it and that she would explain all about the competition and its location as soon as we could confirm our availability.
A week went by before I could respond to Olie and confirm that all four of us had been able to re-schedule our diaries to make ourselves available for the total of five days around the long weekend, and would now need to learn more about what is to be asked of us.
Olie sounded really excited. “Wow, that’s great news. I can hardly wait to tell Jay and Jasmin and Cynthia that you will all be at the comp for the entire weekend,” she said.
“Cynthia will be so excited that you will be coming, as I have told her all about you and Suzy and how you gave us so much attention at the Old Stables training session last July. She has been pestering me heaps to invite you to our place to get to know you better.”
Olivia has a great understanding of the English literature and how to say ‘something’ without saying anything at all, I thought to myself.
“Wait, just what did you tell Cynthia?” I asked.
“Oh, just that you and Suzie gave us an amazing massage after our early morning training at the Old Stables, and she has been pestering me ever since to see if she could come to the next training session with massage included,” Olie responded.
See, I thought again – she has not said anything but has implied everything.
“And nothing more?” I inquired.
“No” Olie responded, “But she has done a lot of research about the Tantric massages, and I think Jasmin might have told her more about that session than she should have.”
Sisters and siblings are all the same, I thought to myself, they do not want to think that they have missed out and always expect to be included in family affairs or parties.
“Uh huh,” I said, “I think you had better start telling me what this ‘Naked Horse Comp’ is all about Olie, and what it is that you want us to do.”
My mind was now running wild with imagination and scenarios of time with these three girls, and Suzie too.
CHAPTER TWO
JAQHEROFF ESTATE
We arrived by helicopter at the Jaqheroff Estate deep in the Cunter country in NSW and were transported in golf cart buggies, with our hand carry bags to our appointed accommodation facility – which looked similar to ‘The Old Stables’ at the Carpenters Arena back in Montville.
But that is where the similarity ends. These Stables were named ‘Licker Creek Stables’ and were more than five times the size and had more than fifty accommodation units for at least 150 plus people. Everything was Five-Star Top Class.
Very Impressive! thought I, this weekend is going to be very interesting if the name of the stables is anything to go by!
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On arriving at the Heliport earlier this morning, we were asked to leave our packed bags and other equipment over by the Jaqheroff Transporter that would arrive at the Estate some five or six hours after our arrival.
We were told that our baggage would be delivered to our individual cabins/units by the staff on the Estate, but we could only take a small hand carry bag or backpack with us on the helicopters and planes, due to space and weight issues.
Following on from our initial telephone conference call two weeks earlier, when we were told of the dress code and rules for the ‘Naked Horse Competition,’ our host Mr. Jaqheroff reiterated the rules and conditions of attendance.
Everyone was given the option to withdraw from the Competition invitation at this point, and not surprisingly no one did.
Standing with Suzie, Olivia, Jasmin, Jay, Cynthia, CK and Masture-Bates (affectionately called Batesee) another specialist, from my team, we were quietly buzzing in nervous excitement and anticipation to board Mr.Jaqheroff's fleet of Learjet 45s and Helicopters.
But before we could board, the Number One Rule for the weekend was that we had to strip naked and remain so for the whole time we were at the Jaqheroff Estate.
The rules were no clothing except for Jaqheroff Capes & Robes that would be available on the estate if it got a little cooler than the mid to high twenties’ temperatures as predicted by the weather bureau for the extended weekend. (Celsius, not Fahrenheit)
Ten minutes later all sixty-four guests and on-site management / staff were totally naked and boarding their allocated seats in the Lear Jets or Bell Long Ranger Helicopters.
Other attendees were making their own way to the Estate (and missing out on this ‘bonding’ experience.)
The rules also applied to all the pilots – and we were happy about this as we were fortunate to have two young and very beautiful female pilots in control of our Bell helicopter.
I do not think there was a cock on board, any of the aircraft, that was not showing their appreciation of the many beautiful bodies now openly on display.
I overheard Cynthia talking to Olivia and Jasmin saying that she was ‘As wet as a pig in heat’, which I anticipated was a reasonable reflection of all the ladies’ interest from their perspective.
Suzie smiled at me and whispered in my ear, “Fuck, she’s not the only one!”
Some other rules for the weekend competition were that all the horses had to have their manes hogged (roached, in the USA) except for Arabian horses which kept their full manes, but in coloured cobs.
The horses' tails were to be banged or cropped, and groomed/braided.
All other trimming of the face, ears and legs was optional and relative to the breed of horse and its home environment.
(This was a common practice in Competitions at this time of the year, allowing time for them to be able to regrow and be ready for the Top Equestrian trials mid Spring semester).
All riders must wear helmets with chin straps (mandatory) and boots.
Any extra apparel on the circuit would accrue demerit points.
The Prize money was a very impressive draw card and as with everyone who attended, we all reasoned it well worth the effort to strip naked for the five days and get treated like royalty.
Mr. Jaqheroff was a true entrepreneur and decided to promote his riding brand by sending out VIP invitations to a select crowd to be represented at the Estate.
With his humor he promoted the ‘Naked Horse Competition’ as a Very Private Invitation Only event, and to accept the invitation all those invited were expected to be broad minded and discreet.
A $690 entry fee was required from all attendants and guests, which was guaranteed to be reimbursed three-fold by way of prizes and gifts and vouchers.
This entry fee was intended to keep the bludgers and dreamers away from the gates and encourage some humor and responsibility from the invited guests.
Another one of the benefits of being invited to attend was that Mr. Jaqheroff encouraged the guests to promote their individual business interests, such as my company ‘Complete Personal Training and Therapeutic Services’.
Of all the invited guests there was no situation of two or more guests offering the same services, so each of us was unique in our own field of expertise.
CHAPTER THREE