Diane, had just turned 18, and recently left college, she'd studied hard trying to get a decent job, but her heart wasn't in it, from as far back as she could remember she'd been around horses, riding was in her blood and no matter what job she looked at none compared to the fresh air and freedom of being at a stables surrounded by horses.
Her mother had been something of a star in riding circles when she was younger, not only competing but winning several big competitions, as well as lots of minor ones, in fact their house was littered with trophies and rosettes that her mother had won, Diane suspected that this was were her obsession with all things equine had started from.
One day, several weeks later her mother asked if she was still determined to work with horses, Diane told her she was. "in that case, I may have something for you" replied her mother, " I bumped into a man I knew years ago, he'll take you on,but you'll have to work hard and do exactly as you are told". Diane nodded, seemingly not noticing the way her mother had emphasised the bit about 'doing exactly as you are told'.
"In that case I'll take you over to see him tomorrow" her mother replied, "it'll be better if I introduce you". Diane smiled, she could hardly wait for the morning to arrive.
Early the following morning she awoke, showered, and dressed ready for the meeting, being as it was at a stables she decided that riding attire was better than formal interview wear and put on her best beige jodhpurs, long black leather riding boots and a smart white blouse, she looked more like she was going to a competition than a job interview, her mother smiled when she saw her, "Oh yes, I think you'll be a real hit!" she said giving her daughter a rather knowing look.
They drove to the stables and her mother introduced her to the elderly gent who owned it, his eyes lit up when he saw the way Diane was dressed, he smiled pleasantly at her mother, then, told Diane to have a look around, he'd just grab a coffee with her mother and catch up on old times, then they'd discuss her duties, if, she decided to take the job, he hoped, he said with a smile, that she would, adding, "if you're half as good as your mother was then you'll do fine".

In the back of her mind Diane thought there was something a little odd about the comment, but brushed it aside, she knew her mother had been a very capable horsewoman, but she hadn't competed on behalf of the stables, little did she know exactly what her mother had got up to in her youth, if she had then perhaps she'd have thought twice about taking the job!
They had a brief chat about what her duties would be, grooming horses, feeding them, keeping the yard and stables clean, and best of all, she'd actually get to ride some of the horses, as some of the owners only visited the yard at weekends, it sounded almost too good a job, time in fact would tell.
Having accepted the job, he told her mother that she could leave Diane with him, he'd take her to collect her uniform and drop her off at home later, she could start tomorrow. She watched as her mother climbed into the smart Range Rover, and for a split second thought that her new boss's eyes seemed to linger a little too long as he watched her mother enter the vehicle, maybe it was the way her tight jodhpurs clung to her shapely rear, or the way her long leather boots gleamed, or maybe, Diane thought innocently, he was reliving some happy memory, it was true that for a woman in her mid 40's her mother had an extremely trim figure and was often mistaken for being in her 30's. Still, they did say that horseriding kept you in shape, and in her mothers case it certainly had, for although her husband had left some years ago, she was never short of male admirers, or money for that matter, although DIane just assumed that it came from investments as her mother hadn't worked for a few years now.
They got into his battered old landrover and headed down the lane, they were going to a large equestrian store in a nearby town where they'd select the items of her uniform, she was, he stressed, under no circumstances to wear her own clothes at work!
Around an hour later they were leaving the store, in the back of the landrover was a large box containing her uniform, a new riding hat, 2 pairs of long riding boots, 1 rubber and 1 leather, 5 white polo shirts, and 5 crisp white show blouses, along with 5 pairs of white jodhpurs and 2 pairs of beige ones, later on she was to discover that for some reason all of the jodhpurs were one size too small. He dropped her off at home and told her to be at the stables at 8 am sharp, and to wear her beige jodhpurs and the rubber boots.
The following morning her mother dropped her off at work, "have a good day, and do as you're told" she said, then with a wave of her hand, the Range Rover, sped out of the yard. Diane met the owner who smiled when he saw her and after complimenting her on how smart she looked set her to work mucking out some stables, he also cautioned her about not getting her uniform dirty!
By lunchtime, she'd cleaned out all the stables and had managed to avoid getting any mess on her uniform, although her boots were dirty from all the mud and manure. She headed across the yard and began to clean them off under the tap,she'd just finished when the owner appeared, "good, I see you've managed to stay clean" he said, although to be honest he looked a little disappointed as he looked at her pristine skin tight jodhpurs and crisp white blouse.
After lunch he sent her into a large barn at the rear of the site and said he'd be over in a few minutes to show her what needed to be done, entering the empty barn she flicked on the lights and noticed that at the far end there was a large pile of what looked like mud, and it appeared very runny.
He arrived a few minutes later with a large wheelbarrow, a shovel and a hosepipe which he connected to a tap, he told her to shovel the mud into the barrow, then hose down the floor, once again he cautioned her against getting dirty before saying he'd be back later, closing the door as he left.
She wandered over to the pile of mud and poked it with the toe of her shiny boot, it was sloppier than it looked, she grabbed the shovel and put some of it into the barrow, it landed with a splat, and small droplets splashed everywhere, fortunately not landed on Diane.
Realising this was going to be messy she thought for a moment, then anxious not to get the mud on her crisp white blouse, realised there was only one thing to do, remove it! She walked back towards the door and seeing a hook on the wall, removed her blouse and hung it up, now wearing only her boots, jodhpurs and white silk bra, she began to load the slop into the barrow. a little over an hour later she had done, she wheeled the barrow to the other end of the barn, then began to use the hose to wash away the remaining mud, when she'd finished her boots were very muddy, and to her dismay there were several small spots of mud on her tight white jodhpurs, she'd just replaced her blouse when the door opened and in walked her boss.
He looked at the clean floor, then at the barrow, finally he looked at Diane, he noticed how clean her blouse was, then the mud on her jodhpurs. He smiled at her then asked, "I see you got mud on your jodhpurs, but managed to keep your blouse clean, very odd" Diane looked at him, "well, to be honest, I took it off" she replied, blushing a little. He thought for a moment, then replied, "Well, it's a pity you didn't take the jodhpurs off too, I hope that mud doesn't stain". She looked at him in amazement, "take off my jodhpurs, are you serious?" she replied, not believing what he was suggesting.
He looked at her then replied, "of course, after all, there are consequences to getting your uniform dirty, or didn't your mother explain it to you?" She looked at him for a second, then replied, "what do you mean consequences? my mother never said anything about anything". He laughed loudly, "yes, I can believe that your mother was one of the worst when she was here, or the best, depending on how you looked at it" . He thought for a moment, then "I really thought your mother would have explained things to you but then again perhaps not, I suppose we all have a few little secrets, anyway, I'll fill you in on how things work, then you can decide for yourself if you are going to stay with us or not, I'm sure your mother will be able to fill you in on anything you're unsure about" he said with a wry smile.
Diane sat in silence while he explained the 'rules' and how the other girls, who she had not yet met, not only managed to pay for any damaged uniform but often earned a tidy bonus in the process. He asked her how she felt about things and if she was prepared to make up for muddying her expensive white jodhpurs, she thought for a moment, then agreed to do whatever was necessary.
Hearing this he smiled, then headed for the door, "back in a tick, won't be long" and with that he was gone. Diane stood alone and wondered what he meant by 'paying for the jodhpurs' and also by 'earning a bonus'. He returned about 10 minutes later carrying a holdall which he placed on the floor, he reached inside and took out a small video camera!
"now, the way most of our girls pay for damaged uniform is by taking part in WAM video,s which we sell to a select few clients, they earn enough to pay for the damaged item and usually a good bit more, I take 10% and they keep the rest, how does that sound, alternatively, I could deduct the amount from your wages, but being as it's a rather messy place you could end up owing me money" he laughed. "wouldn't it be easier to just wear darker uniforms?" she asked. "probably, but it wouldn't be as much fun, just ask your mother".
There he went again, mentioning her mother, what exactly did her mother do when she worked here Diane wondered. "OK, what do I have to do?" she asked nervously, "I'll give you instructions, don't worry, you'll be fine, just remember what I said about not getting your uniform dirty" he replied.
He told Diane to look inside the bag, she did, it was empty apart from a white towel and a pair of very long soft rubber gloves which he told her to pick up. he then told her that she was going to cover her jodhpurs in mud from the barrow, but to be careful, not to dirty her blouse, Diane thought for a second, then slowly removed it and hung it from the hook it had hung on earlier, he smiled when he saw her pert young breasts in the thin silk bra.
Stepping toward the barrow she noticed him begin to film her, he told her to take a handful of the mud and rub it slowly up her left boot. She lifted her leg and placed her boot on the edge of the barrow to make things easier, he nodded in approval, when she'd done he told her to take another handful and rub it slowly from her boot top up the leg of the jodhpurs. When she'd done this her left boot was covered in mud as was the leg of her jodhpurs, almost up to her crotch! Next he told her to repeat it on the right leg. Having done this all down her front was covered in thick mud, he told her to turn around so he could film her from behind, the clean white of the taught material was in sharp contrast to the dark mud spattered front, zooming the camera in on her pert bottom there was just a tantalising hint of the white silk panties beneath.
After several seconds filming her rear he seemed satisfied with the way things were going and instructed Diane to turn around and back up towards the barrow of slimy black mud, she felt it press against the backs of her thighs, then he told her to sit, she gasped slightly as the cold wet mud seeped through her clothes, wetting her panties, "now wriggle round a bit, and smile" he called out. Diane wriggled her pert bottom and sunk slightly into the mud, she could feel it's wetness against her crotch and to her surprise realised she was actually finding the whole thing arousing! "now very slowly stand up, then unfasten your jodhpurs" he called out, Diane did as she was told without even thinking, as she slid down the zip her white silk panties came into view, the camera zoomed in closer, "now take a large handful of mud and put it in the jodhpurs, then fasten them" he called out, picking up a handful, she dropped it slowly into the gap between the jodhpurs and her now mud covered panties, she wiggled slightly causing it to slip into her crotch before finally fastening them back up, the mud oozed out of her crotch as she pulled up the zip.
Next he told her to remove her boots and place a large helping of mud in each before putting them back on, it spattered everywhere as she forced her feet firmly back into the boots, by now, every inch of her from the waist down was covered in the slimy mud, she could feel it oozing between her toes and some of it had even managed to work it's way inside her panties and into the crack between those pert buttocks, only her silky white bra remained clean. "excellent, we're done" he called out . "wait, keep filming" called out Diane, she raised her hands and unclipped her bra, allowing her pert young breasts to come into view, he gasped at her pert pink nipples and carried on filming. She placed her bra on the floor and taking a large handfull of mud, divided it between the 2 cups, after filling them she put it back on, the cold mud causing her nipples to harden, finally, after fastening it she turned to face the camera, jiggled her pert breasts and began to jump up and down. The mud began to escape, some spurted from the top whilst more slithered out of the cups and slid down her taught stomach, "shall we call this the bonus shot" she giggled excitedly, she glanced down as she felt her panties moisten even more, but this time she knew it wasn't the mud causing the wetness!

END OF PART ONE
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