Horsey Like

“I’m here! Where is he?”

“He’s, uh, he’s in the back—”

“I told you not to let him in again!”

“Sorry, sir! He had a hat on, I couldn’t see his face, I didn’t realise—”

“Well, it’s too fucking late now. How long has he been in there?”

“Uh…just t-ten minutes or so…”

“Fucking hell! Do you know what he can do in ten minutes? Shit. We’ll probably have to replace the entire booth…this is on you! You’ll be cleaning up after him this time.”

“But my cousin’s wedding is this weekend!”

“Well you should have thought of that before you let that hyperspermian equine freak into the private collection! Oh, why did I ever think that opening a shop for rare equine pornography with dedicated wanking rooms and limited vetting was a good idea…”