But he’s right. And if I’m anything, it’s willing to admit when I’m at fault.
“I’m sorry,” I apologize. “You’re right, and I don’t know why I suggested it. I know there’s a lot of stuff that goes on here that I have no idea about, and honestly, I wasn’t expecting to have to learn. I kind of thought we’d be doing more of your treatment, I don’t know, inside a house.”
Surprisingly, for maybe the first time ever, he smiles at me. And holy hell, if it doesn’t transform his face into the kind of mug you have dreams about.
Why is it that a little dab of carefree happiness makes everyone hotter?
“Ain’t much of anything that happens inside a house around here.”
I chuckle. “I’m starting to get that.”
“So, what do you say? Am I steppin’ in for Ronald, or are you?”
I glance back to Ronald and the bull as he shoves off his faux mate and lands back on the ground with his front hooves. He looks tremendously satisfied with himself, and honestly, why wouldn’t he be. As far as I know, Ronald just sent him into the orgasm stratosphere.
“So…what exactly do I have to do? Jerk him off?”
Rhett makes a noise in his throat—I’m pretty sure it’s the sound of him choking—and looks straight at me. “I’m sorry, what?”
“How much wrist action?” I expand. “Do they like a gentle touch or something a little rougher? Or do I—”
“Leah, stop,” he cuts me off, and he bites his bottom lip in what appears to be an attempt to hide his amusement. Though, what he’s amused about is beyond me. To me, there’s nothing amusing about jerking off cows.
“What? I’m just trying to make sure I take your advice this time. Pump it fast, pump it slow—whatever you say, your wish is my command.”
“Leah—”
“Really,” I continue, my eyes fixated on Ronald as he steps back to do whatever it is you do with the cow sperm you’re going to ship halfway across the country. “I realize I was pigheaded and stubborn before, and I don’t want to let you down this time. Don’t want to let down the collection cause. So, you just let me know exactly how I need to have my grip and—”
“Leah, darlin’, stop.”
Finally, I look up to meet his eyes, and his expression has changed completely. To be honest, he looks about ready to explode. I’m not sure what I’ve done to make him upset now, but he looks seriously tense. Tight shoulders, flexed jaw, he’s standing so still it’s like he’s made of stone.
“What?” I question with both arms out in front of me.
“You don’t have to…jerk. You don’t have to move at all. Once the sleeve’s on there, the bull will pretty much do all the work, and they’ll do it quickly.”
“They’re that into…well…Fleshlights for bulls?” I laugh. “God, I can’t even believe there’s someone who makes them. Or are they just regular Fleshlights? Do you get them from an adult cow store?”
Rhett shakes his head. “They’re synthetic cow vaginas, and they’re manufactured specifically for this purpose. And for these bulls, who’ve been doin’ this since they were calves, it’s the only form of pleasure they know.”
“So…they just come here and get their kicks two times a week?”
“Pretty much.” Rhett nods. “Makes the whole process a whole lot easier, seein’ as they like it.”
Damn, when I think about it, that’s certainly not a bad life. These bulls just come here twice a week, have a bit of pleasure-induced fun, and don’t have to worry about calling anyone the next morning.
They get their rocks off on the regular and have zero complications. No commitment. No marriage. No dating. No repercussions or girl cows getting mad at them. Hell, they don’t even have to pay child support to all their baby cow mamas. They just come as they please, literally.
“And that other cow, the one not doing the humping, I’m guessing she’s like the vagina decoy?” I ask. “The one the bull thinks he’s giving it to?”
“Yeah, somethin’ like that.”
“So…” I pause, almost holding back from the current glaring question in my mind, but then I just can’t help myself. “What’s it feel like in there?”
“Leah. Come on.” Rhett sighs, takes off his cowboy hat, and runs his hand through his hair, before putting his hat back on. “Are you really askin’ me that?”
His eyes are wide with the words he won’t say. It feels like a cow pussy, Leah. That’s the whole point.
“I just mean, is it wet? Dry? Cold? Warm? I’m suddenly in need of answers I never knew I had questions for.”
Rhett chuckles. “It’s warm and wet, just like a man likes it. We put some lube in there and heat it to the right temperature to simulate the real thing, and they pretty much come as soon as they put it inside.”