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at the back, as he had ordered. There she found a half dozen other girls all still harnessed to their gigs, all backed into the space allotted to them and chatting informally.
    She joined them and stood there, waiting to be invited into the conversation. They ignored her for a while but then curiosity got the better of them. “You the mayor’s new girl?”
    â€œYes,” she smiled. “Angela Martin.” “I’m Penny, deputy mayor.”
    â€œAnd I’m Caroline, city treasurer.”
    The rest gave their names and masters and then Penny spoke again. “You that special girl?”
    â€œSpecial?” Angela laughed. “Oh no. There’s nothing special about me. I’m just a librarian - or rather I was,” she said ruefully. “I spoke out of turn and here I am.”
    â€œNo you’re that special girl all right. The one they’re all talking about. I can see it in your face.”
    But Angela was insistent though courteous. She smiled again, “No, really. Just a girl like you all are. But aren’t you all so pretty!”
    She was right, they were, with firm lithe bodies and lovely faces - the top executives of the city could have their pick of the prisoners and there were plenty to choose from in the pens at the various depots around the city, but she was more of a mind to deflect the subject away from her. She didn’t know what they were talking about but in any case, she had never sought praise and had always been embarrassed when anyone complimented her about anything. This was her standard ploy in such cases: turn the conversation to the other person and offer him or her a compliment.
    The conversation drifted onto their masters and the goings on in their households and Angela fell silent. She had never taken part in gossip, well aware that it often led to no good and so while she listened, she said nothing. She was astounded to hear though that the deputy mayor was wont to take boys into his bed and that the parks and gardens superintendent fucked a different girl every night - and none of them his wife. She had been relegated to a back bedroom, according to his pony-girl and had to take a back seat in everything unless he needed to parade her in public when she had to smile and pretend all was well. Well, it was probably all made up, she thought and put the little tidbits of information right out of her mind.
    Then came the call. The mayor wishes to go out in half an hour and the treasurer shortly thereafter. The two girls perked up, asked their fellows to make sure they were properly spruced up and made their way back around to the front of the building to await their respective masters. As they moved off, Caroline warned Angela about gossip. “Most of what they say is manufactured...”
    Angela was not the sort to be critical of others nor was she sanctimonious about what she perceived to be right. “I think it’s better to ignore gossip, too. Sometimes it leads to great heartache,” was all she said.
    They assembled at the front of the town hall, Angela in front since the mayor was to be the first to be leaving the building. They stood there proudly, shoulders back, naked breasts thrust out, legs together and bellies sucked in while visitors going into and out of the building looked them over curiously - or lecherously. Naked females were not all that common that a randy young male wasn’t turned on by their lithe bodies - especially these pony girls who were always the pick of the bunch anyway.
    The mayor came out on time. He had a thing about punctuality and Angela looked him over curiously in the light of her new knowledge about what he might be requiring of her. The very idea that she might have to have sex with him, just because she was assigned to him as his pony-girl was a strange concept to her. It rather smacked of slavery, she thought and then reflected on that ancient institution. Well, was this really all that