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the girls. The three men now huddled in the corner of the makeshift dressing room that had been set up in the plush, air-conditioned stables. They were patiently waiting for the girls to get undressed, and loving every minute of it. The walls of the dressing room were lined with mirrors, making it possible for Blaze to watch the men in the corner without looking their way. Franco preened, pleased with himself, indolent, slouched back against a counter, smoking a cigarette; silently watching through hooded eyes as six beautiful women took their clothes off before him. The other two were laughing and joking like schoolboys, but he paid no attention to them.
    Blaze joined her five sisters casually shedding their traveling clothes. The tall brunette with the short-cropped stylish hair shimmied out of her snug shorts, slipped off her thong panties, and with one quick gesture, peeled off her thin crop top to toss it aside. Blaze glanced sideways to a mirror to find Franco was watching her. She ignored him and instead turned her attention to the “costume,” the dull leather trappings she would be wearing for today’s equestrian show.
    The gleaming high-heeled boots would pose no problem, as she was used to performing in such tall boots. Rather thoughtfully, thin socks had been provided to protect her feet; although she still wasn’t looking forward to running in those wicked 5-inch heels. Telling herself his was just another show, she plunked her bare bottom down on the smooth cool vinyl bench and tugged on the long boots, running the zippers up each calve. Sleek and shiny, the snug boots ended just below the knee.
    Next, she picked up the body harness, puzzling over the tangle of straps. The board belt, with its double buckles in front and D-rings attached at the sides, was obviously designed to be worn around the waist. This waist-cincher was wide enough to band her naked torso from just beneath the rib cage to the top of the hips. A single strap ran up the back to meet a crossing belt that would pass around her body high up under the arms. She saw the others struggling with the trappings, and watched the male “volunteers” practically tripping over themselves to give them a hand.
    Blaze slipped on the contraption. The upper cross-piece could be looped and buckled in place to form a strap traversing her upper chest just above the breasts. A second vertical strap hung down in front from the center of the waist-cincher, swaying before her like some obscene dangling penis as she settled the belt above the ridge of her hips.
    By now Franco had thrown away his cigarette, and he too stepped up, eager to join in “helping” the girls with their costumes. Like the other two guys, he moved from girl to girl, joking with them, encouraging them, flattering them; and all the while he was inspecting the fit, buckling straps, tightening belts, and of course taking the opportunity to run his hands over their naked bodies to assure a snug but comfortable fit.
    Stepping up to Blaze he began by examining her belt, tightening it, tugging on the twin straps to gain an extra notch, urging the girl to suck in a breath and hold it, while he cinched her up tight and buckled the straps into place.
    Satisfied with the fit, he gave her a big smile, then stepped behind her to continue his job. Blaze watched herself in the mirrored wall as the man worked behind her, making the necessary adjustments. The tightly-fitted belt molded her lithe torso into smoothly tapering hourglass. He was adjusting the back strap, tightening it till the crossing strip of leather indented the soft flesh at the top of her chest.
    Suddenly, seeing herself naked, in nothing but leather strapping electrified Blaze. The erotic thrill sent a shiver through her. There was something exciting about tightness of the dull leather belt, the snug feel of the buttery leather straps encircling her naked body -- it that took her breath away. She closed her eyes, and swallowed down a