The Pony Ranch

By Lola Swain

Thirty-five-year old beauty Lauren Kelson was slammed with a series of crises that began with her gynecologist suggesting she freeze-dry her eggs like Sea Monkeys because they were old and ended with her losing her job, her husband and her home--all within the first two weeks of April. Out of desperation, she donned her big-girl panties and responded to an employment advertisement at a Nevada brothel. But this brothel was no Bunny Ranch. This brothel was the Pony Ranch. The Ranch and its interesting customs changed every idea and ideal that tender-hearted Lauren had ingrained in her brain. And when Lauren’s handsome trainer, the rich, dominant Alpha Julian, broke her during their intense training sessions, Lauren hoped that Julian would graduate from her trainer to her owner.
This explicit, erotic novella of over twenty thousand words contains sizzling training between a hot, Alpha dom and a sexy ponygirl, and tight leather restraints. This novella is the second story in the Bad Girls’ Club series, standalone erotic and erotic romance stories about strong women who are not afraid to go after what they want...and get it! All characters in this book are eighteen or older.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lola Swain
• Release date: Aug 18, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476200392

Lola Swain

Lola Swain is a best-selling author of erotica, erotic romance and mainstream fiction. Her works include the wildly popular Ties That Bind Chronicles, the To Protect And Service series, the Eight Maids A Milking Steampunk fairy tales and the Fifty Shades of Gay series. Lola Swain’s books appear digitally and in print on Amazon, Barnes and Noble,Apple and other retailers worldwide. If you would like to receive information on new releases, promotional codes for free or discounted books or to chat with Lola Swain, drop her a line at [e-mail] and sign up for her mailing list. You can also catch up with Lola Swain by visiting her blog at lolaswain.blogspot.com or on Twitter @LolaSwainAuthor. Viva La Kink! XOXO

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The Pony Ranch

By Lola Swain

Copyright 2012 Lola Swain and Pulp Friction Publishing, Inc.

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This is a work of fiction. Resemblance of any characters to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

The Pony Ranch is an explicit, erotic novella of over twenty thousand words and contains sizzling training between a hot, Alpha dom and a sexy ponygirl, and tight leather restraints.

This novella is the second story in the Bad Girls’ Club series, standalone erotic and erotic romance stories about strong women who are not afraid to go after what they want...and get it. All characters in this book are eighteen or older.

To read Rebel, the third story in the Bad Girls’ Club series, click here for Smashwords,

To read Rocked By The Billionaire, the fourth story in the Bad Girls’ Club series, click here for Smashwords

To read other books by Lola Swain, click here for Smashwords.

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter One

My name is Lauren Kelson and I’m having the most fucked up year of my life.

On April 1st, I turned thirty-five years old and was asked by my gynecologist if I wanted to freeze some eggs like brine shrimp since they were most likely on their way to spoiling.

On April 9th , my artist husband (read: perpetually unemployed) of five years sent me a text message informing me he was leaving me because he was in love with another woman, but I could keep the house and everything in it. This was of little consolation because the house was solely titled in my name because his credit score was negative when I bought the house and I bought everything in it.

On April 10th, a Detroit police officer came to my door and informed me that my bank won a default judgment of foreclosure against me and I had ten days to vacate my home. My husband insisted on handling the finances, as he did nothing else and it was my money, and had been banking the mortgage payments for an entire year and hiding the foreclosure notices. Yeah, I know, separate finances are always good.

On April 13th, I lost my job at the museum because I showed up to work drunk on April 12th and fell into a sculpture some young, obscure artist made out of shellacked Spaghetti-O’s and fake Incan pottery and it shattered.

On April 16th, the creditor that owns my student loan, froze my bank account and won a garnishment order against my wages for delinquencies. Actually, that didn’t really matter as the husband cleaned out our bank account and I had no more wages to garnish.

On April 20th after peeling myself off the wood floor that I no longer owned, but took a loan out to install, got a storage unit and had boxes and bags and bins full of my life hauled off for safe keeping.

And on April 21st, I sat in a dark bar with my cheery friend Brian while he looked through his iPad for jobs for me and I sucked down Vodka Gimlets like they were water.

I don’t know what to tell you, Lauren, Brian said as he scrolled through his iPad, Detroit ain’t exactly a hot-bed of job opportunities. You just stay with me kitty cat until you get on your feet.

I appreciate it, Bri, I said and rested my head on his shoulder. I just can’t believe this is happening.

Yeah, you definitely get the award for most fucked up fortnight.

There’s an award for that? How Shakespearean, I said and laughed. I can cry no more, Brian. I just need to find a job. I almost offered to fuck the utility guy the other day when he came to disconnect the water so I could take one more bath.

Well, at least he’s employed, Brian said and patted my head. What can a hot, single, woman with dependency issues do to make a lot of cash, quick?

Hooker. We both said at the same time.

Brian continued to laugh and scroll and it was at that moment, I made a drastic decision.

Brothels. Nevada. I yelled and gripped his arm.

Gads, has the Dementia set in already? Brian said and stared at me. What the fuck are you talking about?

Find some brothels, I said. I’m serious too, Brian. Don’t think, just do. And don’t you fucking dare judge me.

When have I ever judged anyone, Lauren? Brian said and typed some keywords into a search site on his iPad. "I like fucking hairy men called bears, for the love of jeebus."

I continued drinking and Brian searched for brothels.

Don’t think, just do had been my motto most of my life. In some cases, like giving up partying for college and landing an amazing job, it worked out well for me. In others, well in most cases, it led to me sitting in a bar at 1:00 in the afternoon and trying to find brothel employment.

"Ooh, look at this one, Lauren: the Pony Ranch. It’s the most sophisticated site of all of them. And there’s no squirting pussy videos going off all over the page. It’s the only place we’ve looked at that doesn’t appear