'To be quite blunt,' said the grey haired sister, 'we have no interest in selling our salon to a filthy equine. This country used to be a place of decency and good morals before your kind arrived, and we won't be responsible for more of you animals corrupting this neighbourhood.'
Leia sneered. 'This place is losing customers by the day. If you don't sell soon the bank will foreclose.'
'Not if that little whore house next door goes under first,' said the redhead. She was the older of the two, and her hair was thin from the years of colouring it.
'Caroline's cafeteria is new. It's still establishing itself.'
'Pah! No self respecting person would step foot in that brothel and there's not enough animals in the city to keep it afloat.'
'It's not a brothel. It's a cafeteria,' said Leia in a flat tone.
'They're both the same to you creatures.'
Leia stood and whipped her riding crop into the palm of her hand. The snap of leather against flesh made the old sisters flinch, but the defiance in their eyes flared stronger. It would take a lot more than simple threats to break Dorris and Florence.
The tall slutmare flicked her tail from side to side to waft her scent into the room. She was still heavily aroused from her brief massage and her cock was wedged between her tits underneath the tight leather corset. She knew the pungent odour would unsettle the prudes, even if they refused to show it.
Florence shifted in her chair. Of the two, she was the one who always enjoyed the attention of men even if she never had the heart to leave her sister to marry one. To experience that flutter now around this beast of all things was a humiliation. She smoothed her long skirt to distract herself from the sensations stirring between her legs and brushed away a fallen red hair.
Dorris spoke. 'You don't scare us. If that riding crop so much as brushes our skin you'll be thrown in prison for the rest of your days.'
'Is that so? Your employee had no complaints when I used it on her.'
A muffled scream rolled through the door and a small pressure wave brushed by as reality altered.
'That's because she's a wild beast who needs to be broken in!'
Leia chuckled. 'For someone who claims to hate equines so much, it's rather strange that you hired one, isn't it?'
'That was Florence's decision,' said Dorris through gritted teeth.
All eyes focused on Florence. The woman was flush. Leia flicked her tail again. She could smell the repressed sexuality on the frigid crone and intended to exploit it.
'Did you hire an approved contractor to install the legally required milking station for equine staff?'
'I, well, there weren't exactly many people who would install such a device,' flustered the redhead.
'I'd better inspect it then. Show me where it is.'