Had to use a bit of a short, old one that never got uploaded at the time, as ran out of time today

“Daddy, these city folks are the only interesting thing to ever happen on this farm. And now you’re telling me I ain’t to talk with ’em? That just ain’t fair.”

Her father looked up from counting his money. “Darling, would you please just do as you’re told for once in your life? I told you, these men are farmhands. They’re helpin’ manage the herd, y’hear? Now I don’t want you distracting them when they’re here to work. I forbid it.”

She huffed. Farmhands, indeed. If they were working, why were they the ones paying? Either her father was too innocent to see it, or just happy to look the other way while the money rolled in. But she recognised big-city perverts when she saw them, coming out here to get down and dirty in the hay.

The next week, a dozen cars pulled up. She crept out the back. She found one of the perverts half-buckled into his suit. He startled when he saw her, trying to flex his bovine limbs. He shuddered as she crouched and ran a finger along the rubbery udders that hung beneath the metal chassis. It sloshed.

“Daddy likes to pretend you guys are out here for work. But I know what y’all are. Heifers that ain’t been milked in too long.” She glanced up. “I’ll suck your udders for two hundred bucks.”

“M-my wallet’s in my b-back pocket,” the young man squeaked breathlessly. “Um. There should be a hatch.”