Short Story : ' Damn, The Ass '

"Oh no, sweetie. Eros 's butt." Connor smirked. He jerked his head sideways, trying to get his luscious auburn bangs to move away from his deep brown eyes.

“Yeh, we’re almost there,” I answered checking my pocket watch. “My navigation skills don’t lie you know.”

“You… ALI,” shot back. Later, he offered her a fat joint the good shit, rode it out for a minute. She accepted. He placed Roxie in an unmarked black van. He kissed her passionately – felt on her tits and stuck his thick fingers in her stinking wet pussy. She groaned and with the greatest of ease.

“Yeah totally.” I tried to say bravely. Then she nodded her head and lead me into another room. It looked the same as the one we were just in.

The music blared so loud through the speakers at the bar and grill MacGowan's Haven, that Alannah Chambers worked at that she had to shout in order for her customers to hear her. "What would you like sir?" She yelled at the middle aged man on the other side of the counter. He was a heavy set man with thinning salt and pepper colored hair and thick glasses, he wore faded blue jeans and a blue shirt that looked like it seen better days. Lots of them. He had a mustard stain on his shirt too that he hadn't bothered to wipe up. "Uh, I'll take a beer and a piece of that ass babe," he said, and grinned wickedly at her. If it had been a few years sooner, Alannah would have ignored him, but not this time, she was done with little-miss-shy-girl that

When we get to her house, the girl walks up to her house and I light up my blunt. She's gone. So, I'm good or so I think. I go to put my car in drive when I see her dancing and banging on the door. I wait another minute. Nobody is answering. She sits on the stairs, trying not to pee on herself. I beep the horn and she looks up at me. I shake my head and wave her over. She gets up and walks back over to the car.

She didn't miss a beat. “Come on, I'm going to take you to the loading doc. We can discuss it along the way.”

It was another busy Friday night at the Slow Hand Saloon, New York City’s hottest country bar. Penelope McKay had been overwhelmed when she had seen the crowd lined up around the corner waiting to get in. She was thankful Cheyenne was helping her tonight, she would not be able to keep up without the help. It seemed each weekend the crowds grew as did the lines waiting to get in, this was going to be a long night. Penelope’s white cowboy boots clunked across the hardwood floor, she had heads turning as she walked back to the bar. The tassels on her white vest swayed with each step and her daisy dukes hugged her hips, showing off lean, tanned legs. Her long blonde hair was perfectly curled, cascading down her back. Penny took her place behind the bar, checked to see if anyone needed a drink and got ready for her shift.

His night on the town started with a shitload of beer and a bevy of enticing women as distractions. Bryan Thomas tried to decide which he wanted more, a repugnant drink or a quick fuck though either way, he’d still regret it in the morning. As he contemplated, a blonde haired, blue eyed beauty walks into the bar with a friend. When the woman turned to her friend and then began to speak, Bryan caught sight of her ass, so full and round, and he grinned.

"She's here, She's here" his voice held excitement with every word he spoke. Everyone quickly turned their heads towards my direction. In a moment they are all running to my direction , engulfing me in tights hugs

“Okay, I know you guys are very tired from the walk, but guess what! We made it to the site!” Sarah stopped us and said.

You giggled. “Come to Okāsan then.” pausing your tracks, squatting down to wait for [D/N] with open arms. [D/N] was absolutely sweltering at this point from the moving.

Later that night, long after Suze’s mouth had gone slack and loud snorts shook her alcohol soaked body, I’d poured a generous splash of Jamesons in a short glass, curled up next to her on the couch and watched that segment over and over again, imagining what it would be like to be part of his world. The rush was heady and seductive –and dangerous.

“You made it!” There was something so delightful on her face when she turned around. It almost looked like she was going to cry.

“Me?” I replied confused, “I was going to come and find you. I heard you yesterday and I want to help.” She looked at me with a measure of excitement on her face.