Chapter 2

Saturday morning we woke together and the girls got right to taking a shower together. I went through my usual morning ritual of turning the Tv on and getting breakfast together. When the girls came out they seemed disappointed that I had not joined them. That quickly changed when they saw and smelled the western omelets I was making. They both were naked and I was appreciating having them around. It seemed to me as if they had adopted me.

As we sat and ate watching the Saturday morning cartoons, the girls discussed the time they’d have to leave from here to get to work on time. I knew Clair was a stripper but wasn’t sure about what Janis did. After breakfast was over we went down to the table and it was a typical morning after party morning. Lots of moaning and coughing with naked people wandering in looking for their clothes. It was sort of an amusement for the regular folks watching the visitors try and figure out what they did and with who and how they got this or that bruise or marks.

The roaring fire from the night before just a pile of ash smoldering like the sexual tensions fueled by copious amounts of alcohol the night before. This was the usual time when people figured out that being naked in front of others wasn’t the end of the world. On the other side of the coin it was the ultimate height of amusement when some female would realize her state of undress and go screeching into the shower room. Yet another source of amusement was the young men who would sneak up and try to get glimpses of the women in the shower, only to get chased off with a broom like a chicken, including all the clucking.

It was all in good fun and if there was any real offense it was dealt with immediately. Us older folks rarely got into the mix of the drama, but when we did it turned quickly into a full on brew ha ha. When all the revelry was over Janis and Clair came over hugged me and then Chief and they were gone. Chief asked how it was going with those two. I told him I could not be happier and that they both seemed happy. He said he was asking about the tattooing shaking his head laughing at me. I told him the second tattoo was started, but would need several more sessions before it came together.

Chief went on to tell me that they’d be back in the morning after work. I wasn’t going to pry but then he told me that Janis was one of the talent managers who drove the dancers to and from the clubs. If a dancer didn’t have transportation or was at risk, Janis would make sure they got there safely. She was also the security manager of all three of his clubs, in charge of hiring and firing bouncers and managing security cameras and systems. She also taught the dancers self defense if they wanted to learn.

Being a Saturday afternoon there was a lot of folks in camp who weren’t the regulars which meant rowdier than usual. Heavy drinking and heat were the order of the day and into the night. Just after dark a guy in an old pickup truck came in the drive and Mike who was lit, instantly sobered up and his attention focused on the incoming. Chief noticed his reaction the same as did I and we both joined Mike at the pathway to the table. Dale Johnson got out of the truck and started walking up the trail to where we three stood.

Johnson put his hands out to his sides, palms up showing he had no weapons. It was a sign of respect but this was different in that he reeked of fear. Before Johnson could say anything Mike said turn around and get the fuck out in his bulldog Marine drill instructor voice. Johnson said “BUT” and before he finished his word Mike said BUT nothing asshole, get in your truck and leave while you still fucking can. He started to turn and both Chief and I drew our guns as Johnson spun around with his 357 mag. He hesitated as he saw our guns already trained on him just as Mike punched him. Johnson hit the ground like a bag of top soil and didn’t move.

We put him in his truck minus the 357 and drove him to the bottom of the canyon where the main road passes through. As he woke Mike hit him again knocking him back out and we rolled his truck into the ditch on the edge of the corner. Too many folks misjudged the corner and went off road there. We dialed the Sheriff from his phone and left it on and walked away. Johnson was drunk and it would look like any of the other wrecks he’d had. Johnson was a known trouble maker to the Law and his driving off the edge of the road wouldn’t be the first time. We didn’t call the law to camp, we dealt with our own problems. We went back to camp and proceeded to party.

The line from that country song by Toby Keith “I ain’t as good as I once was, But I’m as good once as I ever was” was very real for many of us around camp. Many of us were old warriors with been there done that badges in the form of broken bones, scars and wounded souls. It wasn’t long before this big boobed, fake red head named Jill took Mike off to his nest. It wasn’t so much a sexual thing although they may or not have sex. It was about taking care of our own. Chrissy a bleach bottle blond who had taken to Chief earlier in the day and hung on him until well after three am when he stood and announced he was going to bed. She held onto him and they stumbled off to his camper. I stayed around the fire, on the edges, staying mostly sober, nursing a beer and watching over the remaining few hard core partiers.

It wasn’t long before they paired up and went off to sleep and as I walked to my house I could see the light from the sun on the horizon. It would be another couple hours until the sun breached the mountains but the orange glow told me it would be a hot one. I turned on the driveway sensor to the light tone alert so I would know if anyone went in or out and then I went to bed. Sleep was quick and the dream I had was a continuation of the real life three way I had the morning before with Janis and Clair. As great as the dream was, I was eager to wake up when I heard Chiefs truck pull up to the parking spot outside my house.

I got up, pulled my pants and boots on and wandered down to the table as a couple of the vehicles pulled out. I greeted those around and sat at the table still waking up. Clair saw me and came over and hugged me, seeing I was still waking up she asked if I’d like a cup of coffee. I thanked her and she went to get me a cup. Janis came over and hugged nearly smothering me in her wonderful breasts. The conversation around the table turned to the incident last night with Johnson. My role was included by Chief and Mike making sure everyone knew that Dale Johnson was not welcome and should be discouraged from ever returning. Clair returned with the coffee and I thanked her.

The table was a buzz with all the drunken stories of the previous night. A few visitors still filtered out leaving to go back to the rat race of the big city. Clair and Janis stayed relatively close to me, and as it got to the pinnacle of the afternoon heat I excused myself to go cool off. Clair and Janis both asked if they could tag along because they had something they needed to talk to me about. I said sure enough and we went down to my place. Janis went first explaining that she’d like to get rid of her apartment in town and just stay at her dads’ place when she needed to stay over there. She said she’s already cleared that part with him.

Clair said that she liked me and asked if she could live with me during the week when she wasn’t working. Janis said Chief didn’t have room for them here at camp and that if I’d be ok with it, they both would like to live with me, working for housing or pay me rent. I thought about it and asked straight up what this meant, that they would be sleeping as a couple separated from me or in my bed or what. They said although they were lovers, that they both were bisexual and they liked my cock so if I was ok with it they would both sleep with me. I pretended to think about it and then said well I guess it would be ok. They both knew that I was joking with them and gave me a hug.