Chapter 7: Jezebel

“Who are you and what are you doing here?”

The haughty imperious woman on horseback demands. Gail looks provoked and ready to fly at her offender. She has no idea who this rude person is. I do. Though we’ve never met, it is logical, this can only be Dallas’ sister, Dakota. Who else would have the temerity to behave like she owned the place? Before Gail can give Dakota an attack opening, by inquiring “Who wants to know”, I preempt her and assert our right to be here, by acting like we have every right to be here.

“We are close friends of Dallas and are helping him with his project, and you must be Dakota. Who else? Dallas described you as strikingly beautiful. Dallas has been expecting you to stop by eventually. He’s not here at the moment but he will return. Dismount, and join us for coffee. Warm yourself at our fire. Chilly weather we’re having, aye? Campfire coffee is the very best, don’t you agree? It’s the wood smoke that does the trick is what I think.”

Dakota looks uncertain of how to respond to my uncowed friendly overture, disarmingly casual manner, and presumptuous command, “Dismount”. She’s definitely curious about me. From the interest in her study of me, I suspect she finds me attractive. She wants to fight challenging glaring Gail. The temptations to engage with us is powerful. I’m willing her to obey me. My unblinking eyes enforce my will. She can’t meet my gaze though she tries, and promptly averts her gaze within seconds after contact. She isn’t as strong willed as she wishes she was. I’m more than a match for her.

She dismounts, and tethers her horse to the parked backhoe nearby. Walks to the fire and toasts her gloved hands. I give up my bucket and politely order her to seat herself upon it. She does.

Dakota coldly thanks Gail, when Gail passes her a steaming mug.

“You say you’re helping Dallas with a project? What project?”

A broad sweep of my arm inclusively takes in everything in the area. The sculpted cement boat, Gail’s moored boat, my grounded look alike boat, the new piling we’re installing next to the cement boat, the backhoe, and the ready culvert sections ranked side by side on the ground. All are indicated as part of our project.

“This is a pile of junk. This so called project will immediately stop. You need to get busy removing this crap and get off my property.”

“You’re barking up the wrong tree. Object with your brother Dallas, your co-owner, Dakota. This project is under his authority and we are here at his request with his permission. We follow his direction and try to do his bidding. We have no conflict with you. You have no supervision over us. More coffee, ma’am? Let me pour for you.”

Dakota glares at me, I grin charmingly amused at her. She can’t keep it up for lng, her shoulders slump in defeat. She glances at Gail. Gail has no problem maintaining her glare of animosity. Dakota returns it.

“What’s your names? If I’m going to employ someone, I need to know what to call them.”

“Employ who, Dakota?”

“I’m prepared to offer both of you employment. Are you marred?”

“No, and not looking for work either. He’s Joey, I’m Gail and I don’t like you. Dakota.” Gail deliberately spits after saying Dakota.

Gail is blunt and honest. I don’t like Dakota’s manner either. I like the look of her. I wouldn’t kick her out of bed for eating crackers.

Is it her features, her pheromones or her aura that makes her this sexy? Or my horniness? Sure her figure is curvy but not unique, and it sure as hell ain’t her personality I feel attracting me. What ever it is, Dakota’s got it. Gives me an instant hard on, and I sense her responding in a similar visceral fashion to me. Gail senses the sparking chemistry between Dakota and me, and that infuriates her.

“Well, Gail, I’m not going to lie. It’s NOT nice to meet you. I don’t like you either. The only reason I was willing to consider hiring the both of you, was to get Joey here on my staff. He’s got one of those silvered tongues people envy. I want his glibness employed in my service. Since you aren’t a wife, got no hold on him, you go to hell.”

“You heard the bitch, Joey. Take the job, lickety split, she anxiously needs your tongue, my sweet man. She has no notion of what we are as a couple, or mean to each other, does she? Go ahead. Addict her, then abandon her. My sweet revenge. I’ll be waiting for you, love.”

“A short time temporary salary would solve some of our more pressing needs. What’s the job offer? What would be my duties?”

“What duties would you like? Your job title would be personal assistant to the boss. I would expect obedience to my whims.”

“Just as I figured, Joey. She wants you to kiss her ass, or nearly that.”

“You’re pretty crude, Gail. I can be crude too, when occasion warrants it. What if she is correct, Joey, and I demanded you satisfy me in a highly personal capacity, are you man enough for the job?”

“Do you expect me to brandish my Johnson in an interview? I’m more than man enough to tell you take a hike, that ain’t no job for a real man. However, if you’re suggesting the job comes with certain perks? I’m interested in hearing more about compensation packages. The elephant is too big to ignore. We got hots for each other. Right?”

“Blunt and honest. It has obvious advantages. We all know all the cards. The pair of you are crude, exactly like that black mud you call coffee. No frills, no cream and sugar. Bare and full flavored but I’m not accustomed to life that raw. Too bad you aren’t less contrary and less inimical to me, Gail. You’re a good looking healthy woman and I sense we could respect each other, even like each other. We’re both strong women. Under different circumstances, possibly be friends. Someday! But I’m stealing your man, so that won’t ever be possible! Now will it? Too bad you don’t like women. I’d like you better if you liked lickety split too. We could munch a bunch if y’all were teamed together, harnessed to please me? Desired to please me? Aimed to please me. That would be worth quite a lot to me and I’d certainly make it worthwhile to you. Cash and in pleaure both.”

“How much WOULD it be worth to you? The pair of us double teaming you?”

“Would you trust me to pay you what you proved worth to me?”

“Only if we are paid daily, accounts settled everyday. The day we don’t agree with your assessment of our worth, or our pay is postponed, is our last day employed. We’ll leave with our due.”

“I feel confident you’ll greatly please me Joey, but I need some convincing Gail is up to the task and willing to be amenable.”

Gail and I start laughing so hard we doubled over. Don’t judge by appearances. We do love each other, but we are not exactly a couple.

“Gail is my partner. I love her, desire her, would instantly jump her bones if she crooks her finger in invitation. Unfortunately she...”

“Better let me speak for myself, Joey, before you wax too poetic and embarrass me. I love Joey. He’s beautiful. For both our sakes, I wish I were attracted to men. I’m not. I’m pure hard core bull dyke, Dakota, whether you like it or not. I take charge during sex! I get the feeling you would like that a lot. If you’re lesbian, you’re a lipstick lesbian. We could get each other off real good I’m sure. Want to switch hit, then let Joey at bat. He’s swinging a homeruiner.”

“You two intrigue me. I want very much to have you come ... work, hire the pair of you. I’m a bit bi, I think. Maybe. I intend to be TRY sexual. I want to explore what I am, all I am. All my life, I’ve run this ranch. I’m sick of worrying about it. I need some fun. Relief.”