Episode 123: SHOTS FIRED

7:00 PM ... River Rats nightclub and restaurant. Hell of a combo!

Riding with Piper Cherry, Roger Dundee could not keep his eyes off of his bombshell chauffeur. Her tanned legs were freaking perfect from heels to thigh gap. Said gap easily visible, pussy tightly tucked away at the moment. She knew her lover was eyeballing her and intentionally lifted her bottom to pull her skirt up to her waist.

“Better Baby?”

“Baby? I’ve got your pacifier right here Goo Goo Doll.” He patted his crotch, the tent pole constantly high thanks to her allure. She could be wearing tar and feathers and he’d still be hard. Piper Cherry was just that intoxicating. He thanked the sex gods above and below for Carl Manley hiring the Counsellor. He just hoped the future held up, the things she was doing in school, hell the things he was doing with her was high risk concerning the law. Yet, no matter what they did they were not being punished. Let the good times roll!

“Save it for the bar. I’ll suck that big boy on the dance floor.”

“You do realize my brother owns this place, right? Let’s not go out of our way to get the club shut down.”

“You worry too much.”

“You worry too little.” He frowns. “Are you telling me your dad the Senator can keep you out of jail? Us too if it gets ugly?”

“Oh, no! I’m not involving my daddy.” There was her often hidden southern drawl. “Everything I do from here on in my life, I deal with my way. I’ve lived in either his shadow or my ex-husbands, up until Nashville. This is all on me Roger. Just have faith in me.”

“Strangely, I do. I just don’t want our insanity to bring down Brock.”

“Just have fun and let go, Dundee. Show me off like never before. I’ll make this a night to remember.”

“Alright! You do realize though; we’re partying with Kevin Fowler. He’s going to be a cue stick in the mud and have a nervous breakdown if we get too crazy.”

“Mr. Peabody just needs his boy Sherman to smack his glasses off.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Turn left up here.”

“I know where I’m going Backseat Minnie Driver.”

“Do I look like a Minnie to you?”

“Meanie, maybe!” She flipped her tongue at him. “I’m just saying Mimi and LeAnne’s jobs tonight are to bring out the best in both Kevin and Dewey.”

“I’m not worried about Wolfy. I’m worried about Muddy Waters.”

“Ooo! I love Muddy Waters. Big on Jazz!”

“Me too. Okay! I’ll just try and keep Kevin sane.”

“No, you need to keep me insane. Stop sweating over Kevin. He’s going to be fine. Mimi will keep him entertained. LeAnne can bounce between Dewme and Spanish Fly for a White Guy. Just let me work my magic.”

“Pretty Fly for a White Guy! Ha! I remember that song. Nuff said! All yours.”

“Here we are. There’s Josie and Roman.” She notes them standing by her SUV. “Wow! She wasn’t kidding about the cowboy outfit.”

“Uhhh? Is she wearing chaps with no pants?”

“I see her G-string. Remind me to give her hell about our no panties ever agreement. Those are so coming off.”

“Can you bite your tongue just tonight? Come on ... think of Brock.”

“Mmm! Trust me I do.” She winks at his brother then parks six vehicles away from Josie, the couple walking over to greet them. Stepping out of her SUV Piper found Josie shuffling up in her new cowboy boots, arms in the air to hug her bestie.

“Piiiiiiiiiiipppppeeeeeeeeeerrrrr!” Met and held tightly the girls giggled up a storm. Piper reaching down gripped Josie’s ass cheeks and called her Susie Chapstick, mainly because of her chaps and the missing G-string band stuck within her crack. She just could not bite her tongue even for Roger.

“Hey! You’re breaking our no panties rule. Hand them over.”

“I didn’t bring a change of clothes.”

“So? Suffer bitch.”

“She is NOT giving you her panties or I’m not going in there.” Roman stepped up to defend his lover.

“In that case give me your boxers. Your choice or she hands her G over.” Piper pointed threateningly.

“Not going to happen Princess.” He scowled. “I’m serious Josie, don’t you even be swayed or I’m going home even if I have to call an Uber.”

“Party pooper!” Josie pouted. “Sorry Piper! I wanted to be sexy, but you know I can’t go in there with my pussy flashing. Not that I don’t want to. I love your minty dress.” She changed the subject.

“Took 3 old farts to choose the dress but I’m glad they picked this one.”

“Don’t ask.” Roger patted Roman on the shoulder. “Let’s just drown our sorrows and let these freaks do their thing. First rounds on me, Coach.” He led Roman away from the girls. The second they were out of sight; Piper sat her purse on the hood of her Ford Edge and knelt down in front of Josie. Primping her G-string patch, she tugged it tighter up to her labia, the G-string remained in place. Rolling the top seam inward twice alluded to Josie’s finely groomed pubes, a short tuft of fuzz peeking out from under the material.

“There! It’s our first Fuzzy Navel!” She copped a feel laughing.

“God, I love you.” Josie giggled. “I’m sorry I broke our rule, but in defense I know you did too that first week on the job.”

“Don’t remind me. I only did that until I knew I could get away with it full-time. These chaps are awesome! I’ll buy some on payday.”

“Every day is payday. I got these for free because I fucked the store owner. Oh! Get this ... I also fucked the lead singer of Whiskey Dick. They’re the band playing here tonight.”

“You got a head start? You slut! So that means he has to fuck me before the nights over.”

“I think he hopes his entire band gets laid.”

“Well, then we make that happen. Mimi and LeAnne can sneak away, and we can start ourselves a HO down.”

“What about Patrice?”

“If she wants in, I’ll share.”

“Woohoo! Let’s wrangle us up some vittles Pardner.” Josie wiggles in step feigning whipping a lasso over her head.

“Hopalong ASSidy!” Piper chuckled nudging her to walk.

“Glad you didn’t call me Hopalong Chastity. That horse strayed from the stables long ago.”

Arm in arm they strutted after their men. The banter just would not end.

Waiting on the girls at the door, Roger shook hands with the bouncer who stood in the front lobby to check IDs for the bar portion. Separated from the restaurant by a wall was the smart thing to do on Brock’s implemented remodeling designs, set in motion a few months back.

The restaurant side on the left and back of the establishment was intimate and elegant. The bar and dance floor on the right of the partition had sound proofing in the wall which kept the music manageable to patrons less into the wild side. Not that Brock had ever had a complaint. His cuisine was getting rave reviews so that side took off like a jet fighter. Smooth sailing and blowing by cloud nine.

“Evening Crom!” Roger identified the bouncer, his name being Dexter Cromwell, a 6’8, 320-pound bruiser who appeared biker but was actually a teddy bear. Yes, his son Dexter Junior was Josie’s sophomore pain in the ass. Outside of bouncing here at River Rats, Cromwell was a graphic artist for both cars and bikes. This was simply his night job, part time when business was slow. Being his own boss and advertising not up to par it was pretty much word of South. Meaning not so good!

“What’s happenin’ Rog?” The giant who stood over the 6’2 Roger grinned. “Dining or dining?” He winked playfully. “Lot of hot chicks out tonight.” He notes Piper and Josie coming up on them giggling and nudges Rog into checking them out. “See what I mean? Daaamn!”

Roger looking back at the girls mouthed, “You don’t know me.” Piper a lip reader guessed he wanted to playthings coy for the big guy. Another wink at Roman for silence the Coach simply scowled. Sharing Josie last night after the game with Marquette’s Coach Goforth, he was slowly becoming used to the way his girlfriend’s needs were being amplified. Not that he was happy. Who knows what she might do these days. Even more in a few days, he had plans to take her to a random hotel, tie her up and blindfold her. The kicker was she wanted him to let some random guy that he could hand pick take her sexually. Why was he torturing himself? She was married and simply giving it up to him. Fish out of water at his age.

“Fifty bucks says the blond isn’t wearing underwear?” Roger raised his voice to Crom. The giant rubbed his chin eyeballing Piper who flirted with her lashes. Uncertain if he should bite, seeing Josie dressed so scantily clad as it was, Crom waved the bet.

“Naaa! I’d lose! Dare you to ask her though.” Nodding Roger appeared confident and went for it.

“Pardon me lovely lady.” Roger winked then took his dare. “My buddy here wonders if you’re wearing panties.”

“Aw, Dude!” Crom grew worried of sexual harassment. “He’s the one putting up money that you’re not. I didn’t take the wager.”

“Good for you. You would have lost.” She hiked her skirt and mooned him. Crom smiled wide as he opened the door to the club. Piper turning to Roger threw herself at him and kissed him. After a two minute make out, she fanned herself and looked at Crom. “I think I can do better than him, don’t you?” In a blur she pulled Crom down by his shirt and laid one on him. Three minutes this time, she breaks away fanning herself. “Look me up at closing time.”

“Will do!”

“Quit drooling, you’re not my type.” She slapped Roger across the face. “Come on Hopalong we have some dancing to do.” Pulling Josie along, she did hop a tad to keep up. Roman had to pinch the bridge of his nose and chuckle.

“You deserved that.”

“Sorry Rog! When you got it, you got it.” Crom fist bumped him and let them on in.

“Oh, I’ll get it. Bet on that.”

“Fifty I get her before you do.”

“Done!”

Poor Cromwell!

Damon Rice and his girl Patrice arrived at River Rats in her black van. Damon driving as Patrice applied eye liner carefully, searched for parking in the busy lot and found a spot eight cars over from Piper.

“I see Piper’s ride, Josie’s too. No sign of Dewey or Kevin though. I dunno if they’re all ridin’ together or not. You sure we belong here Patrice? Country band! If I see a rebel flag, I’m takin’ us on out of here.”

“Just relax Baby. I’m lovin’ your friends so I don’t think Piper would drag us into anything that might ruin our friendship.” She finished as he parked and shut her van off. “Besides I want to dance. Shake my bootay!”

“Now that, I want to see.” He laughed.

“Oh, you’re goin’ out on the floor too. I’m not grindin’ on a perfect stranger.”

“Why not? I guarantee Piper and Josie will be.”

“Even with dates?”

“You don’t know them yet, Price.”

“Still tryin’ to marry me calling me P. Rice? You best find a big ole’ rock.”

“I wasn’t, come on, all I did was take out the AT in your name.”

“Uh huh! Sayin’ I’m only after your money?”

“Good luck with that one.” He laughed. “You ready Booty Queen?”

“Now that, I don’t mind goin’ by. Open my door like a gentleman.”

“On it!” He hopped out and jogged around the back of the van. Opening her door, he gallantly claimed her fingertips and observed her exit, her extremely short black dress showing off her inner thighs. Once out, he kissed her knuckle and slammed the door. “This finger, right?” He sucked on her wedding finger all the way up to where his lips became an official ring. She cooed at his warm wet lips.

“No rock but I know where to find one.” She grabbed his dick through his slacks. “Remind me to put my rock on this big finger later.”

“I do if you do.” He chuckled.

“Just a piece of paper Baby. Let’s go mingle.” He tried.

Turning to walk in they heard a car horn and winced to see a red Mini Cooper pulling into the parking lot with the top down. Rolling up beside the couple, Dewey Knowles shot them a vivid grin. “AWOOOO!” He howled. “Evenin’ good people.”

“There’s the Wolfman.” Damon chuckled, doing a swift hand motion of friendship tapping knuckles. “Lookin’ hot Squeaky.” Next to him was tiny Mimi Alexander in a white dress that showed off her larger-than-life breasts, her skirt high up on her thighs which reminded Damon of snowflakes. A glance closer he saw pussy. Standing up straight the Shop teacher changed his visual toward the back seat to avoid making Patrice slap him for staring. “And there’s Senor Fowler and the beautiful LeAnne.”

“I love the red dress, Lee.” Patrice admired its cleavage. “Even if that skirt is hiding your legs.”

“Not as bold as all of you.” LeAnne fidgeted with her hemline. As soon as Kevin looked away from her, she hiked it up to her gap and frowned at the skinny Spanish teacher. It was obvious she didn’t want to turn him on.

“You’ll get there, Sweetie. If Miss Mimi can, anyone can. I got faith in you Baby...”

“Let me park, we’ll be right in.” Dewey saluted and popped his clutch to move on down the line. In his rearview, Dewey eyed the high skirt on Patrice’s hip hugger dress. In his thoughts he was humming. “Back Dat Ass Up!” He loved a healthy booty shaker.

A few minutes later after putting his ragtop up, the quartet walked toward the club. Meeting at the entrance, Damon held the door for everyone and met up with the bouncer Crom. An ID check on only Mimi and LeAnne the group entered the club. The place was packed, Whiskey Dick wailing away at the song, Life Is a Highway by Rascal Flatts.

Circulating the crowd, they found Coach Roman by himself at a batch of adjoined tables with ten chairs. Damon in the lead, guided everyone like a chain of bodies to meet up. Hard to hear over the music, Damon squeezed Roman’s shoulder letting him know they had all arrived. Roman ever the gentleman stood up and nodded hello to Patrice and even pulled a chair out for her. Accepting it she smiled brightly even as Damon told Roman. “That was my job.” Roman chuckled and sat back down.

Not to be boring right off, Dewey Knowles grabbed Mimi by her hand and drug her out onto the dance floor. Beet red but more than willing, she tried her best to dance to the beats. Neither of them were really dancers but Dewey wanted to show her a good time. This left Kevin with sweaty palms. Looking at LeAnne as if ready to ask her she told him. “I need to use the restroom.” Honestly, he was glad she did. Nerves were getting the best of the Amigo.

“Where’s Rog and Piper?” Damon questioned Roman while rubbing Patrice’s leg.

“Went to meet Roger’s brother Brock. I guess he’s got a new girlfriend.”

“Good for Brock. Never met the guy.” Damon laughed.

A waitress moved in and asked about drinks and Roman offered to buy a round for Damon, Pat and Kevin. The waitress was older and rather fancied Roman but only flirted with her eyes. Name tag introducing her as Judy he did try to be charming. After all he was single, Josie and he merely persistent lovers. With Josie on the dance floor making new friends, he felt just stressed enough not to give a shit anymore. Two Bud lights, a Jack and Coke for Patrice, Kevin a margarita. Of course, he would! Judy winked at Roman and headed back to the bar.

“Now where’s Josie?”

“Out there in the middle of that cluster fuck dance floor. Wait until you see what she’s wearing. Christ almighty!”

“Short dress?”

“No dress.”

“Ohhhhhhh, my!” Patrice found Josie grinding on a cowboy in a plaid shirt and pointed. “Is she for real?”

“Daaaamn!” Damon chuckled. “Tell me Piper’s not wearin’ chaps too.”

“No, she’s in a dress at least. But you know as well as I do it’s coming off before the night’s over.”

“Surely not here in the club.” Pat flared her eyes. “She wouldn’t humiliate Roger’s brother, would she?”

“You don’t know her like we do Pat.” Roman frowned.

“After last night at the game, I can believe anything. She might be my new best friend.” She laughed, guiding Damon’s hand further up her thigh. He was far too low for her hormones. He grinned and slid his fingers right up into as he called it the GETHO a play on ghetto. Damon could get away with that. “Dial back Baby.” Twist of the wrist. So much better! She put a ring on it.

Up at the bar, Roger cornered Brock’s bartender possibly new girlfriend Willow, a dead ringer for a young Janet Jackson only taller. “Someone is smiling large.” Roger chuckled as Willow stepped from behind the bar to offer him a hug. He lifted her up off of her feet and held her up over his head, her perky chest right in his face.

“Careful now!” She laughed. “I might dump Brock for you next.”

“Not if I have any say in that.” Piper razzed the girl and offered an up high handshake. “I’m Piper.”

“Nice to finally meet you, Piper. Willow! I’m sure you’ve figured that out.”

“Brock wasn’t lying. You’re drop dead gorgeous.”

“Funny! He said the same thing about you. Let me down before you motorboat me.” She patted Roger on the head. Chuckling, Roger brought her down, but her bulging breasts rolled right across his face. Her laced up shirt from top to bottom left plenty visible, breasts swelling at the center. Nose rolling right between her divide she felt his breath storm her flesh, a hint of lips too. Squealing at his mischief, she pointed at him with a threatening finger. “I’m off a 3:00.”

“Going home with Brock?”

“Not sure yet. There’s still ... my current boyfriend.” The football player for the Tennessee Titans. “I need to think about what’s best for me, y’know? I mean Brock blew me away today but, is he like serious or just toying with me?”

“May I?” Piper asked Roger his permission to pull Willow aside. “I know you don’t know me, technically Brock barely knows me, but the time we did spend today all he did was talk about you.”

“Did he really?”

“Just trust me. Give him a chance to shine and you two will be great together. I can tell you’re a sweetheart.”

“I try. Momma raised me well.”

“Listen, voice of experience? I know professional football players; I was married to one. They can be sweet one minute but let’s just say, not always.”

“Whoa! I just recognized you.” Willow dropped her jaw. “Davon Liberty?”

“Do I really look like him?” She giggled.

“You know what I mean. I recall your face now. I used to be an Atlanta girl too, up until two years ago. I know my Falcons.”

“Don’t judge me on his reputation, please.”

“Oh, I don’t! You had a tough time, I’m sure. I watched his trial on the Net. You were miserable.”

“Much better now that my life has begun again.”

“So, are you and Roger serious?”

“I wouldn’t say serious. After all I’ve been through, I’d really like to stay single. Let’s just say Roger has a special place in my bed.”

“Ah! Yeah, after what you’ve been through, I can understand that. I guess I’m just hesitant. I mean, I like Brock, always have but he was never, I don’t know, upfront like he has been today. I really like the new him.”

“Then encourage him to step it up. That’s what I’ve told Roger. There is nothing I’d tell him no too.”

“Oh, yeah?” Hands in her back pockets she smiled. “Brock had me take nudes earlier and send them to him. That was so unpredictably hot.”

“Well, between you and I? Roger had me naked in front of Brock out on the river.” She didn’t indulge further of having sex with Brock. “I think seeing how Roger treated me got him thinking about you.”

“May I ask, how Roger treated you?”

“Very dominating. I love being taken.”

“God! So, do I. You can tell Brock he needs to do that to me.”

“Already have.” Piper winked. “Do me a favor?”

“Sure!”

“Tequila shots nonstop to that table of ten over there. Start me a tab. Pour yourself a few too.”

“I can’t drink on the job.”

“You can if I say you can. Falcon money!” She teased. “Highflyer!” A swift rub to Willow’s bare arm, Piper turned and walked over to Roger, he now nurturing a beer he had gotten from another bartender. Music ramping up to Luke Bryan’s Country Girl, Piper started rubbing up on Roger in front of everyone waiting in line.

The lyrics. “Shake it for me girl! Shake it for me!” Sent Piper into theatrics, eyes closed and snapping her fingers over her head and grinding on his crotch. Roger played it cool and just stood there swigging his beer. Every guy in the bar was watching Piper, her skirt whipping high so that eyes could see her frisky kitty. Willow dropped her jaw and nodded at how bold the blonde was. Kismet!

Hand on her hip, Roger hiked up Piper’s skirt even higher, taking it all the way up to her waist while tightening his grip so that her entire bottom was exposed. She wanted to be shown off. Wish fulfilled! Right along with his own fantasy of being the luckiest man alive. He just hoped nobody was offended and would complain to his brother. Not a chance Dundee! Piper was too fucking hot to complain over. Even the ladies in the club loved it. Live it up! She was going to.