Episode 15: Wrangler Gene's

“Let it go Puma.”

Stacy Puma just couldn’t stop thinking about the stupidity of her brother Griffin. Less than six hours ago he had engaged in sex with two other women. Cheating on his fiancée Bree was leaving a horribly bad taste in Stacy’s mouth. Bree didn’t deserve this. Even though Stacy constantly put the girl down there was still something respectable about her. Even she knew that Bree was the best thing to ever happen to her dumbass brother. Worst of all it was with that manipulative skank Pepper Little Beaver. Even when she and Griffin dated back in the day, she was nothing but trouble. It was all Stacy could do not to buy a bus ticket North and beat that Cheyenne slut’s ass. Her time was coming. Apache justice would win in the end.

To top things off Stacy was on her way to meet Griffin’s other less troublesome affair. At least this girl Amber appeared to have a conscience over giving into the police officer. She had no solid idea that Griffin was engaged, presuming Pepper and he were an item. Although the girl still went behind Pepper’s back if she had happened to be Griffin’s real girlfriend. No matter how you looked at it, even Amber should have her own teeth knocked out. So why was Stacy feeling sociable toward this girl she didn’t even know? This whole scenario was all so fucked up.

Debarking a bus at the corner, one block shy of the pancake house Amber worked at, Stacy strolled casually, hands in her pockets. For once the ApacheSlut moniker was being set aside and she dressed somewhat appropriately even if she wore nothing underneath. White jeans that were thin enough to show her natural tan through them and a pale grey hoodie shielded her features, albeit zipped down enough to show off her burial mounds, buried beneath the hoodie that is. Her hair was lazy and full, rather curly to offer a stunning neckline. Today Stacy Puma just needed to be Stacy. Not Racy Stacy. Not Lacy Stacy. Just sweet quiet Stacy. We all know that would never last long. The hoodies zipper proved that.

Reaching the pancake house the Puma entered and was shown to a booth by an older hostess. Setting down she flipped through a menu and for now ordered a coke. Not terribly hungry she decided upon a blueberry muffin just to feed the growl of the big, beautiful kitty inside. Her namesake thrived to make herself known.

A fast return, her waitress offered up the delightful pastry and left Stacy to her thin smile. The Apache didn’t even have it in her to be her usual snide self. Buttering her muffin, she discovered a thin blond beauty watching her. Presumption led Stacy to wave toward the seat in front of her on the other side of her booth. Sure enough, the blond crept toward Stacy and pouted over her recognition.

“Am I that easy to choose out of a crowd?”

“I smelled skank. Have a seat.”

“Don’t make me cry. I feel awful about what happened.”

“That makes two of us. I’ll get over it. You just need to know my brother’s fiancée. She’s a pain in my butthole but...”

“You love her?”

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“You do. I can tell.”

“Don’t make me scratch those tears in your eyes out. So, you saw me fucking. The paws bear claws bitch. Well, cat claws, not bear paws. Anyway!”

“God yes. You were incredible. I’m such a fan. You had that entire hotel rooting for you. When that cop showed up, I recognized him from the video. Once he said you were his sister, I just had to meet you in person.”

“You weren’t part of my rooftop conquest. Where were you hiding?”

“I was in a room on ground level. I saw you jump on the roof of that SUV and fuck that guy. He was really cute.”

“Xander.”

“That’s his name? Did you know him already?”

“Yeah.”

“Is he your man?”

“Naaaa!” Stacy fidgeted a bit using her muffin to mask her true thoughts on the matter.

“You really like him, don’t you?”

“Stop being nosey before I mush my muffin in your pretty face.”

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

“Don’t push it, Pansy. I’m only here to try and get my head on straight. I wanted to see for myself what my idiot brother was tapping. His loss, if he and Bree split up.”

“Sorry.” Amber attempts change. “Bronco’s fan?”

Realizing her acknowledgment toward her hoodie Stacy recalled something. “Shit! I totally forgot Bree was getting tickets to a Denver Bronco game as a surprise for Griffin. So much for that.”

“He hasn’t told her yet, has he? Maybe he won’t and things might blow over.”

“You don’t know Pepper Little Beaver. That bitch is Manitou.”

“Mani ... what?”

“Evil spirit. Indian legend.”

“Oh! I thought you meant she was actually a man. You never know these days. Transgender stuff is hiding everywhere.”

“Not going there, Pansy.”

“Why do you call me Pansy?”

“Because deep down I want to rip your petals out.”

“Yikes! Please don’t.”

“Relax, I left my tomahawk at home. Although blond extensions might look really cute on me.”

“I like my hair.”

“Even when my brother pulled it?”

“He didn’t pull on it. He just lifted me against the restroom wall and took me.”

“Writing on the wall. Love it!” Puma shrugged with a scowl.

“Can we start over? I don’t want to be your enemy. I did apologize.”

“Peace offering.” Stacy slid half of her muffin across the table. “Eat up and let’s get out of here.”

“Where are we going?”

“Clothes shopping. I need new outfits for my shows. That and a few normal things.”

“Your online sex shows?”

“Sisterhood of the Traveling Panties. I’m making a sequel.”

Amber snorted she herself hiding her expression. Lifting the muffin up she took a bite to show Stacy respect. Once both halves were devoured Stacy slapped the table. “Pay the tab with your tips. That’s the least you owe me. Let’s strut, Slut.”

Hopping up Stacy left Amber digging in her purse to pay the check and leave her fellow waitress Gina a tip. Catching up with Stacy outside she realized that Stacy had no clue where she was going. Looking in all directions with a troubled expression it was obvious.

“I know a few cute places for seductive outfits.”

“Yeah? Couldn’t tell by what you’re wearing.” Stacy eyes Amber’s denim pocket style skirt and cropped white t-shirt.

“I have a flannel in my car. I just got warm. Cowgirl at heart.”

“I’ve met a few of those recently. Ate one in the library.”

“Really? Wow! That sounds exciting.”

“Don’t get all wet on me. I’m not touching anything on your person after my brother had it.” Stacy sneered again eying the girl with interest. “Well, maybe! It’s early.”

“You’re so bold and to the point. I love it.”

“Lead the way, Pansy Mae.”

“My car is over here.” She pointed at a white Toyota Rav4 with a license plate that said FAV4.

Stacy follows her and checks it out as they arrive. “Do yourself a FAVor. Get a better vanity plate.”

“You figured out its meaning. Most people assume it’s my FAVorite 4 a number of reasons.” She giggled then realized the Puma didn’t care.

“Just plain sad. I should have crushed your roof instead of Xander’s that night at the hotel.”

“I bought it after that night. Well, my dad bought it. Graduation gift, only a year late. He was out of work at the time. Better late than never.”

“Says the Apache doing a war dance on its roof later.”

“I hope not.”

“If I do you’re joining me.”

“Please don’t. I like my car. I’ve never owned one before and my dad doesn’t make a lot of money. My mom died and he went through some deep depression.”

“Like the deep depressions I’ll leave in the roof. Drive bitch.”

Unlocking the doors, both beauties climbed inside and buckled up. As Amber started the engine, she glanced at her passenger side to look at Stacy. “We should do a show together sometime.”

Stacy cocked a sneering eyebrow at the blond. “You don’t have it in you, Pansy.”

“I fucked your brother in the bathroom of my job. Not rubbing it in, just saying.”

“If it had been on his table I might have faith in you.”

“I’m open to the idea. Well, not with your brother again.”

Stacy studied her reaction for sincerity then rolled her eyes. “Drive me home.”

“We’re not going shopping?”

“Grabbing my laptop and webcam. Let’s do it! I need to humiliate you, Pansy.”

“Humiliate me?” Amber flared her eyes and accepted her fate, “Okay! I deserve that.””

“Do me a FAV4 ... DRIVE.” Stacy pointed the way. Amber set the car in motion backing out and following the arrow that was her sharp fingernail. For some reason she couldn’t stop smiling. Even when Stacy flipped her off time after time. At every single stop light, every stop sign. Every bus in the way. It was pretty humorous. Ten times total before reaching their destination.

Arriving at Griffin’s home Stacy clenched her teeth at Bree outside mowing the yard. Bad timing but not enough to make Amber drive on.

“Is that your brother’s fiancée? She’s pretty.”

“Stay here. Don’t go apologizing to her or I’ll dance on you instead of this rigs roof. I don’t want your emotions tipping her off. If she introduces herself say you’re Uber or something.” Stacy leaped out of the SUV and crossed in front of Bree. Flipping her both birds Bree merely shook her head and kept on grooming their yard. Amber forced herself to look the other way feeling miserable. Luckily, it only took Stacy less than ten minutes to return. This time she had changed clothes. Her outfit was now a black off the shoulder bustier laced up loosely. It barely hung in there as her titties bounced with each step she took. A black leather micro mini skirt left little to the imagination.

“Nice outfit.” Amber bulged her eyes, her smile thin and impressed.

As Stacy again flipped her ride off, she said, “You’re getting an outfit like this. My treat! You paid for breakfast. I got lunch.” As the girls sat idle in Amber’s car a bit too long they jumped at a rap on the window dividing their attention. “Shit!” Stacy barely mumbled rolling her window down to greet her nuisance. “What do you want, Carrot Top?” She hadn’t noticed the mower had stopped.

“Who’s your friend?”

“This cunt? So not my friend. Why are you being nosey?”

“I’m bored and tired of mowing. I feel like getting out of the house. Room in there for me?”

As Amber turns pale, Stacy chuckled! “Sure! Go change your sweaty ass. We’ll be right here waiting.”

“You’re going to leave when I turn my back, aren’t you?” Bree frowned. “I know you too well.”

“Naaaa! Hurry it up! Put some fucking deodorant on.” A wave of her hand over her nose made Bree flip her off just as Stacy had done her earlier. Turning away the frizzy ginger walked toward the house. Stopping at the door she looked back expecting the car to squeal away. Still there! Bree hurried inside and changed. Returning in a hurry wearing a black crop top and white shorts she hopped in the back.

“Hi, I’m Bree.” She reached forward and offered a handshake. It was then that Amber noticed the diamond engagement ring on her finger.

“Hi Bree. I’m Amber. Love the bling.”

“Thanks. How do you know Stacy?”

“She’s my FAV4rite pussy licker. If you’re nice I’ll lend her out to you later.”

“She’s just putting on an act Amber.”

“Am I?” Stacy glared at Amber who turned her air conditioning up to avoid the extra sweat. “DRIVE, CITY LICKER.” Amber swallowed and once again accepted her future. Putting the car in drive she drove away from the curb. After talking about where to go they decided upon the most unorthodox place Stacy could ever consider.

“Wrangler Gene’s? Seriously?” Bree sat forward her elbows between both front bucket seats.

“We’re stopping at Goodwill and going hunting first. Then we can hit up Wrangler Bob’s.”

“Gene’s!” Bree emphasized Stacy’s intentional mistake.

“Bob’s genes whatever. Hicksville, U.S.A.! Damn Bitch, you forget those armpits?”

“Stop it this instant. I used my roll on before I left. If I had, had more time I’d have showered. I wasn’t mowing more than ten minutes before you two drove up so I know I don’t reek.”

“She’s so gullible.” Stacy scowled at Amber.

“Why are we going to Wrangler Gene’s?” Bree continues. “You’re not the cowgirl type. Well, unless you count the sexual position.”

“To buy you a saddle.”

“I don’t own a horse.”

“Like I said gullible.”

“Run while you can, Amber. She’s nothing but trouble.” Bree frowned delicately brushing her hand over the girl’s shoulder.

“I’M TROUBLE?” Stacy chuckled using her thumb to point at Amber. Amber knew where the Apache’s thoughts were going. It made her want to laugh and cry at the same time. She was being punished for her past misdeed in every evil way possible. Maybe she deserved it. A glutton for punishment with the desire to enjoy life. That reasoning alone was why she seduced Griffin Puma. To her regret!

“You had your chance. Let’s go shopping. I need a cute pair of boots.” Bree opened her door and stepped out. Amber and Stacy joined her in their own playful way of deadly eye contact. Stacy went so far as to stick her tongue out at the blond. All Amber could muster was a deep breath. This was going to go very badly. The question was ... for whom?

After a less than eventful stop at a cheap clothing outlet for those financially unfortunate, minor shirts and shorts added to Stacy’s attire. Amber finding nothing, made the drive to the country western store on the outskirts of Denver. A seedy looking place that from the exterior looked like an old rundown warehouse with a cantina style front porch. Outside were of all things a fake horse with it’s reins tied to a hitching post, complete with a saddle used as a prop.

“We’re seriously going into this dump?” Bree cringed leaning over Stacy’s shoulder.

“She has expensive tastes.” Stacy rolled her eyes. “Places like this always have hidden treasures.”

Bree felt like being annoying. “Maybe this is where they’re hiding the treasure of the Sierra Madre.”

“Or your corpse if you don’t shut the hell up.”

“Let’s at least go in and take a look. I’ve heard the owner is a really old blind cowboy.” Amber softly revealed a rumor.

“Wrangler Gene himself?” Stacy chuckled! “Maybe that’s why his horse got all petrified out here. He forgot where he put him.”

“Wait! THEE Wrangler Gene?” Bree recalled a childhood memory. “My grandfather used to pal around with a Wrangler Gene when they were teenagers. B-movie star in the 50’s, alongside John Wayne.”

“No shit? Maybe Gene is stuffed like those Indian cigar carvings. Here Cowpoke have a smoke. Send up a mixed signal.”

“You and your silly Native American references. Let’s go inside, I want to know if he remembers my grandfather.”

“If he remembers the Alamo he’ll remember ... wait, who are we talking about? The guy has to be a hundred years old.” Stacy loved chiding her future sister-in-law. Well, future uncertain sister-in-law. With Stacy’s brother Griffin being the player he is, that might not happen. Of course, Bree was not such an angel a few weeks back when Xander...

“Shit! Stop thinking about Xander Coyne. Fuck that bastard, leaving me all alone.” Stacy gnashed her teeth grumbling. “Who needs him anyway? Not this fuckin’ hot ass Apache. His loss.” With a snarl the Puma left the car.

“Is she okay?” Amber expressed a hint of worry.

“Never okay, just tolerable. Her so not man is going away on a Archeological dig somewhere in the mountains for a month. She won’t admit it but she has feelings for the guy.”

“Wow! The Puma has feelings?”