Episode 16: DUDE RAuNCH

Denver, Colorado! A local Country Western shop called Wrangler Gene’s! Rundown by Sundown! A son was trying his best to save the family business. Hiring the Puma just made sense in a perverted kind of way.

“What are you grinning about Blondie?” Stacy Puma eyed her brother’s cheating partner the waitress Amber West.

“I know you want to take their deal. Turtle here says you can perform a show here in return for making a commercial to benefit the store.”

“True that.” Gene Jr. Jr. added, “Anything you need, I’ll find it.”

“Actors. Find me the buffest cowboys in Denver that aren’t shy or gay.”

“So, we have a deal?”

“Reap the rewards I say. I get my pick of clothes too. Free of charge.”

“Done.”

“I’M THE ONE PAYING FOR THOSE CLOTHES.” The blind Gene Sr. bellowed! “UNLESS YOU FORGOT THAT JUNIOR, JUNIOR.”

“Quiet down, Gramps. I got this.” Gene tilted his cowboy hat! “I’ll make calls. I have friends.” Gene then stepped away and put his cellphone to use.

“You do that. I’m setting up my laptop to let my peeps know a show is coming. Boned Ranger? You ride on out to Blondie’s car and get my peter ‘puter.”

“I am not your slave.” Future sister-in-law Bree sneered!

“I’m getting you free boots, Tenderfoot.”

“Be right back.” Bree took the hint. Free was good!

“You might want to unlock your ride, or the bitch will come crying.”

“I’m not dressed...” Amber shivered at Stacy’s scowl. “I guess I should get used to it.”

“Damn straight, Protégé. Matter of fact go all the way out to your car and unlock it with the key, not the remote.”

“On it.” Wiggling away Stacy watched the girl’s pale ass cheeks dancing. So did Joel the producer and camera man. So did Gene Jr. So did Elder Gene ... no he was swatting at flies.

“Alright! Now that they’re gone let’s talk turkey. I do whatever I fucking want nobody stops me with CUT or TRY THAT AGAIN. No SCENE TWO shit, Turtlewax.”

“Turtlebaum.”

“I bet you have troubles getting off your back, don’t you?”

“What?” Joel chuckled! “Ride me and let’s find out.”

“Skinny fucker like you? SHELL NO!”

“God, I love your spirit.”

“Generations of family in me flipping you off all at once, Walking Small.”

“You shop, I’ll go get my cameras from the van.” He left excitedly, almost dancing in step.

Ignoring Joel, Stacy had a moment alone to think. Not long ago another man volunteered his camera skills too. She hadn’t even gotten in touch with him. Was she ready to go big time? Her private cam shows had so much to offer her viewers. Her risk taking was an allure to them. Going big time seemed so scripted. Of course, she could still do both. Yeah, both seemed doable. Best of both worlds, right?

“Dammit, Xander!”

Where did that come from?

Across town!

Xander Coyne was packing his gear for the archaeological dig site adventure. Deciding on clothing, knowing it would be hot during the day and cool at night in the mountains, he didn’t hear an unexpected arrival.

“Proud of ya, Brother.” Behind him leaning on the door threshold stood a hulking bearded man with a jolly belly.

“Oh, hey Fergus. For such a big fella you’re sneaky.”

“Naaa! Creaky flooring every step, you’re just lost in Jurassic Park.”

“I guess I am zoning out.”

“Thinking of your Indian gal?”

“A little. Waiting on my Instructor to skype with me. Final details on where to meet the bus and the scheduling.”

“Pack mules on their own schedule you mean. You’re going to need donkeys to get out there where you’re going. I’d be bored, off or on my ass.”

“You have such a way with words.” Xander chuckled!

“I ever tell you I had a run in with an Indian girl at a convenient store on my way home one night. Lil’ redhead too. Both streaking. Fine as hell too.”

“No, you didn’t.” Xander paused then dug out his cell from his pants pocket. Looking up a photo of Stacy he showed it at arm’s length. “I bet you a hundred bucks that’s her.”

Fergus moved into the room with narrowed eyes for a closer look. Removing eyeglasses from his shirt collar he put them on in order to see properly. “Well, I’ll be. That is her. So, without knowing it I met your girlyfriend.”

“I wouldn’t call her my girlfriend. I mean, I don’t know what to call her. Slut is the only word that comes to mind.” As he fidgeted over his attachment his laptop pinged on his desk. “That’s probably my instructor. Hang on, Ferg.” Sitting down in his desk chair Xander accepted the skype call only to be caught off guard by a full moon. Fergus took interest immediately.

“Ummm!” Xander awkwardly laughs, “Hey, Maria.”

“Are you ready to keep this company on those cold nights out in the wilderness?” She said as her bare ass was the only thing up on the monitor until she repositioned to show the rest of her naked body. Prying her cheeks wide for a breathtaking view of her butt pucker and a hairy clam that glistened she seemed unconcerned that Xander had male company. Perhaps she simply didn’t notice.

“Absolutely! Uh, Maria? My brother Fergus is here with me.”

In a blur Maria Sonoma rolled out of the camera and returned wearing a snug t-shirt over her rather voluptuous breasts, nipples stabbing the material. “I was not expecting another set of eyes. I hope I didn’t offend your brother.”

Fergus leaned over Xander’s shoulder winking. “I wouldn’t say offended. Howdy, Teach. I’m Fergus.”

“Hello, Fergus. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Don’t be modest on my account.”

“Alright!” She smirked playfully then removed her shirt to let them both see her massive, yet perfect tits, nipples dark and smaller than expected.

“Now I’m hungry for tacos.” Fergus sighed!

Xander pelted his brother with a knuckle, “Don’t be disrespectful.”

“None taken Fergus. I hope you like what you see. I know your brother does.”

“Sporting wood, Chica. Hell, I might join you out there at Dino Forge.”

Maria smiled then lifted her left breast up to roll her tongue around her areola. “If I had room, I would allow that. Very small tents I’m afraid.”

“We can make Xander here sleep outside.”

“I’ll keep that under consideration.”

“Privacy, Brother?” Xander nodded at Fergus. It took a minute for Fergus to acknowledge Xander, Maria was loving her nipple show. It was blatantly obvious she liked being an exhibitionist. Finally, with a disappointed salute Fergus left Maria with a wink. Maria shyly waved goodbye. As Xander’s bedroom door closed the younger brother couldn’t help but chuckle. “I just know I’m going to walk out there and catch him beating off.”

“Glad I could help. I miss you, Xander.”

“Only two days until we head out. I have a few things I need to do before I go. Are you positive our affair won’t get you into trouble with the school?”

“No! Actually, it just got easier. Cordell just found out he had a blood clot in his left lung. Doctors advised him not to do anything stressful for at least three weeks, so he’s bowed out. I am now in full charge of the dig. My students can dig their way, you can dig my way.” She playfully kissed her monitor.

“Nice! Sorry for Professor Proctor though. Poor guy.”

“I must seem selfish.”

“You have needs. I’m going to keep that pussy busy.”

“And my butthole, I adore anal. As long as we still do our jobs, I’m all yours Xander Coyne.”

“I can’t wait.” He accidently touched his cell and the photo he showed Fergus of Stacy lit up. His eyes darted between the two beauties. Exhaling loudly, he turned his cell over and stood up to drop his sweats. “Workout time.” Dick in hand right before Maria, she cooed and laid back on her bed to masturbate. As Xander jerks off he tilted his gaze toward the ceiling.

“Dammit, Stacy!”

Where did that come from?

Funny thing was it was a joint effort. Stacy Puma had just said the very same thing using his name. The timing would never be factual, but it happened. Their bond was stronger than either of them cared to admit.

However, Maria was here and now.

Back at Wrangler Gene’s!

Returning from her car Amber West shivered at the fact that she had just stepped outside in crotch less chaps. Beside her Bree had the giggles feeling Amber’s thrill just the same. Being a Police Dispatcher Bree worried about her own reputation, but had to admit it was fun to get away with certain freedoms that really weren’t legal. Of course, the girl was still covered so technically no laws were broken on her behavior, yet.

“I thought I was going to pee and leave a trail all the way back inside.” Amber flared her eyes. “That was awesome!”

“I warned you that Stacy would get you into trouble.”

“I didn’t get in trouble though.”

“The day is young. So are you.”

“I guess.” Again, that gnawing desire to apologize for fucking Bree’s man ate at the blonde’s soul. Bree might be correct. The day was young. Her guilt might still rally toward a confession. For now, Amber bit her tongue.

“Crap! Stacy’s totally nude already.” Bree clenched her teeth. “Why do I let myself get involved in her mess.”

“Nobody’s in the store now.” Amber shrugged! “Does it matter?”

“Just my nerves. Working for the DPD does that to a girl.”

“That’s DP’D.” Stacy overheard them as they closed in on her. “She likes doubling up on stakeouts.”

“Denver Police Department. DPD Dispatch, not an actual cop.” Bree scowled at her.

“Give me my laptop, Bitch.”

“Here! I DISPATCHED IT.” Bree chuckled as Stacy snatched it away and took it up to the front counter for a level surface. Moving behind the counter Stacy without asking just sat down in Elder Gene’s lap, the blind man embracing her with a sly grin.

“STACYYYYYY!” Bree panicked at her intrusion over Gene Sr. “I’m sorry, Gene. She doesn’t think before she acts.”

“Obviously, he’s thinking.” Stacy rolled her eyes, “I hear a bugle charge coming out of his pants.”

Gene Jr. Jr. coming downstairs behind them laughed over her sitting on his grampa’s lap, his expression pure lust. The fact Stacy was totally nude made even Junior pat his crotch to settle down the incoming cavalry.

“Just as sexy as online, ApacheSlut.” Gene eyed her breasts. Stacy merely flipped him off as she created her chatroom and appropriated a fanbase. “I made those calls, and I have three friends dropping over to help make the commercial. They all workout at Bold’s Gym.”

“Gold’s with less equipment.” Bree snickered!

“As if you’ve been to a gym, Olive Oil.” Stacy shook her head without so much as a glance. Moving in behind the girls, Joel Turtlebaum carried in a tripod and a large case containing camera equipment. Observing Amber’s bare bottom, he nearly tripped. The blond had that perfect heart shaped ass that needed an arrow through it. A dull blunt flesh colored arrow Joel chuckled under his breath. He suddenly had the hots for Amber more than Stacy. Stacy, he knew, was beyond taming. She was pure wilderness tail.

“Amber, right?” Joel caught her attention. “Mind helping me set up the tripod, while I unpack the camera?”

“Sure!” She plucked the camera stand from him and easily set it up, almost as if she had done it a hundred times.

“Impressive.” He watched her extend the poles and set them up. “I mean how quickly you set that up, not your, I mean that’s impressive too ... I’ll shut up now.”

Joel was meek and not exactly handsome, but he wasn’t fugly either. She merely blushed and replied with knowledge. “My dad runs a photography studio. I’ve modelled for him. I bet I could even run your camera.”

“Esmerelda? Nobody touches my girl.” He winked as he unpacked a newer looking camera.

“You name your camera?”

“Don’t you have names for things?”

“Well, yeah, I do actually. My dildo is named Team Jacob.”

“Twilight fan? Ouch! I guess you prefer those Indian studs.” Hearing his comment her eyes bulged just as Bree leered over her shoulder inquisitively.

“I know I do. I have an Apache stud at home. Stacy’s brother!” She patted Amber on the butt. “You should meet Griffin in person after you drop us back home.”

“If I have time.” Amber froze with a panicked expression.

“Show’s starting, Bitches.” Stacy called out wiggling her ass over elder Gene’s lap. He had been getting a tad handsy with her hips during her stay. Gene Jr. Jr. tried not to laugh, knowing his gramps would have his face plastered online shortly. Perfect promotional for the store he thought in a naïve younger mentality. Gene Jr. Jr. might even tack up posters of Stacy wearing western gear in erotic poses if she was into that. The range was wide open.

“The guys aren’t here yet.” Gene Jr. Jr. looked puzzled.

“Bree! Get your skinny ass over here.”

Wincing at Stacy’s outburst Bree shuffled around the counter and stood beside Stacy who explained her chatroom money maker system. All while Gene Sr. overheard the game plan. Just happy to have a young lady in his lap gave him a cheesy grin. Now with Bree bent forward leaning on the counter beside Stacy the old man made a secondary move. Feeling about blindly his right hand slipped under Bree’s shorts and began rubbing her butt.