Episode 5: Bourbon Cowboy

Traipsing down her staircase dressed to kill, Stacy Puma rounded her garage home. She wore overly tight white jeans and a brilliant turquoise colored off the shoulder top that had an America Indian style pattern of various ornate colors embroidered into it. Each tiny triangle or bead was a different color. Made of silk it clung to her chest like it was glued on. Her nipples violently aroused by the movements against the material as she jiggled. That would be a constant. She adored her carefully selected wardrobe.

Around her neck she wore her rawhide choker with its turquoise cameo. A gift from her brother’s girlfriend, Bree Barrett. She was out to impress. On top of her head, she wore a cowboy hat of black bulls hide with a ring of serpentine leather. She couldn’t be any sexier.

Stepping toward the street she spots her future sister-in-law Bree rolling their garbage can to the curb. Bree herself wore a tight white wifebeater and blue jean shorts. Her own nipples stabbing at her senses. She felt sexy in her own way. Her curly red hair blowing in the breeze. Turning to see Stacy she whistled playfully, “Someone’s looking to get laid.”

Stacy walked toward her trying to keep her composure. She felt guilty over what she and her brother Griffin had done yesterday. It gave her a stabbing pit in her stomach to know incest was now dangling over her head like a pendulum. Wrong not just on a blood aspect but because now she was aware that Griffin was capable of cheating on Bree. Bree might be a pain in her ass, but Stacy did have a conscience. Not much of one mind you but still. So not telling her. Nope!

“Just going out for a couple beers with a guy I met. Just friends. Not really my type but he’s cool.”

For once she left her laptop at home. Her friend Xander told her that he would bring his own setup. It was nice not having to lug her pack around. She smirked at her own thoughts, “Maybe I should let guys be my pack mules from here on out. I do all the other work. Pamper the Puma motherfuckers. It’s my holes getting vioLAYted. AnnihiLAYted!”

Bree casually met Stacy on the gravel driveway and looked at her with admiration. Even she considered Stacy a future model. Then she was reminded of the girl’s attitude problems. No modelling agency in their right mind would put up with her.

“I hope we didn’t keep you up too late last night.” Bree blushed.

“Oh, I heard you kids. Believe you me.” Stacy grimaced. Stacy’s perverted ego just knew it was she that got Griffin worked up enough to take the remainder of his frustrations out on Bree. Wrong or not, Stacy knew her shit did not stink.

“Sorry. Your brother took me off guard. I think that was the best sex we’ve ever had. I don’t know what got him so worked up.”

Stacy hated herself but she had to be her usual bitch persona, “Whatever it was I’m sure it was inspirational.”

Bree flares her eyebrows smiling, “I don’t care what it was I just hope he keeps it up. You might end up being an aunt at this rate.” Hearing that made Stacy shiver. She knew she herself needed to get on birth control. Planned Parenthood here she comes. No insurance that was her only really source. Fuck Obamacare, or whatever they called it nowadays. Bidencare?

“You two actually want kids?” Stacy groans. She herself couldn’t deal with children.

“Someday. Not this soon in our relationship though.” Bree smiled from ear to ear recalling her amazing night with Griffin. Stacy fidgeted knowing just how she felt. Wrong! SO WRONG!

“Keep it down tonight. I’ll be drunk and might throw beer bottles at the house.” Stacy sheepishly smirks. “Here’s to you BITCHES!!!” Bree found it amusing. Stacy was serious though. Before any further discussion could make matters worse Stacy spots Xander’s SUV, an olive-green Pathfinder coming up the street.

“Here’s my stagecoach. Time to ride. Hear ya later “B”.

“Have a good time.” Bree watches intently, “Oh, he’s cute.”

“Quit trying to steal my thunder.” Stacy flips her off. Not like Stacy didn’t steal Bree’s! Stupid cunt! Opening his passenger front door Stacy climbs in beside Xander. He was dressed up too. Wearing blue jeans, black cowboy shirt, and boots. A shiny belt buckle completed his stud outfit.

“Looking sharp, Shooter.” Stacy admires.

“You too Pokiehontas.”

“Racist much?” She frowns with squinted eyes.

“No more than you are.” He drives on. Steering around a corner he leers over, “Where we headed?”

“Somewhere where you will look out of place.”

“Bowling Alley?” He chuckles.

“Nope. The Rez Paleface.”

His eyes bulge, “Seriously? Are you trying to get me scalped?”

“You can borrow my hat to cover up the bald spot.”

He shakes his head, “I’m gonna die.”

“I’ll protect you Pussy.”

“Pussy? Look who’s talking Puma. I never told you but I think your last name is hot as hell.”

“What’s your last name? Chickenfoot?”

“You’re a riot. It’s Coyne.”

“Coyne? As in flip a Coin?” She raises her middle fingers and flips him off double barreled.

Amused he nods with a hint of smugness and accepts her humor, “It’s Irish.”

“You drink Irish whiskey?”

“Bourbon. Weaned on it as a baby. Trust me, I can hold my own.”

“Good! Then I won’t have to hold it for you.” She makes a jerking off hand gesture, “Bet I can drink you under the table.” She smirks and teases his ear canal with her index finger. He swerves in the street at her mischievous taunting.

“Keep it up we may never make it out of the city. Where is the Rez anyway?”

“I got gas money.” She winks. He pauses to examine her state of mind. She appeared confident that he was under her spell. He was. Damn her!

“Where is this place?”

“It’s not really a Rez. I call it a Rez because I grew up there. A tiny population of Apache moved up here like fifty years ago from the Jicarilla tribe down south near the border. Little town called Iron Wolf. Population 600 maybe. Mostly elders and punk kids. I used to be one of those.” She giggles, “Not much there beside a couple bars, a grocery, a gas station, and a health clinic in a mobile home.”

“Wow! Never heard of it. How far out?”

“Hit the interstate South. It’s about 70 miles. Middle of nowhere. Scorpion, Rattlers, and awesome drugs.”

“Drugs? You do drugs?”

“Not often. I do smoke some weed and drop acid now and then. I like to party, but I keep it social. When I’m alone, I don’t do much. My parents were Alcoholics. I never want to go there. I drink I just cut myself off after a one-night binge. My brother is the same way. He moved me in with him to get me out of Iron Wolf.”

“Sounds like you love your Bro.”

She pauses and hides her eyes looking out the window, “We understand each other.”

“I have two brothers myself. Fergus and Donnie. Older than me.”

“You don’t sound Irish.”

He glares at her with amusement, “What? So, I should be wearing green and looking for four leaf clovers?”

“You drive a green SUV. That says it all.”

“You caught me. You’re welcome to frisk me for the pot of gold.”

“Well, I know one thing for certain.” She reaches over and squeezes the contour of his rather large cock through his jeans, “It’s not hiding here.”

“Sez you! That there’s a gold bar.” Laughter together made the long ride tolerable. Locating the tiny burg of Iron Wolf toward dusk Xander is led to a good-sized bar. Rundown but a large number of pickup trucks and older model cars were parked in the gravel lot. If the population was 600 then a hundred of them were here.

“Wolf Calls?” He reads the neon sign, “Sounds like a strip club.”

“Will be tonight.” She offers him a sensuous grin.

“Okay? How are we pulling this off?”

“This one’s easy. The Elders around here are horn dogs. They used to flirt with me all through high school. My dad might even be here. I don’t see his truck though.”

“Wait! You’re going to strip even with your dad there if he shows up?”

“Sure. He knows what I’m like.”

“Hold on a second. Your dad has seen you naked?”

Stacy laughs almost choking, “Well, yeah! All my life. Patted my behind after powdering it as a baby.” She gets out of the SUV and walks to the front grill of the vehicle. Throwing her arms up with an expectant look he shakes his head and gets out, grabbing his own laptop case and bag. Stopping in front of her he had to ask.

“I have to know. Don’t hate me for asking. Are we talking incest here?” She looked disappointed in Xander, but it wasn’t his curiosity that bothered her. The incest hit home with she and Griffin. Forming an answer she fidgets, “Not with my dad. He just let me do what I pleased. My mom did too. I spent a lot of time nude at home.”

“And they didn’t give you hell for it?”

“Nope. Because I did all the chores while they got drunk. Closest incest with my dad was sitting in his lap. Which now that I think about it that was an uncomfortable chair.” She chuckles.

“Wow! I just don’t know what to make of you Puma.”

“Chill out X. Let’s just go inside, get drunk, and put on a webcam show. If I make enough money tonight, I’ll buy the house a shot.” He followed her in. Her white pants glowing in the dark. She did love her Ghost Dancing. He was rock hard even under stress.

At the door was a tall chubby Bouncer. He was roughly 35. Long black hair pinned back into a ponytail. If a smile had every crossed his face it must have been as a baby. “Virgil!” Stacy throws her arms in the air shuffling toward the man. He glared at her and threw his arms around her picking her up off the ground swinging her around. Her cowboy hat nearly fell off. With a kiss to his cheek, he lowers her to the ground.