Coming to town

[prometheus 2]

Ringo

Seems like this is a safe place to hang my hat for a while I think as I drag my tired and dusty ass into another one horse town. My donkeys tired too as she follows reluctantly behind me carrying every thing that I ever owned which aint much as I'm sort of a rammbling man. Shes tied to my to my faithfull horse Silver who's plain tuckerd out to on account of I'm no light weight pipsqueek. 200 lbs of pure muscle tall in the saddle 6'4" tough weatherbeaten and having a powerfull thirst for whiskey and women not necesarily in that order. (thats me not the horse)

I heard down the road apiece that they have a hard time keeping a sherriff here and that's all right by me. Never did have mych time for the law or any government agency as far as that goes every time they get some gold in their hands it turns to shit if you get my drift.

So heres the saloon and a good place to wet my whistle I figure. Heard it was run by a gal name of Lou hope she has a good supply of rye whiskey and pretty legs cause thats what I'm partial too, not neccesarly in that order either, mind you.

"Howdy mam " give me a bottle of that stuff off a' the top shelf.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Lou

I turn from the keg I'm wrestling and look up and up to meet the eyes of a man, dusty and thirsty by the looks of him.

"You're a tall one, stranger." I reach for the top shelf whiskey and grab a shot glass. Smacking them smartly down on the bar in front of him.

"What brings ya to town? Seems we've had lot's of traveling folk through her lately." MMmm... eyeing him good now. Sheriff's done disappeared, could be this one would need a room and some feminine company...

"Need a room cowboy?"

 

[prometheus 2]

Ringo

"Just whiskey fer now, mam, got this powerfull thirst that needs quenching. soon's I get the dust out'a my throat maybe we'll be talking about a room an' what might go with it".

I pull the cork with my teeth and spit it across the room. Shoving the shot glass back at her I take a long swig straight from the bottle. shivering as the liquid fire goes down my throat.

"Damn! that's good stuff mam, The names Ringo, Recon I'm just passing through unless theres a reason good enough to stick around fer."

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Lou

"The room comes with two meals a day. Sheets changed oncet a week lessin' you need more. There's a bath off the kitchen to clean up in. I run a clean place here. There's poker in the back and plenty of entertainment.

"Now I reckon it's up to you Ringo, if you think there's good 'nuf reason to stay." I eye him real slow-like and lean on the bar, letting him get a good look at my boobs.

 

[prometheus 2]

Ringo

Two meals a day? Why I aint ate that well in nigh on ten years."

As shes leaning over the bar, an' I see asight fer sore eyes, two of them in fact, The words come out'a my mouth without my thinking,

"Hhmmmm I'm hankering fer some breast, right now mam."

And then blushing a little add "Fried chicken mam, I was thinking about fried chicken."! kinda ducking a little afraid she might whop me fer being so fresh.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Lou

Well if he ain't a sight standing there blushing.

"BUCKY," I yells to my cook, "Fix this here Ringo a plate a fried chicken."

Then with a wicked grin I adds, "Breasts - he's hankering for breasts. Toss 'im in some thighs too."

"Think that'll hit the spot, Ringo?"

 

[prometheus 2]

Ringo

takin' another swig from the bottle I regain my composure. And seein' shes an open minded kinda gal stick out my hand.

"I take it you own this here establishment and a fine one it appears to be."

I tip my hat trying not to shake too much dust from the trail off on her shinny clean bar.

"That being the the case I recon your name must be Lou."

I see bucky carrying a huge platter of fried chicken out of the kitchen and my mouth starts to water. I look back towards Lou where she is wipping up the bar, her deightfull boobs swinging to and fro as she dilgently scrubs, and my mouth waters even more.

" Mighty fine lookin' breasts and I'm figurin' the thighs are might fine too 'cept I cant' see much of them on acount of they're hidden underneath,"

I say a little more brash now fortified by another swig of liquor.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

I come out from 'hind the bar and stand by the table watching Ringo dive into the bird.

"Love seeing a man eat....

"When your finished, I kin show ya to yer room. We're filling up fast" I says, nodding at the women dressed like a man. She's a pretty thing though.

 

[landiek]

Cheyenna

After a nice dinner with the Mayor and a few rounds of hankerin fer the bedcovers. I leaves him with a smile.

One of these days , he ain't gonna be so into the spirits ta notes wha I am relly doin. I gives him a kiss and leaves. Likes I sez one of these days he is gonna start spoonin an I mays be alookin at a new name.

 

[SussexSam]

Max

Max turned and watched the tall big man come into the bar. Her hand reached for her gun, just in case, fingers just resting on the handle. She quietly took her room key from the pretty barkeep and backed along the bar, brushing past the smith again. His strong frame gave as she pushed past.
"Excuse me" she muttered, but her eyes never left the new tall stranger. She backed herself into a dimly lit corner and watched him drink.

"Damn! that's good stuff mam, The names Ringo, Recon I'm just passing through unless theres a reason good enough to stick around fer."

She watched him flirt with the barkeep, incidentally discovering that the keep's name was Lou. Max privately admitted that Lou was very pretty, especially when she leant across the bar, showing more of her breasts. "Very nice", thought Max.
Ringo sat down to eat, tucking into chicken. He sat facing away from Max, and Max felt calmer. Maybe it wasn't him.
"So," she thought, changing her thoughts, "only a bathroom off the kitchen. Ah well, you can't have everything. Maybe I should go and find my room."
Max suddenly noticed she was being watched. The smith, Dan, was watching her closely, a small smile on his face.
Embarassed, she relaxed the grip on her gun. Their eyes met for a moment, and she stared back as he looked ino her deep blue eyes inquisitively.
Max broke the look, turning away, and slipped up the stairs to find her room, smiling.

 

[Steiner]

Dan Cooper - the Smith

The moment arrived when he finally locked eyes with the pretty stranger... ...and then passed. Dan cursed himself for not saying something as she turned away from him and headed upstairs. Damn.

Turning back to the woman behind the bar he said "I'll just be heading to my room." with a polite nod and a smile for her, as she flirted with the stranger that had walked into the bar and was tucking into a meal now.

Heading for the stairs, Dan remembered the touch of her body as it brushed past his own and sighed.

 

[SussexSam]

Max

Max reached the top of the wooden stairs and, checking her room key number, turned left along the slightly tatty corridor. She found her room, number 3, unlocked the door and went in.
A simplebut spacious room, with a bed, dressing table, and chair faced her. She dropped her bags on the bed and went over to the window, pulling back the yellowing curtains. She had a good view along the main street. Looking down she could see the entrance to the bar, and a horse tethered outside.
She forced the stiff window open, letting fresh air into the musty room. Max unbuckled her gunbelt and hooked it over the chair. Sitting down, she pulled off her dusty boots. She slipped off her socks, and massaged her surprisingly dainty feet. God, she was looking forward to a hot bath.
Pushing the saddle bags off the bed, she lay down. The bed creaked a little as she sank onto the matress. It was a long time since she'd lay on a real bed. It felt so soft. Gradually she relaxed, thinking over recent events. So much to think about.

 

[Steiner]

Dan Cooper - the Smith

Remembering the room number Dan tried the lock and then opened the door, walking in. The accomodation was pretty much what he was used to, albeit on a slightly larger scale. The rooms were obviously looked after, and cleanliness was something the Smith enjoyed when he could get it.

Lowering himself onto the bed, Dan heard it creak under his weight and grinned. Even on a big bed like this he felt a little cramped - the legacy of all those hours spent pounding stubborn steel and iron into the right shapes with a heavy hammer.

Putting his hands behind his head he let his eyes slip closed and rested - not sleeping, but enjoying the quiet.

 

[landiek]

Cheyenna

The crowd in the Silver Doller is a good group I reckon, I likes the work I do. I can sing and serve drinks. I likes to make the cow pokes spen their pay too. I gets me a good peice too.

Singing is whats I loves to do ... I was singing a song that the cowboys all loves..

 

[SussexSam]

Max

Max felt herself relaxing further on the comfortable bed. It felt safe in this room. The first time she'd felt relatively safe for a long time. She got up, and padded in her naked feet over to the door. Taking the key, she locked it.
She hung her hat on the door hook, and slipped off her heavy brown leather man's jacket. It felt good to lose the weight of it, and the cool air through the window felt good on her skin through her white cotton shirt. She hung the jacket on the door then undid her hair ribbon ...

OOC What the hell did they have in those days? Hairbands, clips, scrunchies??? Well, whatever historians may say, I think Max has a black ribbon!

IC: ..... and pulled her hair ribbon out of her hair, letting her jet black hair drop around her neck and shoulders in loose curls. God it felt good to let it down. Impractical to have such long hair she knew, but, as she admitted to herself, sometimes it was nice to be feminine!

She walked across the creaking floor to the dresser, unbuttoning her denim trousers. She let them slip down over her smooth thighs and they dropped down to the floor, leaving her slim but shapely legs bare. Stepping out of them, she stood for a while in her shirt and underwear, letting the cool air blow over her.

Max lay down again on the bed, intending to sleep a little and soon dropped into a deep sleep.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Lou

Lou left Ringo eat and attended the business of the saloon.

Nodding and smiling as she made her way around the room, greeting folks and winking at Cheyenna singing her song. Had a great set of pipes on her. Good for business. It was gonna be a pure profit night.

With the rooms filling up... She'd best be careful though, she wouldn't have a room left for the hourly business if she got too many more long term guests...

Grabbing a stack of towels in the kitchen, she makes her way through the crowd to the staircase.

Knocking on doors and handing out towels she hesitates when she comes to the room she was fixing to let out to Ringo. She drops her hankie on his bed and just smiles at the notion. If he don't get the hint when she shows 'im his room, why she can always come back fer her hankie.

With a giggle she knocks on room 3 and calls out "Towels!". Yep that woman that was dressed in man's clothes sure did clean up nice.

Next down, the new smithy's room. "DAN COOPER! Towels!"

All these new strangers... Excellent for business and ...other things! With a throaty laugh she just 'bout skips back down to the saloon.

"No fightin' in here! Take it outside ya mangy ca-yotes!" Grabbing each offender by the ear she drags them to the doors and pushes them out.

Dusting her hands she surveys her establishment with her hands on her hips... A big smile on her face, yep... gonna be a FINE evening!

 

[SussexSam]

Max

Max slept, breathinging deeply. Her breasts and tight tummy gently rose and fell, under her worn cotton shirt. Somewhere in her dreams she heard music, singing.

Towels!

Max awoke with a start. It took her a few seconds to realise where she was. She could hear singing coming from the bar below. A pretty voice that seemed out of place in the tatty saloon.

"Erm just a minute."

Max slipped off her bed, reaching for the chair. She gently drew her gun from its snug holster and silently padded to the door. Cautiously unlocking it then slowly opening it a little, she looked out, her gun hidden behind the door in her trembling right hand. Lou stood there with a large stack of clean towels, smiling.

"Towels," Lou repeated.

"Oh, ok".

Max relaxed a little and took her towels slightly awkwardly with her one free hand. She felt herself flushing as she realised Lou was looking her over. Max looked down, remembering what she was wearing, and was embarassed by the mixture of dirty shirt and naked legs.

"Erm, thanks. Ok to take a bath? I've been on the road."

"Sure," Lou answered, "Bottom of the stairs, through the kitchen. It ain't fancy, but its hot, and we do got that new running water."

"Ok thanks."

Much to Max's embarassment, Lou looked over Max one more time and moved off to he next room. Max watched her go, blushing red.

As Max shut and locked the door she heard the barkeep call at the next door,

"DAN COOPER! Towels!"

Max started to dress again, hoping she'd get to the bath before anyone else with their clean towels.

 

[Steiner]

Dan Cooper - the Smith

"Dan Cooper! Towels"

Blinking blearily from the nap he'd never intended to take, Dan padded to the room door and opened it to find the proprietess stood there with an armful of fluffy towels.

Grinning in a friendly manner at her as she passed the towel to him Dan rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and stretched as he stood in the doorway. Actually a bath would go down very well after all his traveling.

Leaning out of the doorway, towel still in hand, he watched the owners rather provocative wiggle as she headed back to the bar area - it just reminded him of how long he'd been on the road. With a sigh Dan retreated back into his room and started digging out some clean clothes for after the bath.

 

[prometheus 2]

Ringo

Finishing my chicken I see that Lou has gone about her business of taking care of other customers. Looking around I wonder about that bath and hear Lou holler upstairs to the cusomers already in their rooms. "Towels", wonder if shes got a room set up for me. and when I can get a badly needed bath.Another drink might not hurt either so I signal to a young lady with long strawberry blonde hair to bring me one as Lou seems to be busy with other customers particully two unrully ones who shes just shown the door to. Sure is a nice place here looks like a fun evening ahead. Maybe the girl whos serving drinks dances too She sure can sing. Sure do love to watch the dancing girls. Bath can wait I recon, seems theres already folks ahead of me.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Lou - ever efficient proprietress

... that she is, she moves through the room, winking at Ringo as she heads to the back. Calling Bucky to put more coal on to heat the water for baths.

She moves to the bathing area, the three tubs separated by floor to ceiling screens she'd gotten made for her by a china man and his wife passing through.

No where else in a saloon and hotel were such finery available and dammit she's mighty proud of it.

She starts filling the tubs, gonna be business in here quick enough she reckons. She just may scrub some backs...

 

[prometheus 2]

Ringo

Seeing Lou bustle about makes me tired just watchin' her. I get up to take a look at the bath situation seeing steam starting to rise from that are.

"Whooie! well if that don't take I exclaim as I peek around the corner. Just like those roman baths, not as public as each tub seems to be separated by screens, mighty nice arangement I say to Lou, Ain't no place like this back in Dodge, thats fer sure."

I'm allready unbuttoning my shirt when she looks at me and says

"Slow down big fella I ain't quite done here beside yer towel is up in yer room number 4 on the left at the top of the stairs. By the time you get changed this first tub on the left is yers."

She looks me over and grins

"Hope that towel is big enough for you. We don't want to be scaring the other customers off now do we. On second thought maybe you better grab two. in case you might drop one, by the looks of yer big feet you might be a mite clumbsy."

I don't mind her good natured kidding cause it ani't my feet shes concentrating on, and I'm mighty proud of the area she's staring at.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Lou

She has to grin when she looks down at his privates and sees the clear outline of him. Looks a bit stout at least.

Shooing him upstairs she thinks a bit. Should she indulge herself as well? With a might wicked grin she moves through the bath area to her private rooms above and beyond. She just loves the frilly sitting room and her frillier bed room. Good taste is a foreign thing to her and nuthin in the room isn't frilled and tucked and tasseled with pink. Almost like someone upchucked a belly full of that new stuff, pepto bismol, all over. Well, it's her retreat, bless her heart. And it's the most... furnished femininely room this side of the Mississip.

She's got a whole bath to herself and she's thinking she just may offer him a chance at a little more ... private like bathing. Ain't many she has indulged but dang if the folks crowding into her place hasn't just excited her!

 

[prometheus 2]

Ringo

In his room number 4 on the left at the top of the stairs, Ringo getting excited about a bath been longer than he can remember not counting the times he got soaked riding in the rain and that time he fell of his horse crossing Dawson creek and got swept half a mile down stream before he got to his feet and stumbled to shore, quickly undressed.

But one with hot water and soap too... it's like he died and went to heaven. He wrapped the towel best he could around himself and then he noticed a scrap of cloth laying on the bed. A lacy hankie, sure as shooting, Lou must'a left it here when she was making his bed. He lifted it to his nose and smelled, it sure enough smelled like her he mused his mind wandering to a place the hankie might have been tucked.

His cock popped up so as it almost knocked his towel clean off. Maybe he should just take it to her room before it caused any more comlpications for him barefoot he snuck down the hall to her room separate from the other with the sign on the door "management." he was about to knock and thinking shes down stairs still filling tubs changed his mind and just openedthe door and sted inside, tugging vainly on his towel trying to keep it from flairing out.

 

[SussexSam]

Max

Max stepped into her denim trousers, slipping them up over her small round ass, tucking in her cotton shirt, then buttoning them up. She slipped her boots on, not bothering with her socks then lifted her saddle bags over her shoulder, knowing that they contained relatively clean clothes and wash stuff, (amongst other things.) And anyway, she knew there was no way she could leave them out of her sight.
She picked up her towels and strode over to the door before pausing and going back to the chair. She picked up her gun and slipped it between her towels.
Quietly opening her door, she peeped out, just in time to see the big man from the bar disappear through a door marked management. For a moment she was worried, but then amusement took over as she watched him trying to cover his big, naked, frame with a towel far too small. She was interested to see that he wasn't managing it.

Max watched the door shut behind him.
"Well" she thought, "Lou is a quick worker!"
A brief thought came to her that is was highly unlikely that this man was whom she thought he was earlier in the bar. Theres no way he would be caught like that with his pants down. But, holding the pistol in the towels, she knew she couldn't be too careful.

Max walked towards the stairs to find the bathroom.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Lou

Well Lou was just in the act of testing her water when she hears a harumph behind her, she pitches forward toward the tub with a squeal, losing her balance and rapping her head on the side before being dunked headlong into the big tub. Sputtering and wailing she finally gets her feet and stands there trembling and wrathy before Ringo.

"DOG GONE IT! Look what cha made me do! I RUINED my hair doo you sneaky varmit. Don't ya know not to sneak up on a body?" And she is quite right. The elaborate saloon curls are drenched and a hanging down dripping.

Then she whirls and grabs a pitcher and fills it in a flash and the water flies to Ringo, hitting him with a splash. The towel drops and she starts to laugh at the look on his face.

"Didn't spect that didja Ringo?" she laughs harder.

"I'll teach you to laugh at me Ma'am." In an instant he's got her tight against his wet chest.

"And the drowned rat look is fetching on you Miss Lou."