The Brothel {Sarah'N Dipity}

[slowandeasy]

Ringos story

"“Hello stranger, my name is Bel. Welcome to the Sarah’N Dipity. What brings you into town?” "

The sound of the womans voice startled Ringo, for he had been in deep thought ascessing his situation and the people aorund him.

The sheriff much to his surprise hadn't even acknoledged his greeting, could be that he was more interested in eating. A stranger in town would have caught the attention of most lawmen. The bartender seemed to be more aware of his presense but that was what made a good bartender, still he told himself to be careful about what he said in front of this man. Something about him gave Ringo a feeling of uneasyness.

He had shook it off as quick as it came, telling himself that there was no bounty on his head at least not yet. The sheriff of flagstaff would just now be returning to the scene of the crime and with no solid information to go on would more than likely try to sweep the entire episode under the rug. Who'd want to put a bounty on an unknown bank robber. and iftsomeone would, no bounty hunter would be interested in chasing a ghost. There were plenty of infamous outlaws out there that were much easir pickings. As far a Ringo was concerned he'd never been to Flagstaff, maybe didn't even know that the town existed.

But still folks were curious even if the sheriff didn't apppear to be. He needed a story and on the trail he had concocted one that would assure folks that his background wouldn't be cause for concern.
He just needed someone to tell it to. The local saloon was the perfect place to, divulge his 'background'. bright and early in the morning with everyone sober as the judge, so that his story wouldn't get misconstrued. And enough curious ears in the background to spread it like wild fire he was just about to order a cup of coffee and something to eat when she spoke.

When he had turned to face the feminine voice he knew exactly what to say.

To say she was beautiful would be an understatement. Her very presense comanded attention, If there was anyone int this town that was in charge it was her, somehow before even knowing her name or anything at all about her he had that feeling. He looked briefly around. The sheriff who had been engaged in an exchange of bit of frivolity with the girl in overalls had become distracted by a stunning redhead who appeared to have slipped while coming thorugh the door, it could be a ruse he thought, on the part of the falling woman to get the sheriffs attention or it could be sinmply a misstep. At any rate it was no concern of Ringo's as he had the undivided attention of the woman by his side. Still he spoke loud enough so that anyone who was the slightest bit interested could hear him.

He removed his hat carefull not to cause the dust to fly in the air and tarnish the vision before him and began.

It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Bel. he said slowly, Names Ringo, came into town this morning, down from Montana, mighty long trip and the trail was dusty so please excuse my present condition. He brushed his hand through his dark hair. I'd offer you my hand but I'm afraid to tarnish yours with the likes of it. Maybe after I get a bath and make myself decent. In the mean time I'm obliged to answer your question directly so that you won't think of me as some no account drifter. Been up in Montana breaking horses and after four years it was gettin' might lonely just mostly being by myself. built up a moderate amount of cash on account of there ain't many ways to spend it up in the high country and havin' a hankering to get a taste of civilzation I moved on down to Tucson country. Heard there were mustangs here to break and more social experiences to be had. Got no home or kin here or there in fact I don't rightly know if I do have any kin. I figure where ever I hang my hat is home. who knows maybe that home could be Tuscon." He looked staight in Bel's eyes and winked. His blue eyes at once came alive with the prospect of spending more time with this woman later.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Sarah {Bel}

Sarah caught sight of the skirt hem wrapped around Sugar’s small foot even before she missed the step and responded with a wince and an extended hand, as if that would help the girl. She closed her eyes with a soft sigh, wincing inwardly, before gesturing Kelly. It was an unnecessary gesture, as he’d already crossed the floor, but not before the Sheriff reached Sugar first. It was hard to miss the tightening of Kelly’s jaw or the stiff set of his shoulders as he took the girls other arm and even harder to miss the release of those muscles as the Sheriff’s words trail off, his eyes once again glued to the curvaceous form in overalls.

Her eyes focus back on the man sitting beside her the gleam in his eyes only accenting the disquiet Sarah feels. She has no reason to disbelieve his story and yet something just doesn’t fit for her. The rugged chiseled features could certainly be the product of the wind and snow blown ranges of Montana, the deep suntan picked up on the way down here…but…somehow, she didn’t think so. Then again, the silver on the bar was real and his manner spoke of more beyond that. With a soft shrug she put her concerns aside bestowing a dazzling smile on the man and stood.

“Well, you're welcome here Ringo and should you have any further…needs,” Sarah’s voice dropped suggestively, “you be sure to come see me, you hear? My girl’s can quench nearly any hunger...or thirst you might have.”

She caught his look, the deepening of his blue eyes as she swept away toward the heavy wooden door. She had another customer there, without a doubt. With a soft brush of her palm over the Sheriff’s shoulder and a gentle smile of inquiry to Sugar she left the Saloon, intent on settling her books before the evening set in.

 

[slowandeasy]

Ringo

"Can't you see I'm busy." The bartender had told Ringo when he asked about his food. "True enough." Ringo said silently, the redhead was still a bit shooken up and the bartender and the sheriff were still both atending to her, although the Sheriff seemed more intent on the girl in coveralls.
"Never mind." Ringo said resolutely. "I'll just go to the kitchen and get my own breakfast." Truth was it was a mite closer to noon than breakfast time and Ringos stomach had been growling for some real food for a week now as he had been living off whatever he could scronge up on the trail, berries and such , a rabbit or quail he happend to snare. The last of his pemmican had run out a couple of days ago and the last handfull of corn dissappeared yesterday.

Maybe he'd be more welcome in the kitchen anyway considering his apppearance. He had watched Bel disappear the sunlight dancing in her golden hair underneath her hat. Her briskness didn't annoy
him. She had ben pleasant enough yet he sensed that her words were guarded. Actually he admired her for that Hed rather have that than for her to pretend she was enjoying his company. It would be diferent when they got to know each other better he thought.

"Suit yerself." the bartender shrugged his shoulders. "Tamara will see to your food."

He picked up his saddlebags and the smell of food cooking led him in the right direction. He found himself in a spacious area where two young women were engaged in conversation.

He cleared his throat to make himself known and the two looked up. One of them began to blush profussly as if she ahd been caught sharing some secret intimacy. the other looked at him as if he wasn't even there.

"Tamara? he said repeating the name the bartender had said. the bartender said I should see you about my meal.

"Oh!' the one who had blushed, blushed again, "Sorry mister it's ready enough ..was just about to bring it out."

' Don't bother, if you don't mind I'll eat it here amybe I'll be needing seconds, anyway."

He looked at the other girl not any older than her companion but what he could see of her face half hidden by a black veil was experience. She was small boned in fact it seemed like she had no bones at all, just a bundle of svelt softness. She stood poised as if to jump away if confronted. He reminded him of a tawny lioness and her skin was the color of mahogany.

"Do you mind mam," he queried to see if she noticed his presence and whether she would speak or just disappear into the shadows.

 

[EbonyVenus]

Cecilia

Cecilia dark eyes widen under the veil. The husky male voice sent shivers down her spine, while causing her dark nipples to stand erect. She was glad for the veil that hid her from him. His voice seem familiar and yet not. Why was he here? Was he looking for her? Had her former Master sent someone to search for her? Many possibilities ran through her mind before she heard him ask for Tamara. Then he said he was there looking for his breakfast and she signed in relief. She was free now, her Master would have never sent anyone looking for her, he would have come himself.

She watched Tamara scurry to finish his breakfast her cheeks still red from their lesson. The girl had been shocked at the many ways you could seduce a man, their conversation had stop the girl from finishing her work and Cecilia was responsible. She would have to remember to only teach Tamara when she had breaks. Distractions could lead to punishment, another lesson from her former Master.

As the man moved farther into the kitchen he seem to take up all the spacing making her feel crowded with is presence. She refused to cower, though she was scared, her dark eyes never left him, ready to run if need be. She thought of leaving, but she refused to allow him to scare her. When he asked if he could sit, she silently nodded, but she was unable to finish her food. He looked as if he had been on the trail a long time, tired and lonely and needed a bath and someone to take care of his needs. That thought made her shy way from him

She had not felt the need to use her Arabic training since she ran away from her Master. This man was dangerous and she was sure he had something to hide, but she did also.

“I will see you later Tam,” her voice a mere whisper as she gracefully eased from her seat heading for the back stairs and the safety of her rooms. As she moved passed him his eyes seem to stop her in her tracks.

 

[Velvet_Touch]

Sugar

Grateful for the kindness the Sheriff shows her Sugar feels the color inher cheeks diminish as she regains her feet, hiding a small smirk as she notes his interest in young Del. No doubt about it, he was in for a surprise there. She thanked him, brushing down her long skirt before noting the gleam in Kelly’s eye.

She loves to see that gleam in a masculine eye and it serves as a
beacon for her, the jaunty sway of her walk as she places her other hand on the one he’s put on her arm and turns away with him a sensual signal of acceptance and intrigue. Her even white teeth grip her full bottom lip as she glances up at him, her emerald gaze luminous and a little shy.

 

[Hybrid4life]

Deputy Austin

The young man made his way out of the saloon and across the street to the brothel. The sheriff had insisted on Austin actually trying the place out. Austin, A young Deputy, had just moved to town to take up the job that was offered to him not to long ago by The Sheriff. Austin wore a pair of bucksin pants with a pair of indian crafted boots. His wore his favortie shirt, a gift, that he received from his aunt that was imported from Paris. Austin was not used to the dryness of the town being from up north and all and he had never much heard of a brothel before. He opened the door and stepped inside. The brothel seemed very homey and alot cooler than it was outside. He stepped up to the desk and didn't see anyone. He turned around and sat down in the parlor and picked up a book and looked it over....

 

[LongshanksSierra]

The man who called himself 'Ringo' talked just a tad too much for Kelly's comfort. Like a man eager to sell something. However, his face wsn't familiar, nor was his name, and no new bounties had come in over the past few days. His silver looked good, and Sarah didn't seem to mind. Kelly let his misgiving go, and merely filed them away in the back of his mind for later. If Ringo didn't cause any trouble, he wouldn't receive any.

It was then that Caroline made her less then graceful entrance, and Kelly stepped over to help her recover. The sheriff, who had also helped Caroline to her feet, resumed his attentions to Delilah leaving the girl on Kelly's arm. He looked down to see her looking up at him with a shy gleam to her eye and the disarming way of biting her lower lip. Kelly had seen that combination before, but not directed his way. Caroline usually saved that look for a well-paying customer. Kelly returned the smile as he walked her over to the bar and helped her onto a stool.

"I don't think there'll be too many customers around yet," he said as he set himself down next to her. "Why don't you take it easy for a bit Sugar," he used the girls' working names whenever they were out and about in the saloon. Whenever they were off the floor though, he preferred to use their names. He thought maybe it would but them at ease around him, letting them know he would take care of them. "I can get you a drink if you like?"

 

[MistressAthena]

Delilah could see that the Sheriff was very interested in Sugar. She felt a bit annoyed at the other girl for snagging the attention of the Sheriff. Delilah wondered if the "trip" was truly accidental. But, instead of making a scene she just left the bar area and made her way to the parlor and saw a deputy sitting there. She hadn't seen him before and assumed he was new around here.

As he looked over a book she sat quiety in a sofa across from him. She licked at her lolly pop and said with the sweetest voice she could muster, "Hello, Mister. I see we have a new big strong law keeper around here. I am Delilah." She then went into her pocket and pulled out a lolly pop. She extended it to him with a bashful smile and blush, "Wnat one? They are very sweet."

Her facade of innocence was working in over drive now. She wanted a customer and was determined to snag this one.

 

[slowandeasy]

Ringo

“Wait!!”

The urgency in his voice surprised even himself, and when he saw the girl practically jump out of her skin he softened his voice. "Please don’t go on account of me. It’s been a long time since I sat down to eat with a woman much less one as intriguing as you.” He felt she still was suspicious and he saw a look in her dark eyes beneath the veil that spoke to him of contained excitement. More than that, he thought again, a look he had seen in the wild young mustangs he corralled in his younger days. It was a look of flight or fight. He was more than curious about her but knew enough to keep his distance and give her some space.

He watched Tamara bring his meal and he looked across the table to where the veiled girls unfinished food sat. Without looking at her, he motioned for her to sit down and looked at Tamara instead as she poured his coffee. “Much obliged he said cordially. My name is Ringo and you must be Tamara She nodded and he continued. “And your friend is”... He still kept his eyes directed at Tamara.

“ Celia.” Tamara said her voice almost a whisper as if she were sharing a secret.

“Ce-l-ia. Ringo repeated accenting all three syllables slowly. “A very nice name.” he still hadn’t looked in Celia’s direction and it was only the silence that told him she was still standing there. He bent to the task of satisfying his first hunger. It was her move she could either accept his hospitality or reject it.

Avoiding her eyes so that she wouldn't see his expectations he formed an image of her in his mind that he had captured when he first saw her. She had alluded a natural sensuality she couldn’t hide even if she had tried. Ringo wanted her but he knew he had to tame her first. It would take time and patience. If she were a whore perhaps it was a game she was playing, knowing that some men look for a challenge. If she was just Tamara's friend who happened to be visiting he would treat her no different She was a desirable woman. His object would not to control her with his passion and need, but to bring out the natural passion and need he could sense was hidden behind that veil. The second hunger rumbled deep inside him, but it was her move.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

On her way through the house Sarah’d stopped off in the kitchen, realizing she’d had nothing to eat that morning. She’d stopped, literally, in her tracks when her eyes fell on the dusty stranger perched at the trestle table.

For a moment annoyance filled her, her gaze falling on Tamara and Celia, judging their tension to be unease. A quick intent perusal told her that on Celia’s part, at least, the wariness was colored with sensual tension. The look in Ringo’s eyes made her reevaluate her reaction. Experience told her that, no matter who he was or what trouble followed – and undoubtedly it did, he had that look – right now he was just a man finding comfort in the domesticity of a warm kitchen and feminine wiles.

She smiled at Celia as she stood next to her, her sharp eyes looking for any signal of discomfort, giving the girl an easy excuse to leave while she asked Tamara to serve her breakfast in the Saloon.

‘She’d go back in and have a word with the Sheriff,’ she thought, the books could wait.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sheriff Hornsby

The sheriff smiled to himself, enjoying the fact that Sugar had snared yet another man who had no idea what he was getting into. Ringo looked like a capable man and all, but Sugar would prove more than a handful if she took Ringo upstairs. He shook his head and the lady in another man's capable hands. He returned to his table, disappointed to see that Delilah had left. He didn't think of it at the time, but he may have given her the impression that he wasn't interested. Could it have been that Sugar deliberately tripped to get me away from Delilah? Was there some problem between the two of them. He shrugged and sat, ready to finish what food was left on his plate. He dug back in, sipping his coffee cup dry.

He lifted his head and saw Bel returning to the room. He felt a tingle run down his spine and a pulse throb his cock. He hoped that she was coming back, and it looked like he was getting his wish. He stood again, and walked over to slide out a chair for the madame. He smiled as she glided across the floor; her dress brushing the floor as she walked to him. He offered her his hand and helped her sit down. He sat down next to her, pleased that she came back.

"So, Sarah, if I may ask, what caused you to come to Tuscon and brighten our fair city? What about it's charm drew you here?" He loved his town. He just wondered what a lady from a big city like San Francisco would see in a town like Tuscon.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Sarah {Bel}

“Why, thank you, Sheriff,” Sarah’s soft, husky voice crooned as the gentleman pulled out a chair for her and she settled in at his side, her shoulder pressed tightly to his.

She hadn’t missed Sugar and Kelly together at the far end of the bar and waved him off as he headed their way. She wanted a quiet moment with the Sheriff.

Sarah heard his questions and her mind wandered, for a split second, to the dark, enigmatic man who was her silent partner in more ways than just a business outlook. His image in her mind brought a warm glow to her body and a mischievous smile to the corner’s of her sensual lips.

“Well, Sheriff,” her voice husky and quiet, “I heard of Tucson from a friend of mine. He’s a bit of a black sheep in his family and his family is very well known, in San Francisco. He found spending much time in that city…trying.” Her lips quirked at the understatement those words represented.

“He told me about Tucson, the friendly people, the prosperous surroundings and the breathtaking environment, several years ago. Every girl hits her peak, Sheriff,” her teasing eyes turn to his, her tongue outlining her lips coquettishly, “ and before I hit mine I decided to do something for myself for a change. I must say, I do find some of Tucson’s residents….charming, as do my girls.” Her soft tones turned to a sensual caress, her fingers stroking the Sheriffs arm through his jacket.

 

[Velvet_Touch]

Sugar

“MMM…only if you’ll join me, darlin’” Sugar’s voice was coated in
it…sugar, that is, as her eyes devoured the handsome man in front of her.

‘Sheesh,” she thought to herself, “you’d think I hadn’t had a man in months, rather than just hours…but there’s something…a certain something about him that made her senses light up.’

She wrapped her hands around the glass he held out to her, trapping his huge, masculine hand beneath hers, flinging long red tresses behind her. Slowly, a small teasing grin painted her lips, she tilted her head, her lips finding the edge, her eyes locked on his, watching him as he watched her. Delicately, she parted her lips in sensual invitation, her tongue taunting his eyes as it slipped over the full curve of her bottom lip and licked the glass, millimeters from one strong, thick finger. Her eyes, intent on his, looked for the gleam, the fire that would mirror her own…

 

[EbonyVenus]

Cecilia

Cecilia was ready for flight hearing the abruptness of his voice. Every muscle in her golden body tighten ready to elude him if need be. But when she saw he was just being hospitable she relaxed a bit, then when he started talking to Tamara and ignoring her all together, she relaxed a little more. That he addressed Tamara in the same kind manner that he would address any lady in the street and not like a servant who was beneath him, was enough to make Cecilia look again at this young man named Ringo

Slowly her hazel brown eyes moved over his hard frame. Again she felt the need to take care of his needs by easing the stress under his tired eyes, and run upstairs and draw him a bath. She had to push such silly thoughts away. She watched him from under the veil. He sure was hungry, surprisingly another shiver of awareness pass through her golden brown body, the veils suddenly felt too warm. When a man ate with such relish he usually made love with the same intensity. Cecilia was ready to run, not from him but from her own thoughts when she looked at Tamara

The girl was giving her several head nods encouraging her to sit and talk to him. Cecilia couldn’t help but smile, Tamara was usually the shy one and Cecilia had to force her out of her shell. That she seem to be at ease with Ringo was enough to crumble Cecilia defenses. When she heard Bel enter and then leave again she was sure all was well. Again graceful she took the seat across from him, arranging the veils to hide her beautiful brown face. She was sure if this man ever saw her face she would not be able to stop her training and please him as she had been trained.

When he pronounced her name “Ce-l-ia”, she grinned under the veil; his southern drawl sounded strange saying her French name.

“It is pronounced Ce-cil-a, it is French” she said so softly, he wasn’t even sure she spoke. But it was an opening; one of the first opening Cecilia had given since escaping her Master’s home.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

Redheads. Why is it always redheads? One or two of his less than auspicious adventures had begun almost this same way, a redhead with a drink in a saloon.

Her soft hands caught his as she leaned towards the glass. He had to suppress a small shudder from running down his spine as her tongue came tantalizingly close to his finger. His eyes were riveted on her moist lips and tongue until he realized that her eyes were boring into him. The heat they held made his blood run a little faster.

"Now Sugar," he said, not making an effort to move his hand. "You shouldn't tease a man like that. I doubt Bel would appreciate it if she discovered we were playing around with each other instead of minding the store." Then again, knowing Sarah, she might not. She was certainly in the business to make money, but she also knew life was not all work and no play. For a second Kelly let his mind run over the possibilites of some spending some quality time with Sugar. The way her eyes burned and she licked her lips left little doubt that it would be time well spent. Besides the sheriff and his deputy, there was only that 'Ringo' character floating about the place. Nobody was likely to need a drink anytime soon...

 

[PogueMahone]

Denver

Denver settled back on the seat of the wagon, the reigns held loosely in his left hand as he whistled tunelessly to himself. It was going to take a while to get to Flagstaff and he really wasn't in any hurry to get there. The day was heating up but he didn't really mind as he tipped his hat low over his eyes and thought back to the events of the week. He was confused. He had been raised in a brothel, he knew what happened behind the closed parlor doors but the feelings he had been experiencing had him confused. Sarah had always been kind to him, she was the first girl to start taking care of him when his mother had abandoned him. Over time she had become a surrogate mother to him, taking care of all his needs and even bringing him to Tuscon with her. He owed her a lot and yet he felt guilty for in the last couple of months he had started noticing her not as a friend or mother but as a woman, a very beautiful woman. She had raised him and yet every time he saw her he wanted to take her in his arms. Denver was confused by his feelings for Sarah so he just pushed them to the back of his head.

It was just past noon and the sun beat down on him relentlessly as he fished around in the basket of food and grabbed a cold piece of fried chicken. Biting into it, Denver let out a soft moan of approval as the delicious flavor filled his mouth. Tamara certainly could cook! Thinking of the kitchen girl brought Denver's mind back to the previous night and catching her stealing. He had only meant to punish her for taking Sarah's food, he had been watching out for the business but somehow it had gotten out of hand. Seeing the slender girl bent over the table, her skirt hiked up over her shapely hips to expose the pale skin of her rear had awakened something in him. He had longed to reach out and caress her soft skin but instead found himself spanking her with a wooden paddle. He was sure that she had hated him for his actions but she had appeared worried about him as he left for today's journey. He was thinking of Tamara and her long brown hair and large hazel eyes when he noticed a cloud of dust approaching him in the distance.

"Riders, a lot of them and coming fast," Denver murmured to himself as the dust cloud rapidly approached him. As it neared him, he was startled to see about ten men all heavily armed riding as fast as they could towards him. Figuring it was safer to be careful then dead, Denver pulled back on the reigns and drew the wagon to a stop to await the approaching riders. He sat there watching them ride up until they came to a sudden halt in front of the wagon, one man riding a bit more forward then the rest hailed him.

"Where are you coming from, boy?" The dust covered man asked in an authoritative voice. "What's you name?" He added after a few seconds. Denver noticed as he sat his horse that he had a tin star pinned to his dust covered jacket.

"From Tuscon, Sir," Denver told him, "Name's Denver, I'm heading to Flagstaff for supplies." He explained figuring the more he told this anonymous lawman the quicker he could be on his way.

"Tuscon, huh?" The lawman asked him, eyeing the wagon carefully. "You see any strangers pass by this way? A dust covered man, kind of dirty, riding from this direction?" The man asked, watching Denver carefully.

"No, Sheriff," Denver replied after a few seconds thought. "I haven't passed anyone since I left Tuscon." He supplied, his mind starting to think back if he had passed anyone in town before leaving.

"Well, the man we're looking for robbed the bank in Flagstaff, and we know he passed this direction." The sheriff told him as he started to urge his horse forward again.

"Sheriff," Denver called out before the posse had started riding again, "There was a man in Tuscon just before I left," The stable boy said quickly, "It looked like he had been traveling, I stabled his horse and it had worked up a lather so I reckon he had been doing some hard riding. He was headed to the Sarah N'Dipity when I left town." Denver supplied eagerly.

"Much obliged, Denver." The sheriff of Flagstaff said as he touched the brim of his hat by way of farewell as the posse rode off towards Tuscon. Denver watched them riding hard towards his home, wondering if maybe he should follow after them or continue on to Flagstaff for the supplies.

 

[Velvet_Touch]

Sugar

“Mama told me,” her voice low, husky and slow like molasses, “that it’s only teasing if you don’t really mean it.” She watched the warm breath of her words stir the coarse hair on one thick knuckle pinned beneath her delicate grasp. With an impish twinkle in her darkening eyes she reached out with the tip of her tongue, licked the tip of his thumb and hid her smile as she watched him shift uncomfortably behind the bar. She wondered how quickly those Levi’s would become to tight for comfort and what they hid from her curious gaze.

Leaning over she brought her lips down to trace the slick path of her tongue before sucking his thumb into the warm wet recesses of her mouth, her tongue caressing it’s tip, her lips tightening around it’s shaft in erotic mimicry that left her aching inside.

She glanced in Bel’s direction, found her engrossed in her conversation with the Sheriff and slowly, slowly released his thumb, her gaze, nearly black with her own arousal, taunting his.

“Can I help you re-stock the bar, Kelly?” her eyes sliding off his and toward the storeroom in the back.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sheriff Hornsby

The sheriff looked as cool as a cucumber on the surface; a wry grin curled his face as he shared hushed words with the madame of the house. Inside, he was a different man. He was enamored with her and hoped that her tender touches were genuine. He had to let her know his mind. He simply laid his hand on hers, stroking it gently. Her skin was like silk; it was warm and inviting, wanting him to touch more than just her hand.

"I'm glad this town has been so alluring for you. I certainly have noticed a change in my homey little town since your arrival. As such, I think that we may have both gained something from your arrival." His eyes had never left hers as he spoke his words. They were the truth and hoped that his real thoughts were coming through. He raised her hand to his mouth and placed a light kiss on it.

"I'm so glad that I got this chance to talk with you. It's not so often that a public servant gets to talk with such pleasant company. If you or any of your girls runs into trouble, my door is always open. I know there are a lot of people who will try to run you out of town. I can only help if you let me know when something happens. And even if nothing happens...." His head leans in closer. "I hope that you'll stop by."

 

[slowandeasy]

Ringo

‘Ce-cil-a.” Ringo said to himself as he continued to eat. The crisp soft way the syllables had slipped off her tongue made it obvious. She was a Creole girl probably from the French quarter in New Orleans. What was she doing here? Was she, like him, trying to escape from her past or was she simply looking for greener pastures? He hadn’t looked up yet but the soft rustle of cloth against wood told him that she had sat down across from him. He finished his coffee in one huge gulp and cleared his throat. “Mon Cher, Les yeux sont la port Lame.” he said softly as his gaze rose to her eyes behind the veil. Why he spoke to her in French he didn’t know perhaps he wanted to make a connection that was different than just a man with needs and a woman who was willing.

He had learned a smattering of French from another whore, years back it seemed, in St. Louis. She was always quoting passages from a variety of inspirational books she kept near her bed. Ringo had learned them not because he wished to become proficient in the language. He just liked the way the words sounded.

Now this phrase he had learned years ago seemed apropriate, even if it maybe wasn’t grammatically correct. He looked for a reaction. If there was one he didn’t catch it but then what did he expect. Obviously she knew her eyes were the gateway to her soul or else she would not be hiding them from him until she was sure of his intentions.

He returned to his meal only to be interrupted by the back door opening and then slamming shut again.

"Rico what is it!' Tamara cried when she saw a boy younger than herself rush in. "You know you shouldn’t come here, Mama will skin you alive."

"I know... I know..." the boy answered his words coming out in gasps. "But... this is.... important."

"Slow down Rico!" She got him a glass of water.

Rico drank the water and caught his breath. He looked around and when he saw Ringo he froze. “Maybe it’s not so important.” he said slowly as he backed towards the door.

"This is my little brother Tamara said to Ringo by way of explaning his odd behavior, adding "Sometimes he gets over excited."

Ringo smiled at the lad. "Don’t mind me son," he said. " Tell your sister what's so important."

Rico hesitated and then when Tamara nodded he began. “ I was swimming this morning, you know the pond at the fork in the road where it turns to go to Flagstaff. I saw some riders coming hard and fast and then I seen Denver come along and they stopped to talk.” He looked at Ringo again as he paused.

Tamara gasped. "Is Denver alright did they do something to him."

"No, nothing like that, they were lawmen I saw a badge."

"Well what did they want?" Tamara said suddenly very relieved.?

Again Rico paused. "They were looking for a bank robber headed this way." He knew he had let the cat out of the bag so he continued, his words rushing out even while he was getting ready to run.

“ Denver told him the man they were looking for was headed this way and was at the Sarah... Sarah”Ndipity. He was almost crying, Oh Tamara. I just didn’t want you to get hurt if there was gonna be any shooting. I rode back here as fast as I could, they didn’t see me I took the shortcut." With that, he bolted out the door.

Tamara looked at Ringo. It’s you isn't it?

"Could be." Ringo said slowly.

"Bel don’t want no trouble, I don’t either, better you leave right now."

"It won’t make no difference they’ll come here anyway Denver told ‘em I was here."

"But You’ll be gone."

Ringo looked at Cecilia as he spoke to Tamara. "Maybe, but what you gonna tell them”.

“I ain’t seen hide nor hair of you mister. don’t know nothing.”

Ringo smiled. Maybe he was putting all his eggs in one basket but he said quickly. “You got a bathtub upstairs one big enough so that if you add hot water and lots of soap could hide a man for a spell.’

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Sarah {Bel}

Sarah felt the Sheriff’s touch on her hand and sensed the feelings behind it, the questioning glance he sent her way. She knew she needed to be careful; he was a powerful man in this town and she couldn’t afford to offend him.

Any woman would be thrilled to have the favor of such a handsome and considerate man, as Sarah herself would if her heart and soul weren’t captivated by the west coast’s “black sheep” that kept her company at his whim and will. But she wasn’t about to go into that with the Sheriff. His kiss tingled on her hand and she returned the gesture by curling her hand around his.

“Sheriff, I’m mighty obliged to you and all the help you’ve offered a lone woman. I enjoy your company and the girls here fight for your favors. You’re always welcome in my house Sheriff, as a friend and a customer.” She hoped everything she wasn’t saying came through gently.

Right about now it would have been nice to have Sugar’s company to distract the Sheriff, but if she judged Kelly’s little shuffling act correctly the girl had other things on her mind. She caught the Sheriff’s eye and realized her thoughts were written on her face. She blushed lightly, watched his gaze wander down to Kelly and Sugar and shared the knowing little smile that wreathed his lips. He polished off the remainder of his coffee, pushed his plate away and stood up, one hand reaching into the pocket of his vest. Her own hand met his, stopped the gesture and felt his heartbeat beneath her hand.

“No need, Sheriff…it’s on the house,” Sarah rose with him. They walked together to the door and out into the hot sunlight. At the porch to the brothel, he tilted his hat to her a bid her good day. She smiled warmly and slipped into the shadows of the porch.

‘Now…’ her thoughts were interrupted as she entered the cool interior of the house. The Sheriffs Deputy…the young one…what was his name? Oh yes, Austin, stood at the foot of the stairs with Delilah, grinning down at her as his hands roved the supple flesh beneath the overalls. Sarah stifled a smile as he jerked them away, eyes widening, a crimson blush that stained his cheeks a dark red. She watched him fumble for silver and she smiled as she accepted it.

“Be nice to this young pup, Delilah,” her words only increased the young man’s blush and the two women shared a grin of amusement. “Have fun, you two.”

‘Now…’ Sarah’s footsteps take her back toward the kitchen for that mug of coffee and then maybe, just maybe, she could get to her books. As she paused, the doorway half open in her grasp, she realized this just wasn’t meant to be. The looks on all the faces in her kitchen, including the young man she recognized as Tamara’s brother, spoke otherwise. She listened to his jumbled words, her mind roiling, chastising herself for not having listened to her intuition earlier.

Sarah peered hard at the dusty outlaw and realized that with a bath and a shave he would look like a different person. And if he’d just robbed a bank…well…he wasn’t hurting for gold, that’s for sure. ‘Perhaps’, she thought maliciously, “if we dye his hair blonde…”

Cecilia was the first to notice her and the look in her eyes told Sarah she understood her train of thought completely, a small smirk teasing the corners of her full mouth. Sarah nodded to Cecilia. She knew there had been a point where CeCe talked about returning home, or rather, not being able to…with the money this would bring in, that would become an option for her. The Bel in Sarah hesitated…no Madame wants to lose a worker like Cecilia…but…somehow Sarah didn’t think she’d leave…she enjoyed her work.

“If my girl wants to do this, Ringo, you’ll have to listen to her and do what she tells you to do…but before that, of course…we need to discuss finances…”

 

[LongshanksSierra]

The really interesting part was how much she could raise his temperture just by paying a little attention to his thumb. For a second he was glad he was standing behind the bar, otherwise it would be plain for all to see what effect she was having on him. The girl certainly knew how grab a man's attention, and his was firmly in her grasp. Her eyes looked large and welcoming, her lips were moist and inviting. He imagined he could still feel the warmth of her mouth as it carressed his thumb. He didn't doubt there was an open promise there.

He followed her eyes as they drifted away from the bar towards the door leading to the storeroom.

"Re-stock the bar?" he echoed, letting his thoughts run away a moment. He wathced as Sarah then moved through the saloon, heading back into the kitchen. The sheriff was gone and only Delilah and the deputy were around. "Well," he nodded slightly, "There's is something I could use a hand with." He watched her hips sway as she swivled to her feet and began walking towards the door. After taking a moment to make sure the whiskey bottle was behind the counter and out of reach, he follwed her. His eyes drunk in her lithe form in, admired how her silk dress clung to just the right parts as she moved. His growing arousal became a little more pressing.

 

[Hybrid4life]

The deputy put down his book and stared at the young girl. She had gorgeous face and he couldn't help but wanting to be that sucker. He accepted it from her and tasted it.

"Hello.. Names Travis Austin. New deputy in town. I was told by the sheriff to check this place out. Never been to one before and all. Do you work her? Oh I'm sorry for being so blunt. What's your name?"

He kept staring at her body and already new he was hooked.

 

[Velvet_Touch]

Sugar

She watched his eyes widen as her lips closed around his thumb…could almost feel the strain against those Levi’s as she swirled her tongue around his digit, plunging it into the depths of her hungry mouth, wrapping lips and cheeks around it with a soft slurp as she pulled backwards.

Releasing his thumb and her hands around the drink, she rose, taking one step toward the storeroom and she glanced backward over one shoulder, her eyes gleaming seductively. She gloried in his expression, his eyes on her hips as she shimmied beneath the soft silk, feeling her own hunger in the damp warmth between her thighs. She glanced down at her breasts, nipples hardened and eager, proud and hungry for attention.

“There IS something I could use a hand with,” his words were a quiet statement but the enthusiasm and husky appeal made her quiver, her imagination running wild with thoughts of what he might want handled. Again, she turned her sensual profile in his direction, over her shoulder, batting her eyelashes.

“Well darlin’,” soft, throaty and intimately compelling, the words slip from between her lips, “why don’t you just show me what you….need.” With that final word she slipped through the doorway of the storeroom, reaching for the creative little snaps at her shoulders, opening them and feeling the soft flurry of silk pooling at her ankles with their release. She stood facing him, the light chemise, plunging low over the valley of her breasts and rising high to just barely cover her thighs the only thing between her soft wanton body and his large, strong hands.

 

[MistressAthena]

Delilah chuckled within herself because she knew she found her first customer of the day when he accepted her lolly pop and asked her name. She blushed, "Nice to meet you Deputy Austin. I'm Delilah." She looked down as if all of a sudden shy, the whole while still licking on that lolly pop. She wanted to get him up to a room and lick on his cock next. But, this was all a game. She could not rush things. She had to keep up her shy and innocent facade until the last minute.

She wondered to herself what excuse would she make to get this one up to her room. She didn't like to use the same line on every customer. She decided she would tell him she thought someone had been stealing from her room and if he would come up and take a look. This was a fitting line considering he was a Deputy.

But, before she would do all that she wanted to play the game a bit more. She would try to guide him to the right question to ask her that would lead to her line about being stolen from. She softly said, "Yes, I work here, mister." She then looked up with soft eyes, "You have never been to a place like this?" She then looked at him like an excited child that was about to be given candy, "Ohhhh! This place can be so fun, Mister! At night it is evne more fun. There is lots of dancing, laughing, food, drink-" She then lifted one eyebrow as she continued, "and fun." She then sat up and walked over to sit next to him.

She put one hand on his knee and looked up to him with Doe like eyes, "You will like coming here, mister." She thought to herself, "At least you will like cumming."

 

[LongshanksSierra]

The silk ghosted down her body as if reluctant to leave it. She stood there before him, glorious in a light chemise that seemed as if a stiff breeze would rip it away. He let his eyes have the run for a moment. The plunging neckline gave an ample view of the depth between her generous breasts. Her nipples were already showing through the filmy material, indicating that she was probably enjoying this almost as much as him.

"Well," he said as he slowly closed the short distance between them, "I think you've already got a pretty good idea as to what I need.

His hand came up to her chest and gently alit one finger on her collarbone. The finger traced a smooth and slow line down the neckline of the chemise, over the soft rise of her breast and down the the valley between the two. He watched his finger trace the path, his gaze intent on the soft skin. He let his finger hold still at the V of the chemise before returning along the edge of the material, taking the same path up it had taken down. As his finger reached her neck it slipped underneath one of the thin straps holding the flimsy garment up, then lightly pulled it off her shoulder.