Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Cindy has the grace to blush.
“Yes, unless they include Brandon and Brent,” she amends. “But you’re young, beautiful, and curvy, and -- oh my god, your screen just lowered and I caught a glimpse of your outfit. You look divine, Ki. Those purple pasties are going to drive the men wild.”
I giggle then while looking down at myself. I’m curvy everywhere, and my Double D breasts look especially ripe tonight, lush, large and bouncy.
“So you think I should do it.”
“Yeah, absolutely,” Cindy agrees. “If you hate the men at the saloon, then just finish the set and stop. It doesn’t matter because you don’t need the money, and it’s not like Sweet Lies is going to ding you or anything. You’ve fulfilled your obligation to them, so it’s all good.”
“Okay, so now I should be a responsible person, if not respectable.”
Cindy winks at me.
“It’s all semantics, Ki, and you know it. You’re going to knock ‘em dead with your bangin’ body, and the men will reel and gasp when they see you. Or should I say break a leg?”
I giggle.
“I’ll take the sentiment, not literally of course. Okay, thanks for the pep talk, Cin. Give Stormy a kiss for me when she wakes up, and say hi to Brandon and Brent.”
My friend winks again.
“Will do. Bye now!” she sings while fluttering her fingers at me. The screen goes dark and I sit there in silence for a moment, chewing over Cindy’s words. My buddy is right. I told the agency I’d take the gig, and they’d be disappointed if I pulled out literally five minutes before I’m set to go on stage. It would be unprofessional, and frankly, leave them in a bind because who is there to take my place?
But there’s more to the gig than what I told Cindy because actually, tonight’s a “Blue Light Special” at the Starlight Saloon. It’s exactly what it sounds like. The doors are locked at a predetermined time, a blue light flashes on above the bolted doors, and then the girls get wild. The ladies get fully naked, showing off big titties, wet kitties, and bouncy bottoms. They do things that would never happen on a regular evening, and one lucky man often walks away drained and satisfied, if you catch my drift.
Am I ready for my performance? Am I ready to start shimmying and gyrating as hungry men watch, and then to pleasure a lucky man of my choosing? I have no idea … but then my name is called and it’s too late to back out.
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Colt
Isit back before nodding at my twin from across the table.
“You ready?”
Cason shrugs his broad shoulders before taking a sip of beer.
“As ready as I’ll ever be. Who gives a fuck anyways? We can come anytime we like, and you know how the Starlight Saloon is. The girls are always fresh, curvy, and entirely fuckable. Emphasis on the last part.”
I chuckle because my twin and I are foul motherfuckers, but we don’t give a shit. After all, we’re the co-owners of the Double C Ranch about an hour’s drive away, and as rich as fuck. We run cattle, but that shit isn’t the basis of our fortune. Hell, the cattle business barely even breaks even most years. No, we’ve been amassing bitcoin for more than a decade now, and it’s crypto that’s made us kings.
But no one knows the true source of our wealth because we don’t exactly kiss and tell. Instead, my bro and I keep to ourselves, although of course, we partake in the good stuff. There are helicopters at the Double C, as well as a fleet of trucks, a raft of luxury cars, and a monstrously large residence that we fondly call the “Big House.” Trust me, this is no Laura Ingalls Wilder-type log cabin. Instead, it’s a massive glass house set into the side of the mountain, with floor to ceiling views of the breathtaking Montana vistas from almost every direction. Said “Big House” is equipped with every luxury a man could want: a private gym, private pool, sauna, steam room, as well as a plush movie theater, all-purpose rec center, and ten bedrooms with attached en suites. Basically, Cason and I could adopt an entire orphanage of children and bring them to live with us, although we obviously won’t do that. Bachelorhood is our thing, and there’s no reason to change.
Simply put, our wealth makes it easy to attract women. The ladies we meet have a taste for luxury, and can smell money like bloodhounds. As a result, they attach themselves to us like leeches. Literally, blood red nails will circle our biceps while big, false lashes flutter flirtatiously. Their mouths part into glossy smiles, and sometimes, I literally see the women sizing up our possessions when we show them around the Big House, like an appraiser tallying the value of a home’s contents. It’s disgusting, but we like to get laid, so we put up with it.