Into The Wild West (For Erlind)

Who is Kayla Johnson? She is just an average college student taking general ed classes because when she graduated high school she had no idea what she wanted to do with her life. Her parents were nice enough to pay for her to go to a good college and pay for an apartment but it left her rather lonely. Kayla found a love for books one day when she visited the college library and now she makes it a regular thing to check out a book once a week. This week something just seemed to call out to her from the shelf and she reached out to pull a book set back in the time of the old west. She would give really any book a try so she set herself on her way home to curl up on the couch with a hot cup of coffee and the book to read for a few hours. Though things seemed to change as she began to read, she couldn't seem to put the thing down and she didn't stop until she got to the very last page.

Kayla flipped the last few pages to see if there was anything else left and only found a sentence written by hand that only served to confuse her. She decided to read it once more but this time out loud because maybe then if she heard herself say it it would make more sense. "From average life to excitement you go, leave your life behind to take on that of another and live like you have never before." It was then that she began to feel sick, the book dropped from her hands onto the floor as she began to hear the sounds of laughter, money being thrown down on a table and drunken men seeming to urge someone on. She moved her hands to her head as things began to grow fuzzy and it felt as if she had way too much to drink. Then everything turned black and her body went limp on the couch. Slowly her body began to disappear from where it slump until it no longer existed.

It was as if Kayla had fallen sleep but soon her eyes began to flutter open in a time different from her own. At first things where fuzzy, she could feel something around her holding her to where she lay and as her vision began to clear there lay a man beside her. Her cheeks flushed bright pink as she sat up from the make shift bed and she only bushed more as she found herself naked. She grasped the sheet to pull it over herself, the fast movement made her head spin and he moved a hand to her forehead to steady herself. It felt like a hang over not that Kayla had ever been daring enough to drink that much but she knew the signs from what her friends had told her.

The man laying beside her began to wake now, he was quiet rough and hansom but as she tired to say something she was lost for words. He sat up slowly now with a smirk along his lips, "I didn't know Wild Kat could blush." He said with a laugh and it was that name that had her surprised. Did he just call her Wild Kat? Like from the book she had just finished? It was then that the words she spoke began to move through her mind once more. From average life to excitement you go, leave your life behind to take on that of another and live like you have never before. They made sense to her now, they were a spell if she believe in such things that transported her into the book and to take on the life of Wild Kat.

She shook her head now surprised to see blond hair for hers was brown and she had to move her hand to pinch herself. Isn't that what people do when they think they are dreaming? She felt the pain as she pinched her arm and she knew now that she was far from dreaming. The man laying beside her moved closer to her, his hands reaching for her arms and he pinned her against the wall. "Does Miss Wild Kat want to go another round before she runs off..." Her eyes went wild as the man's lips moved to her nipple and she began to squirm in bed. "No stop it please..." He ignored it thinking she was playing some game with him, "STOP...SOMEONE HELP ME!" She screamed out now hopping that someone could hear her.

John Eldert sat in the mostly empty saloon finishing off his breakfast. Old Sally had made it for him while he waited for Kat to finish her fun up stairs. As it always was when they decided to blow off steam the gang had made a wild night in the saloon and the damage was clear. Though the rest of the gang didn't know it John always came back in to places like these the morning after for two reasons. The first was to settle up with the proprietor and cover some of the damages to keep them welcome in their favorite towns, and the other was to wait for Kat and make sure she made it back ok. While most of the gang knew when the night was over Kat always seemed to carry her damn fun on through morning.

John was six years older than anyone else in the gang including Wild Kat, although asking her age would likely get you hit. To some it might not seem like much, but in a life you spent getting hunted by the law, shot by other desperadoes, and stealing from the bad people as well as the good, it was a heck of a difference. John Eldert may have had a soft side, but the only one he seemed to have any tolerance for was Wild Kat. He kept his black hair short, but it tended to still look kind of mangy when he wasn't wearing his hat anyway. Black stubble almost always seemed to cover his face even if he'd shaved that morning, but it covered an ugly scar that ran up his jaw. It was his only scar that was anywhere visible on him. He had a deep tan from too much time on the trail and dark eyes that seemed to look straight through a person. John Eldert was a man few wanted to cross.

John took his last bite of eggs when he heard a struggle coming from upstairs. Normally he'd chalk it up to Wild Kat making her last bit of fun memorable, but a single word came clear from the room up above. “Help ...” It almost never happened, but Kat's wild streak occasionally landed her in trouble she couldn't get out of herself, and that's why John was there that morning. She was too damn good to lose to something stupid like this.

John kicked in the door to see Kat struggling underneath the lucky bastard she'd taken to bed the night before, but it looked like the hombre was pressing his luck now. John's six shooter was out in a flash and he spoke in a steady tone, “Now partner, if you don't me to make you one nut short of a man I'd rush on out of here.” The man stared at the gun and started to stutter out an excuse, but John cut him off with the click of the hammer on his gun. “I don't remember offering to negotiate, so unless you want to hear a whistle the next time you get to fuck I'd start getting gone.” The man nodded and fell over himself getting out of the bed. As he pulled on his pants and grabbed his shirt John started to speak again this time to Kat.

“Damnation girl, you too drunk to find your own gun this morning? Or do you just like making this old man drag himself up here to bail out your naked butt?”

Kayla jumped as the door was kicked in and for a few moments she breathed a sigh of relief but the moment her now blue eyes locked on the gun the man held her body went stiff once more. The older man was there to help her, warning the man that had her pinned down to leave now or lose something precious to him. He began to speak but a sudden click made him fall silent, she felt he shift his weight on the bed and soon the man was grabbing his clothes to run out the door. Kayla was almost in shock as she lay there her upper half bare and out in the open. The moment the older man began to speak to her she snapped out of it, she grasped the sheet quickly to pull it up over herself and a deep blush graced her cheeks. She sat up quickly pressing her back against the wall which made her head spin once again and she moved a hand to steady herself. What the hell had she just gotten herself into?

Things were quiet in the room which wasn't normal for Kat at all because she would of come back at the man with some snide remark but Kayla sat there quiet. "Who..." she was about to ask the man who he was until suddenly something rushed into her head, they were memories of Wild Kat and the persons body Kayla now inhabited. John Eldert was his name, the name seemed to come from no where but for some reason she wanted to call him old man. Her head hurt more then she could imagine, Kat's memories occupied her mind making it hard for her to remember her own and it was then that something came over her.

She let her hand fall away from her head and she stood up off the bed holding the sheet around her as she began to pick up her clothing. "What you here to bail me out...and i thought you where here to get a peek at me naked you dirty old man..." She said with a laugh and moved to him to push him out the door. Kayla blushed on the inside just then as she closed the door. What did she just say to him? She almost couldn't believe that she had spoken to a man like that, what had come over her to let something like that slip her usual calm composure and the only way she could seem to explain it was that Kat's personality was so strong that in took over.

Kayla began to dress herself quickly pulling on her pants, boots and she worked to button up her shirt as she picked up her hat and placed it on her head. The last thing she grabbed was her gun belt and she began to strap it around her waist as she opened the door once more. Something was driving her to move now down the hallway and before she could stop herself words began to spew from her mouth. "It got lost in the bottle of whiskey...you know what the stuff does to me." She laughed softly now and Kayla remembered now why they called Kat, Wild Kat in the book. I wasn't just because she was the only female in the gang but also when the girl got a good amount of whiskey in her there was no telling what she would do.

John turned his back while Kat dressed, not because Kat was modest, but because she wouldn't shut up if he didn't. The girl had always been too ornery for anything to happen, but he did love the view on mornings like this. Kat had never been anything, but a nasty tease to anyone in the gang that had tried though. Reckless as she seemed the girl knew how to draw lines in the sand. As they made their way downstairs John had to laugh at her comment.

“Wild Kat, I've stopped trying to predict what whiskey will do to you. One night you're a hair's edge away from shooting up the place over cards, then you fall into bed with that spineless local, and the next thing I know you've forgotten how to get out of bed in the morning.” John shook his head and scoffed, “I know what whiskey does to you? Young lady, I don't think you know what it does to you.” John might have thought she was acting a bit strange this morning, but John had learned he hadn't learned anything about her no matter what he thought.

Outside John untied Gracie, his horse and leapt up onto her saddle. Gracie was his favorite horse he'd had though no one in the gang would know it. Most probably didn't know her name. She was brown like the coffee back east and had a keener mind than any animal he'd ever known. Gracie seemed a little jittery this morning not unlike Kat, but he knew what he could do for them both to put them back in the proper mood. Kat was still untying her horse when with a few clicks of his tongue and the just right tug on the reins he had Gracie riled and the beautiful horse bolted. John didn't even think to look back, Kat would be on his heals soon enough. The grizzled cowboy chuckled a bit to himself as he left a dust cloud leading out of town.

Kayla was beginning to regain control of herself but her feet where still being led down the stairs and to the part of the building that was the saloon. She listen to John's words and her cheeks only seemed to blush as she found her long leather jacket from last night over one of the chairs. She was strangely quiet as she pulled it on, Kat would have some response ready to his words but Kayla forced herself to stay quiet.

She followed the man out side and before she could stop herself she was untying what she assumed to be her horse. Kayla's head turned quickly as the older man took off and she was left standing to trying to figure out what do to. She was stuck here in this book with Kat's urges leading her around, was she to go with her partner or find her own way. She turned her head in the other direction looking out into the desert that lay out side the town, she knew nothing of this land nor the danger it held so her best bet to stay alive was to go along with the story line.

Kayla turned her head to her horse as it moved his nose into her shoulder, it was like second nature to her even though she had never been on a horse before in her life and soon she slid into the saddle. She clicked her tongue and kicked her heels into the horse's sides. The black mare began to move quickly making Kayla quiet nervous as she looked at the ground watching it rush by. Her blue eyes moved to what was in front of her now, with a bit of time she caught up to John but she stayed a bit behind him to follow him. She didn't quiet know where they were going, she could feel Kat's personality trying to push its way through and as the moment went by she found it harder and harder to keep the personality that wasn't her own at bay.

When Kat finally caught up to him they both slowed their horses a bit. “Took you long enough. You must have had some real fun last night after I left.” She was quiet and although she'd caught up with him that competitive nature wasn't there. John couldn't put his finger on what was wrong, but it was something. Normally, John wouldn't have stuck his nose where it didn't belong, but he'd started to feel responsible for the young girl. Also, Wild Kat could already be a bit of a loose cannon, he didn't want to see her when she was off her game or worse yet completely out of her mind. Maybe he was jumping to conclusions, but John had only lived this long being cautious.

They had put some distance between themselves and the town, but were still a way off from the ghost town where they'd been hiding out. It there was a safe place to do this, this was it. John pulled on the reins on Gracie obediently stopped, digging in a little to the dry earth. Kat came around like he knew she would, but before she got out a word John started in.

“Kat, I need to know what the hell is going on with you. I've come to expect you nearly getting yourself killed and snapping back at me in ways I wouldn't let anyone else, but if there's something wrong I need to know. You don't act like this. This ain't Wild Kat.” John's hand subconsciously went down to his iron. If there was something wrong, she was planning on double crossing them or selling them out to the law, there'd be shooting. On the other hand though John wondered if he was the one acting jumpy and he was just making too much of this. Either way, out here under the morning sun, he was about to find out.

Kayla was grateful that once she caught up to them they slowed their horses a bit, it made it easier for her to think rather then concentration on what she was doing and not falling off the horse. She had lost herself in her thoughts of a moment and she was taken by surprise as he pulled on his rains to make his horse come to a stop. She followed along coming around and pulling on her own to make the black beast of a horse she was riding dig its hoofs in to stop as well. Something in side of her was urging her to say something really anything to break the silence but before she could John cut her off.

Kayla listened to his words, no this wasn't how Wild Kat would act she knew that much from the book but she didn't know how to let go like the character she took over did. She sat there now looking down at her hands as they held the reins and out of the courner of her eye she could see his hand move to his gun. It made mixed emotions move over her, fear that he might kill her and anger from Kat that he would ever make a move against her. Could she tell him that she really wasn't Kat or would he think she had gone crazy and do her a favor to end the insanity. No, Kayla wanted to do everything she could to stay alive and get herself out of this. Maybe the best way to do that was to go along with the story and let Kat's urges drive her.

Kayla took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh as she sat there. Finally she let go of that wall she held up to keep Kat's personality at bay and she let it free. Her head turned to the older man now and there was a hard look to her blue eyes as a smirk moved over her lips. "Jesus Christ John a woman can't have an off day...and they say my sex over reacts..." She laughed softly and pulled her hat off her head to ruffle her hair for a moment before placing it back on top of her head. "You going to pull a gun on my old man then you better make sure your fast enough to kill me before i do you in..." She laughed once more as she dug her heels into the side of her horse and had it going a a slow trot. She turned back to look at him now, "I think you had too much sun old man..."

He stared hard at Kat as she spoke, but it was like someone had just relit the lamp. John gave a hearty laugh and both hands went back to the reins. “Maybe I really am getting old, but I the last person I'd want to deal with going loco on me is you, Kat. Any of those other clowns I could drop in a second, but you ... Damn it, Kat. Tell you what. To make up for it, you beat me back and I'll give your that old bottle of whiskey I've got stashed up in my room. You don't need it, but that just means I'll have to do my best to keep it from you.”

There was no “ready set go”, instead John just tore off and this time Kat stayed right on his heels. Kat was one of the few people he could let himself have this kind of fun with anymore. Together they tore across the empty land up into the foothills. The ghost town came into view as they tore around a bend. There had been rumors of some great silver cache up here and overnight a town got put together, but after a few months it had become clear there was nothing up in these hills, but rock and dirt. The town was put together so fast it wasn't on any maps and most people forgot it was even up here. It made a perfect place to come hide out for his gang.

John was going full tilt and was about to pass the first building when Kat picked up that little speed she needed and passed him. As soon as that happened John slowed down and called out to her, “Looks like I won. Don't worry though it was just a friendly bet, you don't owe me anything.” John turned his horse to the old hotel where they all slept and laughed a little.

Kayla couldn't stop herself now, she found herself grinning and there was almost a sparkle in her eyes as he mentioned a bet. Wild Kat loved bets almost as much as she loved playing cards so she couldn't say no. There was no warning and suddenly John tore off. She kicked her heels into the side of her horse now and soon she was off after him. For a moment she had closed her eyes, she enjoyed the feeling of the wind moving through her hair as the horse beneath her raced after him. She opened her eyes once more to concentrate on what she was doing and soon the ghost town that they called home started to move in to sight.

She dug her heels into the horse once more to pick up some speed to try and pass him before he neared the first building but she knew it was too late. He slowed his horse as she passed him and she pulled on the reins to turn her's around. She huffed softly as she came up besides him, the one thing she truly hated was to lose and she never was very good at it. She climbed off the saddle now and looked up at him. "A bet is a bet John and you know i always pay up so name your price...i don't care if it was only friendly. You put up you bottle so...you have something to win as well..." She began to lead her horse along now into the stable and she began to unlatch the saddle from around the black beast.

Kayla could feel herself moving into a foul mood now as she worked to pull the saddle down of the horse's back and she was surprised on the in side that she knew how to even do this. This entire thing was strange to her, she existed in side Kat's body and it was her doing everything but it was like Kat was driving her. She sighed softly as she set the saddle down with the rest and she sat down on a wooden box to pull off her hat so she could rub her temples. Kayla wasn't use to the pain a hangover brought and if this was how it was every time while she was in Kat's body she would be damned if she would drink another drop of whiskey.

John had thought for certain that Kat would argue that one, but if she was going to let it go so would he. What did she have that he wanted? Several things blurred through his mind, but none of them were things he should let happen. They hadn't happened for a reason. Still, it was hard to chase certain images of Kat from his mind.

“Fine, but unless you can think of something better all I need right now is some one to share that bottle with,” he told her, getting off his horse. Walking in the lobby of the old hotel didn't stop the chatter going on. The rest of the gang were all sitting around together nursing hangovers and telling stories about how they had gotten them.

“Have a good night boys?!” Half of them shuddered and the other half told him to go to hell. If he hadn't just been yanking their chains anyway he might have been offended, but instead he just laughed.

Kayla walked in after John her eyes moving over the men, she laughed softly both at them as well as his conditions for her losing the bet. A smiled moved along her lips at the gangs reaction to John's words and she moved to follow along behind him. "You put up your bottle of whiskey for a wager and now my terms for me losing is to share it with you." She came up behind him and patted him on the back. "You know John your mighty strange some times." She giggled softly and began to walk up the stairs in front of him. "I don't mind at all helping your drain that bottle but i need to change my clothes..." She lifted an arm to smell herself now and she made a face. "And maybe bath too..." She laughed once more before disappearing behind the door to her room and once there she let out a sigh of relief.

She still didn't know what the hell she was doing. Kayla moved over her the dresser pulling out a new pair of pants, undergarments and a shirt but as she looked up into the mirror she was surprised at to what she saw. The person starring back at her wasn't herself, it was the blond and blue eyed Kat that she had picture when she read the book. To see herself like that was amazing and she took a step back to look at the rest of herself. While Kayla was average looking Kat was quiet hot. She had one hell of a figure, her skin was clear as well as tan and her breast where much larger then Kayla's. Kayla wondered just then what would happen as she continued to go along with the story, would it end the same or could Kayla make this her own story.

Kayla shook her head gently as she grasped her clothing and walked out the back way of the hotel to the bathing house nearby. She took her time despite something inside of her telling her to hurry up and not spend some much time bathing herself. It seemed Kat didn't push much for personal hygiene but Kayla would be damned if she would smell like that any more. Moments later she stepped out dressed in different clothing and her long blond hair still damp. She made her way back into the hotel and to John's door. She knocked rather hard, "Hey John you still up for sharing that bottle of whiskey or did you decided to keep it all to yourself..."

After making sure none of the boys had been having too much fun John headed up to his room. A nice big bed was his reward for being in charge. There was also a desk he'd taken out of one of the other houses and had the boys carry up. It held maps for planning as well as a large stack of old letters. John had one of those letters out and was reading through it. It was from his brother four years ago asking for money. He'd blown the kid off and when he'd finally gone to see him, the kid had been shot and buried. John had paid to have a grave stone put up, but he hadn't heard from any of his family since.

A hard knock at the door interrupted John's sad nostalgia. He shoved the letter back in its drawer and pulled out a pair of shot glasses. For some reason it had surprised him that Kat had taken him up on it. He'd half expected her to be off finding more trouble for herself, not that this couldn't be that too. “Come on in Kat. Can't say no to a little ...,” it was that moment Kat walked in and she had cleaned herself nicely, “company.” She seemed more cleaned up than usual, but it was hard to be sure. Either way, it didn't matter.

John pulled a small table out a little from the side of the room and set the glasses on it. Then he ducked down by the bed and fished out the dusty bottle. “Just seemed time to finish it off,” he explained as he set it on the table as well. “I don't like drinking it alone, but I'm not a man that's too fond of sharing either.” The last thing John did before sitting down was close the door behind Kat. He liked his privacy and didn't offer let the others, including Kat, into his room.

Kayla could hear him moving around in the room which peeked her interest but the moment he invited her in she grasped the handle and pushed the door open. She looked up at him as his eyes locked on her and he seemed to stop mid sentence only to finish it moments later. Was there something wrong with her and she looked down at her side to make sure nothing was wrong. Kayla moved her gaze back to him as he pulled a table out from the side of the room and set the glasses down. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She wasn't looking forward to his at all, the last time she had drank she hated the taste of the stuff and it made her go a little crazy.

She pushed her self to moved over to the table and take a seat. She watched as he ducked down under his bed to fish out the bottle, he set it down on the table but then moved over to the door to close it. She couldn't help but to laugh at his words, "I was right you are a rather strange one...well ill keep you company but i can't promise i won't drink much." She gave him a sassy wink and it was then that her eyes moved around his room. This had been the first time she had been in her, well the first time Kat was in her and she let out a soft whistle as she saw the bed. "The boss gets some nice perks...my beds half that size..." She said picking on him now but something inside Kayla was growing nervous, she didn't trust herself with liquor and to be alone with a man in his room while drinking? Nothing good would come from this.

John poured them each a shot. He'd gotten this off a businessman far too rich for his own good. Among the things in the vault they'd busted was this bottle and if rich men knew one thing it was fine quality liquor. “To our next job,” John announced raising his glass, and they both downed the liquid. It was some of the smoothest he'd tasted and he almost regretted downing it so quickly.

“Do you think I'm really getting too old for this Kat?” The question came as he poured them each another shot. “Its a young man's game and I've been thinking I might need to find someplace to settle down soon. Hand over the reins to someone else. Raise some sheep.” These had been thoughts that had been plaguing him for the last couple months, but this was the first time he'd voiced them to anybody.

John looked over at Kat and wondered. He wondered if she'd be able to handle the gang herself or if he needed to put some one else in charge. He didn't really want to quit, but he also wanted to live a long life. If he kept playing the game too long he'd just slow down and some young nobody would make their name on his corpse.

Kayla watched him as he poured them both a shot and she reached out of it a bit reluctantly. This wasn't a good idea at all but then again what choice did she have? She raised the glass as he did and soon the glass found her lips. She kicked back the shot quickly, that part of her that was Kat loved it and she let off a ummm noise as it hit her stomach but inside Kayla was gagging. She set the glass down so he could pour another shot and at his question she raised an eye brow. She looked at him for a moment trying to figure out if her was serious or not and she could see that he was.

Things went quiet for a moment as he waited for her answer and suddenly she began to laugh. Kayla didn't know what came over herself but she couldn't stop it, "John...you should hear yourself talk some times..." She continued to laugh now, she doubled over and began to stomp her foot on the ground. "Settle down and raise some sheep...the is some funny shit John." She began to laugh so hard now that tears started to form in her eyes and as she settled down as let out a loud sigh as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

"God John i can't believe you even said that...you love this and don't deny it." She reached out for the shot despite Kayla's resistance and this time took it slowly to enjoy the taste all the while Kayla in the in side was squirming. She set the glass down once more and sat back in her chair. "What your only five...six years older then me...if your talking about quitting already you might as well put me out to pasture as well...your far from old John i just say that to get you going." She reached back now running her fingers through her damp blond hair and she ruffled it a bit to get it to dry faster. Her blue eyes stayed on him in a soft gaze as the liquor began to warm her and it put a sweet smile on her lips.

John shook his head as she laughed and quickly downed his next shot. He should have expected it from her, but he didn't like her laughter. “I'm not old yet Kat your right, but I'm on the road. I just don't want to find out just how old I am by getting brought down by the next young boy out to make his name. I want to grow old somewhere, Kat. You've got more time in you than me and not just in age. You were made for this, girl. Don't you want to lead this band, or one just like it?”

John poured them each another drink. He was going through this faster than he'd meant, but this was a hard thing for him to talk about. “You ain't wrong when you tease me. I'm older than I have any right to be and I need to quit before the old maids won't have me.”

She happily reached out for the third shot despite the protest inside of her and downed it just as he did. She looked at him for a moment as he told her she was made for this and she couldn't help but to smile. "Of course i want to lead a gang of my own one day...you really think i want to be second for the rest of my life?" It was a question but it was said more like a statement and she couldn't help but to giggle as he mention the old maids not wanting him. She couldn't believe that, John was quiet a hansom man and more so then she wanted to admit because it made her feel weird to think of him that way. It made her feel funny just like how she felt when that man had her pinned to the bed and was taking advantage of her.

Kayla shook her head softly now, "John you have faster hands then me you have quiet a few more years before anyone can take you down and any woman would be crazy not to take a rugged man like you." She smiled softly and gave him another sassy wink as she sat back in her chain. She could already feel her lips become tingly from the liquor and that overwhelming warmth fill her not to mention it didn't help her that she didn't have anything to eat yet. It was never a good idea to drink on an empty stomach because it always seemed to hit you harder and faster then normal.

John snorted and shook his head. Suddenly he stood and swiped the bottle off the table for himself. There was a reason he didn't talk about this things, they always got him thinking pointless worrisome thoughts. The older cowboy let himself fall back onto the bed nearly spilling the contents of his bottle, before taking another swig.

“I'm not one of those pretty boys from out east, the only money I have I've spent on booze and more jobs, I don't have any skills for settling down. If I don't settle down though I'll end up dead weight some gang of idiots will dump off to slow down some marshal. You're being kind Kat and it doesn't suit you.” John normally would have shut up a while ago, but the liquoring was making his tongue loose and he couldn't help it. In some ways she was right, he was still strong in his prime, but he'd gotten to the age where he was looking at the future and he didn't see anything there.

“I'm done rambling like a sad old man, it doesn't suit me. I'm sure one of the boys needs to be losing at cards. You go ahead, I'm just gonna finish off this bottle.”

Kayla could feel her mind becoming a bit hazy, she had never let herself get to this point and she had to admit it feel pretty good. She felt like she could to anything she wanted and she didn't much care how others would react. She sat there listening to him and she felt a bit bad for the man. She understood where he was coming from but that part of her that was Kat didn't care for it at all. She watched him as he swiped the bottle from the table and sat down on the bed almost spilling its contents. An eye brow perked up as he mention some of the boys needing to lose at cards, she wanted to leave and do just that but the fact that he wanted to get rid of her only made her want to stay all the more.

Kayla stood up moving over to stand by the bed, "Well then if kindness doesn't suit me i should be mean and stay here..." She leaned over slowly and suddenly she reached out and snatched the bottle from his hands with a girlie giggle. "I'm going to continue to share your bottle and if you wanted it back..." An evil smile moved over her lips as she took a few steps back and began to shake it back and forth so the liquid shifted. "You will have to come get it from him." She moved it to her lips now taking a swig, she licked her lips just then trying to get up every drop and she took a few more steps backwards. "Come on old man show me what your made over." She teased him now as she moved to the door and grasped the knob ready to bolt out the door the moment he stood up from the bed.

Kat had her ways of making him feel better. John stumbled jumping off the bed, but managed to slam into the door shutting it again just after Wild Kat opened it. Kat dodged to the side, but John leapt after her. He hit the ground, but managed to grab hold of her legs and knock her over too, sending the nearly empty bottle sliding across the floor.

Kat wriggled free of his grip and started across the floor. She reached the bottle and got to her feet, but John slammed himself into her. He pressed her against the wall and pinned her there. “Looks like I caught you, but suddenly I don't want the bottle any more. Is there anything else you think I might want?” John would have never said something like that to her sober, but the whiskey had hit him hard. Part of him had always wanted Kat like this, but this was the first time he'd ever even hinted at that since he'd known her.

He was still quick, he shut the door before she could slip through it and she ducked out of his way. She fought to get away from him but he only tried to pull her to him and something about this struggled made her feel excited. In the last moments as she grasped the bottle once more he slammed himself into her and pinned her against the wall with his body. Her blue eyes focused on his as she looked up at him and she swallowed hard from being in this position. Kayla still held the bottle in her hand as he began to speak, his words left her surprised and a deep blush moved across her cheeks. She knew several of the men looked her way, how could they not when she was the only girl but none of them acted on it even John.

Now everything seemed different, whiskey loosened lips and took down ones barriers that kept them from doing things they normally wouldn't. She stood there now not really sure of what to say to him but to have his body pressed against her own like this was making her hot and that feeling of excitement moved over her as it had when the man Kat had spent the night with pinned her to the bed.

"You can take what ever you want, you always do and i never stop you." The words where out before she could stop them and she was cursing that part of her that was Kat. She didn't know if she could handle this situation. Kayla had never been with another man like Kat had. Could she even do this and was it a good idea to do it with the leader of her gang?

Those words were all John needed. Pressing close against her John kissed the wild beauty. One hand cupped that ass he'd stolen glances of so many times and the other went up to explore the breasts he'd seen this morning. Part of him suddenly reminded John of all the problems this would cause, but it had already gone too far and he still wanted more. His hard cock pressed against her and his tongue invaded her mouth.

The bottle was knocked from her hand and hit the floor. It didn't break, but the little whiskey left spilled onto the wood floor. Another time John would have cared and might even have been furious, but right now he couldn't care less. What she'd said, how Kat was reacting to his touch, they both needed this.

John backed away and let Kat up, but it wasn't a withdrawal, there was still that gleam of lust in his eyes. He pulled his boots off never looking away from her and tugged on his belt. “Why don't you show me how wild you can really be, Kat.” It was a taunt, as if maybe she wasn't interested or couldn't keep up with him. If they were going to do this John Eldert wanted the ferocity he'd seen in her during the heights of their heists.

At first as his lips pressed so hungerly to her own Kayla was surprised, her body tensed but soon her body began to melt against his as he took what was her first kiss among several he would take from her now. She couldn't stop herself, Kat's influences urged her on ward giving her the skills to return the older man's kiss but something else bugged her. How would the two of them work together after this? Her thoughts where pushed into the back of her mind as his tongue invade her mouth and she let him take her away.

The bottle slipped her her fingers as her grip grew weak on it, it crashed on the ground but didn't brake and her now free hands moved around his neck. Her eyes closed slowly letting her body absorb every thought, emotion and feeling sink into her body. Kayla didn't know what she was doing but she knew something for sure it wasn't just Kat that needed or wanted this but Kayla as well. She had dreamed of a man holding her like this and she couldn't help the moan as his hand moved to grasp her ass while his other hand moved to her breast. She had just let her self go in the kiss when he pulled away and when she opened her eyes lust clouded them as well as his own as his eyes stayed on her own.

Her blue orbs watched him as he pulled his boots off and as he did she pulled her own off with a smirk along her lips. Next he pulled his belt off from around his waist and she did the same. She could only grin as he taunted her, "I would watch it if i was you John you don't know what kind of animal i really am..." Dispite her boldness she held a deep blush along her cheeks because Kayla could not believe she had just said that and was removing her clothing. She found herself moving close to him her mind lost in a fog of booze and lust, she was unable to stop herself now.

Kayla stood before him reaching out for his shirt, she didn't bother to unbutton it but simply pulled quickly to rip the open the buttons flying across the room as she giggled. Her slender fingers moved up his chest to his shoulders and she pushed his shirt off his body. She watched it flutter to the floor for a moment and then she moved to her own. Her fingers moved from one button to the next slowly unbuttoning it to tease him and have him thurst of each inch of his skin she was exposing to him.

Kat ripped his shirt off revealing scars hardly anyone ever saw. An ugly scar from a bullet he'd taken when robbing his first stage coach marred his right shoulder. And a clean little scar marked the knife he'd taken to the gut when he'd first taken control of this gang. John watched as Kat slowly shed her shirt, revealing more and more of her lovely body. “I don't know Kat,” he told her, “maybe its you who doesn't know.”

Kat and for that matter the rest of the gang didn't mind leaving a trail of one night lovers behind them, but John had always been more private with his night time affairs. He'd caught several of the gang gossiping about why he never took a woman to bed, but they had no idea. John was likely “wilder” than any of them at times, but he made sure they never knew. It was none of their business.

John pushed her shirt off and took one of her stiff nipples between his lips. First he sucked, then nibbled, and then almost tugged on it. He smiled wildly at her, it was a smile he never had on his lips while sober. Then he pulled her backwards, causing them both to fall onto the bed. She fell on top of him and her body rode against his stiff cock. “I bet you're all talk Kat,” he told her, a sudden groan betraying his beliefs. “You'd better prove me wrong.”

Kalya's body shivered as he reached out to run his fingers over her skin as she had and pushed her shirt off letting it fall to the floor. She could feel the heat move over her body her cheeks flushing as she stood there bare to his eyes and the moment he took her nipple into her mouth a gasp sounded from her lips. She couldn't believe the sensation moving over her body and she couldn't get enought. Her arms found themselves moving around him to pull him close, she lost her self and the pleasure that she didn't notice him pulling her backwards until it was too late.

The both of them fell down onto the bed but she landed on top of him which she knew he had planed it that way. She sat up slowly her long blond hair tumbling past her shoulders, "come now John when have you ever known me to shoot my mouth off and not back it up." She giggled softly then and climbed up of the bed to pull her jeans off. Kayla had to force herself to take a breath because she found she could hardly breath. She was left in just her underwear when she turned her attention to him and pulled his own pants off quickly. She climbed back up his body now that his cock was free of its prison and she straddled his so it sat between her legs. "You know I'm surprise at you John thought it probly the whiskey, that you haven't come on to me sooner." She teased him now and gave him a sassy wink before she leaned over him and pressed her lips againsted his own for a drunken and hungry kiss.

Kalya couldn't resist her urges any longer and reached out for his hand to press it to her breast. "Touch me..." she pleaded with him through their kiss and she moved her other hand to his shoulder as she began to rub her damp pussy againsted his cock to tease him.