Gunzmoke, the other story....

[Tufflove]

Gunsmoke, the rest of the story...

OOC: OK, how about an adult version of that once so popular western, in approximately the same setting?

We need the marshall, a female saloon owner, a deputy, the doctor and definately a lot of saloon patrons.....Hope this interests enough of you to keep it going, lets have some good, old fashioned decadent fun with this hmmmm?

I will take the part of Sam, the bartender...perhaps a younger version, but still the source of knowledge and listener to all confessions. Age 26, a strapping youth over 6 foot tall, a bartender, bouncer and keeper of the peace inside the hallowed walls of my gorgeous female employer.

I have just finished sweeping out the place in the mid morning air, the fresh cool air still coming in from the nearby mountains, as our patrons come in....

Post as you wish claiming the part you want, and dont feel afraid to creative.....hope the saloon soon fills up.....

 

[Vespiris]

I have no knowledge of the original, but I'd love to be the saloon owner. (No info, but lots of enthusiasm!)

If the purists of the crowd vote me out, I'll step down. I don't want to shatter anyone's fantasy. Conversly, give me charactor clues and I'll play them off as best I can, promise.

So, do I get the part?

 

[Tufflove]

Sam

OOC: The position is yours! Vesperis, and welcome!

And another invite to everyone else....The bar is about to open!


IC: Setting the last chair on the floor, I stopped my whistled rendition of "Oh Suzanna" as Miss Kitty leaned over the second story bannister, exposing a wide expanse of creamy flesh in the process.

"Jeesh, Boss" I teased, admiring the curve of her full breast "You gotta stop that, or I'll never get this place open!"

Pulling the always hot enamal pot off the small stove, I pour a large mug full of the dark brew, and offer a second to the leggy redhead.

"How about a cupfull to get the day started?" I offer, admiring her figure beneath the robe. "You can look at last nights receipts, and we can discuss hiring a new dealer"

Last night was a busy evening, the cowboys and miners both coming to town, plus the act of catching one of the local table dealers taking more than his fair cut....

 

[Kimcankom]

Sherriff Matt Dillon

I had the early patrol this morning, and stopping as I always did, at Kitty's place I looked forward to a cup od Sam's coffee.

With approval I looked over the interior of the saloon, as I pushed open the bat wing doors. The place was already cleaned from last nights rowdiness, the bar shined with a dark glow.

"Hey, Sam, If the lady doesn't want that cup, hand it over here" I called out to the burly bartender.

"You handled that card cheat well last night" I honestly complimented him "If you ever need a job, I need a good man like you, with a cool head"

In all truth, I did need another good deputy, the herds were getting larger and larger, and now there was talk of a large gold strike at the Forgotten Mine....

"Miss Kitty, You look as ravishing as usual" I told the beautiful redhead who stood above us....


OOC: HOpe this works, and the part wasn't taken. If any problems let me know, I can always adapt....

 

[Vespiris]

"Good morning Sherrif, Sam." I take the time to stretch slowly before decending the stairs with my usual poise. I smile, knowing exactly what the robe covers and what it does not.

"And Sherrif, get your own damn cup of coffee, that one is mine!" I laugh and claim the warm cup from Sam, meeting his eyes and smiling sweetly. Last night was entertaining.

"Sam dear, regardless of what I wear, you'll do fine. You know that."

I sigh and reach for the receipts, mulling over the issue of finding a new dealer. I hate losing one of my boys or girls. I try to treat them like family, a rowdy dysfunctional, incestuous family, but they're all my boys and girls none the less. Letting one go is always a bit of pain and finding someone new to fill the void is a diffuculty that I wish I could pawn off on someone else.

But such is life, and business. I hoped Sam had remembered to clean the basement, catching a cheat always made such a mess of things.

I turned my attention to the sherrif, uniforms just add something for me. He notices my appraisal and smiles. I grin back.

 

[sammyT]

I pull my other boot on, trying to hurry without being obvious.

"Festus?" Mrs. Brinkman coos from the kitchen "You aren't leaving are you? I could use another lesson in obeying the law from a fine deputy like you......teehee"

"Yes Ma'am, I gotta get goin or ole' Matt'll have my ass! And speakin of ass Mizz Brinkman, you sho nuff have a nice one"

Molly Brinkman, Mrs. Molly Brinkman (young wife of Pastor Brinkman) enters the room wrapped in a sheet with coffee in each hand. She drops the sheet, revealing firm, medium sized breasts and a shapely body. She hands Festus the coffee and climbs onto the bed

"Don't go Festus.....please?? I want some more lovin... You sure do have a big one, not like my god fearin' husband. Please?"

Festus stands, sips the coffee and eyes the lovely lady" I'll be back don't you worry. 'Cides, the pastor should be back any time. You don't wanna get caught with me here do ya sugar? Who would lead the choir on Sundays without you?"

Festus reaches down and roughly tweaks her left nipple and she squeals with pleasure "I'll be back next Wednesday same as always, I might bring a friend next time" Her eyes widen along with her smile. He turns and heads for the door........

 

[Tufflove]

Sam

Handing Kitty the cup, I watch her seat herself, her long legs showing themselves from inside the robe. Bending over, I give her a chaste kiss on the cheek, all that she allows in public, and murmur to her ear "Morning or night, you are always a vision"

Rising I turn to Matt, and greet him, seeing the look he always gives Kitty, similar to a puppy in love. "I'll get you that cup, Marshall, and then leave you two alone to discuss business, OK?"

Delivering the large hot mug, spiked the way he prefers it, I hesitantly leave as Kitty leans forward again gracing me with a another look at her full breasts.

"Thanks, Sam" She says to me with a smile "What would I ever do without you?"

"Find someone else to make the coffee, I guess" I laughed in reply "Now excuse me, I have to sweep up the basement, and check the cases"

Picking up my mug, I head for the stairs that take me to the lower levels....

 

[Tufflove]

Welcome, Festus...

OOC: Love your character, deputy....you horny devil you...

It's good you tend to the preachers flock so personally, I like a man who is "hands on" with his work....

Now perhaps we can find a lady ourselves, and show her the finer points of the basement?....

 

[Vespiris]

Miss Kitty

Compliments from Sam can always make me blush, especially when he whispers them like that. And he is remembering to clean up. Invaluble, that man is. Absolutely invaluble.

I take a sip of coffee and pull a long red curl away from my face before turning to smile at Marshall again.

"Just how urgent is this morning patrol of yours? Or could you let the law breakers sleep in today?" I smile, shift my long legs and sip my coffee, watching him react to the offer.

OOC: Deputy, its great to see you aboard! And if/when you and Sam take a girl downstairs know that I'm going to be jealous.

 

[Kimcankom]

Matt Dillon

As always, the sight of Kitty is as if I were hit by a physical blow, the impact of her raw sexuality is always stunning.

At her query, I smile and respond in more ways then one to her.

"The morning patrol is more of a courtesy, to let the other business owners see the law is out and working for them. Maybe you have a special problem, that needs my persoanl attention?"

Shifting my gunbelt, to relieve my own growing problem, I drain my too hot coffee, not noticing the sting of the burning liquid as she leans forward again, and speaks to me in a soft, teasing voice....

 

[Vespiris]

I smile as he gulps the hot coffee and answer him.

"Oh I do, Matt, I do..."

I let the phrase hang in the air with my eyes on his for a momnet before continuing.

"I wouldn't want to keep you from your duty to protect the public. But if you have the time, I'd love to see the law out and working for me."

His jaw works and I can't ignore his physical responce. I set my coffee cup on the counter and stand, looking over my shoulder at the man. "I believe I'm going to commit a crime upstairs, Sheriff."
I acended the staircase slowly and heard a gentle groan from behind me as my ass swayed under the satiny fabric.

"I'm coming, Ma'am" His feet resounded on the stairs as I ducked into my room. "you will be" I whispered.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Lana McPherson

OOC: Gunsmoke was a little....before my time. So give me a verbal nudge or two if I'm going in the wrong directions in interperting the other character's personalities...

Lana McPherson was a dreamer. She longed to become an actress, and despite her lack of luck in New York, she felt the West would give her another chance. San Francisco, a friend had eagerly told her, is the place to be. Working her way across the country in odd jobs, she was headed west, to the stages of California's grand theaters. This is no life for a woman, her mother's words still haunted her through her travels. Strong willed and determined it had been a rough journey, but success in ‘show biz' was so close she could almost smell it.

Petite with porcelain features on a delicately sculpted face, she knew she had the looks to make it in theater if only she were offered the chance. She kept her strawberry blonde curls tied back with a ribbon most of the time, especially while she was riding. Her body was considered quite "sellable," a quite distasteful job, but if that's what it would take to get her where she wanted to be...

The dusty streets of Dodge City were almost empty in the morning light. The aged wooden boards of the town's saloon called out to her as she rode closer. She hoped they would be in the need of a working girl or serving wench at the very least. Dismounting her chestnut quarter horse, Conquistador, she straightened the saddle pad and tied the reins in a loose knot to the hitching post outside. She picked up the ruffles of her striking red skirt as so not to get it dirty, and strode up to the saloon, heeled boots clicking on the wooden walkway.

Behind the bar a tall, good looking man was busy cleaning off glasses and artfully arranging the bottles of whiskey. Clearing her throat softly, she called out a cheerful greeting.

 

[Kimcankom]

Matt Dillon

Commit a crime, was that what she said, I wondered as I watched her hips sway up the steps...


Hmmm, maybe it was time to put these new fangled handcuffs to use?

Taking the steps two by two, I caught up to her as she opened the door to her room and we stepped inside.

"Pardon me, miss" I say in my mock, gruff voice "If you break the law in my town, I'll have to take you down ans search you for weapons, there is a gun ban inside the town's limits you realize"

Holding my breath, I watch in wonderment as the robe begins to slide off her creamy shoulders and she begins to turn around....

 

[Tufflove]

Sam

Returning from the basement, I was in time to watch the Marshal "hoof it" up the steps, and smiled to myself. What Kitty and Matt did in their own time was no concern of mine, and I would guarntee it stayed that way for anyone else.

Returning to the task of cleaning last nights glasses, I hear a sweet, almost musical voice call out to me and I turn to search out it's owner. What I saw was amazing, and a little out of place...

"Can I help you, Miss....?" I replied with a smile, for she was easy to look at, and smile at, to boot....

"Perhaps's a cup of coffee, at a table, where we can sit and chat?" I suggested, seeing the dust on her red dress, and the tired look on her petite features.

"You look as if you need a rest, and maybe an ear to listen to you, as it is" I continued, my eyes drinking in the full curves complimenting the petite frame.

"Being the floor boss does has its advantages" I thought to myself, "One of them being I was able to interview all the new employees!"

Carrying two mugs of steaming coffee to a nearby table, I offered her a chair, and asked as I seated her.

"I didn't catch your name, Miss, mine is Sam....just plain Sam, and I'm the bartender of this fine establishment, what can I do to help you?"

 

[Vespiris]

I slip the robe off my shoulders and reveal that I have not really dressed for the day. The silk pools on the floor around my toes as I turn around.

"I do believe that you are the only one of us carrying a concealed weapon. Unless you think I could hide something from you?"

I hold my arms out and let him scan my nakedness. I smile. "Close the door there dear, this is a private show." He obeys, hardly being able to tear his eyes away.

"And please tell me, what is the punishment for obstructing the duty of an officer?"

I glide to him and press against his chest, caressing his face. "For I plan to make you very deliquent in your patrolling today." Softly I begin kissing his neck as his hands run down the smooth skin of my back to grab my ass.

 

[Kimcankom]

Matt Dillon

"I usually put the very dangerous ones in solitary confinement" I tell Kitty as she sends shivers thru me with her carresses "And if they still look like trouble, I chain them to the bed, so they can't get away"

Feeling the satin skin, over her taut buttocks, I let my finger slide further between her ass, in search of the tight, heated hole I know is there.

"And you definately look like you are dangerous, armed with the most exquisite and deadly female charms. I would guess you are proficient in using them as well?"

Bending down, I carress her lips with mine, pressing against the soft lips urgently....

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Lana McPherson

She accepted the coffee with a genuine smile of gratitude, and raised the mug of almost-boiling liquid to her cherry red lips.

"Pleased ta meetcha, Sam. I'm Lana McPherson..."

She batted her eyelashes as if to emphasize this statement, giving him a once over as she clasped the coffee between her hands.

"...but all my friends call me Lannie. I would be much obliged if you'd do the same."

She perched herself on the edge of the rugged wooden chair. Crossing her legs and sitting in a stiff, ladylike fashion reminiscent of her 'proper' bringing up, she looked a little out of place in such a rough environment, but quite at home despite it.

"Actually, I was wonderin' if you were a'lookin' for some hired help. I'm not justa nother purty face, I can pull my weight and know how to get things done. Warshin' dishes, cleanin', servin'....whateva you need, I'm ya girl."

 

[Tufflove]

Sam

Sitting across the table, I watch the young lady like I have so many others before. But this woman is unique, in a way I can't quite put my finger on, yet...

Proud but not haughty, poor but not down on her luck, and looks that never quit, despite the dust covered appearance. Intelligence shined in her eyes, and a spirit unbroken by bad luck as well.

"As a cook, dishwasher or serving girl, you will make only pennies a day here" I informed her, watching her face fall at the dismal idea of living on such a modest fare "And we have all the help we need there anyways"

By the time you find a "crib" to live in, with another girl if you're lucky, you never get ahead" I continue, seeing her eyes turn downward as well now.

"But what we need here with the bosses approval of course, is another card dealer, who will take a percentage of the table, as well as room and board" I finished slowly "If you knew anything about cards, and were so inclined, you could make a good living and set aside enough in a few years to live comfortably"

Seeing her eyes raise, and a flicker of hope return to her face, I pressed on..."With your looks, and a little polish, the men would flock in to see you, and wouldn't mind loosing thier money at all."

Leaning back in my chair, the wood creaking from my weight as I settled into it, I waited for her reply.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Lana McPherson

She watched as he took her in with his warm gaze, wondering what he perceived of the woman in front of him. Adjusting her bodice and skirts rather self consciously she shifted slightly, listening to his job offer. Dealing was one of the many talents she had picked up while living hand to mouth these last few months.

Glancing around the saloon, she spotted three green felt-covered tables near the back, with a pack or two of dog eared cards on each. The stools clustered around each table looked a little worn around the edges, but all in all it seemed to be a pretty reputable place. And a good reputation meant good money.

Smiling almost giddily, she replied "I've been known to deal a killa' poker hand or two in my ca'reer..."

 

[Tufflove]

Sam

Smiling in return, the announcement by the young lady could "deal a killa' poker hand" was a pleasant surprise. Now for the "polishing"...

"There is one small detail left, the matter of dress" I tell her "My boss wouldn't dream of having our guests greeted by a lady in her "Sunday Best". They come here to drink, to gamble and to see something they don't see at home everyday. We supply all those things. I'll take you upstairs, show you your room and your uniforms you'll be required to wear."

Stepping away from the table, we walk up the flight of stairs to the rooms, and I show her the one she'll be calling home.

"It's not fancy, but it's clean, the linen is changed daily and the key to the lock is yours." I tell her almost apologetically, as I open the door and let her walk in first.

Watching her for a minute, as she turns and looks over her new surroundings, her face is unreadable. Walking over to a large closet, I open the double doors, revealing a long row of dresses.
Reaching in I choose another red dress, similar in color to the one she wears, but with a much lower cut neckline and hip hugging waist line.


"I hope you like your new home, Lannie, and I know we'll be great friends" I tell her honestly "You should try on some of the dresses, behind the changing panels, so they can be altered by the seamstress. If you don't mind, I'll wait and take them over after you've tried a few?"

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Lana McPherson

She accepted the key from him with a faint smile, and followed to peer into the large closet. He ran his fingers over the dresses and held one out to her. She appraised it...nothing more risque that what a few of the sleazier joints had goaded her into wearing. It made her look, to say the least, like an actress.

Draping her clothes neatly over the wooden chair behind the carved panels, she stripped to a bare minimum. The dress had sleeves that snugly fit over her shoulders, and a bodice that squeezed her curves until they were perfectly proportioned, her breasts straining against the silken material. Without the usual petticoats beneath it, the black skirt edged in crimson fell in a slim curve just brushing the floor. The back was fastened with a rather bothersome set of laces which she couldn't quite reach.

Stepping into the shiny heels, she sashayed her way into the room, slipping on a pair of elbow length black gloves to complete the outfit. Smiling demurely at him, she had a feeling he'd be more than willing to do her a favor.

"Sam, couldj'a be a doll an help me with these dratted laces?"

 

[Tufflove]

Sam

The difference in the lady that went behind the panels and the one that came out was stunning!
Gone was the demure and proper girl, replaced by a much more sultrier version. The dress enhanced her natural beauty, accenting her curves and the full breasts on her petite frame.

"My pleasure" I replied, tightening the laces, and tying themat the top of the material "The dress fits you well"

Stepping back, I admired the entire picture again, and nodded in approval. "You will do well" I predicted, then grew serious.

"House rules say you take no man to your bed you don't want, and any man caught forcing himself on one of our girls deals with the law." I tell her, gently and then go on...

"We're a family here, and we treat each other that way, break that rule and you're out, permanently"

"And last, and this being my rule, No one hurts the Boss, or they deal with me, first and last"

Grinning to offset the last few words, I bend over and give Lannie an affectionate peck on the lips, and am suprised at her response...

 

[Vespiris]

Miss Kitty

"And you definately look like you are dangerous, armed with the most exquisite and deadly female charms. I would guess you are proficient in using them as well?"

I blush and let him kiss me softly.

"You tell me"

On tiptoe I kiss him again, taking his tongue into my mouth and carefully running my teeth down it. I slip my hands up his back and press against him.

"Now, what was this about the really dangerous ones? Something about the bed?"

I look pointedly to the large four poster still in a state of disaray from my sleep. I find myself laughingly in his arms and laid onto the soft surface, his hands pinning my wrists as he is seated beside me.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Lana McPherson

She pressed her hand against the starched white shirt that was stretched over Sam's broad chest. She answered his kiss with something a little less than what her mother would have called lady-like. Almost surprised at her own actions, she lowered her gaze looking at the floor through her thick lashes, and tucked an out of place curl behind her ears.

It had been awhile since she had felt this way about a man. Of course there were the one night flings she seemed to manage in every town...but they were just a temporary fix. Most of the time those nights had been spent in the cold, scratchy hay of some wayward barn or a leaky miner's tent. They didn't exactly live up to her romantic views of the West.

Smoothing his slightly wrinkled collar with her hands, she let her arms drift back around his neck and whispered to him

"Sam, doll, you can tighten my laces anytime you please..."

 

[Tufflove]

Sam

Almost guiltily, I look into her eyes, hearing the tone of her words as well as them...For a flicker of an instant, I allow my normally "poker face" to soften, my eyes dropping their guard as well, and reply.

"Darlin', It's not often I let myself fall for a lady, specially when she rides outa the desert on a horse, but giv'n half a chance, I shur could get used to doin' this for ya"

Returning my lips to hers, this time I let the pent up passion in me loose, pulling her close to me. My hands find her bare, creamy shoulders and gently trace her neckline, teasing the nape of her hair, as my tongue presses against her lips, seeking entry...

Feeling the heat rush thru my chest, past my shoulders and onto my neck and face, I break the kiss with effort, and shame faced hang my head...

"Pardon my manners, Miss Lannie...It wasn't my intentions to take advantage of you" I mumbled, dropping my hands.. "The job is yours already, sure 'nough, and ya don't need me pawin ya"

Standing in front of Lannie's sweet face, I silently cursed myself...What in the hell had come over me? Normally a tumble in the hay was a mornings diversion, and no qualms were involved...and here I was, apologizing for doing what I had come up here for....

"You try on a few more dresses, perhaps the emerald green one, and I'll send one of the girls in to pin them" I suggested gently, trying to catch my breath "Would there be anything else ya might need, afor I go?"