Riding Cowboys in the Wild West (needs a few female whores and lots of men to visit)

[slippedhalo]

Deliah had been working at the Inn for three years now. Her girls, Sara, Lucy, Jeanette, Maria and Fawn, came to work for her over time, after the local prostitutes realized it would be better to band together and share profits for the protection of the Inn's owners and bartenders than to keep at their trade on their own. There was more safety in numbers and higher pay in organization...Deliah had sort of turned into the leader of this group and if the Inn wasn't used for all sorts of business, legitimate and otherwise, she would have called it her whorehouse but it really was an Inn first, and not really anything belonging to her, second.

James Kendall and his cousin Tom Forrest were the true owners. A fact she was reminded of every second sunday evening when Tom would come for his share of ther girl's profits as rent and James would come by for his payment in services rendered, a thing he needed since he was still a bachelor at nearly forty years old. Tom was married. His shrew of a wife came around every once in a while and the girls all had to pretend to be respectable bar maids or clientelle instead of whores for her benefit. The only reason Deliah and her girls ever conspired to go along with Tom's lie to his wife was because there was usually a pretty handsome payment in cash as soon as the wife was gone.

Deliah sighed and sat at her table near the window. She tidied her red hair and pinked her cheeks just as James opened the doors for the after dinner crowd. It was a friday night. She hoped the bar and tavern would be busy tonight and that she'd get some new clientelle interested in herself or one of her girls. She caught the eye of Lucy from across the room and the other girl winked. Her dazzling smile ready to greet any who came into the Inn. It was time to get to work...

OOC: This takes place during the Wild West. ''Deliah's girls'' (different from each other and my character in appearance), are all filled now and James and Tom.

It's open to anyone wishing to stop in for business, a drink, a little company from Deliah or the girls...
We like cowboys. Come one over boys!

 

[slippedhalo]

Deliah MacHumphrey
Age: 23

Being the best with reading, writing, and figures and being smart at investing has made Deliah the leader of the bunch of prostitutes at the inn. Her prostitute mother (Moira) had been a teacher when she was younger and had taught Deliah a great deal by day. Deliah was even sent to an expensive private boarding school by her mother from age eleven to age sixteen. She left school a year before graduating when her mother had been killed by a vicious 'John'/' client'. 'Deliah had trouble paying her mother's debts after her death. Deliah started out working as a barmaid at a different inn, working her way up but was fired over a rent dispute. Soon she'd resorted to becoming a prostitute at this inn alongside Lucy, soon, she was helping Lucy with her bills, then recruiting other girls...The rest is history.

She looks like a slightly more voluptuous version of my sig pic, with longer, wavy hair and lips which are legendary for their taste and talents.

 

[marauder13]

James Kendall

James opened the doors of the Whistler's Inn, thinking of the how good it will be with the room full of people having a good time, and spending their hard earned dollars. He and Tom had worked hard to get the place going, and he was glad that the effort paid off.

Of course, his biggest coup was getting the girls working for them. That boosted the patronage quite nicely. Deliah had a good eye for her girls, and she looked after them well. And he made sure that they were looked after and cared for. No one got rough with them, unless the girl was in the mood for it. And he enjoyed their company from time to time too. Each of them had their own attractions, and he only favoured Deliah above the rest.

He still had what it took for a man just past 40. His dark brown hair was flecked with gray, and a solid patch of gray at the temples. He was carrying a little more weight than he should, but he was not fat. He was a solid 6'2" tall, and still walked with a grace that most long time horse riders had.

He smiled fondly at Lucy as she worked behind the bar. He walked over to where Deliah was sitting. He sat himself down, looking at the lustrous flaming red hair. Hair that spoke of the fire in her belly that he always managed to stoke quite well.

"I've got a good feeling about tonight, Deliah. I think it's going to do a good trade. For us all." The trickle of patrons started through the door, and James leaned back in the chair, watching the room coming alive.

 

[beautiful_lie]

Sara Archer

Sara had followed Deliah down, walking just a few steps behind the redhead. Sara had been the first one to join Deliah in this Inn and she never regretted the decision. She had a place to stay and the cash kept pouring in. It was as good as a life that she could ever have. Her grey eyes landed on Lucy, who as usual, was downstairs keeping her hands occupied. Sara noted that it was a Friday night and that was usually when she would get a couple of her regulars in. Of course, Sara wouldn’t mind having some new faces around. They kept things exciting. And Sara liked exciting.

Her dark brown hair was hanging loose down her back and she had on a pale pink dress that showcased her full breasts. She swished her dress as little as she made her way to the door. “Good evening, Mr Kendall.” Sara called over, as he went to the table where Deliah was at. It didn’t bring out the green eyed monster in her that James preferred Deliah. No, Sara was much more interested in Tom, who was most likely at home with his wife this evening. But whores couldn’t be choosers. Reaching the door, Sara opened it to greet the various customers coming in. She was pleased to see eyes fixed on her as her pink lips curved up into a smile for each male that walked in.

 

[slippedhalo]

Deliah smiled as James discussed good business. She and he had that in common, a healthy love of numbers, especially when the numbers meant counting cash they'd earned. Her girls looked lovely this evening and she herself was wearing her favorite emerald green dress which accentuated her milky white skin and fire red hair beautifully. She was striking but not very voluptuous and fleshy like some of her other girls. She made up for her lack of excess flesh in gusto under the covers, and the poutiest, most talented lips this side of the Grand Canyon. James knew that well enough and she purred as he squeezed her thigh secretly beneath the table, "Business first, James-honey....but you know I'd love to keep you warm tonight if my bed isn't full."

 

[marauder13]

"I appreciate the offer, Deliah, but it would be better for us all if someone else was warming that bed of yours tonight. And in that dress, you're sure to get plenty of interest." He did like Deliah, but theirs was a business relationship, built on mutual trust. He trusted her to keep her girls in good health, and working hard, and she trusted him to keep them safe and well paid.

He also told them that he wouldn't take any of their money from them when it was time for them to pay their rent. But they'd have to pay in other ways. He would normally enjoy two of them each time. Not at the same time, though. He preferred to enjoy them fully, rather than split his attentions. And Deliah was included in the scheme too, even though she kept herself in his good books in other ways.

"Do you want anything to drink, Deliah? I'm going to get myself one." He stood up, walking behind her and running his hand from one shoulder to the other, brushing his fingers through her hair as he passed.

 

[slippedhalo]

She knew the routine. He offered the girls drinks but in reality it was usually just cold sweet tea or sugared water so they'd appear to be drinking the same alcoholic brews their clientelle were drinking and getting just as drunk but in reality they were always sober and ready to work. She winked and asked for some whiskey. He brought her the "whiskey" she'd asked for. Iced tea.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Jeanette Blackadder

Jeanette quietly opened the door and entered the inn and closed it behind her as she offered Mr. Kendall a friendly smile and then waved her fingers in a wave to Deliah, Lucy and Sara as she returned from an errand. Reaching up she untied the cloak that covered her garnet red long dress and curvy figure and folded it over her arm as she moved closer to the bar and placed it behind it out of the way.

wandered into the inn in search of work. Back then she was a little firmer but not by much she still looks good for a woman of twenty-six. She was still great in the sack, and when her corset dropped her breasts didn’t.

Reaching up she touched her hands against her chestnut locks making sure the majority of it was still pinned fully to the back of her head while the rest dangled down her back in loose curls. Turning she looked into the mirror behind the bar and made sure she looked respectable, even if she was a ‘painted lady’, whore, prostitute or whatever she was called, she still like to look good for the customers, they paid the rent.

Grabbing her breasts she pushed them up and moved them back and forth making sure just the right amount swelled up over the tight corset, she smoothed her long garnet gown and stepped from around the bar and sighed softly as she readied herself for work as she looked around quietly.

“Evening Mr. Kendall, Deliah, ladies.”

 

[USWMachine]

As the woodend doors to the inn slowly creeped open, a long shadow slid across the room from the west Texas sun.

Click..Clack

The sounds of brown leather boots and the attached spurs to them tapped across the wooden floor as the man dressed in a long dark duster and a cowboy hat slowly made his way over to one of the tables that sat close to the bar.

He slide one of the chairs out and slowly took a seat before slipping the dark brown hat off of his head.

Brown hair sat on top of his head, hanging to the middle of his ears, and dark blue eyes that looked almost wicked, looked around the brothel. The dark slivers of short brown almost black hairs that sat across his cheeks and chin like a five o' clock shadow couldn't hide the attractiveness that was clearly there with the tall cowboy.

It also couldn't hide who he was.

This was Jake Sampson, not an outlaw, but a man known across the south as a mercenary of sorts. He should be arrested, but he was just way too useful for the law. Covering tracks for them and doing things that were against the judicial system. He did the dirty work, and he was very good at it.

He was also known as very charming however, and the women of these downs often spread rumors from town to town of his sexual appetites, as he never left a town without spreading his seed throughout. He was quite positive that he was the father of many children, but never was around to find out.

 

[slippedhalo]

Deliah looked up from her conversation with James and her drink at the bar to notice the tall figure of the infamous Jake Sampson. She'd heard of him. He was not a regular in this town but she had met him only just once....she'd never forgotten because he was one of the few men who could make even a whore blush. Her eyes took in his appearance and she grew curious what his tastes were these days and if they still included redheads.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

The warm evening breeze blew on in behind the cowboy as the doors open and closed. She turned her head and watched him enter, the sound of his boot heels and spurs clicked against the wooden flooring.

The tail of his leather duster flow out from behind him as he walked, her blue eyes followed him, watching each and every movement he made as he took a seat close to the bar. She eyes moved along his face, then back up as he removed his hat, she sighed softly and turned back away and looked out the window, usually the stage would pass through town about then, maybe no need this trip she thought as she let the curtain fall again sliding her fingers back from it.

Her eyes followed Lucy, as she approached the customer, listening to her voice as she held a strong accent, always enjoying the way she sounded as Jeanette herself never really picked one up she kept the Yankee sound.

 

[USWMachine]

Blue eyes slid up to the curvy waitress. He had seen her before, but he had never gotten a chance to break her in.

The last time he was in town, it was merely a stopthrough to get to another place, and unfortunatly he was only able to get with one of them. The redhead. He didn't remember her name, in fact he rarely remembered any of their names. He went through women like most women went through attires.

He remembered he paid her well and that she was definitly a good whore. She could barely walk the next day after he had her, and as he walked out of the inn that day he remembered some of the other girls asking her why her lips were a little more swollen than usual.

That always made him smile.

"Whiskey please." A small smile crossed his lips as he answered the busty waitress, admiring her physique.

 

[USWMachine]

Jake took a sip of the whiskey and looked around the bar. He immediatly noticed the redhead that had plowed into the last time he was riding through this town and smiled, he also saw a large chested woman strapped in a tight corset.

His eyes looked around the bar and also noticed that there wasn't an abundance of customers at the time being.

Lucky for him he had plenty of money, and time to spare.

A smirk crossed his lips and then he pointed and both of the women he was just looking at.

"Yeah I'd like them two for a couple of hours."

He took another sip of his whiskey and then looked up at his waitress.

"And after them I'll have you for a half hour."

Most men he had seen that went into places like this were very shy, or very timid acting on what they wanted, Jake however had no problems. They were whores and he treated them like it. Besides, often he would have them wanting him to come back. He was sure he was alot better to them then alot of the five minute men that popped in and out. Better then the pump and squirt crowd.

 

[irishcollegeguy]

Tom Stanley

Tom
5'10
180lbs
Black hair and green eyes

Tom was late to the Inn because he had an argument with his bitch of a wife. The only thing that kept him sane through the sham of the marraige was the Inn, and the girls of course. As he neared, he smile, remembering tonight was rent day for the girls. Of course, he never accepted cash. The girls had a much better currency. His favourite was Deliah, the ringleader. She had a body to die for. Of course, the other girls were just as great, but Deliah really got his blood flowing.

 

[slippedhalo]

Deliah came to the man's table and she smiled at him as Jeanette was moving to follow her there as well. She greeted him softly, "Hello, Jake. It's been some time. I hope you know the rates have gone up slightly with the times having gotten harder, economy wise...It's twenty-five per girl, usually...but for a group of us I can cut it down a bit, twenty-two-fifty each...because I remember you quite fondly." she explained in her sweet, yet no-nonsense manner which kept most of her clientelle comfortable despite the business they discussed. "If that's agreeable to you we can find a nice room to retreat to for a while. Unless you'd like to have a few drinks first."

 

[GeekyLove]

John Putnam
19
5'10"
178 lbs.

John was a preacher's son. He had never been with a woman before but was damned if he was going to stay that way for long. He had always resented his strict upbringing which frowned upon women, drink, and cards. Now, that he had earned some money on a cattle drive and was beginning to come into his own, he was determined to live life like he wanted to live it. He had heard about Delilah's business at the Inn from one of the other men on the drive, and it sounded like the perfect place for him to shed himself of the restrictions of his upbringing.

He entered the bar and scanned it. There were several beautiful women there. He took a seat. He was a bit nervous.

 

[irishcollegeguy]

Tom stode through the door and took in the familar sights and smells. He noticed a few regulars and some newcomers. The smells filled up his nostrils, the cigar smoke, the beer and the very faint smell of sex. He loved this place, probably more now that the girls had taken up residence. He nodded to some of the girls who were already hard at 'work'.

"James, how are things looking tonight?"

 

[vixenmilf]

Fawn

It was Fawn's first night at work...Deliah a stunning red head that was in charge of the girls had hired her the night before. Fawn had light brown hair that fell just below her shoulders she always wore it loose. her dazling blue eyes would sparkle with each smile she would grant. She had a tight little body weighing in at only about 100 pounds soaking wet and her breasts were small yet very perky. One of her jobs was to serve the men their drinks and of course flirt a little with them.

 

[USWMachine]

Jake smiled politely as he drank on the new glass of whiskey and looked over Deliah.

"I figured they would, I'm good with the prices."

The steel blue eyes looked around and noticed more and more customers starting to fill the inn.

"We can just do you and myself for now, if thats going to take away from your ladies. "

He looked over at one of the rooms and back to her.

"Promise not to act like a lady back there?"

 

[HermesVoice]

Alistair Lloyd cringed as the stagecoach rolled into town. As the driver slowed, he could see the usual shabby storefronts, row after row of clapboard buildings, the deep ruts in the sorry excuse for a main street that signaled the place would turn into a morass with every strong rain. “Another backwater shithole,” he muttered. Instantly he winced, turning to the pretty blonde at his right. “Deepest apologies, madame,” he offered tipping his hat and bowing his head slightly toward her.

“You say somethin’?” growled the whiskey-breathed passenger across from him. Lloyd swiveled to face the speaker, from the corner of his eye noting the woman turn distastefully to peer out the window as the stage slowed further. For himself, Lloyd couldn’t blame her. The dog had boarded a day prior and gotten himself progressively more drunk with the passing of the miles. Crooked grin attached firmly, the thin Welshman considered briefly whether he should finally put the beast in its proper place. The comfortable weight of his Enfield revolver was never far from his hand, and he had little doubt of the outcome should he be forced to use it.

Still … there was the lady.

And the law. Bad enough he could never go home again, he didn’t need to risk his opportunities in this land of his exile. He shifted his hand away and tipped his hat to the drunkard.

“Nothing worth repeating, my good man,” he smiled more broadly.

The swine grunted as the stage came to a jerking halt and the driver swung down. Lloyd sighed as he exited and took note of what little the place had to offer. His needs were simple, after all. A good bath; some dining; a room … and a card game. Preferably one with real money on the line.

Looking around, Alistair feared he’d find none of these things in this measly village, but taking a suggestion from the driver, he made to the local saloon. Entering the place, he felt his spirits brighten a bit. For all the shabbiness of the town, the place seemed to offer some possibilities. The wood of the bar glowed even from here: mahogany most likely, and the mirror behind looked like genuine silvered. Possibilities indeed he thought, moving to the bar and signaling the man behind the counter.

 

[slippedhalo]

Jake smiled politely as he drank on the new glass of whiskey and looked over Deliah.

"I figured they would, I'm good with the prices."

The steel blue eyes looked around and noticed more and more customers starting to fill the inn.

"We can just do you and myself for now, if thats going to take away from your ladies. "

He looked over at one of the rooms and back to her.

"Promise not to act like a lady back there?"

Deliah laughed at Jake's joke and turned to her counterpart at the table, Jeanette, and said softly, "Darling, why don't you see about entertaining one of those new fellas which just stepped in here. That cowboy there is looking rather uncomfortable. I think you could coax him further inside...I'll take care of Jake for now." she then nodded to her and smiled at Jake, curling her finger in a gesure which beckoned him to follow her upstairs to her room. "I'll be whatever you need me to be for the next hour or so, sir. It's more than my job, it's my pleasure."

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Jeanette heard the sound of the wheels of the stage come down through the dusty town, she raised her slender hand and peeked out the window, as it came to a halt and the gentleman step from it as the coach door was opened for him. By this time the inn was filling up with men, the owner tom had graced their presence and took a seat with James his right hand man, as they spoke business. Jeanette tried not to listen in on conversations that were none of her business.

The curtain slipped from her fingers as the Inn door opened once again, the warm breeze blew in once more. She turned slowly and faced the crowd gathering and knew it was time to place her ass to work.

Taking in a deep breath she smoothed over the lower half of her dress and placed a smile upon her painted face, swiftly she moved around the tables and stopped and offered greetings to those who she knew, and a smile to those she didn’t.

Stopping at the bar she checked out the new man, and offered a greeting to him.

“Evening and welcome to the inn.” Her voice was soft, she had no accent like most, so she stuck out like a sore thumb during conversation.

 

[GeekyLove]

John sat at his table. It seemed everyone was ignoring him. He feared he looked too innocent for the establishment. And he probably was. But he wanted to change that. All the girls seemed to be finding a man and he was being left to himself. He wanted to go approach one but he was too shy. It wasn't like he wasn't good looking. He'd often been complimented on his innocent boyish demeanor with blond hair and blue eyes.

He looked around. He wanted some alcohol and even more importantly he wanted one of these women to rid him of his innocence.

 

[slippedhalo]

As she led Jake up the stairs she noticed a shy looking cowboy eying her new girl, Fawn and smiled proudly as she watched Fawn make a shyly seductive effort to smile at him. He also seemed to be watching Lucy with equal attraction but Lucy was attending to a couple of different conversations at the moment and her smile to him was only polite. Sara watched him from her spot and began to move toward him, hopefully in effort to get to know him better, Deliah, realized. She wasn't worried. Her girls would work it out between them in her brief absence, they always did quite well and the clients were always satisfied in the end. She set her concerns about the saloon aside for the time being and instead prepared herself for her first client of the evening, and one who she recalled as being a very challenging one. He liked to treat whores like whores and rode them harder than workhorses. From her memory every hole in her body ached when he had finished with her the last time he'd visited...She was half looking forward to this and half just hoping she'd make it through the rest of the night after servicing him...

 

[USWMachine]

Jake walked up the stairs with the redheaded vixen, his left hand holding her smooth right one and his right one holding his large cowboy hat.

As soon as the door closed behind them Jake began unbuttoning his shirt looking over the red head. His chest was very muscular from when he grew up on the farm as a young man. It had maintained that from some of the dirty things he had to do to get in a prime position to take care of his targets.

After the shirt was off, his hands went to the belt that held his pants up and slid them down as well.

His boots were still on as the pants hit the tops of the leather that covered his feet. Between his legs was the same thing that Deliah had remembered from the first time, the same thing that made all of her holes sore and had plowed many women's fields. Single, married, whores, wives and daughters of preachers, he had fucked his way across the wild west and he had a damned good time doing it too.

It hung there, not even erect, but looking larger than most. It was over half a foot long soft, with a pair of large testicles that sat behind it. He had an entire month until his next stop, and he planned on using the fat cock that swung between his legs on every piece of ass in town.. at least twice.