Southern Hospitality

[SuthrnKit10]

OOC: Okay all, been a while since I've been on literotica as SuthrnSatyn, and I've dearly missed some of you wonderfully talented writers! I've started this as a completely open thread, so feel free to jump in with both feet, clothing optional of course!!

IC: Alex let loose with a string of curses and pounded her fist on the steering wheel of her pickup as the damn thing refused to budge another inch. Wonderful, she thought. She was supposed to be in San Antonio to pick up a gleaming new double horse trailer and two paint geldings her father had purchased last week. He was already in a foul mood this week after losing his best trainer to another, more profitable horse ranch. He was not going to be pleased with the delay, especially since he had warned her about taking her rusted old Toyota halfway across Texas. She could have taken the full size Chevy with its tilt seats and air conditioning, but it wasn't hers. The Toyota was really hers, paid for out of her hard earned money, and she felt like it was a bit of a betrayal to pass it over for the newer Chevy. Besides, she liked riding with the windows down, blaring music from one of the only three radio stations the truck was able to pick up.
She jumped down out of the cab and looked around. She had been aiming for the little hole in the wall restaurant up on the left, but the Toyota had been content to stop and provide her with at least a half-mile walk. Sending an evil look at the dashboard, Alex reached back in and across to the passenger seat, plopping the black felt cowboy hat over her wind-tangled hair before slamming the door and heading towards the restaurant.
Sweating and still cursing, Alex had no idea the fetching picture she presented, even on the side of a dusty old highway. She wore her black leather cowboy boots, tipped with silver and so worn in they felt like a second skin. Her snug Levi's were faded along the inner knees from hours of saddle rubbing followed by thorough washing. A black tank top revealed arms that were tan and sinewed, and the material fit close against the soft curves of her breasts. Finally reaching the restaurant, she walked through the door and paused a moment, letting her eyes become accustomed to the slightly dimmer light inside. Her face was flushed and pink, her emerald eyes wide and watchful as she scanned the contents of the room. A cute little blonde waitress was behind a long bar at one side of the place, looking friendly, if a bit frazzled. Two old geezers sat along another wall, talking companionably and sparing Alex only the briefest glance. Three ladies sat around one table, their expressions wary but still curious. Her best hope looked to be a table of guys sitting just left of the bar, four in all, and all dressed in beat up jeans and dusty boots. Whatever it was they did for a living, from the looks of it, it wasn't done sitting behind a desk. A handsome devil with dark hair caught her eye and smiled invitingly. Another, as blonde as his friend's was dark, tipped his John Deere cap in her direction. The other two were seated with their backs to her, but they turned and surveyed her nonetheless.
Taking a deep breath, Alex gathered her nerve.

"I'm sorry to bother you folks, but do any of you know where I might find a phone around here?"

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sandra

The china cup slipped through Sandy's fingers, smashing into a thousand pieces on the recently cleaned tile floor, that took a good half hour to damp mop proper. Coffee splashed over the shoes and panty hoses of her green-piped, basic white waitresses outfit, surely staining them for good.

Shit. This just adds to my great day.

Her alarm hadn't gone off this morning, and she had been awakened by the telephone instead. It was her closest friend, a woman with whom she also boarded her horse, calling to say her beloved Appaloosa mare was in fact lame and unrideable for at least the next week. The stacks of bills were piling up on the kitchen table, the weight of their masses practically threatening to collapse it. As she took her customary hot shower, she was relieved to see the swelling and bruises on her arm and side were less noticeable. Some girls get flowers, others get diamonds, and he gives me....this, she thought bitterly of her boyfriend who had stormed out last night in a fit of rage.

Lost in self pity, her hand slipped embedding a biting shard of ceramic into her tender skin. Gritting her teeth she pulled it out, wrapping her hand in a dish towel. The bell over the front door jingled and she stood up. The pair of old geezers were still leering at her from their posts against the far wall, who tried to catch a glimpse down the front of her loose uniform everytime she bent to refill their coffee.

A woman entered, looking as if she hadn't had a particularly enjoyable day so far either. Putting on her best 'would you like fries with that?' smile, Sandy answered the woman's question about the phone with a nod in the general direction of an alcove followed by

"Pay phones right back there, hon."

 

[AmenRa]

Just a country sheriff

Sheriff Robert Jennings came into the restaurant at his usual time. He always came in to get a glass of the best iced tea around here, well, except for maybe the one his momma makes.

Bobby was tall, and still worked out like he did when he was a Marine. He reckoned that he just wasn't gonna get a pot-belly like some of his deputies did. Bobby was a serious man. He was serious about law enforcement. Everyone around knew they could trust him. Crime was low here. Well, as low as it could be.

He remembered seeing the broke down truck up the road a ways. He had stopped and run the tag, and he had made the usual cursory inspection of it before he moved on. When he saw the gorgeous cowgirl headed back towards the pay phones, digging for change, he figured it was probably hers.

Stepping quickly towards her as she reached the phone, he removed his brown campaign hat and gave her his best country gentleman smile.

"I reckon you're the driver of that pickup down the road a piece?"

 

[Turk-Rakker]

IC...

"Pay phones right back there, hon." the waitress nodded at the well stacked and dusty gal who'd just entered.

"How'd ya like to jumpon summathat?"
His blond haired buddy elbowed him roughly.

Randy 'Turk' Rakker, three months out of jail and odd job driftin through Texas was sorely tempted to "jumpon summathat" but decided on a more tactful approach.

"You can use my cellphone Ma'am...it's free"
He winked at Sandy.
He stood up, all six feet two of him, a long lanky frame and tipped his hat.
He didn't look like a guy with a cellphone.

She seemed at a loss as to which offer to take.
Turk quickly speared the phone from John Kruggers shirt pocket and walked over to Alex ignoring Kruggers flustered protests.
He held it out.

"Don't mind him he's just my boss and see...like I told you it's free."


OOC...Randy Rakker, "Turk" is tall, lean, black haired suntanned to a near mahogany and gray eyed.
He's a roustabout and has worked everything from Carny's to running barbed wire. He's good on a horse and good with a woman. Oh my but he is a heartbreaker...
I post at LIT under another name as well.

 

[Turk-Rakker]

OOC...cross posted.
Alex follow which ever lead you want, I'm adaptable.

 

[SuthrnKit10]

Welcome!

OOC: Kewl, looks like we got ourselves a little gathering here!

IC: Alex felt her mouth hanging open as her eyes slid back and forth between the sheriff, who's body looked like it had been poured with cement, and the tall, dark and sinful stranger who was holding out a cell phone to her.

Way to go, stand here like a damn baby bird waiting for a worm! She gave herself a mental kick and put on a lopsided grin.

"Thanks doll, I won't be long, I promise," she assured him, accepting the cell phone and dialing her father's number. The sherriff stood by with hat in hand, and she remembered belatedly that he had asked her a question.

"I'm sorry, sherriff, yeah, that's my pick-up down the road, it died on me about twenty minutes ago. I guess I'll have to get it towed to the closest mechanic ....," she trailed off as her father picked up.

Turning her back to the two men, she wandered over to the bar, explaining her predicament to her father. He blustered and cursed, just like she'd expected, but finally agreed to send one of the other hands down to pick up the horses.

"I'll head back that way as soon as I get the 'Yota fixed," she assured him, and hung up. Turning, she handed the cell phone back to Mr. Tall and Tan. She offered him a simple thanks and a sweet smile before moving to take a stool at the bar. She noticed the sherriff still standing to one side and sighed, the events of the day catching up with her. "I'm sorry Sherriff, I'm sure you got more to ask me, but can I grab a beer first? It's been one hell of a day."

She turned her attention to the blonde waitress who was nursing an injured hand. Alex's eyes skimmed over her, taking in the coffee stains and exhausted shadows under her eyes. The lack of spark in her eyes told Alex there was probably a man behind all her misery. Sympathetic, but not one to pry, Alex offered her an apologetic smile before asking, " Whenever you get a chance hun, can I get a Bud Light? In a bottle if you don't mind."

She plopped down on the stool and dropped her hat beside her, rubbing the back of her neck with both hands.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sandy

She managed to grin back at Turk, and followed his lithe movements with her eyes. Adjusting her hat in the reflective chrome of the coffee pot, she knew she could never pass for gorgeous or stunning. But cute, she was. A cheerleader throughout highschool, and a definite local, her soft Texas draw and short, bobbed blonde hair had always helped immensely in the men department.

She overheard some of the cellphone conversation...poor girl. Returning the smile of the woman hunched over the counter, she handed her a chilled bottle and fished under the counter for a bottle opener.

Fetching a napkin and pouring a tall glass of ice tea, she placed them in front of Robert.

"Afternoon, Sheriff"

 

[SuthrnKit10]

Waving off her offer of a bottle opener, Alex twisted the cap off with her bare hand and flipped it into the trash can sitting just behind the bar. She turned, resting her elbows on the bar to find Mr. Tall and Tan still watching her, though he had returned to his seat.

"Thanks again for the phone. I'm Alex ... ," she let the sentence drop, wondering if he'd continue to just watch her or offer his name in return. She couldn't hide a quirk to the side of her lips as she admitted either one would be just fine with her.

 

[AmenRa]

Sheriff business

Jennings' radio crackled something unintelligible, and the sheriff muttered something equally unintelligible into his lapel mic. He sat down on the stool, and took the offered glass of tea.

"Thank you, maam," he said, as he always said. He got the usual smile. Robert glanced at Turk out of the corner of his eye. He knew Turk's kind of people. Drifters. Jennings didn't much care for them. But Turk was as welcome in the small town just. So long as he didn't cause any trouble. Jennings didn't like trouble. Jennings figured Turk was one of those who could be trouble if he wanted to. Then again, so could just about everybody.

Robert watched Sandy as she worked. He always liked Sandy. He had, on many occassions, wanted to talk to her, to get to know her. It wasn't easy for him. The badge, the gun, the large brimmed Stetson, and the mirrored Ray-Bans exuded the type of man he was. A respected Texas law man. One who was to be feared by criminals. But, inside, Jennings was as afraid as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs at the thought of talking to a pretty girl. Especially Sandy.

Jennings took a swallow of tea, and nodded when Sandy looked up at him. Of course it tasted as good as it always did. Sandy smiled. Damn what a smile.

"Reckon that truck is gonna have to be moved right shortly, maam," Jennings said to the cowgirl. "That's a state highway there, and the Department of Public safety will tow it if it sits there too long."

 

[Turk-Rakker]

Turk leaned over and muttered a few words to Krugger who nodded grudgingly.

"Sheriff," He said getting up once again.
"THis poor gal is high and dry as mesquite on the mesa, now let's show her we can have a soft and fuzzy side too"
He crossed the room and stood in close proximity to the "poor gals" tight and shapely, jean clad ass.

"Alex, Mister Krugger says I can run you back to your truck in his van. I'm a fair shade tree mechanic and If I can't fix it, I'll take you into Alpine and we'll round up Chet Murphy at the Amoco."
He put his hand on her shoulder,

"How 'bout it?"

 

[AmenRa]

Sheriff Jennings

Jennings managed to smile as he said, "That sure is awful kind of you, mister. I reckon the lady's father would appreciate that."

 

[SuthrnKit10]

Alex tipped back her head and finished the last swallow of beer, then threw a ten down on the counter and nodded for the waitress to keep the change. She turned her attention back to the drifter and once again found herself thanking him for his help. She hopped off the stool and realized in an instant that her knight in dusty blue jeans was even taller close up. She had a sudden image of jumping up to wrap her legs around his waist as she kissed him deeply. Somehow she knew he'd have to trouble holding her up.

Sweet Jesus, she'd only met the poor guy five minutes ago!! She felt a warm blush spread up her cheeks and hoped any onlookers would assume it was from the blistering Texas heat. It didn't help that he was watching her like a hawk, a mischevious twinkle in his eyes. Reining in her hormones as best she could, she grabbed her hat and followed him to the door.

 

[Turk-Rakker]

The white Dodge van was covered in mud and looked pretty disreputable.
She put her hands on her hips and stood in the doorway looking at it.
"Who'd you say you worked for?"

Turk walked over to the passenger door and scraped away some dirt.
Vardeman Ranch...Alpine Texas

"You work for Vardeman do you?"
Memories of a night in the back of a caddy convertable with Lee Vardeman Junior...

"I work for Krugger, I never met Vardeman.
Come on honey let's vamoose."
He held the door open for her...he called her 'honey'

Alex climbed inside. The interior smelled of dust, sweat and tobacco...male territory.

Turk swung in behind the wheel, tossing his hat behind the seat.
His hair was long nearly black...He looked at her and grinned.
"This beats stringing wire Alex...I owe you a beer."

He swung out on to the highway and as he checked for traffic she couldn't help noticing the bulge of a big healthy cock under the faded denim of his jeans.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sandy

Following the couple out the door with her eyes, she offered another smile as Turk held the door open with a flourish. Wouldn't mind a side order or two of THAT. She chided herself, she still had a boyfriend and if he ever found out she would ever even consider looking at another man there would be hell to pay...

Turning to the muscular man, the uniform accenting a look of determination in his eyes, she had to admire his becoming sheriff over all the eager and bright young men that longed after that coveted position. Not that a place like this needed a Sheriff...the most excitement they ever got were a couple of vandals dangerously armed with cans of spray paint, like the ones who had broken Mr. Gregor's grocery store window last week.

"Find anythin' more bout those vicious criminals I've heard talk of?"

Not that it was any Sherlock Holmes caliber case, in fact almost anyone could tell you it was a few highschool guys from the next town over just itchin' to cause mischief. But she asked anyway, it was something to hold her end of the conversation up as she walked from behind the counted and started wiping down tables.

 

[SuthrnKit10]

"I might just hold you to that offer of a beer, as soon as we get this hunk of junk off the road," Alex admitted, waving absently at her truck as they pulled off the road in front of it. Her eyes roamed slowly over Turk as he cut the engine and stepped out of the truck. He had a nice ass, and she watched him just a bit longer than necessary, just long enough to make him turn and look back to see if she was going to follow. A slow heat unfurled in the pit of her stomach, and she took her time getting out, knowing he was watching her. Walking across to her own vehicle, Alex propped one booted foot up on the bumper and leaned over, straightening a make-believe crease in her jeans. She was well aware of the view she was providing, and even more aware of the effect it was having on her companion.

Throwing a heated look and a slow grin over her shoulder she asked, " So handsome, shall we take a look under the hood?"

 

[Turk-Rakker]

"Sure...C'mon over, let's take a look."
His fingers hooked under the lip of the hood and felt arouind till they found the latch that released it. he raised it with one hand and seeing that it would not stay up by itself he called her again.

"Alex give me a hand here, I'm having trouble keeping it up."
He grinned at her, obviously pleased with his choice of words.
The smile didn't leave her face as she walked over. Their hands brushed when she releived him of holding the hood and Turk's mind drifted rapidly away from the immediate problem.
With her arms s raised above her head, her breasts were poking holes in her tank top and Turk felt himself rising hard and fast against the hot metal of the grill.
He licked his dry lips and reluctanatly turned to the recalcitrant engine.

"Alex, you got no idea how much I hate to fiddle with these goddam things." He said over his shoulder,
"and if I didn't think I'd have a chance of gittin' in those tight assed jeans of yours I wouldn't be doin' it...Got a screwdriver?"

 

[AmenRa]

viscious criminals

Jennings watched her as she went to the tables. The slight lift of her leg as she leaned over to wipe them caused her waitress skirt to ride up just a little. Sheriff thought he might blow a fuse right there. Sandy had the absolute nicest pair of legs he had ever seen. He caught himself staring at them, following them up to where they melded into the shapely ass, over which the waist that had the strings of her apron tied in a pretty bow. He started thinking about what it would be like to see her bend over that table, push that skirt up around her hips and take her from behind.

Jenning realized that he was staring at her ass. He also realized that if he didn't stop, his dick would be so hard you couldn't turn the skin on it with a Sears wrench.

"No, Sandy," Robert said, "haven't caught those boys that tore up the store the other night." He stood up, having finished his tea. He left a dollar and fifty cents on the counter. He stepped up to Sandy as he was about to leave.

"Um," Robert said, "there's horse judging tonight at River Stables. Barbeque and all that. My Andalusian will be there, hope to get a ribbon or two on him." Jennings started to put on his hat. "You wanna come, go with me I mean?"

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sandy

"Well..."

She was about to refuse him straight out, but after all, she reasoned with herself, it wasn't as if it was a date or anything. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she answered

"I'd love to."

As he turned to go, tipping his hat to her in a most gentlemanly fashion, she called after him, her voice hinting at something more.

"As long as I get to show off my riding skills..."

 

[SuthrnKit10]

Alex laughed, but didn't confirm or deny his blatant invite. Leaving him to hold up the hood, she went to the glove box and sorted through a pile of junk, finally emerging with a screwdriver. Coming back around the front of the truck, she slid between Turk's hard body and the steel grill. Her hips were pressed flush against his, and she could feel his sex stir eagerly against the flat plane of her stomach.

"Honey, if we get this fixed, and I can get some kind of meal around here, by this evening I don't plan on having any pants on for you to worry with."

She raised on tiptoe, pressing her breasts against his broad chest and waved the screwdriver just under his nose.

"This what you were lookin' for?"

 

[AmenRa]

Gonna ride with Sandy

Jennings turned as he was about to step out the door. "Pick you up at six," he said, smiling. They locked eyes for a second, before Jennings put the Ray Bans back on again. His radio crackled about the time he was about to tell her good bye.

"Dispatch to 601," the lapel mic said.

"601", Jennings replied.

"Sheriff, the troopers are 10-80 with a 10-17 suspect in a red Camaro. Coming in on Route 20, ETA county line in about 5 minutes."

"10-4, Dispatch. Respond 617 and 619, I will be enroute." Jennings smiled one last time at her. "Duty calls," he said, and gave a small wave as he headed out the door.

Sandy watched the Sheriff's Tahoe spin out of the gravel parking lot. The vehicle's top strobe bar was brightly flashing, and as the car hit the pavement, the whelp of the siren sounded.

Damn, Robert thought to himself. I was thinking about chasing Sandy. To hell with chasing robbery suspects right now. He smiled and shook his head. Seems Daddy told me something about how the badge will get you pussy, but pussy will get that badge. Awww, not Sandy. Sweet Sandy. She was just so damn pretty.

Did she say something about riding skills?..............

 

[Turk-Rakker]

"Your what I was lookin' for."
He pressed his lips against hers and snaked his tongue between the softness of them, parting them...feeling hard smooth teeth, a touch no more. At the same time he was trying to absorb the tight curves of her body through the denim and flannel fabrics that suddenly seemed so very much in the way.

"I'll get your damn truck started, Alex."
His breath was hot on her cheek.
"I'll get it started all right and If your all that hungry I've got somethin' roastin against your leg you can have as an appetiser."

"Maybe you better use this 'tool' first cowboy."
She smiled against his lips and tapped his temple with the screwdriver.

 

[SuthrnKit10]

With a sound something akin to a groan and a growl, Turk grabbed the screwdriver in one hand and handed off the job of holding up the hood to Alex. She watched him as he worked, enjoying the way the muscles in his forearms bunched and flexed. His hands were no strangers to hard work, strong and sure with fingers long and lean. She felt a growing heat between her legs and her breasts tingled in anticipation. The logical side of her brain told her she was off her rocker. She'd just met this guy less than an hour ago for crissakes!! Aside from his good looks and blatant masculinity, Alex knew next to nothing about him. He worked for Vardeman, which was never a good thing, the lecherous overweight rancher was her father's prime competition in the Texas area. Not to mention his son, who was as sweet as sugar until he got what he wanted, and then disappeared without so much as a thank you. Yet somehow, Turk's job didn't matter. He was only working for the Vardeman's in an indirect sort of way, and he didn't strike her as a man to offer his loyalties lightly.

Belatedly, she realized she had been staring, and he had caught her at it. With a devilish look, he leaned in to place a heated kiss at the side of her throat . Her knees felt wobbly and her eyes closed, a soft moan escaping her. He chuckled at the sound and returned to the task at hand. Her mind focused on one thought. Sheer sexual desire.

Absently she wondered if this drifter would be gone by morning.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sandy

As soon as her early morning shift was over, she made a quick stop to clean Sweet Water's stall, feed, groom, and turn her out into the dry, grassy paddock.

Growing up in middle-of-nowhere Texas, and daughter of a Quarter Horse ranch owner, horses naturally had been her passion at an early age. She & Hollywood Mizzus had made a fabulous duo, competing in reining competitions throughout the state. Fast spins, slow circles, flying lead changes, and dust-raising sliding halts were what made up her life when she was younger...the dressage of Western riding.

But then she had to "get serious" about life, go to school, get a job, find a husband, settle down. Less time to dedicate to her riding, but she remained an experienced and natural equestrian.

Slipping worn leather chaps over faded black jeans, she donned her usual stiff black shirt, she topped off the outfit with a broad-brimmed red cowboy hat matched perfectly to the bandana around her neck. She was surprised when she looked in the mirror, usually she didn't spend this much time on clothes and makeup when she knew she'd be covered from head to toe in dust by the time she got home anyway. Perhaps that sheriff was having more of an impact on her than she realized...

 

[AmenRa]

Chasing the Bad Guys

Jennings slid the Tahoe to a stop in the roadway. Paul and Bubba had gotten there ahead of him. He saw that they had already thrown the Stop Sticks across the road. He pulled his Tahoe in the ditch, got out, and took a position of cover behind it. He had his Mossberg 12 gauge out and shouldered.

They watched and waited. And waited. Finally, he heard some traffic on the radio. "Dispatch to all units, 10-80 is terminated. Suspect is 10-95, DPS station 14 advises thanks for all asistance."

"Shit," Bubba said, "we didn't even do nothin!"

Jennings laughed. Sometimes you just didn't get to play, no matter what kind of toys you have.

The sheriff got his boys to go back 10-8. He looked at his watch. Shit, he thought. I got to get Paco bathed, brushed, and prettied for tonight. Not to mention myself. I got to find a nice shirt, and some jeans that don't have a hole in the ass. Polish my boots. I sure hope Sandy doesn't dress up.

"601 to Dispatch."

"Go ahead, Sheriff."

"Dispatch this unit is 10-7, 10-42. 602 has my call for the night."

"Copy that 601. Good luck at the show."

 

[Turk-Rakker]

"Can't do it."

"What?"...she'd been daydreaming.
"I need a part. "

He held up a tattered broken fanbelt.
"Easy fix, but you won't make it to Alpine or much of anywhere .
"Alternator...not charging, see it..."

He went on but she was watching his lips not listening to his words and was releived when he finally said,
"Come on let's go into town. There's a part store should fix us up quick."

As he walked her back to the van he slid an arm around her waist and whispered confidentially...
"You know I was thinkin' of leavin' Vardemann after I get paid tomorrow...but I think I may jus' stick around a bit longer."

The squeeze he gave her as he said it was not unwelcome at all.