The New Girl

[CarnivalBarker]

Brett Kalama stepped into the rather small, dark biker bar on the outskirts of the town that sat between everywhere else and nowhere at all. He'd put in close to 100 hours, around the clock, trying to make sure his rig ran at all this week and, between the elements and the dipshits in his crew, it was a miracle it had run at all. Thunder rolled as he stepped through the doors, as it had most of the week, though tonight's forecast called for nothing but lighting and heavy rain. That meant work on Monday would be that much worse. The drill hole would fill with water and mud over the weekend and all progress the guys had made the last few days would be backed up and that much slower. He didn't need it.

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The home office had already warned that the energy industry was giving out beneath their feet. Overseas oil producing companies had flooded the markets to combat American big oil, driving prices down. If nobody needed oil, and there was plenty available, then more rigs were unnecessary. If rigs became unnecessary, then some number of them would be shut down. The company warned that it would be looking to shut down those that ran efficiently, meaning kept costs way low and sold the most barrels in respect to those costs over time. By the end of the year, 20-40% of the rigs would close and those men would be laid off. He had been a rig manager for just over a year, far too short a time to be comfortable that he would be simply transferred and, even if that happened, the new crew he was assigned likely would not like a new guy coming to their place to run the show. He needed this rig to work. But here, in the deep wasteland of the Oklahoma panhandle, that would be a tough ask. Earlier in the week he learned the company would be sending an auditor for the next several months, through the end of the year. That was always an early sign. They didn't mark you for audit unless you were already a possible shut down. He knew it and so would everyone else. The auditor would be on site Monday, and he would have to tell the crew why the new person was here. That alone would bust morale and a bust in morale did not help things at all.

Brett looked up at the bar specials the bartender had written on the board over his head. "Whiskey - $2." Brett smiled to himself. Canadian whiskey? Tennessee whiskey? Bourbon? It didn't say. And at $2, he didn't care. As a rig runner, his salary had exceeded $100,000. But now he had no idea how long that would last. He threw a ten on the bar, then two ones.

"Line up five," he said. The bartender, a mid-fifties, rough hewn woman named Roxy took the cash and turned to find shot glasses.

"Six for you, Brett," she said, having known him as a regular. "Send one over there," she said, her eyes signaling the far end of the bar. He looked at the woman then back over her shoulder.

"I see three old farmers and a guy who probably drives a truck," Brett said, not understanding. Roxy turned discretely, then turned back to Brett.

"Where'd she go?" She leaned forward to look past him and into the booths near the bathroom. As she did, a woman stepped from the restrooms, then headed back to the far end of the bar, where she sat, leaving several seats between herself and the other men. Roxy pulled back and just smiled at Brett. "There she is."

"Who is THAT?" Brett asked, his voice remaining low. The young blonde was certainly attractive, perhaps a bit over college aged, with an athletic build, nice breasts and a face that could have passed for much younger. "You know her?"

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"No idea," Roxy said. "Stopped in here for dinner apparently."

"Really?" Brett asked, perhaps a bit too surprised.

"Yeah, really." Roxy replied. "And thanks," she said, as she completed the pour into the six tiny shot glasses lined up in front of him, as he took the first one, downing the shot and turning it upside down on the bar.

"I didn't mean anything bad," Brett said. "You're just the only place anywhere close to the three 'major' towns out here. So either she is lost or," he paused, fingering the second shot glass. He looked over Roxy's shoulder and tried to catch the woman's eye. "She is staying nearby for some reason."

 

[YIPI]

Alison had gotten incredibly lucky with this job. A recent college graduate in this job market rarely got as lucky as landing a full time position with a major company right out of the gate. Sure, the pay had been drastically cut from what somebody would have been making a couple of years ago doing the same work and they saved a bundle by hiring somebody with no experience but this was a huge opportunity for her. She'd be working with the auditor, assisting and handlingthe HR side of things as well as number crunching. For the first couple of months she'd been here alone mostly - He was only stopping in Monday for a quick speech then heading to the next site - so she'd have her work cut out for her. Alison knew this wasn't a permanent thing and that once they'd shut down all they needed she'd be next to go, but it'd pad her resume and help pay down her college debt. So two weeks of training on site at a rig down in Mississippi and she'd been sent out here to Oklahoma with her suitcases, ledgers, and enough 'relocation' cash to afford a tiny one bedroom. It may be an oil boom town likely to bust but until then being the only decent place for miles rent was sky high. She hadn't even unpacked yet when she'd had to go in today to meet some of the office staff and get her desk in order. Alison had sent a photo to a friend of herself in her very own office.


It was easy to get caught up in the rush of the town and her new job. Despite moving in a two dahs ago she'd barely unpacked expect for clothes and necessities.Alison tended to dress a little more conservative then girls her age to compensate for her curves. She'd been blessed with a set of firm breasts that over filled most men's hands and a small waist that flowed into a perky, plump rear. To be taken even remotely seriously she always dressed a few years above her age of twenty three. Nobody took a recent college grad seriously if they looked like every man's wet dream and every wife's nightmare. Today she'd worn slim dark jeans, a pretty light blue button up top and a loose tan cardigan over it along with her usual sensible office ready kitten heels. Even when it was casual Friday and she wore jeans she still felt a bit shy. Oil rig workers came in and our the office she worked in and weren't always the most polite in their vocalization of their approval for how a pretty young woman looked. Her honey blonde hair and wide light green eyes seemed to show her relative innocence and the teasing ranged from merciless to annoying. A few people were going out to the bars tonight, and she wasn't entirely sure she ought to join them despite the invitation. Perhaps now was a good time to unpack.*

Against her better judgement she'd gone out, only to find a trio of apologetic message stating various family issues and problems why each person couldn't attend. Alison decided to make the best of things, she was sick of eating canned soup and didn't feel like unpacking the kitchen tonight so why not order some food before heading home. While the cook grilled up her grilled BLT she headed to the bathroom. Her relief the bat ender was a woman was intense. She hadn't been around a lot of rough and tumble men and it was a bit intimidating, especially in a new town. She'd always been a bit shy. When she returned from the restroom she was the bartender chatting with a new addition, a stern yet attractive man. Tall and broad, and clearly trying for her attention. Alison shyly smiled before the cook called out her order was up.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Brett smiled in response to the girl's upturned grin, then watched her only enough to gauge her level of comfort in this little, seedy place. Aside from the rig, there wasn't much in the way of work in this area and she looked too.....pristine for anything he could think of for her, whether at work, or outside of it. Perhaps she was a local that hadn't been home to visit in years or, more likely she was simply passing through, though as he had suggested to Roxy, this little outpost wasn't on the way to or from anywhere. He listened to the rain begin to beat down bringing a slight rumbling to the proceedings, which got louder as the door opened once again and a short, stocky figure made his way inside, slapping Brett on the back as he sat down only a seat away.

"A little early today, you sonofabitch," the man said, nodding to the remaining shot glasses in front of Brett, then to Roxy to order his own.

"Never too early," Brett said, as the man shrugged off his windbreaker. Davis Webb was Brett's backup foreman, trained to fill in if Brett got reassigned or, as if on a pirate ship, didn't make it, a thing that was too common in a modern industry such as theirs. Davis scanned the room and then looked at Brett.

"One o'clock is my favorite time of day, how about you?" Davis asked. Brett grinned, then raised another of his shots in toast to the man's comments, in full agreement. Davis lowered his voice. "Get off those work clothes and I'll bet she can FUCK." Brett grinned again, letting his co-worker blow himself out and hopefully not embarrass them. "We need one of those on the rig." Brett shook his head.

"That's a terrible idea," he said. "None of you would work." Roxy poured a line of shots in front of Davis. "And what sort of job do you think that girl would do for us?"

"Sure make me drill a well harder," Davis said. The two men laughed as Brett just shook his head. But he knew Davis wasn't wrong. Brett had come to the oilfields years ago after finding a wife and having a kid. Then after eighteen months of being in field, his wife left him for another man and most Friday nights were spent at places like this with a bunch of his crew or down at the dance club one town over, hoping to convince one of the trashy college girls or even trashier locals to spend the night at his mobile home back near the rig. Successes were few and far between. he looked at the girl once again and wondered what his move would be. He knew Davis, much older and missing enough teeth to eat corn on the cob through a picket fence, was no threat. The girl didn't look like the type who could be convinced, though. A bit too pretty, too smart, too put together.

She was exactly the kind that Brett would enjoy making his own.

 

[YIPI]

Alison scanned the bar after the attractive looking man looked away. He had a nice smile at least, but she didn't want to lead him on. She wasn't exactly looking for a nighttime companion tonight. It made her miss her friends though, being in this empty bar. The bartender had been nice and the smiling man seemed okay...usually she'd be at a packed familiar college bar with her girls singing and dancing and drinking. Alison was the lightweight of the group so she always ended up the DD, but still. She hoped she'd make some friends here but her new job would make that much harder.

Alison had ordered a vodka cranberry with her meal and Ruby placed it down before the door slammed open and an older boisterous man came in and made a beeline for the attractive man. She caught the older man's stare but simply looked away with a polite disinterested smile. He seemed like exactly the kind of man her friends had warned her about out here. The weather outside was something else and she figured walking back home was foolish. Calling a cab seemed the best choice...and perhaps another drink since she wasn't walking. It was quiet in the bar except for the low hum of conversation and the weather and she caught Ruby's attention. "Do you have a sound system, or a TV here? That rains coming down hard." Something to drown it a bit and hold her attention. She wouldn't dance on her own but she could still listen to music while she ate her meal and drank away the stress of moving.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Brett watched the bartender engage with the pretty girl on the other side of the bar before returning to him and setting another glass on the bar, filling it, and putting it before him.

"What's that for?" He asked, having ordered nothing. The bartender gave a shifty smile.

"The shiny thing over there sent it to you." Brett ran a finger along the edge of the glass, then looked up at the bartender once more.

"Bullshit," he said.

"Really," the bartender explained, her smile, going away as she casually returned to her conversational norm. "Go ask her yourself." Brett raised an eyebrow, but took the drink. He leaned slightly to his right, raised his chin so as to catch the girl's eye, then raised his glass, giving a grin, a casual,wink, and taking a sip of the drink, all as if to say thank you. He would approach her shortly, casually, when she wasn't the topic at hand, making sure as to not look so eager. But he liked that she would be so.....forward. He imagined she was some local, returned home from school, eager to have her feathers ruffled by one of the out of town rig men her mother warned about. But who really knew just yet.

"Send her something back," Brett said. "On me." The bartender smiled again, her game now being played unbeknownst to Brett. She mixed something sweet, yet hard, and walked casually to the girl once again. She placed the drink in front of her.

"Brett over there sent this to you," Roxy said. "He must like you."

 

[YIPI]

Alison had finished most of her drink when the handsome man caught her eye with his flirty smile and wink. She flushed a little bit, blaming it on the drink, enjoying the attention. It was nice coming from a handsome young man rather then his older friend's beside him. He didn't look nearly as dirty or scruffy as the other patrons.

A cute boy was never a bad thing, she thought, thinking perhaps she'd be able to tell her friends back home she flirted a little with a farmer. Clean cut, innocent, boring Alison they wouldn't tease her with then!

She looked up from her meal as the bartender spoke, placing down the pink concoction before her. "Really?" Alison had gotten many drinks before. Usually though with a group of friends, and she rarely drank so it was a bit of a waste. Tonight seemed like a good time to live a little. "That was awfully nice of him. Is he a nice guy usually?" Alison asked, feeling trusting of the woman bartender's word before sipping the drink. Fruity, like watermelon and berries, belying it's strength.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"Nice?" The bartender asked, then laughed. "I'm not sure nice is the word." The older woman walked away, focusing on some of the other riggers who had pulled up at the bar. She thought the girl was too naive and in some way felt sorry that she had pushed the idea of getting Brett laid. At the same time, she was his best and most consistent customer, and she had played the setup woman before, always assisting the brash, young manager, though she was certain help wasn't anything he needed. A part of her hated the pretty young girls the rare times they popped up in the establishment. Roxy had not been one of them when she was younger, and had felt bullied by the mean girls growing up in a nearby shit hole town. Her looks and bad grades had not gotten her anywhere. And part of her wanted the girls that did ply on such things to pay. But being the passive aggressive that she was, and one of the few local business people with a legitimate business, a dive bar though it was, she would let Brett handle the dirty work, not even telling her of his plan. But she had heard Brett talk to the guys about enough tales of ladies he had, frankly, abused, and she knew he was a powerful person, both physically and psychologically, that she felt certain he would do his job by doing to the pretty little girls exactly what Roxy hoped might happen.

But Brett was oblivious. He wondered about this girl at the bar. He wondered why she would send him a drink, not fully knowing that she hadn't. She caught his eye though. He liked blondes. He liked girls who were fit, but also soft enough that he would enjoy feeling them against him. He liked them to look innocent, and this one certainly did. It made his cock that much harder when he imagined them as much more innocent girls, hearing their gasps, sighs, groans, and whimpers beneath his violent frame as he took them as he chose. He wondered what the girl across the bar would taste like. He wondered how she would feel inside. It was time to find out, or begin to try to. He took his drink and walked slowly past the girl, his eyes looking her up and down with minimal subtlety and maximum intent. He grinned as he placed a cigarette in between his lips.

"I hope Roxy didn't tell you I'm a nice guy," he said, reaching past her for a book of matches from the bar. "She lies." He grinned again, then walked past the girl, toward the rear exit of the bar, where he lit his smoke and waited to see what the girl would do, and whether she would be back when he returned. He had given her the only warning he would. But his eyes liked what they saw, and he wanted her already. The new girl had his full attention.

 

[YIPI]

She didn't know what to make of the bartender's words. Perhaps he was some local she knew well, or perhaps just passing through. She didn't imagine the woman would give her a drink from him if he was all that bad, maybe he was a bit of a barroom brawler. That kind of excited hera bit, a 'bad boy' interested in her. Alison sipped the fruity drink as she considered. She could always head home now, boring Alison, or stay and actually talk to him. It wasn't like she couldn't just leave later if she wanted, she'd be fine. The bar wasn't so crowded and the bartender was a woman. What was the worst that could happen? She'd live a little for once?

His words actually made her giggle a little. Maybe that was the drink she'd consumed and the second she was working on, but he seemed flirty, fun. She liked that. She could enjoy flirting a little before heading home to sleep it off. He certainly seemed interested by how he'd looked her up and down with such heat it burned. It turned her on a little that this handsome, obviously more experienced man found her appealing.

So when he returned from his smoke - she didn't know anybody who still smoked which only made him more mysterious - she was still there finishing the drink he'd sent over. "Maybe she lies, but this was delicious. Thank you, for the drink. I'm Alison, by the way. Nice to meet you. .." she spoke once he came back over, smiling as she awaited a name.