Page 4 of Double Cowboys
“Management says we’re good to go, so I won’t keep you gents waiting any longer. Hit the music, Herb, because our first dancer is the beautiful Eloise from none other than New York City! Have you ever heard of the storybook character Eloise, who lives at the Plaza Hotel? Well, our Eloise doesn’t live in a fancy hotel, but she certainly is a spoiled little girl all the same!”
At that moment, a young woman prances onto the stage, and her schtick is immediately obvious. She’s blonde, willowy, and thin, and dressed in a schoolgirl outfit complete with a tight white button-down shirt, a micro-mini pleated skirt, and white knee-high socks hugging her shapely gams. She’s got on saucy high-heeled Mary Janes that glint under the stage lights, and the young woman smiles flirtatiously out at the crowd while swinging a lunch box in one hand.
“Hmmph,” my brother grunts, crossing his arms over his broad chest, those blue eyes fixed on the young woman. She’s saucy, with golden hair streaming down her back and a big bow affixed to the back of her head, but I know what my brother’s thinking. Thin and bony isn’t our type. We like our girls with heft and goodness, and appreciate a woman who eats. Unfortunately, A-cups with barely-there hips aren’t our thing, and Eloise isn’t going to cut it.
But Lance Larson is already going crazy. The man’s hand is moving beneath the table in a rhythmic fashion while Eloise shimmies on stage, bending over a bit to flash her white panties. Yes, the girl’s got panties on, but as we watch, she reaches in back of herself and moves the material to the side before strapping it over one big butt cheek. Her pussy’s on display now, moist and pink, and goddamn but it’s beautiful. I’ve always had a thing for female pussy and this is no exception.
Eloise smiles beatifically, but Lance isn’t having it.
“Take it off!” he screams from his seat. “You’re taking too long! Take italloff!”
I look around because this asshole is a goddamn twerp. He’s being fucking disruptive and I have half a mind to go over and sucker punch said fool, but then I see his dick hanging out of his pants and pity strikes. The idiot is about five inches long when aroused, and frankly, that thing looks like a pink eraser. Some dudes have serious insecurity issues, and clearly, Lance Larson is one of them.
So I hold my tongue as Eloise continues to prance about on stage. Fortunately, she responds to Lance’s commands so that within seconds, she’s fully nude with the pleated skirt on the floor and white blouse tossed carelessly to the side. Her smallbreasts don’t really bounce as she sways but she’s good at working what she does have, which is a tight pink pussy. Sure enough, the woman lies down on the stage with her head directed away from the audience and then lifts her legs into a vee, showing us that steamy pink. It glistens and Eloise smiles coyly before reaching two hands around her thighs to pull her labia apart, revealing her delicious hole up close.
“Do you like what you see?” the MC bellows while sweating like a clown. “Our beautiful Eloise didn’t learn these moves at school.”
The girl’s writhing now, licking her lips while holding her pussy lips apart to flash us with the glistening sweetness, but she knows what she has to do. This is the Blue Light Special where shit gets rancid, and sure enough, the young woman beckons invitingly at Lance. “Come here,” she mouths silently. “Come get it, big boy.”
Lance practically runs up to the stage, and doesn’t waste any time. He doesn’t shuck off his pants, or try to get comfortable. Instead, he immediately sinks to his knees before Eloise, that slimy earthworm dangling from his open fly. Then he grabs her hips, angling her just right, before plunging into her wet snatch. Well, “plunge” would be an overstatement because when you’re wielding something the size of an eraser, it’s more of a dabble.
Eloise knows what to do though. The woman is a professional and her pink lips part in an “O” of pleasure as she’s taken. Her eyes close, as if she’s carried away by the penetration, and her hands go up to caress her tits as Lance saws away at her cunt.
“Mmmph,” he grunts. “Yeah, I love that lunchbox.”
What the hell? Is he referring to her pussy as a lunchbox? Evidently so because his hips are moving at a rapid pace now,beads of sweat breaking out on his brow. His narrow shoulders shudder as his face goes red, and then it happens. He pushes hard into Eloise’s twat, spilling his cream into the young woman’s snatch as she pretend-orgasms. Any idiot can tell that it’s fake. Eloise is wailing silently, her back arching as her mouth contorts into a rictus, but it’s just an act. I can see that her pupils are sharp, her expression alert, and she’s obviously in total control of the situation.
But Lance has been satisfied. He pulls out, a long string of gooey come connecting the tip of his dick to her twat, and he smiles with satisfaction as he watches his come ooze out of her just-fucked cunt. Then, he turns and swaggers back to his seat, letting his small dick swing around as he walks.
“That was some good lunch,” he says with a satisfied sigh before flopping into his chair. “Damn bro, the Blue Light Special is always so worth it.”
I turn and look away. This motherfucker is so unreal that it’s insulting. It’s obvious that Eloise just took one for the team because she could tell that Lance was a troublemaker who was ruining the night for the rest of us. In fact, as we watch, the woman staggers to her feet on stage, unsteady in her high heels. Then, discreetly, she bounces up and down on the balls of her feet a bit, as if she wants to shake Lance’s sperm out of her pussy asap. Hell, this woman deserves a raise.
“Aren’t you going to tip her?” my brother growls to our fellow cowboy. “It’s customary after enjoying a girl.”
Lance leans back and nods, his pants still unfastened.
“Oh yeah,” he says lazily. “I’m going to finish my drink first and then I’ll find her afterwards and send her off with a wad ofcash. What was her name again?” he drawls as she collects her discarded clothes from the stage. “Elaine? Ellen?”
“Eloise,” I bite out. It’s clear this motherfucker isn’t going to tip. Lance will conveniently “forget” and then Eloise will be left empty-handed with no recourse. I decide to take control of the situation, and reach for my wallet while pulling up the corners of my mouth in a harsh smile at Lance. “In fact, I enjoyed Eloise’s act so much that I’m going to tip her for her trouble.” With that, I pull out a couple hundreds before rolling them up into a thin cylinder. Then, levering my massive bulk out of my chair, I stroll to the stage where the young blonde is currently on her knees, faced away from me, collecting her lunch box.
“Can we help you, Sir?” the MC chortles midway through his patter. “What can I do for you?”
“Nothing,” I say smoothly while pressing the rolled cylinder against Eloise’s pink pussy. The flesh is moist and wet, but fortunately, paper presents no problem. In a second, the roll of bills is inserted into her cunt, and Eloise stiffens momentarily at the sensation, but then turns to look at me over one slim shoulder with grateful eyes.
“Thank you,” she mouths silently before collecting the rest of her stuff and disappearing behind the curtains.
I watch with satisfaction.
“It’s no problem, sweet girl,” I say to no one in particular before returning to my seat. After all, I’ve always had a savior complex, and tonight was no exception. A beautiful young woman was treated horrifically by a wealthy man who held all the cards, and I wasn’t going to have it. I stepped in to make sure she was paid, and the nods from the other men in the audience acknowledgemy masculinity. After all, I’m an alpha male, and everything I do increases my influence and power.
My bro nods, his own expression harsh in the dim lights.
“Good call,” he rasps, signaling to the waitress for another drink. Meanwhile, Lance squirms with embarrassment. I see he’s finally gotten it together enough to zip up his fly.
“Why’d you do that?” he whines. “That was my girl, and I was going to tip her. I just had to quench my thirst first.”
“No need to quench. No need for anything,” I state without looking his way. My eyes are fixed on the stage as the lights begin to dim again. “The next girl is coming out, and let’s just say you tip her double, hmm? You think you’re up for it?”
