by Robin Gideon
“Yeah, I’m still with you. I was just thinking that the only thing that could make Bobbi Jo more pretty was if I looked down and saw that she had a mouth full of my cock.”
Andy’s brothers laughed. He motioned for Bobbi Jo to come over. It was only a little after noon, but they still needed another pitcher of beer.
* * * *
“Why hasn’t someone stolen your heart?” Jacob asked as Bobbi Jo slid a plate of steaming, Cajun-seasoned deep fried chicken wings in front of him. “All these eligible bachelors, and here you are, still single.”
Bobbi Jo looked down at Jacob and wanted very much to take his face in her hands, and give him a kiss that he’d never forget. It wouldn’t be one of those I-think-you’re-a-great-guy kind of kiss. It would be an I-haven’t-even-reasonably-entertaining-sex-in-months-and-if-you-kiss-me-just-right-I’ll-fuck-you-until-you-can’t-walk kiss.
“I’m Williston born and raised,” she said after thinking about her response for a moment. “I’m watching this shitty little town go from a nearly abandoned place in the Badlands to the fastest growing city in North Dakota. I’ve watched it turn from a nothing place to the city with the highest percentage of millionaires in the United States. So, do you know what I want? I want to make enough money to get the hell out of here. I want to travel for a while, then live in New York, or Boston, or Miami, or any other big, fun city you can imagine. I want to live in a city where there are as many women as there are men. The testosterone count is so high in this bar a girl could get pregnant just from breathing in deeply.”
Jacob looked down, and Bobbi Jo suddenly wished she hadn’t gotten quite so adamant about her reaction to his question.
“I don’t blame you a bit,” he said. “And if there’s ever anything I can to do help you succeed in fulfilling your dream, please don’t hesitate to let me know.”
“We’re willing to help,” Caleb said without hesitation.
“All you have to do is ask,” Jacob said.
Ask me to fuck you and I will.
“Thank you,” she said. “You’re being very kind.”
“It’s nothing that you don’t deserve,” Jacob said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Damn it, Bobbi Jo, walk away. Walk away right now before you’ve got a billionaire’s cock halfway down your throat, and a couple dozen horny oil rig workers jerking off while you make a damned fool of yourself.
Bobbi Jo turned and walked into the restaurant’s kitchen, trying hard to pretend that her panties weren’t as wet as they really were.
* * * *
Andy could see Bobbi Jo walking toward his table, but he kept his gaze averted. He didn’t want to give her any forewarning on what was going to happen.
He looked up out of the corner of his eyes. She wasn’t looking at him. Of course, the cunt wasn’t looking at him. She never did, and he knew it was an intentional insult. He figured it was about time she found out what the cost of insulting him was.
Just as she was about to pass, Andy brought his left hand out and up, sliding it between her thighs and beneath her miniskirt. He felt the warmth of her cunt through her panties, and a surge of raw lust shot through his system. The urge to hate-fuck Bobbi Jo in front of everyone in Wings & Things exploded in his brain like nitroglycerin. Beautiful bitches like Bobbi Jo deserved to get hate-fucked.
Bobbi Jo screamed and jumped, but Andy kept his hand up her skirt. He wanted his cock in her cunt, but having his hand on her cunt wasn’t a bad second place.
She staggered backward. Some of the customers were smiling at what had been done. Others were clearly disgusted with Andy’s behavior.
“You bastard,” Bobbi Jo said quietly, venomously. “Don’t you ever touch me again.”
“Diss me again, you cunt, and you’ll have more than just my hand shoved up your pussy.”
Andy smiled. He liked winning, and if this wasn’t a win, he didn’t know what one was.
Chapter 2
Jacob felt the hatred pool up inside his stomach. Though not by nature a man with a volatile temper, what he had just heard was enough to make him want to start throwing punches—or worse.
“Easy, brother,” Caleb said quietly. “I’ve seen that look on your face before, and it never ends well.”
They were standing in their attorney’s law office—Anderson, Bryson, and Holmes, by name—and one of the clerks had just told them what she saw happen earlier in the day at Wings & Things.
“You’re sure it was Andy?” he asked, keeping his voice low so he wouldn’t start shouting.
“He was the one who did it, but he had his brothers with him.” Angela’s expression twisted into one of disgust. “I’d know that jerk anywhere. Almost the very first time I went to see Bobbi Jo at Wings & Things he put the moves on me. I told him straight away that I wasn’t at all interested, but he’s not a man who likes being told things like that.”
Jacob forced himself to relax, at least for now. Letting his rage have free rein when he was nowhere near the person who had caused that emotion would accomplish nothing at all other than perhaps making matters worse.
“She was walking right by him and, without warning, he put his hand under her skirt,” Angela continued. She was looking away now, not making eye contact, and shaking her head slowly. “He and his brothers thought it was funny. Well, Bobbi Jo’s so pale anyway, but she turned red with anger in a heartbeat. The owner didn’t see what happened, but I doubt he’d do anything. He’s more interested in profits than anything else, and Bobbi Jo is a big draw for that restaurant. It’s not just the Cajun wings all the guys go there for, you know. A lot of them come just to talk to Bobbi Jo.”
And look at her, Jacob thought caustically. Can’t say that I blame them because I’ve done the same thing many, many times. Good thing the boys left early.
He didn’t like the idea of other men ogling Bobbi Jo, even though he really had no claims on her. But in those outfits the waitresses have to wear, and with Bobbi Jo being as pretty as she is, the owner knew he had come upon a winning formula for profits.
“What about you and I paying another visit to see if Bobbi Jo’s okay?” Jacob asked his younger brother.
“I was just about to make the same suggestion.” He looked down at Angela, who was sitting at her desk in the reception area. “What time did you say this happened?”
“About one. Maybe a little after that. I had to take a late lunch today.”
Jacob looked at his wristwatch. It was half past four.
If that prick’s still there, he thought, I’m going to beat the hell out of him. No woman should ever be assaulted…especially not Bobbi Jo. She’s someone truly special, only she doesn’t really know it.
* * * *
Bobbi Jo stepped into the back room, sat in the one chair that was there, put an ankle on the opposite knee, and took off her shoe. In this fashion she gave each foot a one-minute message. She had to go to the back room because there’s no real ladylike way of giving yourself a foot massage without exposing a lot more of yourself other than just bare feet. Bobbi Jo was getting awfully tired of exposing herself.
It was going to be a long night, and she hoped it would be a profitable one as far as tips went. She worked a split shift, coming in for the lunch rush, going back home, and then coming back to the restaurant to work the evening crowd.
Across the surface of her mind, she saw Andy’s face. His and his brothers. They were grinning up at her from the booth, laughing at her indignation at having been touched so crudely.
Stop thinking about them. That’s what they want you to do. They’ve probably forgotten about it by now.
She had refused to serve them any more beer after the incident, so they left to go to another saloon. This was obviously their day off because they were already well on their way to getting drunk in the afternoon, and they were showing no signs of slowing down.
She thought back on her earlier conversation with Jacob and Caleb. They had both listened attentively to her drea
ms of the future, of her wish to travel to the world’s most interesting places. They had flirted mildly with her, and she liked it. Yes, she had caught them both surreptitiously looking at her breasts and legs, but that was pretty much the whole point of wearing a miniskirt and halter top, wasn’t it? But there was a way of looking at a woman with an appreciation for her beauty, and staring at her in such a fashion that she feels the need to take a shower afterward.
Caleb and Jacob knew how to make a woman feel pretty without making her feet cheap, even if she was wearing an outfit she’d never wear anywhere but at work.
If only all men were like those two. I hope, when I’m living in New York City or Dallas, and I’m ready to settle down, I find a guy like those guys. They’re the greatest, but they’re here in Williston to stay, and this is the last place on the planet I intend to end up.
As if on cue, they walked through the door of the restaurant. Bobbi Jo was surprised. They weren’t the kind of men who spent a great deal of time in saloons, and they’d already been there once today.
This was unusual. What was even more unusual was that both men had expressions that were cold, hard-set.
They looked around the restaurant, obviously searching for someone. When they looked at Bobbi Jo, they acknowledged her presence, but didn’t give her the beaming smiles they usually did.
“What’s wrong?” Bobbi Jo asked, keeping her voice low. She got the feeling she knew what bothered them. They were the type of men who protected women.
“Nothing,” Jacob said, smiling at last. Bobbi Jo saw through the smile and knew instantly it was phony, meant to deceive his real feelings. “We’re just looking for some people.”
“Andy and his brothers, right?” She took a half-step closer so that she could whisper without being overheard by other patrons. “You heard about what happened?”
Both men nodded.
“Just let it go,” she said. “I need this job and it pays one hell of a lot more than cleaning other people’s apartments, or anything like that.”
“We just want to talk with him,” Jacob said.
“All of them,” Caleb amended. “The others are as bad as he is, but Andy’s the ringleader. He’s the one who gets things started. They follow his lead.”
“Well, they’re not here. After Andy touched me I refused to serve them any more beer, so they stormed out.”
“You 86’d them for life?” Caleb seemed pleased with the prospect.
Bobbi Jo shook her head and combed fingers through her hair. “No. I wish I could have, but the owner doesn’t cotton to losing customers permanently, and those guys spend a lot of money here. I told them to get out, but they’ll be back. Sooner or later, they’ll be back.”
“Did…” Jacob began, then stopped. She could tell he was having trouble finding the right words. “Did he hurt you?”
“No. He surprised me. He embarrassed the hell out of me. But he didn’t hurt me.” Wanting desperately to lighten the mood, she gave both men an impish smile and added, “It’s a good thing I wasn’t going commando today.”
She saw their eyes widen considerably, and she was glad she’d spoken a little naughtily for their benefit.
“Do you ever go commando?” Caleb asked.
She watched his gaze go instantly from her face downward, as though he might somehow see through the denim of her miniskirt to find out for himself if she was telling the truth.
“Well?” Jacob prodded when Bobbi Jo didn’t answer immediately.
“Do you want the boring truth, or an interesting lie?”
“I think you just answered.”
“I never have gone commando. And if I did, I certainly wouldn’t do it in this skirt.” Bobbi Jo felt her nipples tighten slightly, and an unexpected tingling beginning in her clitoris. “But if the situation was right…and the clothes…I might be talked into going out in public sans panties.”
Jacob grinned and scratched his chin. “How in hell nobody’s stolen your heart is even more of a mystery to me now than it was this afternoon.”
“You gentlemen going to have something?” She liked the fact that she could call them “gentlemen” without stretching the truth even a little.
Jacob looked at his wristwatch. It was heavy and gold. Bobbi Jo figured it could probably finance her travels for a couple years. With their oil wells pumping umpteen barrels a day, these two brothers had money to burn.
“It’s a couple minutes to five,” he said.
“But that’s Mountain Time. East Coast time it’s nearly seven,” Caleb said quickly. “If we were in Manhattan, we’d be on our second cocktail already.”
Bobbi Jo laughed. “Your brother’s got a point.”
She ushered them to the farthest booth where they had at least a modicum of privacy, and then took their orders. Though they were both Jack Daniels drinkers usually, it was still early for whiskey, so they ordered beers. When Bobbi Jo returned with two beers on a serving tray, she bent down at the waist just a little more than necessary to set it on the table.
I can’t believe I just intentionally gave them both a better look at my boobs.
Bobbi Jo felt a warmth creep up her chest and throat. She had made an agreement with herself to wear the Wings & Things official uniform, but she had also promised herself that she’d never openly flaunt or exaggerate her scanty attire. Now she’d done exactly that, and she’d done it for two men she’d harmlessly flirted with, but had never dated in any form or manner, and certainly hadn’t kissed.
“Can you sit with us a moment?” Jacob asked.
I’d love to, and if you put your arm around my shoulders, or your hand on my leg, I wouldn’t mind it one little bit. You could even steal of kiss, if you really wanted to.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t.”
The cook rang the silver bell on the kitchen’s serving shelf, indicating there was an order up needing to be hastily delivered.
Saved by the bell.
As she hurried toward the waiting food, Bobbi Jo wondered which of the brothers was the handsomest, which was the most charming, which the most tempting.
Stop thinking thoughts that can never possibly lead to action. You’re just wasting your time.
* * * *
Jacob was just about to order a round of Jack Daniels on the rocks for himself and his brother—if for no other reason, ordering the drinks would necessitate Bobbi Jo walking to their booth, away from their booth, and bending down to put the serving tray on the table, all of which provided both men some extremely interesting visuals—when the Culver brothers walked in.
Jacob, with his back to the wall, saw them over the booth back. The men looked around, and then headed in the opposite direction to find seating.
“They’re here,” Jacob said, feeling a quickening of his pulse. He hadn’t done anything rash in a long time, and the thought of flattening Andy’s nose for what he did to Bobbi Jo put an electrical charge in him. “All four of them. You ready?”
Both brothers were muscular men, though Caleb was a little more broad across the shoulders, but not quite so tall. The trouble was, the Culver boys were big, too, and since there were four of them, Jacob and Caleb were outnumbered two-to-one.
Jacob didn’t like the odds, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him. Not after the indignity Bobbi Jo had to live through.
Bobbi Jo saw what was happening, and she hurried from the server’s station over to Jacob and Caleb. Her eyes were big and blue, filled with concern.
“Don’t,” she whispered, and Jacob could see the genuine fear in her. “There are four of them, and only two of you. You’re going to fight to do some macho bullshit about protecting my honor. But I’m telling you, if you start a fight in here, I’ll lose my job. And if I lose my job, that means I lose a lot of my dreams. Do you really want to do that to me just so that you can play knights in shining armor?”
There wasn’t a single word that Bobbi Jo had just said that Jacob could argue with.
“How did s
omeone so young get so smart so quick?” he asked.
She sighed with relief, and her breasts bobbled—to Jacob’s pleasure. When he looked at Caleb, he saw that his brother had a similar opinion of Bobbi Jo’s feminine charms.
“Hey!” Andy shouted. “Foxy lady, we need a pitcher of beer.”
Jacob walked to the booth where the four brothers were sitting. He said, quietly but with force and authority, “You know her name, so use it. And I don’t like that tone of voice, so never use it again.” He saw the savagery come to life in the man’s eyes. “And if you ever touch her again, I’ll see to it that you and your brothers get run out of this territory on a rail. You think you’re tough, but you don’t know what real power is.”
“We don’t work for you, so you ain’t got shit to say to us.” Andy smiled in a feral way. “You don’t have your crew here to have your back, all you got is your baby brother, so you’d better think about what kind of threats you wanna make.”
A waitress hurried over with two pitchers of beer. “They’re on the house,” she said, obviously nervous and wanting to placate.
Jacob turned away and walked back to Bobbi Jo. She had a look of grave concern and relief, and Jacob hated himself a little for being at least partly responsible for putting it there.
“Fine. You win,” he said. “We’ll play by your rules. No fighting.”
Bobbi Jo sighed again, and this time Jacob felt his cock awaken, paying attention to the vivacious blonde so nearby he could smell the delicate, pleasing fragrance of her perfume.
Caleb’s cell phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket. “Hello…Yes…Of course. I’ll be there right away.” He closed the connection. “There’s a situation I’ve got to deal with that will take at least a couple hours. As long as we’re not going Fist City with those guys, do you mind if I take care of this?”