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Annie felt a slap on the butt as she moved between tables carrying a load of drinks. She didnâ€Ÿt
know who did it and really didnâ€Ÿt care. It happened so often she was used to it, and liked it a lot. She
knew if they guys were smacking her on the ass she was worth something. She had a low self-esteem for
such a hot girl. Six foot one inches tall with long blonde ha ir and the shape of a mode l. She had D sized
breasts, a narrow waist and hips that made every man take notice. And skin so smooth and creamy butter
failed in comparison.
The band on stage finished the last song of the third set and put on some background music. They
called themselves Dusty and the Trailblazers and were probably the best country band the bar had in
years. The lead singer, Dusty, was a dorky short guy but could be lt out the vocals, and the lead guitar
player sort of had a Dwight Yoakum vibe about himself. But the member that got Annieâ€Ÿs and every other
girlâ€Ÿs attention in the room was the bass player who wore a straw colored cowboy hat and no shirt. He
was ripped and had the abs of a god. She didnâ€Ÿt know if he could play worth a shit, but he was definitely
The tray of drinks were for the band and Annie stepped up to the stage where the guys were
setting down the ir guitars. She held up the tray and announced that someone from the crowd had bought
them all a round of whisky shots. Everyone took one except for the bass player. He stepped around Annie
and ignored her, like she wasnâ€Ÿt even there.
â€œWhere are you going?â€ Annie asked. She was annoyed any man would fail to notice her. She
was dressed in a short skirt that hung just below her G-string, a pa ir of cowgirl boots with 3 inch hee ls
and a crop top that hung off her tits like a ski slope showing off her pink lace bra underneath.
â€œI got to piss, then see my wife,â€ he replied. His name was Jed Funk and he was an asshole.
â€œYour wife? Whoâ€Ÿs your wife?â€
Jed didnâ€Ÿt look up, he pointed to the table against the wall to his right and said, â€œSheâ€Ÿs the one on
Annie looked over and saw Jedâ€Ÿs wife glaring back at her. â€œYouâ€Ÿre kidding? Right?â€ Annie
asked. â€œShe has to be two twenty.â€
â€œThatâ€Ÿs her. Been married twelve years. Got three kids.â€
â€œExcuse me, but a guy like you could do so much better than her.â€
â€œShe wasnâ€Ÿt so fat when we got married. Having three kids did that to her.â€
â€œNo, I think too many Twinkies and no exercise did,â€ Annie replied. â€œI was going to ask you to
fuck, but I guess youâ€Ÿll be too busy with your pumpkin mama.â€
â€œFuck? What did you say?â€ Jed asked.
â€œI usually fuck one of the band members, two on occasion.â€