Adv of Miss Lilly's Tavern... 2

     The crowd at the bar was beginning to get a little rowdy,
 just as they did almost every night at about this time.  Bryan
 knew he'd have to start throwing people out in a few minutes.
 Meantime, he pulled out his pouch of tobacco and rolled himself a
 cigarette.  Striking the lucifer against the coarse wood of the
 door frame, his face is lit by the flickering light.  The long
 scar on his cheek seems to writhe with life, a long red snake
 against his skin.  Just as he draws the smoke into his lungs, the
 first fight of the night started.

     "Damit," said Jim, "I said you will!"

     "No," said Sally, "Miss Lilly doesn't allow us out of the
 house during work'n hours.  Its a rule!"

     "Screw Miss Lilly.  I'll pay whatever it takes."  Several of
 his friend gave up some rough laughter at this comment.

     Bryan quickly stabbed out the tobacco against the heel of
 his boot.  "Asshole," he thought.  Striding to the bar, he stood
 behind the unruly patron, waiting for him to threaten the girl,
 in any way.

     "Look," said Sally, "I don tol' you that I can't leave.  Now
 either we go upstairs, or I find another friend for the evening."

     Jim was drunk.  Otherwise he'd had the good sense not to
 grab Sally by the arm.  There were few rules at Miss Lilly's, but
 this one was inviolate.  //You do not bruise the Merchandise
 unless you've paid for it.//  Jim hadn't.  But he would.

     Bryan tapped him on the shoulder.  "I wouldn't," he said, in
 a voice that could cut steel.

     Jim whirled, pulling Sally with him.  Bryan briefly thought
 of reaching for his sap, but decided Jim wouldn't put up a fight
 with the proper persuasion.  With the speed of a striking snake,
 one hand whipped forward, grasping Jim's throat, while the other
 balled into a massive fist.  "You can let her go, pay your tab,
 and leave" said Bryan, still in that cold voice, "Or I can pay
 it, using the money I'm going to take from you.  Your choice."
 All the while, he stared calmly into Jim's eyes, the threat of
 his fist hanging close.

     Conflicting emotions warred across Jim's face.  Miss Lilly
 only hired the best, and it was whispered that Bryan didn't fuck
 around.  On the other hand, Jim couldn't back down in front of
 his friends.  Not and maintain what honor he had.

     Watching the eyes, Bryan saw Jim make his decision.
 Bringing his fist forward, Bryan slammed it into the side of his
 opponent's head.  Jim crumpled like a ragdoll, never having the
 chance to react.

     "You okay Sal," Bryan asked.

     Rubbing her arm, the attractive blonde nodded.  Holding the
 limp body with one hand, Bryan looked for and found Jim's wallet.
 Throwing it on the bar, he carried Jim out back and dumped him in
 the alley.  Through an open window, he could hear Heather
 shrieking in pleasure.  "Good fer you girl" he thought.  Dropping
 Jim in the muck, he returned back to his normal station near the
 door.  Nodding to the piano player, he rolled another cigarette,
 wondering if he'd get to smoke any of it.

 Connor could feel Heather's waist moving in tight circles, and kissed her
deeply, their tounges meshing.

 "I'll go slow, don't worry." He told her, kissing her pointed nipples.
 He pulled up slowly, and felt her muscles clamp as he did.  Her eye's were
dark, and a moan of pleasure escaped her lips.
 The pain inside her was dissapating, giving way to pleasure.
 Connor went back down slowly, using all his will power to restrain himself.

 Heather's movements became faster, as did Percy's, and soon she was reaching
orgasm.
 She yelled out, her voice filled with pleasure and slight pain.
 As soon as she orgasmed she wanted to do it again, but differently.
 The other girls told her it could be done from behind, but Heather worried
about the pain.

  "I, I want to do it differently, but Im not sure.." She trailed off, hoping
she would not anger Connor.
 "I understand." He said. She smiled sickly, and rolled over as he pushed her
softly.
 She felt his hand work her wettness into her ass, and crooned at his touch.
 "Ready?" He asked her.

  Heather smiled and turned over, pointing her pert ass up towards Connor.
"Relax girl, this is going to hurt a little, but it will get better in a few
seconds." Heater's asshole was wet with lubrication, and Connor was ready to
break it in. Slowly he slipped his cock into her ass, and Heather groaned.
There was a discomfort, but it was slowly going away, giving way to ecstasy.
Connor kissed the back of her neck and worked his dick in and out of her, his
strokes constant and measured. Heather clenched her ass, and began to moan.
"Ohhhhh, I...I like this way, ohhhh." Her ass began to moove in tight circles,
and Connor started to speed up, his cock like a piston. His dick went in and
out of her tight ass, and H felt something spread through her body. She cried
out in passion as she reached orgasm, and was quickly being brought to another
one by Connor's large manhood.

Connor felt a tingling at the bottom of his dick, and he knew there was no
turning back. He moaned slightly, and his dick moved in and out, faster and
faster, untill he reached orgasm and came inside of Heather. They both
collapsed on the bed, and Heather scooted into Connors arms. He held her
tightly under the warm blankets and they kissed each other untill they both
fell asleep.

Ginger sank to her bed in disbelief.  She stared atthe letter in her hand and
read it again. She still couldn't beleive her eyes. Her sister, who had been
away at boarding school since she was eight was unhappy. She wanted to come
and live with Ginger.  Sarah had been sent away to school when their parents
had died. That was right about the time that Ginger came to Miss Lilly's.  She
would rather be there than  live with her brother.  And now Sarah wanted to
come here. Sarah didn't know what Ginger did, she had never needed to know.

 As Ginger read her sister's letter a host of memories flooded back to her.
She remembered what had driven her to Miss Lilly's. It had been a warm suummer
day at home.  Her parent's had died in a horrible accident a scant few months
ago. Because of the heat, she had decided to go swimming.  She stripped out of
her clothes and stepped into a secluded pool in the woods near her home. She
closed her eyes and simply relaxed.  Her breasts floated atop the water, not
unlike lilily pads that floated nearby. Just as she was drifting off to doze
she heard a faint rustling in the forest, thinking it to be only the wwind,
she drifted off again.

 Matt is standing at the bottom of the stairs at the back door knocking gently
and hoping no drunk comes stumbling down the alley. He hears footsteps and
removes his hat and places it over his bulging cock - embarassed to be sure -
but embarassed horny guys need relief too.  The door lock rattles and it
starts to open....

"Matt darlin' ..." "I thought you'd never get here!  A girl can only wait so
long you know ..." Matt  grins shyly.  Ginger leads him up the stairs and into
her rrom.

Percy sits in the parlour, his hands behind his hand and smoking a cigar.
"God. a guy could get to like this place." He said, his teeth clenched on the
cigar.

 Gemma slipped down the stairs without a sound.  Her last customer still
 dozed in her room, so she had a little while to waste in the parlour.
 Flirting was one of her favorite pastimes.  It often led to a busy
 evening.
  
  She saw Percy lounging in the corner, his eyes closed and a ring of
 smoke swirling around his head.  He was such a handsome man, Gemma always
 found just looking at him a pleasure.
 
  She imagined the chest beneath the starched shirt.  She had been lucky
 enough to tempt him into her bed a time or two, though he seemed to be
 very choosy.
 
  Gemma finger-combed her deep auburn mane and squared her shoulders.
 Perhaps she could convince him that he should spend a bit of time with
 her.  She walked slowly up to him, rolling her hips in graceful
 invitation.
 "'ullo, love.  Need a bit o' company?"

 Sorry to take so long Sugar but I gonna preach this Sunday and it wouldn't be
fittin and proper to be seen coming over here, though you are worth getting
caught for.  Matt, kinda lagged behind Ginger as she walked up the stairs
peering up her short dress and seeing lovely legs topped by shapely thighs and
every time she stepped up he got a glance at her furry beaver (Matt was
already cumming in his pants, a steady pulsating throb.  When this happened
before it took the starch out of his cock, but not this time!).  Once inside
Ginger's room Matt was already brain dead, his cock was leading him. The door
closed and Ginger was on her knees slowly unbuttoning his pants...

 Matt darlin' you seem to be in a bit of a hurry tonight.  Calm down a little
honey!  We've got all night.  You know Miss Lilly wonly wants to give our
lawmen the best!  She sat back on her heels as his pants fell to the floor.
Well, what's your pleasure? Sm She smiled up at him as she gave his cock a
light kiss at its tip as the eye winked at her.

 Three months on the trail tracking down bank robbers and living for this lady
of my dreams.  Now I'm weak as a cat, you've drained my love juices but my
cock will not get soft.  Sweetie, it was heaven when you took my cock and
pressed it down between your tits as I jacked off.  You drive me crazy now as
you make that slurping sound as you keep on digging your fingers into my bare
ass as you suck me, I feel your tongue the long length of my cock.  Matt
cannot remember ever being so hard and erect; ah the swell of perfume, of hot
cunt and hard dick is like a shot of whiskey on the brain.

 Karen sat on the edge of her bed thinking about her last
customer.  She enjoyed Larry Clark's visits but they were so
infrequent that she could hardly predict when the next would be.
Nevertheless, she knew that when it happened it would be
something worth the wait.  For now, she simply slipped on her
revealing little blue dress, the one that left just enough to the
imagination, but enough to tempt anyone who wanted a little time
with her.

 She walked down the stairs and heard big Mac making his usual
uproar after a successful night at the tables in the saloon next
door.

"Give me all your women! I can handle them all!"

 Karen knew the truth as it was her that Mac usually spent these
nights with.  He wasn't so bad as long as he wasn't so drunk that
certain things were just impossible no matter how hard one tried.

 She got down the stairs and Miss Lilly was trying to calm Mac
down.  Karen knew that Miss Lilly'd prefer to kick Mac out but he
was someone who paid for his fun.  He was just someone who never
grew up most of Miss Lilly's women and Miss Lilly felt a bit
sorry for the guy.

 Karen walked over to Mac and pressed her full chest into his
back, surprising the man and getting him to calm down.

"Hey cowboy, what ya doin?  What's all the noise about?"

"Shucks mam, I was just havin a little fun," Mac said as he
 turned to take one of Karen's full breasts in his hand.

  All Ginger could think about was how it would feel to have Matt's cock inside
her.  It had been so long since he had been here and no other man had given her
such pleasure as he did, he always took his time to enjoy everything to its'
fullest height before he took her there again.  The only man who had ever taken
her to such a height was Mr. Crane, a few weeks ago.

 As Matt began to stiffen again, she began to back off her sucking and led him
to her four poster bed ...

 Percy smiled at the young womans offer and looked at his pocket watch. Ten to
nine read the roman numerals printed on the time peices face.
 He remembered the last time he'd been with her and a slight shock went down
his spine.
 "I think I'll take you up on your offer, madam." He said, trowing his cigar
into the fireplace and taking the womans hand.

 As the girls departed, Irish pointed out Percy, asleep in the chair he was
sitting at last night, still clad in his kilt.
 "Look at the drunken Scotsmen!" Irish said. Although Percy was a scot, he was
one of the few men she knew who was only interested in holding a conversation
with her.
 Percy was a handsome man, although a little mysterious. From what gossip
could be heard around town, he was something of a noble.
  " I wonder what he wears under that kilt?..." Irish said,turning to China
parasol as she walked out the door.
 "-I- Know!" China remarked, giggling.
 The girls walked out and Percy remained in an unconsious state until they
returned.

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