Frisky Barkeep Takes Sexy Cowboy For The Ride Of His Life

Phillip sauntered into the bar, all dirty jeans and cowboy boots. His flannel shirt was half untucked, his corn-silk hair looking like something that had been through a wind tunnel. His cheeks were sun-browned, and his easy lope was something that rarely failed to turn me on. But he liked simpering girls. Girls who would laugh at bad jokes, perch on his lap, flirt to get drinks and pop their gum in that annoying way that always had me one step away from homicide.

Philly wouldn’t give a girl like me a second look. A girl who’d just as soon tie him up with his own bandana as serve him his bourbon, neat. Or so I’d thought.

He gave me a nod, said my name in that honeyed tone and perched himself on a stool. “I see the joint is jumping... Read More