A lot of the competitors were wandering around the area along with the female “groupies” that were motivated by the thought that they might be cal...ed on by one of the wild cowboys to give up some pussy or ass to them to inspire them to a winning ride on the back of a crazed bull itching for blood. Those women were usually beautiful and submissive knowing that they had to give the cowboy a good ride and make him work to get the prize of their vagina or their rear door after a lot of pre-ride. They all new me. They all “loved” me to death, so to speak, and they all seemed to find a way to tip me quite well too. I never tried to move on up the supervisory chain. I didn’t like it up there. I liked being around the customers. I really liked talking with all of them. Getting five’s and ten’s and even sometimes a twenty would find its way into my hand or even into my top and get this, sometimes my pants pocket too. How that happened, I don’t know, but they’d smile one of their sweet. ’ ‘Alright. Burgers okay with you?’ ‘Sure. Extra pickles, too.’ ‘Okay. See you there.’ **** I pulled into the parking lot to see Chris propped casually against the ambulance, his arms folded across his chest and one knee bent so that his foot could rest against the front driver’s tire. I smiled and pulled in beside him. After radioing dispatch with my status, I grabbed the burgers and started to open the door. My seat belt grabbed me, stopping me and cutting into my neck. I groaned. It was. I opened my eyes to see who the fuck was messing with me. Instead I saw Jackie snuggling up with me and taking my arm and wrapping it around her. I decided to let her think that I was still asleep, but I was now far from it there were a million thoughts running through my head. But she finally relaxed and it just felt so right, after maybe a minute I passed out.When I woke up in the morning Jackie was already up and gone. I slowly got up feeling the ache in my legs from yesterday, I walked to.
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