AAA Detective Story - "Who's the Father" - Part 1

 

It is a bright and clear morning as Ken Cooper walks down the street. The cold autumn wind has him pulling his coat tighter around him. “I hate when it’s cold like this.” He mutters to himself. But he knows that he’ll go up to his office and make some fresh Java. Maybe add a shot of Irish to really take the chill off.

He looks at his watch, it’s almost 7:30. The newsie should have the morning sheets, by now. He see’s the corner stand.

“Hey, Pops, gimme Today’s and a pack of Lucky’s.” he says as he pulls a bill from his pocket.

“I thought you quit smoking.” Pop’s responds handing a folded paper and a pack of Lucky Strikes.

“I had, but I’m feeling cold.”

Pops nods, “Yeah, I get days like that too, only the Missus, would take a rolling pin to me if I lit one again. It took me years to break the habit when we got back. It isn’t the cold for me, it’s the summer heat. You was in Italy?” he asks though he already knows.

Ken nods as he taps the pack on the palm of his hand, then opens it.

With the folded paper under his arm, he fishes the zippo from his pocket, puts a fag to his lips and lights it. He sucks the smoke deep into his lungs. Then exhales a cloud that the wind scatters. “And you were in the Pacific. Guadalcanal?”

“Running the supply depot.” Pops gets a faraway look in his eyes for a second.

The cold North wind blasts for a second, trying to pick up the papers that are weighed down with old bricks. “Yeah, but I didn’t have cold like this, and it’s not even winter yet. Well, you have yourself a good day Mr. Cooper.” He finishes and focuses on another customer walking up.

“You take care Pops. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Ken says as he heads towards the office building, enjoying his cigarette.

A few minutes later he has the percolator on the hotplate. He leans back in his chair and finishes the smoke. “Hopefully we find a good client soon.” He says to himself as he starts reading the paper.

AAA Detective agency had, months ago been hired to find a missing heiress. The payday from that one was pretty good, and Ken thought that he might have made some new connections to the upper crust. But the next clients were back to the same old thing; looking for lost pets, following wives who might be stepping out, and the usual bottom barrel PI crap. He took the jobs because money was money, and as long as the clients paid, it kept the business open. The dough from the Schmidt case hadn’t run out, but he wanted to keep as much of that as he could for the lean times. And turning away small cases can prevent you from getting bigger ones.

The sound of the percolator hit his ears before he smelled the coffee. In a couple more minutes he’ll fill his cup.

Looking at the headlines he notices that the President is visiting some country, and there is a war going on in another country he never heard of. Nothing of interest. “Might was well just read the funny pages.” He mutters.

Flipping, he notices a familiar face on the Society Pages.

“Huddler Family announces birth of latest child.” In the photo he sees a couple holding a baby, flanked by the wealthy families of the city. He recognizes Hillary and Julie standing to the side.

He sets the paper on the desk and fills his mug. The hot, rich aroma fills his nose, and he grips the warm ceramic. It is hot and bitter as he sips it, feeling it warm his insides.

“Hey Boss, sorry I’m running late. Me and Pete..”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you and Pete had a late night. Should I ask or are you gonna tell me before I have my coffee?” he responds with a smile.

Joan takes off her coat, grabs her mug and fills it before she even removes her hat. “It’s cold out there today. I’m glad you had the Joe ready.”

She takes a sip and almost spits it out. “You feeling okay Boss? What did you do? Pour the whole can in?”

He sits back down and smiles. “I was a little cold and wanted it a little stronger than normal.”

“Stronger, Boss? I know you have days when you like drinking in those European joints or that Cuban place, but don’t they serve their coffee in small cups?”

He smiles broader. “Yes, they call it Espresso. I can’t really make it here, but I wanted something dark and strong. Just like you like your men.” He jokes.

“Pete isn’t that dark. He just always has a tan.” She says defensively.

She takes off her hat, then pours half her coffee out, and adds hot water to what’s left.

“You could have just added cream and sugar.” Ken comments.

“You like ’em light and sweet, not me.” She responds. “Is that today’s?” she asks switching the topic.

“Yeah, I was just looking at this. Didn’t you mention something about Mr. Huddler being queer? It looks like he is going to be a proud papa.” Ken says sipping his mug.

Joan leans over to look at the picture in the paper. Ken notices the outline of Joan’s bra supporting her full round breasts, through her blouse. “Pete’s a lucky guy.” He thinks and takes another sip.

“Wow! They must a had everyone there. I see the Schmidt sisters, the Laramies, Freemans, and even the Gulsteads. That’s the city’s hoity-toity families. I wonder why they all agreed to pose for the picture?” She says and then takes a small sip, quickly frowning at the bitter taste.

Ken sits back for a second and thinks. “Maybe it’s nothing.” He says aloud, “Maybe they the Huddlers just wanted to make a big announcement in the press to make folks forget about that nasty business with Oscar a few months back.”

Joan dumps a bit more coffee and adds more hot water. “Yeah, Boss, it was probably that. Nothing too mysterious. “

“Yeah, but if Theodore is a nance, then who is really the father?”

“Maybe, his wife really wanted a baby and he agreed to do his part? I heard a pansies doing things like that to keep the family happy. And when there’s that much money in the family, wouldn’t he do what he could, Boss?”

He takes a deeper drink of his coffee. The dark bitter brew tastes good, or at least reminds him of Italy. “Joan, you are probably right. There’s probably nothing to it.” Then he takes the comic pages and hands her the rest.

“But didn’t you want to hear why I was running late?” She asks as he starts reading and chuckling to himself.

“Sure, tell me all about it.” He says, never looking up.

“Well, we was downtown, at this club. Pete was playing horn…..”

Joan’s description of the club, dancing, drinking, and enthusiastic bed play, went in one ear and out the other. Seeing today’s “Terry and the Pirates” “Gasoline Alley” “Steve Canyon” “Lil Orphan Annie” and of course his favorite “Brenda Starr” were far more important to him.

The day was a quiet one. No calls, no mysterious envelopes slid under the door, and no tall blonde “femme fatales”. It was just a quiet, cold day. When he made a second pot of joe, he made it the way he normally did, just a couple of scoops. Joan was much happier with this pot.

Ken kept feeling like there was something wrong, but he just couldn’t put his finger on it. “Boss, I’m done with the paper. Want me to toss it or save it for the next paper drive?”

“Let me see the Society page again.” He said. She brings it over and lays it on the desk.

He looks at the photo again. “Dead eyes of a prisoner. I’ll be damned.”

“What’s that. What prisoner?” Joan says, coming over.

“Look at Theodore’s eyes and mouth. Everyone else in the photo is smiling or at least pretending to smile. Theodore’s face is blank. It’s like the POW’s we dealt with. That blank dead stare, like he is trapped and there is nothing to do about it.”

“I dunno Boss, a lot a them types look like that in pictures. Trying to be, oh what do they call it? Stoic. Standing like a rock or a statue.”

Ken finishes his mug and sets it down. “Maybe you are right. I wish I could ask someone.”

“Why don’t you come down to the Coconut Club tonight and ask Julie? She was in the photo, maybe she knows something.”

“How do you know she will be there?” He asks with a genuine curiosity.

“Didn’t you listen to me earlier? I told you Pete and the Band were playing all week at the Coconut Club and Julie is headlining. That’s why Pete’s so energetic after playing all night. Watching Julie stand and sing, revves his engine and I get to ride him all night long afterwards.”

It’s a good thing she wears a bra, or Ken knows he would have seen her excitement through her blouse.

“Ok. What time does she go on?” Ken grabs a cigarette from the pack in his coat pocket, lights it and takes a deep drag.

“I thought you quit, Boss? She goes on at 8. The band does a warm up gig starting at 7.”

He sits down in his chair and relaxes enjoying the smoke. “Ok. Why don’t you call it a day. I’ll leave in a bit. Coconut Club at 7. I’ll see you there.”

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Roping Trials and 'Big Earl's' - Part 2

Part 1 of the Story

 “I’ll drive home.” You say as you hop into the driver’s seat and adjust it forward. Also fixing the mirrors. The diesel engine roars to life.

“Are you sure you can drive this?” she says after she checked the trailer and hitch.

“It’s been a while, but I worked a delivery job when I was in college. I’ve got this. I won’t hurt your truck nor harm Sandy.”

“Are you really going to let him drive your truck?” Sonja asks.

“We’ll see how well it goes. It might be the last time.” Rebecca jokes.

“Good luck. Call me before you go to ‘Big Earl’s’.”

Rebecca tips her hat as you shift into first gear and release the clutch.

It has been a few years since you last drove a standard transmission vehicle, but once you get onto the highway, it feels okay. There isn’t much traffic in your direction, so you relax a bit, keeping an eye in the mirrors and on the trailer.

“You do know what you’re doing.” She says as she puts her head on your shoulder. “I might take up your offer and grab a few winks. Did you really enjoy today?”

“I did. I still feel like I don’t really know what’s going on in the ring, but I am so proud of how well you did. And I’m happy to meet Sonja. I take it she’s the partner you mention from time to time.”

“Uh-hu.” She responds as she closes her eyes, with her head still on your shoulder.

“Ok. Rest well, my Rodeo Queen. I’ll get you home safely.” You say, keeping your hands on the wheel and focused on driving.

She wakes up as you turn from the highway onto the country roads. “Did you get a good nap?” you ask as she straightens up.

“Not bad. And we are almost home. Park the truck next to your car, then we can off-load everything and put Sandy in the stable.

As the sun sets and the yard lights come on, you help her by carrying in her bags, filling the water buckets, and then disconnecting the trailer. Both of you push it next to the barn.

“Ok, now what?” you ask, pulling off your rawhide gloves. She walks next to you, hugs you tightly, and kisses you. “We both need a shower before we go out. Come up and join me.” “Yes, my Queen.” You respond, reaching up and kissing her firmly.

The hot water from the shower feels good on your skin. You didn’t realize that you used your muscles so much today. Soaping up a washcloth you, wash Rebecca’s back and ass, continuing down her legs. Her muscles feel so strong and firm as you rub and scrub her skin. Then she rinses and turns her front to you. Her dark nipples are hard as you wash her chest and abdomen. “If we weren’t going out, I would suck those nipples and finger your sweet pussy.” The soapy washcloth continues moving down her body. You feel your dick harden. Between her sexy body and the hot shower, you are feeling so turned on. She grips your dick. “You are right, we need to finish up and get dressed. If not, I’d devour you until you’re spent.” “When we get back from Earl’s?” you ask, still hard with anticipation. “Or maybe sooner.” She says kissing you, her tongue thrusting into your mouth. “Whatever you want, my love.” You sigh as she turns off the water and you grab towels. 

The soft, thick cotton towels feel so good on your skin as you dry yourself off. You were going to dry her first, but she takes her towel and heads for the bedroom. “If I let you dry me, we’d never leave the bathroom tonight.” She comments playfully.

You keep a couple of outfits at her place, just as she does at yours. You both agreed that waking up and putting on the previous day’s clothes was okay but not ideal. Wearing a polo shirt and khaki slacks, you look clean and presentable. “Honey, I need to get you some cowboy clothes. You look nice as always, but tonight you might stick out a bit.” She says as she has on a long skirt, a plaid shirt, and clean boots. “No stockings or panty hose?” you ask. She raises her skirt to show her bare legs. “No. I like how this feels on my legs when I dance.” She moves closer to you and whispers into your ear, “And it provides you easier access, if I get horny.” She then kisses your cheek.

“Damn. You want me hard before we leave the house, don’t you?” you respond. “Ok, so are we taking your truck, my SUV, or driving separately?”

“It’s a Saturday night and unless you have somewhere to go tomorrow morning, why don’t we take your car. If you drive, I’ll navigate.”

“Whatever you want. You lead, and I’ll follow.” You say as you grab your pea-coat.

“One last thing. Why don’t you wear one of my jackets instead. That way you blend in a bit better.” She offers.

“Ok.” You say as you pull your keys and wallet from your coat and put them in a fleece lined denim jacket she has hanging by the door. She has a few of them and you pick one that is clean and looks hardly worn. It’s a little big on you, but you like that it has lots of pockets. “That looks good on you. You can keep it.” She says with a smile.

After a second of snapping the snaps, you adjust your shoulders and arms, and feel how it fits. It is comfortable, but then a thought enters your mind.

“Are you ashamed of how I look?”

“Oh no, Honey. I have just seen trouble at cowboy bars like ‘Big Earl’s’ before. Not all of the locals are tolerant of newcomers. And sometimes there is trouble before you can even sit down. I just want to go out, have fun, drink and dance with you. If you are dressed like a cowboy, you blend in a bit more, but I am not embarrassed to be seen with you. Are you embarrassed by me?” She asks with a serious tone to her voice.

You reach up and put your hands on her face. “I am always proud to be with you. You are strong, beautiful, and talented. You are everything I want.”

“You are everything I want too.” She says and hugs you tightly. Your face pressing down into her full breasts.

“Okay, enough of that. I like the jacket. Maybe tomorrow we can get me a Stetson to go with it.”

“I think you would look better with a Fedora. Real cowboys wear hats that fit and are comfortable. You need a brim that goes all the way around your head but isn’t too big or too small. A wide brim Stetson looks good on a large man, but out of place on a smaller one, just as a smaller brim hat looks wrong on a larger man.” She explains.

Stepping out of the house, the early evening air is cool but still damp. You breathe it in and put your hands in the pockets of the jacket, thankful for the fleece lining.

As you walk to your car, you continue, “So you really know about hats?”

She chuckles, “Hats are another needed piece of equipment. Just like gloves and boots. You want the right one for the right job.”

She gets in. Her skirt rides up a bit showing her lovely legs. You glance down.“So sexy.” You say in a breathy exhale and start the engine. 

She takes her phone and calls Sonja. “We are leaving the house. Yes, see you soon.”

During the drive, she talks about hats, boots, ropes and other things you really hadn’t thought about. As you talk about ropes, a thought crosses your mind. “So if you wanted to tie me up in bed, what kind of rope would you use?”

Without thinking, she says “Silk, Cotton, or a smooth nylon. Something that wouldn’t leave too many marks or be rough on your skin.”

“Really? Have you used ropes on your lovers before?” you ask, genuinely curious.

She gets quiet for a moment. “Yes…” You are still focused on the dark highway, but you feel like she is blushing. “When I was younger, my boyfriend at the time, wanted to try somethings we saw in porn movies. We used rawhide, hemp, sisal, and a few other things we had handy. Rope burns aren’t a pretty thing and having to explain how you got rope burns on your wrists to your buddies or your boss, isn’t a good thing either.”

You chuckle at that, thinking about going into the office, meeting with a client, and having your wrists covered because you have rope burns on them.

“It isn’t funny.” She says, thinking that you are laughing at her.

“Of course it isn’t my Queen. I am just thinking about if you left marks like that on me.”

She leans next to you. “I always want to play with you, but I never want to hurt you.”

You put an arm around her, “I know. And it is good to know that if we want to use ropes in bed, you have thoughts about how to do it safely.”

After a few minutes, she asks “Do you want to be tied up? You saw what I can do to a calf.” You shake your head and chuckle again. “Not really. I love how you are during sex. I don’t need tied up or bound, and I’m not really interested in doing that to you. But if in the future we wanted to try something different, it’s good to know you already have a plan.”

“So, what are your thoughts on pegging?” she asks.

You pause for a moment “I’ve never tried it, nor really thought about it. It is something…”

She then breaks out in fits of laughter after seeing the slightly scared expression on your face, lit by the headlights of the oncoming traffic. “I’m kidding. I love how you lick my pussy and how your hard cock feels inside of me. I’m not interested in filling your ass. But the look on your face was priceless.”

The rest of the ride she changes the subject to line dancing. You have danced with her, previously, but you really didn’t know many line dances. You mention how you will do your best to follow your lead.

Pulling into the gravel parking lot, you weren’t sure what to expect. There is an old neon sign saying, “Big Earl’s”. The windows have lit signs like “Cold Beer” “On Tap” and “Cerveza”. Your SUV doesn’t look too out of place. You see lots of pick-up trucks and Jeeps, but also a few SUVs including the same make as yours. As you step out of the car, you can hear the country music and feel the thump of feet dancing.

Inside you smell beer, food, perfume, and sweat. You really aren’t a huge country music fan, but you know Rebecca enjoys it. You love seeing her happy, and you enjoy dancing with her. Rebecca sees Sonja and leads you to a small round table. She has a plate of nachos and a mostly full glass of beer. “You timed that well. My food just arrived.” She says pointing to the plate. “Dig in.” and she waves for the waitress. Whereas Rebecca has on a long skirt and plaid top, Sonja has on tight jeans and a black top with white embroidery. Both of them look so beautiful. She looks at you, “So what’ll you have?”

You think for a second. If you were at your local brew pub, you would have the lager or a blonde ale, but you don’t want to tell these women that you “Want a blonde.” So you just smile and ask “What do they have on tap?” “We’ll ask.” She responds as the waitress comes over. The waitress rattles off the major brands on tap and you pick one that you like. It’s not your favorite but it’s the kind of thing that goes well with chips and snacks.

You take off your jacket and place it on the back of your chair. The air in the bar is a little warm.

In a couple of minutes she returns. Rebecca hold up her beer “Here is to another good day of roping and riding.” “Amen to that Sister.” Sonja says clinking her glass. You clink theirs and take a sip. The music changes and the intro notes to a fast line dance starts. Rebecca puts down her glass and grabs both you and Sonja. “Come on” she says pulling you onto the dance floor. You line up between the ladies and do your best to follow the moves. It isn’t too hard. It’s just something you aren’t used to doing. By the end of the song you think you finally have all of the steps. The next song is similar. But of course, the steps are a bit different. This one slides more, whereas the previous one stepped more, but you do your best. You start to sweat a bit. Rebecca smiles at you every time she turns towards you. When the song ends you head back for your beer. The ladies follow.

“You weren’t too bad out there.” Sonja says. “I expected far worse.”

You take a sip from your beer. “Really, why’s that?”

“Earlier today, you looked like a longshoreman, and now you look like a guy from an insurance commercial.” She says drinking from her glass.

Rebecca gives you a sideways hug, “I know you can dance, regardless of how you are dressed.”

You think about it for a moment, looking at these two beautiful tall women. “You both are probably use to people thinking you don’t match their expectations. I mean, Sonja, I only noticed a few black cowgirls competing today. And Rebecca, my queen, there weren’t too many women competing in Tie Down. So anyone going up against both of you would be pleasantly surprised.” You say holding up your glass.

“Here is to breaking expectations.” Sonja says. “Amen” Rebecca responds.

The night goes on like this for a while. Sonja or Rebecca hearing a song they want to dance to and going onto the floor, pulling you to be their partner. You expected to dance with Rebecca, but you enjoy dancing with Sonja too. Both ladies are enjoying themselves.

Rebecca moves her chair closer to yours and from time to time rubs your thigh. Whispering into your ear how horny she is.

“Why’d you get two? Hell, they’re head taller than you.” A drunken cowboy says, coming over from the bar towards your table. “What you ladies need is a real man.”

Rebecca turns “Oh, I have a real man. Why don’t you go sleep it off cowboy?”

“We’re fine right here. Do as my friend says and call it a night.” Sonja comments politely.

“He’s just a little shrimp. You gals need a man who packing some real meat.” He says grabbing his crotch.

Sonja steps up to him and looks him eye to eye. “You have no clue what he’s packing. Nor what I really need. So why don’t you sit back down, or better yet go home.”

“Fucking dykes.” He swears as he turns.

“Dumbass limp dick wanna be.” She responds.

“Bitch” he says and goes to hit her. She catches his hand and locks her boot behind his, putting him on the bar floor.

“Be thankful I don’t have a tie down handy, or I’d hog tie you like the little bitch you are.” She says with more venom in her voice than you expected.

You stand up and grab your jacket. “Ladies. Why don’t we call it night? I know I had fun and we need to drive home before it gets too late.”

Sonja grabs her drink and finishes it. “Yeah, you are right. If I don’t stop now, I might do or say something that gets me in trouble.” The drunk cowboy is still lying on the floor looking confused as to how he got there. A guy, probably one of his buddies, comes over and helps him up. “I told you to let them be.”

Outside, the air feels so much colder. You start up your car as Rebecca hugs Sonja. “Are you sure you are okay?” “Yeah, just another dumb ass. Thanks for coming out tonight. Maybe we can do this again, sometime.”

“I know of a couple of brew pubs in the city, I would love to show you.” You yell out the window. “I might take you up on that.” She yells back.

Rebecca gets in and you head out.

“Did you have fun?” She asks you as she looks for a country music station on the radio. “I did. Sonja is a good dancer. Too bad she didn’t have a date. There were a few double couple dances that we could have done. I hope that drunk didn’t spoil your mood.”

She leans against you again and slowly caresses your thigh. “No. Not at all. Do you want to feel?” She asks as she takes your right hand and places up under her skirt. Her legs feel so smooth and warm as you move higher up to her damp panties.

“Mmmm. Are you wet because of me?” You respond in a seductive tone.

She kisses your cheek and whispers into your ear, “Of course. You are a real man and packing everything I want.”

You sigh and smile. “Let me focus on driving. I would hate to get into an accident.”

She playfully licks your ear. “Ok. I’ll wait.” As she turns up the music.

Once you are home, you go directly to her bedroom. The brass frame bed always reminds you of something from a western movie. She goes to undress but you stop her.

“Wait. Sit on the bed.”

She sits, a couple of buttons on her blouse are undone. You take her right foot and slide off her boot. The cotton sock on her foot is warm and damp. You slowly pull it off and rub the bottom of her foot. “Oooohhh.” She says and lies back on the bed. The bottom of her foot is rough but you rub it and massage it. “That feels so good. But why?”

You kiss the top of her foot. “You have been on them all day, you won one of your events, and you have been dancing. A foot massage can be excellent foreplay.” You then pull off the left boot and sock. As you massage her left, she softly moans in pleasure. “Damn. I love it. But just lick my pussy.” She says almost impatiently.

You chuckle. “Good things come to those who wait.” You say as you set down her foot and then pull her to a sitting position. Slowly you finish unbuttoning her blouse and then slide it off her arms. You kiss her lips, then her neck.

You reach behind her and unclasp her bra. You kiss her right shoulder as you slowly slide the straps down her arms. You can tell she has been drinking. She is always horny and a little impatient when she’s had a few. “Dammit. Suck my nipples. Don’t tease me.” She begs. Her dark nipples are so hard with anticipation. You smile “Of course my Rodeo Queen.” And then lick around her right nipple before sucking it firmly. She puts a hand on your head and grips your hair as you suck it harder. You move your left hand up her skirt and rub the wet fabric of her panties against her pussy lips. Slowly rubbing up and down as you now suck the left nipple. “You are so good at this.” She says breathlessly.

You fully raise the skirt and slide her cotton panties off. Her trimmed bush looks so beautiful, and her wet lips are so tasty. You move between her legs, placing them on your shoulders. Slowly you lick up and down, using the tip of your tongue along her damp lips. Then you lick between them and up around her clit. You clamp your mouth on her clit and suck it firmly. She pulls your hair as she tightens her thighs around your head. “You know just what to do.” You feel her pussy pulse against your mouth as she orgasms.

You crawl up her body, kissing your way up until you kiss her mouth. The flavor of her pussy fresh on your lips. “My turn.” She says as she rolls you onto the bed. She stands up, steps out of her skirt and then pulls off your slacks. She smiles appreciatively at your tented briefs. You pull off your shirt as she frees your hard cock, stroking and licking it. She wants you hard and wet before she rides you. You lie back on the bed and soon she mounts you. Those strong thighs you have fantasized about all day, straddle you as she lowers herself on you. She grips your hands and slowly rocks back and forth. The same movement she did in the saddle. Her clit grinds against you every time she goes forward. It doesn’t take long for pleasure to move through you too, as she cums again.

She dismounts and then lies next to you, holding you tightly. “You are everything I want.”

“I agree, my queen. You are everything I want too.” You respond kissing her.

“Tomorrow we will look for a hat to go with the jacket.” She sighs.

“And you won’t need a rope to do it.” You say playfully, pressing your body against hers and drifting off to sleep.

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Chaos

 

Chaos

Disruption

Shutting Down

Shifting Around

Breaking of Norms

Rerouting of Finances

Displacement of People

Closure or Realignment of Offices

Tearing Down of Long Held Beliefs

Actively Disregarding Laws and Agreements

Promotion of Ideas that were once Dismissed

Celebrating Dismantling of Branches of Government

Placing One in-Charge instead of supporting Three Co-Equals

 

As we watch and listen to the news, think of what part we are playing. Are we adding to the chaos? Are we watching as they build a pyramid of power and self-glory out of the rubble of our institutions? Are we adding bricks to their pyramid and cheering as they build and restructure? Are we the labor, working to make the mortar and the bricks?

Or are we silently complaining when we should be standing shoulder to shoulder, helping those in need, protecting those being persecuted, and reminding those

currently in power, that we are a nation of immigrants, and all are equal.

Where are our voices? Are we screaming against the Chaos?

Raising up and marching in the streets in protest?

Or are we just watching the chaos around us?

Roping Trials and 'Big Earl's' - Part 1

 

You and Rebecca (Becki) have been dating for a few weeks. On the surface you two shouldn’t match. You’re a short, bookish, guy who works as an accountant and financial planner, who grew up in the city, and she is a tall, country gal, who works on her farm and competes in rodeos.

Your initial hookup was almost by accident. You wanted a drink after work and relax. She wanted to listen to country music and have fun. Luckily, you like them big and tall, and she likes “short kings”.

After that initial night, you agreed to continue seeing each other. One night going out to a restaurant, then going back to your townhouse. The next time, going to her house as she cooked dinner, roasted chicken with potatoes and corn. You, the next time, had her back over to your place as you baked salmon with rice and mixed vegetables.

Regardless of where you eat, or what you did, you always end up in bed with her. She enjoys you going down on her and enthusiastically sucks and rides you.

“My sexy Amazon Goddess,” You say lying in each other’s arms after an evening of enjoyable sex, “I love doing this. What are you doing this weekend? I want to take you someplace special. Maybe a concert or a live show.”

“Sweetie, That sounds great, but this weekend, I’ve got roping trials. It’s only a local event but there’s prize money, and if I do well enough, it adds to my reputation when I go to compete at larger rodeos.” She says holding you tightly.

“I really don’t know much about any of that, but I’d love to watch and learn.” You admit.

She looks into your face for a moment. “You really mean it, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. I like how you ride me, and you’ve told me that part of that strength is from being on a horse and working with cattle.” You kiss her and then snuggle between her large breasts. “I’d love to see you win a big old buckle, then take you out to celebrate.”

She reaches down and grips your hardening dick. “You really are excited by that thought, or you are still horny from earlier.”

You suck her left nipple. “Both.” You say and both of you enjoy a second round of love making.

Saturday morning, you drive over to her place. It is a cold, damp morning. The old farmhouse fits her personality so well, you think as you park your SUV next to her big pickup truck. You go in through the side door, nearest to the kitchen. The mud room has work boots and gloves placed next to the big laundry sink. You breathe in deeply and smell the mixture of mulch, hay, and mud. She had been in the barn, caring for her horses before you arrived. You also smell coffee, eggs, and bacon frying in the kitchen.

“Darn, I was hoping to get here before you started cooking breakfast. I wanted to surprise you, and have your breakfast waiting for you, after you finished your morning chores.” You say as you hang up your long coat and go into the kitchen.

“You’d have to be up before the sun, to do that. Grab a plate, a cup of coffee, and sit down.” She says as she flips the bacon over with a fork. The strips of meat pop and sizzle in the black iron skillet as you pour a mug from the old percolator.

“We could have grabbed breakfast at one of the café’s near my apartment.” You say as you sit and watch her cook. You always love the curve of her ass and how they fill her denims. You wish you were standing behind her, kissing down her back and grabbing her firm cheeks.

“Hard, Soft, or Scrambled?” she asks over her shoulder. You choke on your coffee for a second trying to laugh at the idea of scrambled ass cheeks. When you finish coughing, you say “Hard. You know I like them firm and hard.” She winks at you. “Yes, you do.”

After finishing up breakfast, you offer to wash the dishes. “It’s only fair. You cooked, so I should wash up.” “Okay, my little man, go to it. I’ll sit and watch you, as I finish my coffee.”

As you wash and rinse the plates, from time to time, you shake your hips and butt in an exaggerated motion. “Yeah Boy. Shake it. Momma likes what she sees.” Her playful catcalls turn you even more.

“Before I distract you too much and you take me to your bed, what is the plan for today? You mentioned something about “Roping Trials”? What are they and we do we need to leave?” She looks up at the kitchen clock, and says, “In a bit I need to hook up the horse trailer and then load Sandy.”

“Is Sandy the blonde one, or the brown one?” You ask as you dry a wet plate.

“ ‘Czar Alexander the 3rd’ Is his full name but we call him Sandy. He’s a quarter horse.” She answers as if that should make perfect sense to you. Setting down the plate, you say in a slow exaggerated tone, “Ok, so he is the…”

She laughs as she walks to the sink. “He’s the brown one.” She says, dropping her empty cup into the soapy water. She kisses you. “Finish up. I’ll go hook up the trailer.”

“Yes Ma’am. I’ll be out there in a minute to help you Little Lady.” You say in your worst John Wayne impression.

In a few more minutes, you are outside, putting on a pair of rawhide work gloves, as she walks the horse up the ramp of the trailer. “Good. You can help me lift and secure the ramp.”

You stand by, and follow her lead, lifting and latching the rear of the trailer. She grabs her cell phone, and calls up one of her friends. “Yeah. I’m loaded and we’re leaving. I have extra ropes if you need. I’ll see you there.” She hangs up and looks at you. “Do you want to ride in the truck or follow in your little car?” “How long are we going for?” you ask. “It’s an all day event. But if the weather is bad, it might end early. It will depend on how many riders show up.”

“Ok. I’ll ride with you. Let me grab a few things.” You say as you pull your phone charger and a stocking cap from your car. As you pull on the black watch cap, she chuckles. “I need to teach you how to dress like a cowboy. With that hat and coat, you look like you belong on the docks instead of a stockyard.”

You smile and laugh, “Popeye was shorter than Olive Oyl, so maybe I should keep the “longshoreman” look.” She gives you an exaggerated pout. “Do you think I look like Olive Oyl?” You hug her tightly, and look up. “My sexy cowgirl, no one could ever mistake you for her.”

During the ride to the rodeo ring, you ask her questions about calf roping. She explains that there are two types of events: “Break Away” and “Tie Down”. You do your best to pay attention but the gentile rocking of her big diesel truck down the highway has you nodding off after a while.

“Aww did my little man fall asleep?” She says in a playful tone. “What? Uh, No.” you respond, “I was resting my eyes. The rainy weather was just so….”

“What rainy weather?” she laughs.

You look around and realize the sky has lightened up and you are clear of the cold rain from earlier. The sun is still low in the morning sky, so you haven’t been asleep for long.

“Ok, you got me. Make you a deal, I’ll drive the truck on the way home and you can sleep. Or rest your eyes, or whatever.” You say as you sit up a bit straighter. “Tell me more about what we’ll do today.” You think about every rodeo image you have seen on TV and the movies. “Is there going to be bull riding and rodeo clowns?”

She chuckles a bit. “No. This one is just local roping trials. Think of it like when a runner or skater competes in local meets before trying out for the Olympics.”

“Ok. That makes more sense.” You try to remember what she was saying about the two types of roping before you drifted off. “You mentioned Break Away and Tie Down. Can you do both?”

“Oh yes. Not only can I do both. I am good. You watch and see.” She says in a proud tone.

Soon you leave the highway and you see signs for “Stockyard and Show Ring”. You see a sign pointing to “Trailers” and another one pointing a different direction “Parking”.

She turns towards the Trailer lot. You see a dozen or so trucks and horse trailers, as she pulls into an empty spot. “Can you help me? If I take Sandy, can you close up the trailer and carry my gear bag?” “Of course.” You say.

She puts a lead on Sandy and walks him out of the trailer. “We’ll be over by the stalls. Look for me.”

As quickly as you can you secure the trailer. It really was much easier with two people. But if you are dating a cowgirl you have to “learn the ropes”. You smile at that for a second. You really are going to learn about ropes today. You grab her gear bag. It is heavier than you thought, but you sling it across your body and look for her.

She is taking off her fleece lined jacket, and hanging it on a hook. You walk up, trying not to look like you are struggling to carry the gear bag. “Give me that.” She says as she pulls it off. You pull off your watch-cap and wipe the sweat from your forehead “That’s heavier than I thought.” You admit. She kisses your cheek. “I should have warned you.”

“Becki” you hear a voice tall dark skinned woman leading a spotted horse. “You and Sandy made it. And who is this?” “This is the guy I was talking about…”

You walk up, extend your hand and introduce yourself. “I’m just helping Rebecca today. I’ve never been to anything like this so I’m here to watch and enjoy.”

She grips your hand as tightly as Rebecca does during sex. “I’m Sonja. Becki and I are roping partners in the Team events.”

“There’s a team event?” you look to Rebecca. “Did you explain that one and I missed it?”

She smiles broadly “You didn’t miss it. I hadn’t mentioned it because today we are just doing singles.”

Sonja puts her horse into the stall next to Sandy. “So were you telling him how you are going to rope and throw a calf like you do him on the bed?” She says in a loud voice.

Rebecca laughs. “No. I haven’t used a rope on him. I haven’t needed to. He does everything I need without it.”

You feel like you are missing a joke as both women laugh. Then she walks closer, and kisses you again. “Why don’t you find a comfy place to watch. There is a snack bar if you need a little something.” You kiss her in return. “Ok. I will look and listen for you. Both of you.” You say as you nod and smile at Sonja too. She is very attractive too. You wonder if she likes “short kings”.

At the concession stand you get a bag of popcorn, a hot dog, and soda. The metal bleachers remind you of those at a kid’s sport’s field. You find a spot and relax. Most of the other folks in the stands look like they are family members or friends of the riders. You are the only one who is obviously not in western style clothing, but no one says anything.

Over the next couple of hours you sit and watch. First is the “Break Away” competition.

A rider lines up next to the chute holding a calf. A buzzer goes off, the calf is released, and the rider throws their line and it goes around the calf. The calf continues running with the rope dragging along the ground. That’s if the rider connected with their throw. You notice that they have younger riders go first. It looked like teens make up the “Junior Roper” category. Some are boys and others are girls. But all seem pretty good at it. Not everyone connects, but everyone is close. That surprises you.

Then it is time for the adult riders. You notice that a lot of the Break Away riders are women. Most aren’t as big as Rebecca and Sonja, but some of these riders are fast and accurate. You watch the gate swing open, the calf start running and then before you know it, there is a rope around its neck. When Rebecca does her run, riding Sandy, you stand up and cheer. She takes off her Stetson and waves it towards the stands and winks at you. During Sonja’s run, she puts the loop around the calf’s neck so quickly you swear she beat Rebecca’s time. You cheer for her too.

As the riders continue, you go down to the stalls to see the women and congratulate them. “Wow! That was amazing. You both were so fast.” You notice that Rebecca has a brush out of her bag and is brushing Sandy. Sonja is picking some muck from her horse’s hooves.

Rebecca looks at you with a bright smile, “If you enjoyed that, wait until the next event.”

“Yeah, if you think that was fast, wait until you watch us in Tie Down” Sonja says not looking up.

“Really?” you ask in a surprised tone. “I thought you were both kidding about competing in Tie Down.” Rebecca stops brushing and moves over to the gate. “Think about being in my bed. And imagine you are a calf trying to get away. Do you have any doubt that I couldn’t stop you if I wanted.” The look on her face is playful but her eyes have a serious glint. “You know my Amazon Queen, I have never had a reason to flee from your bed. Maybe I should watch and see what you could do if I did.” You say straightening up, smiling, and looking into her eyes.

“Damn, girl, he really is everything you told me. Maybe I need to be looking for a little guy like him.” Sonja says, putting away the pick and grabbing her brush. “He’s mine, so go find your own.” Rebecca responds in a friendly tone.

You head back to the bleachers and sit down. The last of the Break Aways are done and they announce the beginning of the Tie Down competitions. Just like in the last event, there is a Junior category that goes first. You watch as teen cowboys, most of whom look like they should be playing football, make their runs. You are surprised how these go too. It is a little longer than Break Away, but not by much. The ropes are tied to the horn of the saddle and the rider has his horse stop, causing the rope around the calf’s neck to tighten and making it fall down. The rider then leaps off the saddle, runs to the calf, and ties a smaller rope around its hooves. The clock stops when the cow is lying in the mud with its legs tied and the rider is standing up.

For some of the calves, the rider has to manhandle them and force them onto their sides. You nod when you see this, as it makes sense, you need mass and momentum to get them down quickly and tie them up.

After the Junior competitors are done it is time for the adults. The first guy out, misses the calf with his throw. So, he tries again and gets it. You hear the crowd share in his disappointment. Even the announcer says “Better Luck next time” when he reads the time, which is over a full minute slower than it would have been.

You watch a few more cowboys, and then you see Rebecca. She is up next. Her dark Stetson looks so good on her as she sits astride Sandy. You almost wish she was riding you right now. You look at the curve of her ass in the saddle, and love how she looks. The buzzer sounds and the calf sprints from the chute. The only way you know the rope is around it’s neck is when it jerks to a stop. She slips off of Sandy and runs over to the calf. In no time, it’s on its side and she has its legs bound securely. She was so fast you didn’t really look at her time. She looks so sexy walking out of the ring and leading Sandy.

You are about to go and talk with her, but then you notice Sonja is next. It might be that you are horny, but you notice how well Sonja fills her jeans too, sitting on her spotted horse, Charlie you think she called him. The rope in her hand is ready and you wonder how strong her grip is. Rebecca has a powerful grip during sex, and now you suspect life as a cowgirl is the reason. You bet Sonja has a similarly strong grip. The buzzer goes off and the calf bolts from the gate.

In a flash, Sonja has it down and tied up too. “Damn she is a sexy woman.” You say in a low tone.

As you walk to the stables you think for a moment, the women don’t really want to hear how beautiful you think they are, they want to hear that you saw how fast and skillful they are. This was a competition of skill, not a beauty contest. That fact that you so badly want Rebecca to ride you as hard as she rides Sandy is just that you are turned on.

You start clapping as you get closer to the stalls. “You both are amazing.”

Rebecca has pulled the saddle off Sandy and is packing up her gear. “I’m glad you liked it. We are almost done. We just need to load up and wait to hear the judges’ results.”

“I can carry the bag back to the truck.” You volunteer.

Sonja looks over at you. “Are you sure? She’s got a lot in there.”

“Hey, just because I pack the same for solo competitions as I do for team events. Having extra on hand has saved both of us.” She says.

Sonja sets down a smaller duffel bag. “See, here’s all I’ve got.”

“Where’s your truck? I can carry it for you, if you want.” You offer. You really want to be helpful even though you know they really don’t need it.

“Next to Rebecca’s truck, you’ll see my Dodge.”

You grab her bag and sling it on your shoulder, then pick up Rebecca’s bag. It feels heavier this time, but you get under it and balance it on your other shoulder. It’s bulky but feels more balanced as you walk.

“Are you sure you’ve got it?” Rebecca asks, a tone of genuine concern in her voice.

“Yep” you grunt as you carry them to the trucks.

Keeping the heavier bag on your shoulder is the smarter way to do it, but you walk slowly to keep it balanced. When you get to the truck, you tip it onto the bed and then walk over to a Red Dodge Ram with “RDSONJA” plates and place her bag in back. In a few minutes the ladies lead their horses to their respective trailers. “You were right, Becki, he’s stronger than he looks.”

“I just want to help where I can.” You say with a smile. Rebecca puts Sandy in the trailer and then kisses you on the cheek. “Give me a hand again.” She says as she lifts the gate and secures one side. You quickly secure the other.

“Now what?” you ask.

“We should head back to the ring and wait for the winners to be announced.” Sonja says as she secures her trailer.

As the three of you walk back you put your arm around Rebecca’s waist. “Did I mention how beautiful you looked out there today?”

She puts an arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer. “No, but I love when you tell me that.”

“I thought you were watching us ride and rope.” Sonja comments.

“That too. I’m amazed at how good both of you are, but you are also very sexy and beautiful too.”

“If they’re all like him, I definitely got to get me a little guy.” Sonja says with a laugh.

Rebecca squeezes you as you walk and says “You should, but this one is mine.”

In the ring stands a man in a sheepskin jacket with a white cowboy hat, “All right ladies and gentlemen. Let’s announce today’s winners. In the Junior Break Away category we have…”

You stand between Rebecca and Sonja just watching and waiting. Each winner goes up and receives an envelope. Inside is a certificate, a ribbon, and a prize money check. 
 “How much are the checks for?” you ask.

“This is just a local competition so basically winners are earning enough to pay for gas and food. But in some of the bigger competitions the prizes can be $5,000 to $10,000.”

“Or more.” Sonja finishes. “Heck a prize roper can make a living just competing.”

“Yeah, and an Olympic athlete doesn’t need endorsement deals. Be honest. The money can be good but it’s not enough, by itself to live on.” Rebecca corrects her.

“If you won a $1,000 purse I could see what investments would give you a better return. I may not know about horses and cows, but investing is my arena.” You say with a bit of pride. Rebecca nods, having heard that from you before.

“I might take you up on that.” Sonja says with a tip of her hat.

“And Adult Female Break Away goes to Rebecca, with a time of…” You yell and cheer so loudly you don’t hear most of what the announcer is saying. She goes through the gate and receives her prize. “And the Adult Male Break Away goes to….”

As she comes back you ask “Ok, I understand the certificate, and the check, but what’s the ribbon for?”

“In reality, it goes on my wall with the certificate, but it is supposed to be worn by Sandy. If we were doing a parade from the field of all the winners, Sandy would wear the ribbon on the side of his harness. Maybe if we attend a larger event, you will see that.”

The announcements continue. You are happy when Sonja wins the Female Adult Tie Down category. “So what’s next?” you ask. Rebecca looks at her watch. “We should go back home and let Sandy enjoy his victory. Maybe mix a little treat in with is dinner.”

You feel a little confused. “Shouldn’t we go out and celebrate?”

Sonja adds, “We could meet up at ‘Big Earl’s’? It’s between both of our places. And they have Saturday Night Line Dancing. What do you say? I’ll take Charlie home and you put Sandy up, then we’ll meet for a couple of drinks and some dancing? Besides we both have prize money to spend.”

“All right. I haven’t been to Earl’s in a long while. Maybe a dance or two and some drinks to celebrate.” Rebecca agrees.

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