Chapter 4 Beau
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The Boozy Bandit was what I pictured a small-town bar would look like.
A jukebox sat in a corner, fluorescent signs hung all over the walls, country played in the background, but the mechanical bull was the best part of the entire bar.
Riding it on New Year’s was the best and I wish I could do a show on it. I would make a killing on it.
I came to Sterling Ridge to get out of the city and evade my stalker, hoping he would lose interest. I was supposed to lie low, enjoy time off, do a cam or two while I was here, but I couldn’t resist the Boozy Bandit. The quaint bar called out to me and I had never done well with idle hands.
Nights were the best times to work. I was a night owl by nature, so it was easy to work late, and the weekend crowds were even better.
Joe had let me get on the bull a few times, each ride was better than the last as I got more comfortable on the bull.
The only downside was some of my coworkers were not my biggest fans.
I was no stranger to mean girls, but it helped having a familiar face here.
Iris was the sister of a friend of a friend. When I was here last time, we had talked a few times before I left, making working here more tolerable. She was sweet, a little shy, but that’s what made her adorable and so personable. A little part of me wanted Iris to get bolder and go a little wild.
“Beau, would you mind riding the bull twice today?” Joe asked, as I tied an apron around my waist.
“Yeah, I don’t mind doing it more times,” I said, wishing all I had to do was ride that damn thing.
“Great, Iris, I need you to make a better effort!” Joe yelled at Iris, who pursed her lips.
“Ok,” she said, adjusting her uniform.
“Joe, some of us can’t help it if we are shaped like two-by-fours,” Debbie said.
“My pockets are always full whether I stay on or don’t,” Iris said with a sweet smile. “At least I’m smarter—”
“Can I go after Iris?” Sandy, another waitress asked, cutting off Iris.
I wished she had let her finish, if I had learned anything quickly it was that Joe favored a few girls and Iris was not one of them. Debbie glared at Iris with her cheap false lashes and bright pink eye shadow that wasn’t blended nearly enough.
“Yeah, that’s fine,” Joe said, preoccupied with his clipboard.
“Alright, it’s a Friday. Let’s make sure everyone always has a full drink. Keep smiling and let’s keep these customers happy,” he said, walking away.
It was only four in the afternoon and the bar was already getting the usuals coming in.
The highway construction was where most of the men came from, but now that I had been here for over a week, I wondered if the crowd would change tonight.
It had been years since I had been a server, so I only took care of two tables, lending a helping hand wherever the girls needed me or if Mindy needed things restocked.
Just after eight, the bar’s atmosphere changed.
People came to drink, dance or ride the bull.
I dropped off an order for Iris, who had picked up an extra table that had complained about Debbie.
The sick satisfaction I got when they complained about her was amazing and Iris’ smug smile made it even better.
“Alright y’all, the next Bandit we have is Iris!” Joe yelled into the microphone.
A few men from her section yelled, making Iris blush beautifully. She chewed on her lip as she walked to the bull, and I had a wild idea that Joe might hate, but I needed to do something for Iris. She was so stiff on the bull, but I had seen her two-step before and she was surprisingly rhythmic.
Iris left her apron with Joe, hopping onto the bull awkwardly when I made my move. I jumped over the inflatable edge as the bull moved slowly, it dipped at the perfect time, allowing me to jump behind her.
Iris squealed, turning to look at me. “What the fuck are you doing, Beau?”
“Helping you,” I said. “Can I scoot closer and hold your hips?”
Women started yelling, and the bull hadn’t stopped, so I took that as a good sign.
“So, can I, Iris?” The bull dipped, pushing me forward.
I grabbed the reins keeping us both on, pressing closer to her.
“Sorry, Iris, you’re in for the ride, but I gotta hold onto you,” I said, keeping my hands to myself.
“Oh god, Beau, just keep us on, the last thing I need is your ass falling on top of me,” she snapped.
A vision of falling in between her legs, driving into her was not what she meant, but how could I not think about it? Iris was an attractive woman; how could I not picture her like that?
“I got you, sweets,” I said, holding onto her hips. “Just lean back as the bull dips down.”
“Easy for you to say,” she huffed, as we spun around and I tightened my legs around hers, keeping us on.
“Come on, I’ve seen you dancing. Move those hips,” I said during another turn, pulling her tighter against me.
“Look at them go!” Joe yelled into the microphone, as the bull took a quick turn.
Iris screamed as I tried to keep us on the bull just a little longer.
“You gotta help me out,” I grunted, moving us back, using all my muscles to keep us on.
“Just let me fall,” she whimpered. “I suck at this!”
“Move those hips sweetheart, loose and limber,” I deepened my voice.
The bull dipped as I pulled us back, rolling our hips as it came back up, her ass pressing up against me perfectly. I looked down like a rookie seeing her pert round peach of an ass and if I were less experienced, I would have blown my load.
The bull jerked and we went flying. Iris squealed as I maneuvered us, so I didn’t land on top of her.
The sex gods worked in my favor landing Iris perfectly on top of me with a leg on each side of me.
She straddled me, and if she didn’t know I was hard before, she had to have known now.
The urge to buck up was enticing, but I was better than that.
I expected Iris to be upset only for a laugh to escape her luscious lips. It wasn’t delicate or a small laugh, but a full belly laugh I enjoyed hearing.
“Give it up for Beau and Iris!”
“I hate and love you for that.” She slapped my chest, getting up.
“Gotta get over the fear of the bull,” I said.
“That sounds dirty and gross.” She wrinkled her nose.
I chuckled as I helped her out of the ring. People cheered for Iris as she made it back to her tables. A few women oohed and aahed, asking for some lessons or when they could ride me.
Yeah, I didn’t miss the double meaning. I reveled in the attention and flirting with the ladies because what else had Joe hired me for?
An hour later, the bar was so packed, it was hard to get through to serve people drinks.
This was the busiest we had ever been and it didn’t look like anyone was leaving anytime soon.
If we were in the city, I would say we were going to get shut down by someone, but I’m sure Sandy said that either the Fire Marshal was here or someone equally important.
Apparently, small town rules were different.
I couldn’t complain. Everyone here was going to make some good money tonight.
Joe cut me at midnight as the crowds dispersed. It was still full, but these women were pros and it was better to cut me anyway. I had a date with my camera even if it was later than I had expected.
The small home I had rented was just down the street from the bar, it was convenient and furnished.
One of the Yeti’s old hockey players lived here and moved out with his boyfriends just as I was looking for a place.
Thank God too, because housing in Sterling Ridge was sparse.
It was this or live in Monroe an hour away.
I hated driving, so that was a big no for me.
Taking my shoes off at the front door, I left my bag on the cute coat hanger and keys in the dish on the front table.
I stretched my back, walking to my room at the end of the hall, rolling my shoulders and stretching my neck side to side.
My body was not used to moving around so much, well… not moving around like this.
Opening my laptop, I opened the camming website I did not use so frequently anymore since I was doing more paid content and collabing with stars.
I left a message saying I would be up in about twenty minutes, then emailed my subscribers the same message.
I set my lighting and camera up before hitting the shower, not drying off too much so I was still a little wet.
Opening the largest drawer in the dresser, I skimmed the toys I wanted to use, debating if I wanted something in me tonight.
I pulled out my favorite Fleshlight and prostate massager, figuring I could use it instead of the Fleshlight if I wanted to go that route and a small butt plug.
Once I double checked the lighting, I turned on the camera and logged into my account.
It didn’t take long before I saw people come into my room and the chat started moving quickly, I could barely keep up with the messages.
“Hey, guys,” I said, giving them an easy smile
TalkDIRTY2ME: Beau, I’ve missed these nights.
IMBENDY: Is this going to be a regular thing?
Masked1738: Missed your cock.
ScoutsHONOR: Back to camming, why?
“I don’t know if this will become regular, but I have missed coming on like this,” I said, attempting to read more comments.
Charlie1010: I missed seeing you fuck yourself in real time.
IMBENDY: I missed coming with you.
SayDaDdY: Are you not doing Paid Content anymore?
“Hey, Daddy,” I said in a flirty tone. “I will still have my paid content up and I will still film collabs. That won’t go away.”
A flood of more comments came through and I reiterated for all the new people coming through. When the room was filled with five hundred people, I got started.
“Alright, dirty sluts you know the drill,” I said, leaning forward enough that my towel undid itself.
The ding of the money counter went off as my legs spread out.
The chat was going faster than I could read, but I had been doing this so long I could guess pretty accurately what they were saying.
I got lost in the live, putting on a show for my subscribers.
I was fucking my hand laying back looking in the camera, leaning into the pleasure of being watched. I glanced at the chat.
TalkDIRTY2ME: So fucking hot.
Jizzy_hands: Stop edging us.
SayDaDdY: I love your cock. Stroke it faster.
I moaned, seeing all their comments, the praise and dirty talk.
My heart rate kicked up the closer I got to the finish line.
I normally didn’t think of anything as I fucked myself, but tonight images of my fantasy with Iris came forward.
I was not ready for the vivid vision I conjured up of her riding me or bending over for me.
“Fucking hell,” I sputtered as my orgasm rammed into me.
My body rolled with pleasure as I was held captive, my ears started ringing. I was a panting mess when I finally came around, forcing myself to sit up and interact.
IMBENDY: That was the hottest thing ever.
SuckonTHIS: I wish you would come on me like that.
ScoutsHONOR: Why are you camming again?
I chuckled as I read some of the comments praising my orgasm, but it seemed not everyone was thrilled with me coming back to camming.
“Yeah, that snuck up on me. Shouldn’t have thought of my new co-worker,” I said, wiping my hand on a towel.
A few lewd comments pop up that I ignored, but when I glanced at what I had made I took a deep breath and ignored it.
“Alright shes, theys and gays,” I said smirking. “Thanks for joining and for that great orgasm. I’ll send out another post and email when I’ll do this again, maybe I’ll even have a schedule.”
TalkDIRTY2ME: OMG please, I need to know when you will be on.
Masked1738: I like a schedule.
Jizzy_hands: I’ll come on whenever, just tell me when, baby.
“You guys are amazing. Take care of yourselves.” I leaned to the camera, kissing it and winking. “Bye, you dirty sluts.”
I shut down the live, seeing the four figures I had made in an hour.
My inbox was overflowing with messages, but I had been avoiding it like the plague for fear of seeing a message.
I came to Sterling Ridge for some space and to forget about that asshole.
I was doing just fine, so fine that I just came to my co-worker.
Throwing my arm over my face, I smiled, now I definitely needed to know if Iris was just as naughty as my fantasies.