Double Cowboys (Dirty Cowboys #10)

Chapter 1

Kiki

Istare at myself in the mirror, wondering if I’m making a big mistake.

After all, I’m here in Montana to leave the past behind, and yet by dancing at the Starlight Saloon, I’m doing the exact opposite.

I’m going back to the old Kiki Thornton who supported herself through school by shimmying for rich men.

Okay, it got to be a little more than strictly “shimmying” sometimes, but that’s fine!

The money I made was plentiful, and tuition is expensive these days.

By moonlighting as a dancer, I was able to get my degree without taking on crushing student loans.

Graduating debt-free is a miracle these days, and now I’m ready to apply to veterinary school on my way to becoming Kiki Thornton, D.V.M.

Except that the old Kiki’s still looking at me in the mirror.

Did I really think I’d be able to leave her in Minnesota?

I sigh, taking in my big breasts covered in nothing but sparkly purple pasties, the sides, uppers, and bottoms ivory and lush.

When I turn, a narrow strip of purple fabric disappears between my rounded cheeks, highlighting the juicy globes of my bottom.

The front of my panties aren’t much better either.

There’s a tiny triangular scrap about the size of a post-in note that covers my femininity, and it’s what the girls in my industry lovingly refer to as a “clit patch.” Yes, they really exist, and yes, women actually put them on.

It’s better than nothing, even if it reveals the outline of my sensitive nub quite clearly in the low lights.

Sighing, I stare at myself some more in the mirror, my deep inhales causing my big bust to rise.

Glittery high heels make me look taller than my actual five five, and of course, the steep arch forces my breasts forward while pulling my hips back.

In short, I’m sexy, enticing, and mysterious, with long blonde hair flowing like a river over one shoulder and a wry smile on my plush lips.

But you’re not supposed to be doing this, the voice in my head scolds. You’re on your way to joining the professional class, Kiki. You can still pull out.

My shoulders slump. My subconscious is right and I should try and lead an above-board and honest life, instead of dancing in a den of sin.

But dancing is above-board, the other voice in my head whispers. It’s an honest way to make a living, and there’s no shame in that.

Except that it’s not honest, at least not what’s going to happen on stage tonight.

Nerves getting the best of me, I literally begin to text the manager to tell him that I’m dropping out, except that my phone begins to shake in my hand.

I see that it’s my friend Cindy before pressing the green “Accept” button.

“Hey Cin,” I say. “How are you?”

“Kiki,” a burbling laugh greets me. “How’s my best girl? Stormy misses you.”

I giggle because Cindy’s a close pal. Actually, Cindy’s more than a good friend.

She’s a goddess delivered straight from heaven because when we were seniors together in school, Cindy bailed me out big time.

I was already dancing for Sweet Lies back then, except I had a huge exam that I had to study for.

So Cindy took my place one Friday night, and was driven up to an isolated cabin in the woods with a bunch of other sassy, curvy Sweet Lies ladies.

But that’s when things took a left turn.

Evidently, a frat from Western University called Sigma Epsilon Chi (yes, it spells S-E-X) had the cabin for the weekend, and paid for a bunch of scantily-clad ladies to party with them.

You can guess what happened next. Or maybe not, because it wasn’t your usual tete-a-tete.

Instead, Cindy met Brent and Brandon Coleman at the cabin and hooked up with both men.

Yes, it’s true. My nerdy, innocent buddy ended up pleasuring the handsome brothers in a closet, of all things, and took both of their massive members simultaneously while wailing with joy.

It was supposed to be a one-time thing. It was supposed to be a scandalous encounter that would be forgotten as soon as she left the cabin.

But the thing is that Cindy works part-time as a tutor, and lo and behold, Brent and Brandon were her new students!

What were the chances? Clearly, the three of them started hooking up again, and she confessed they even did it in one of the sound-proofed study rooms at the Student Learning Center.

But this is where things get wild because Cindy, Brandon and Brent started dating each other for real after they reconnected on campus.

They didn’t give a shit what other people thought, and evidently were also into really dirty, kinky sex involving leashes and filthy anal penetration.

Unfortunately, they were caught in one such wild position by some kind of dean, and the twins were expelled for sexual harassment, despite Cindy’s protests that she was in love with the twins and that it was all consensual.

But all’s well that ends well because the twins never gave a shit about school.

Brandon and Brent are stellar athletes, and within months, the boys were drafted by the Minnesota Vikings.

Who cares about school when you have an NFL career waiting?

So the three of them said bye-bye to Western University, and settled into a fast paced life of luxury commingled with professional sports.

But it’s not just life among the glitterati.

Brent and Brandon genuinely dote on Cindy, and now, the three have become parents to a beautiful baby girl.

Frankly, I feel partially responsible for Stormy’s existence because had I not bailed that night, Cindy never would have met her lovers. Funny how fate works, right?

Yet I’m glad that my friend found her happily ever after because Cindy truly is the nicest person.

My gorgeous buddy is currently cradling the baby on screen, looking like a blonde princess with her big blue eyes and innocent expression.

Except she’s a woman who hooks up with two handsome pro football players each night, and who glows with the look of a woman well-loved, in bed and out.

“Oh my god, are you pregnant again?” I gasp. “Congratulations are in order, aren’t they?”

“No, no,” Cindy laughs, bobbling the baby a bit.

Then, she puts Stormy down and leans forward.

“It’s the constant sex that’s making me glow.

Brandon and Brent give it to me morning, noon, and night, and it makes a woman vibrate from the inside out,” she confesses with a sly smile.

“It’s a thousand times better than any battery operated boyfriend. ”

I shake my head.

“I had no idea that you subbing for me that night would turn into this.”

“I know,” Cindy smiles beatifically. “Anything is possible, girlfriend, anything at all. But enough about me because I’m a boring mom these days. How are you, Ki? I miss you! How’s the ranch treating you?”

I smile ruefully.

“Well, I’m not at the ranch yet. I decided to moonlight a little before I got there.”

My friend doesn’t look surprised.

“You’re dancing again, aren’t you?”

I sigh a little, shoulders slumping.

“I am. Tell me if I’m being dumb, Cin. Am I being stupid for doing this? I mean, I don’t exactly need the money. Sweet Lies paid for college, and I’ll be getting a paycheck once I start working at the ranch.”

Cindy nods thoughtfully.

“So what do you think it is?” she asks. “What’s your motivation, girl?”

I shake my head.

“I don’t know. Habit, I guess? Boredom, even? I don’t know. Maybe it’s because dancing is something that AI can’t do, so I want to keep my skills up.”

“Oh my god!” Cindy chortles with mirth. “You’re thinking too far ahead, Ki. Seriously, AI is not taking over the world.”

“You don’t know that,” I say in a dark tone. “One day, maybe beautiful bot girls will get on stage and gyrate for a hungry male audience. Anything could happen.”

“Or maybe Brandon and Brent will be replaced by robots who play football,” Cindy quips in return. “That could be interesting.”

“You get my point,” I say. “I have no idea why I’m going on stage tonight. Talk me out of it before I do something really stupid.”

“Oh, you know you’re talking to the wrong person,” Cindy purrs. “I met Brandon and Brent at a debauched Sweet Lies party, so I’m definitely not going to tell you to not go on stage. Excuse the double negative,” she adds with a wink.

“I know,” I sigh heavily. “I just think that … I don’t know, that I should be moving on. That I should try to cultivate an image of a good-girl who goes to church and does godly things. Instead, I’m entertaining men at the Starlight Saloon.”

“But it’s fine,” Cindy says in a soothing tone. “Who wants to be a trad wife? Those women are sooo repressed.”

“I never said I wanted to be a trad wife,” I say with a smile. “Just that I should try to be respectable for a change.’”

Cindy pshaws.

“Respectable is boring, and you have your whole life for that. Right now, you’re twenty-one and gorgeous, Ki. Why not live it up a little? Besides, you’re doing something that you enjoy, and that you’re good at. So what’s the harm?”

I shoot her a wry smile.

“Getting up on stage and shimmying for strange men sounds okay to you?”

Cindy shrugs.

“To each their own, girlfriend. You know I don’t judge.

Besides, this gig was set up by Sweet Lies, right?

So it’s not like you’re in danger or anything like that.

The agency’s already vetted the venue, and you’re going to be fine.

Enjoy yourself, Ki! Like I said, you’re young and only live once.

Take it from me,” she purrs with another wink.

“I’m a mama now, and I have no time for sexy shenanigans. ”

“Unless said shenanigans involve your two boyfriends,” I interject.

Cindy has the grace to blush.

“Yes, unless they include Brandon and Brent,” she amends. “But you’re young, beautiful, and curvy, and -- oh my god, your screen just lowered and I caught a glimpse of your outfit. You look divine, Ki. Those purple pasties are going to drive the men wild.”

I giggle then while looking down at myself. I’m curvy everywhere, and my Double D breasts look especially ripe tonight, lush, large and bouncy.

“So you think I should do it.”

“Yeah, absolutely,” Cindy agrees. “If you hate the men at the saloon, then just finish the set and stop. It doesn’t matter because you don’t need the money, and it’s not like Sweet Lies is going to ding you or anything. You’ve fulfilled your obligation to them, so it’s all good.”

“Okay, so now I should be a responsible person, if not respectable.”

Cindy winks at me.

“It’s all semantics, Ki, and you know it. You’re going to knock ‘em dead with your bangin’ body, and the men will reel and gasp when they see you. Or should I say break a leg?”

I giggle.

“I’ll take the sentiment, not literally of course. Okay, thanks for the pep talk, Cin. Give Stormy a kiss for me when she wakes up, and say hi to Brandon and Brent.”

My friend winks again.

“Will do. Bye now!” she sings while fluttering her fingers at me.

The screen goes dark and I sit there in silence for a moment, chewing over Cindy’s words.

My buddy is right. I told the agency I’d take the gig, and they’d be disappointed if I pulled out literally five minutes before I’m set to go on stage.

It would be unprofessional, and frankly, leave them in a bind because who is there to take my place?

But there’s more to the gig than what I told Cindy because actually, tonight’s a “Blue Light Special” at the Starlight Saloon.

It’s exactly what it sounds like. The doors are locked at a predetermined time, a blue light flashes on above the bolted doors, and then the girls get wild.

The ladies get fully naked, showing off big titties, wet kitties, and bouncy bottoms. They do things that would never happen on a regular evening, and one lucky man often walks away drained and satisfied, if you catch my drift.

Am I ready for my performance? Am I ready to start shimmying and gyrating as hungry men watch, and then to pleasure a lucky man of my choosing? I have no idea … but then my name is called and it’s too late to back out.