WHISKEY & WHORES :
An Erotic Western Short Story
by LuLu LaClaire
Approx. 3,300 words
Copyright LuLu LaClaire, 2011 – All Rights Reserved
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All participants in the following story are 18 years of age or older.
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Cover Design – Erotica eBooks Press
Cover Image – Anonymous Nude, 19th Century
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Joey rode into town covered in trail dust; hot, sweaty, and flush with cash burning a hole in the pocket of his dirty jeans.
He had spent the season working for the Lazy T Ranch, out of Laredo. For the last three months he had been riding drag, choking on the dust of 2500 Longhorn steers headed for Medora in the Dakota Territory.
As he watched the last of the herd being given its final tally, all Joey wanted to do for the next while was get clean, wash off the stink that was ingrained into his pores, and get some good wild west pussy.
He had no wife or kids, no responsibilities, and all he was going to spend his hard earned wages on was whiskey and whores – his two favorite things in life.
As the evening approached and the sun began to dip beneath the flat horizon, Joey put his horse up at one of the stables and walked about town, taking it all in as he went. It seemed to be really booming, awash in the prosperity from the cattle herds that were coming in from all points south and like all such towns had no shortage of action. As he walked up the main drag, practically having to push his way around a hundred other men just like him, he had counted no less than nine saloons and five gambling parlors, all of which he knew would be bursting at the seams with whores desperate to relieve him of his money.
Joey stopped momentarily at a barber shop and looked in through the window where he watched the owner and his two helpers hard at work trimming hair and giving shaves. For a moment, he rubbed his face with his right hand, feeling the coarse beard that had grown there since he had left Laredo. Preferring to be clean-cut and smooth-faced, Joey definitely needed a good trim all the way around, but a barber shop wasn't quite what he had in mind.
Red Whitley had ridden drag with him on the drive until he was thrown from his horse during a thunderstorm and broke his neck. He missed the old bastard. He was a hoot around the campfire with his tall tales.
Joey remembered about a place in Medora Red had told him about. He wasn't certain it existed, but he hoped it did – it was worth spending some time looking for it if half of what Red said was true.
It was quite a place, Red told him, a place where you could have your pick of girls and they'd even bathe and shave you no matter how bad you stank. And they were all beautiful – all shapes and sizes and colors. Red had been riding herd into Medora for five years and promised to take him there, but he never told Joey the name of the place or which part of town it was in. But he never forgot what he said about the place; “Yer poke'll want to gut you, but your pecker's gonna love you!”