Use her Lasso

Texas had a mad idea, and quickly unhooked her rope before swinging it in an arc in front of her, snapping it back to get some space with a whip crack as she twirled the lasso she had formed above her. Shooting the lasso up towards the glittering chandelier in the center of this sitting room, Texas kicked off from the barstool and attempted one of her more impressive efforts at acrobatics, swinging off the chandelier to try and avoid the horde of skunks that had beset her. As Texas swung through the air towards one of the curtained windows, she had but mere seconds of flight before she saw a furry blur from the corner of her eye leap up to grab ahold of her. As one of the curvy skunk girls held onto Texas's leg, snickering, two more joined in, the crash of soft, furry bodies landing into Texas stopped her attempts at escape as she plummeted to the carpeted floor and the rest of the girls piled onto the sheriff, pinning her in place.

Lucy sashayed out from behind the bar and observed the mass of girls laying upon Texas. It was impossible to see Texas beneath the pile of voluptuous ladies, all of them giggling as they began to taunt their captive with slow grinding and squeezing on her body. Leaning in to give one of the girls a pat on the rear, the Madame purred as she watched for any sign of the weasel crushed beneath them.

"Mmmm, that was an impressive display, mon cherie, but I am afraid that a deal...is a deal. I will check up on you in a bit, but I think the girls have shown that they can handle one measly sheriff with ease, lest ANYONE here in this room get any ideas of speaking of what they see..."

Lucy's tone had shifted from soft purrs to acidic barbs as she looked up to the other clients of her girls, all of whom had been abandoned in favor of delivering punishment to the sheriff. They got the message, nodding and darting for the door. Now it was just the girls, Lucy, and one delinquent drunk who had the gall to call these gorgeous ladies floozies.

Texas, meanwhile, was not having a good time. It may have only taken maybe two or three skunk girls to pin her down beneath soft, furry curves, but the pile numbered a dozen and a half bodies, all of whom carried a fairly potent odor of perfume and sweat. Their ornate outfits did little to soften the press of muscle and fat into Texas, and at times the girls shifted over each other to get a turn atop her. Each skunk was just a bit taller than her, and their broad forms engulfed her in deep bosoms and thick cheeks.

"Alright girls, let's figure out just what our client wants, seeing as how she is indisposed..."