Darling Dancer Deliah

As Texas laid on the carpet, gasping for clean air against the cloud of methane pumped out by the mass of girls, a graceful girl twirled forth as she stood on the tips of her toes. She wasn't slender, by any means, but she had a form that was curvy, yet under complete control. She didn't sport the wobbly dumptruck ass that most of the gals strived to achieve.

She wore the uniform dress of the brothel well, the skirt draped down like a curtain, concealing her feminine curves as she emerged from the cloud of stink to look down with a bewitching glow towards the sheriff.

"I think I will have her!"

Deliah bit her lip, and in a swift motion, picked up the sheriff and pulled her in tight for a waltz through the crowd of gawkers. As the girls laughed, Texas was smushed into the skunk's musky breasts. Eye crossing was what came to mind from the way the heat radiated out of her bust from the corset. It was like Deliah was in a permanent adrenaline rush as she pushed her body to the limits, and dragged Texas along for the ride.

Accesories were just as important to the dancer, and as Texas was twirled up the stairs, she felt the whip of the girl's hair flopping against her face, the way her tail swished from the hole in her dress, and suddenly found herself no better than a carry-on to this majestic woman. Her footwork was nothing compared to Deliah's, as she awkwardly tried to start a square dance routine at the top of the stairs, only to be pulled in to the skunk's room, and for the door to slam shut.

Texas had to admit, she was wrong about at least one of these ladies. There wasn't a loose thing about the dancer. She didn't seem a floozy at all, with her cultured demeanor...even if she took part in the foul gassing. That could be forgiven, Texas reasoned, as she sat on the bed and stared in awe at the beauty.

Her room was beautiful, as fine wooden furniture was well-arranged to make the area incredibly comfy. She had a tall dresser, but something stuck out to the sheriff.

In the far corner of the room, by the window, there was a chair, and a stripper pole.

"Miss Lucy wants me to make sure you have a good time, hun, so sit back...relaaaxx..." Deliah had a higher pitched voice, but in that sultry tone, it was like Texas was just crushed under a ton of silk. She was sat down at the chair as Deliah took up her position at the stripper pole.

"Let all that nastiness just fade awaaaay..."