Meeting the bandits

“Good afternoon, gentlemen,” she stepped out of the shade and spoke when they rode closer.

“Howdy,” one of the men responded, tipping his hat.

They all dismounted and tied their horses to the hitching post. The one who greeted Mary was the oldest of the four and seemed to be their leader, most likely Oldman himself. He was of average height and built, but you could not say that about his face. Oldman was handsome, had a charming smile, piercing blue eyes, and looked surprisingly friendly; one would never take him for a bandit at first glance. Of the three other men two were young, tall, lean and very similar to each other; they might have been brothers or even twins. The fourth one was shorter, around Oldman’s height, but shared visible similarity with the tall duo; possibly a third brother.

“I’m Mary Hornney, the sheriff of Tytepoos. This is also my saloon.”

“You look even hotter in reality than in the tales, sheriff,” the man said, “pardon my manners. I’m Butch Oldman.”

Mary and Butch firmly shook hands.

“Thank you, but what tales are you talking about,” the sheriff was not expecting the conversation to start like that.

“The stories of a hot whore-sheriff who dances and does tricks reach far distant places. But the name I’ve heard was Annie, not Mary.”

“I’m Mary-Anne, Annie is my… stage name.”

“That’s adorable,” Oldman flashed his charming grin again.

“Gentlemen…” Mary began to speak, but was interrupted.

“I’m no gentlemen,” the fourth man spoke in a surprisingly feminine voice.

Of course! She was a woman, although not an overly feminine one, apart from her pleasant voice. She was not ugly either, but clearly looking pretty was not her goal; looking tough was.

“Tytepoos is a calm town,” the sheriff continued, “would you be so kind and give me your guns?” They’ll be safe with me and you’ll get them all back when you choose to leave.”

“That’s unnecessary, Annie,” Oldman replied, “we came here to have some fun and we won’t cause any trouble. And our guns will get off together with our clothes, hopefully soon,” he winked.

Mary was not expecting them to agree, but there was no harm in trying.

“In that case let’s go inside and get you something to drink.”

The four bandits followed the sheriff into the saloon. Oldman walked right next to her and put his arm around her waist.

“A pretty place you have here, Annie. Almost as pretty as you. It was absolutely worth coming all this way to try your services,” his voice sounded so sweet.

Mary had no doubts he was a real ladies’ man, she almost regretted that she would have to arrest him later. Or shoot him.

“You haven’t tried them yet.”

“I can already tell they’re going to be exquisite.”

With these words he moved his hand down and grabbed her buttock, she just smiled in response and let him grope her. The friendly welcome was working as intended, so Mary wanted to maintain that role. Oldman kept touching her body and giving her compliments until they reached the bar.

“Oh my, Annie! Why haven’t you told me that you have a cute negro barmaid. What’s your name, sweety?”

“Dolores,” the waitress replied with a smile, acting according to Mary’s instructions.

“Pleasure to meet you, Dolores. I’m Butch.”

To both women’s astonishment Oldman kissed Dolores’ extended palm.

“Be so kind”, he added, “and give us four beers and four big whiskeys.”

The three siblings remained silent, but Mary noticed that they were scanning the saloon; she just hoped they would not pay much attention to Kidd sitting in the corner; they showed no indication that they had.

While Dolores was pouring the drinks, Oldman continued to talk.

“It would be a great pleasure, Dolores, if you joined me by the table for the spectacle which Annie had promised to give us.”

“I’ll be right there with you,” she replied, maintaining a sweet tone and smile.

“I’m terribly sorry, Annie,” Oldman addressed the sheriff, “but I’ll have to leave you for later. Dolores is just too gorgeous to keep her waiting.”

“You’ll need to make up for that delay,” Annie winked, “or I might become jealous of my own waitress.”

“Don’t worry about that, darling. Meanwhile Cassidy might want to keep you company,” he turned to the only woman in their band.

So she’s that kind of woman! Annie thought. Cassidy’s orientation did not bother her, it even made things easier, because she did not have any male employee’s of that kind. Although she would still prefer to go with the leader first and have the chance to decapitate the band.

“Nah,” Cassidy replied, “I want some younger meat first.”

Annie wondered whether she should feel offended, but made no reply.

“Give me one girl now,” Cassidy continued, “and two when we later go upstairs. The boys will love to fuck your pussy, sheriff,” she nodded towards the twins.

The brothers grinned in acknowledgement.

“We sure do, sheriff!” one of them said, the other then added, “we’ll fuck you hard like no of the pussies in this town even did.”

That was not good, not because Annie was afraid of a rough threesome, but because it would be much harder to knock out two men instead of one. Unfortunately she had **** but to agree.

“Whatever you like, boys,” she replied, feigning another smile.

“We don’t like having debts, sheriff,” Butch said, “we’ll pay for the drinks and the entertainment right away. How much will it cost us?”

Annie made a quick calculation in her head and told him the price. Oldman added a generous tip, but the sheriff was aware that this was money stolen from a bank, so she would need to return it all later. The reward was hefty though, so hopefully she and the girls would not be getting fucked for free. Although at that moment money was not the main issue, Annie simply played the role of an entrepreneur content with a deal she had just made. Dolores took the drinks and together with the bandits went to the table. The sheriff went upstairs to get the girls, she informed them that two would later go with Cassidy. She then went backstage and changed into her costume. This was her regular outfit which consisted of a red skimpy lace panties, black fishnet pantyhose made of tiny mesh, red frilly micro skirt which barely covered Annie’s buttocks and was loose for dancing purposes, red and black corset which not only changed her curves into an incredible hourglass, but also supported her huge breasts, it’s top part was made of frilly lace that covered the breasts to such a level that it barely hid her nipples. Her shoulders were bare which further enhanced the exposure of the **** cleavage, her arms were covered by black silky gloves. A pair of black strappy sandals on thirteen centimetre heels completed the outfit. Surprisingly Annie felt the same kind of excitement when entering the stage as she did before regular shows; this time it was seriously spiced up with a sense of danger.