Texas Has No Hope! She Needs A Plan!

(Originally by DanceDanceImmolation)

Texas wasn't one to cheat at a duel, but she saw that gun that Brass was packing. Not the one between his legs, but the hand-cannon strapped to his thigh! That thing looked like it could turn Texas into a hot splatter, and from there it'd be straight up Brass's bullhole. Things didn't look good for Texas, and she had to figure out something to do. She decided to keep a low profile and sneak into the bar, maybe case up her opponent a bit.

Once inside she saw Black Brass poised up at the bar. Everyone else in the bar was giving him plenty of room, except for a waitress who had her face deep inside of his ass. Not of her own will, presumably. She slurped at his taint and asshole while he cut brutal, beefy farts right in her nose. Even from across the room, Texas could see the disgust and pain in the poor girls' eyes. Brass wasn't paying his little asslicker any mind, though, he was more concerned with knocking down drinks. He may've said he was only going to have a drink before dueling Texas, but he was clearly on at least his third.

Texas was begging to formulate a plan. Brass was more than distracted, she just needed to get close. Suddenly, Brass grabbed the waitress's head and shoved it deep into her ass, then farted hard. When he let go, the girl dropped to the ground, lifeless and barely breathing,

"'Nother bitch!" Brass growled.

Maybe this was her opportunity. Texas could get in that last girl's place and maybe surprise Brass. Of course it meant being point blank with his lethal backside.