Texas doesn't find a way out of this fast. (END)

6 Hours Later....

“Roxxie, you won’t get away with this! April is gonna fill that kangaroo hide of yours with so many bullets you’ll we leakin' like a faucet that's been…”

“Oh, put a sock in it.” Roxxie cooed as she stuffed an old stocking in the sheriff’s mouth and slapped a strip of duct tape over it. “You’ve been singing that tune for the last 6 hours, Sheriff. I’m not letting you ruin Gold Spring’s most lucrative new attraction! Besides, our first customer had already paid!”

“GMMMPH!” Texas groaned against the tape.

The Sheriff’s face was jutting out of the dirt like an old tree stump, the rest of her hog-tied body buried beneath the surface. To her right, a hastily-painted sign read “Spend an hour with the Sheriff - $10!” Her eyes lit up with fear as the shadow of two long legs loomed overhead.

“Good t’ see ya, Sheriff!” Smiling Jacks said as she lifted the back of her long dress and displayed a perky pair of asscheeks barely contained by a stringy black thong. Her cotton tail wiggled back and forth like it was laughing at Tex’s predicament. “I hope you don’t mind a little alone time, foxy! I really need to take a load off…”

“MMMMMPH!”

Deprived of any options to escape, Texas’s last act of rebellion came in the form of a few **** murmurs before her face was completely claimed by rabbit ass. She caught one last glance of smug satisfaction in Roxxie’s eyes before her world was completely submerged in Smiling Jacks’ crack.

And just like that, the Sheriff became an afterthought. Smiling Jacks’ ass swallowed her face whole, and the crowd of crooks began to socialize amongst themselves like attendants of a cocktail party. The lowly crook using Texas as a chair faded into the background.

“So, Georgia, how are you gonna spend your hour?” Roxxie asked the next in a long line of crooks spanning half the town.

Georgia didn’t respond verbally. She just pointed down to the soles of her massive black boots and grinned.

Texas had the pleasure of listening to their conversations as her face suffered in utter domination at the bottom of Smiling Jacks. The crook was working her over like an old bike seat, grinding back and forth until all that remained was pasty mixture of sweat and half-liquified law enforcement. Her tail was wagging back and forth like a dog as her bouncing and jiggling summoned a thousand muffled pleas for mercy from below.

“Can you hurry her up?” Mayor Vivian shouted from further back in the line. “I’ve got a meeting at 12 and I want at least a half hour of that face in my crack!”

“Oh, don’t worry Mayor, you’ll get your turn.” Roxxie smiled as she watched Jacks work her magic on the sheriff’s face. “You’ll all get a turn!”