✨Shelly✨

Collins Cooke stood at five foot one inch, and that had always made people underestimate her. But, her entire life her parents had really reinforced the “tiny but mighty” mantra. They taught her to be strong, and tough, and not to take anyone’s shit, which was helpful in her line of work.

She had been a bartender most of her 20’s, and now at 26, she was moving to an all new workplace. The Lasso was owned by the same guy she’d been working for, but had suddenly become severely understaffed when August had to fire several of the people working there.

“This place?,” Collins asked incredulously. “I know, but it’s a fucking redneck’s paradise,” he answers. The last place she was working was called Seasons and waaay more upscale than this place. Hardwood floors along with exposed hardwood everywhere, simple tables, a fucking mechanical bull. Collins laughed to herself with a shake of her head.

“Well I guess most of us round here are a little redneck. That why you chose me boss man?,” she asks. “No. I chose you because you don’t take any shit. A lot of the girls here either couldn’t cope with the more rowdy crowd, or they let every dick that walks in here into their pants. Some of them were stealing and on drugs too and I know you don’t touch the stuff,” he tells her.

“Well I’ll do my best not to let you down,” she says firmly. “Good. You already know what you’re doing when it comes to bartending, but I’m going to let Rita take you under her wing. She’ll make sure you know what you need to know about the people who come in here. Come on,” he motions.

“This the new one?,” a woman of maybe forty with deep, auburn hair asks. “Rita this is Collins. She’s as good as they come and tough as nails,” August assures her. “Well we need a bit of that around here. Come on, honey. I’ll get you all set,” she says with a smile. Collins nods and gets behind the bar with her.

“So August has talked you up real good, and I’m inclined to believe him because he’s not a bullshitter in the least,” Rita tells her, making Collins laugh. “Well neither am I, just so you know. Anytime there’s an issue you just let me know,” Collins replies. “I think we’re gonna be just fine little miss. Now how much has he told you about this place?,” Rita asks.

Collins goes over what she’s been told while they set up the bar. “Sounds like you’ve heard a lot, but August forgot to tell you one very important detail,” she says. “What’s that?,” Collins asks. “Do. Not. By any means, let the bull riders sweet talk you. ESPECIALLY that Syverson,” she says with a huff. “Oh yeah?,” Collins questions.

“Yes little ma’am. They’re all alright looks wise, but he is one handsome son of a bitch and he knows it. The worst kind of silver tongued devil you can imagine. Runs through the women in here like a freight train,” she scoffs. “Hmm. Well I’ll definitely look out for that one then,” Collins assures her.

Collins works the bar with Rita for about a month and has really caught on. “Told you she’d do fine,” August tells Rita. “Yeah. She still hasn’t faced the bull riders yet, but I think she’ll be alright,” Rita replies. Within a few nights Rita and August are able to find out.

The saunter in, loud and boisterous as usual, which catches Collins’s attention. When she turns to look she gets an eye full. Thick is the first word that comes to mind. Thick beard, thick body. Bright blue eyes under his black Stetson, and a mischievous smile. “That’s him,” Rita says as Collins stares. “Of course it is,” Collins replies with an eye roll. Because who else would it be? He had heads turning from the moment he stepped into the room.

Sy scans the room before the petite bartender catches his eye. Sy has never been one to discriminate when it came to women. Short or tall, plus sized or thin, blondes, brunettes, or redheads. He didn’t care. He simply loved the female form. Everything about it. But every now and then a woman would bring out a certain craving for him, and this woman had brought out his impulse to manhandle.

He could do that with the most of them being he was strong as an ox, but something about this sweet little thing had his cock chubbing up as he approached the bar. Probably the visual of her up on his shoulders, his face buried in her pussy, but who could really say?

When he gets there he gives her his signature smile and is met with an unimpressed look. Her dirty blonde hair just reaches her delicate collar bones, half up it pulled up on top of her head, and her bright green eyes shine despite the dull lighting and her dead set mean mug. It makes him chuckle. “What can I getcha?,” she asks flatly. “Well—,” he begins before she stops him short. Collins watched his lip drag between his teeth and knew what was about to come out of his mouth.

“And before you try and get cute I ain’t on the menu,” she quips. “You sure? Because honestly you’re what I want,” he drawls. “We can’t always get what we want,” she says with a shrug. “I’ll take him if you don’t want him CC,” another bartender, Kaitlin jokes. “CC huh?,” he smirks. “Seriously… what do you want Sy? You’re holding me up,” she says. “You know who I am?,” he questions, amusement furthering. “Yeah she’s been warned, now order or get away from the bar Syverson,” Rita interjects.

“You ain’t no fun Rita. I’ll have a Michelob, CC,” Sy tells her. She nods before handing him a bottle and moving on. The entire night he sits in the corner, watching Collins. Women try to get his attention, hang off of him even, but he can’t be bothered. “What the hell is wrong with you?,” his cousin, and manager, Walter asks. “Huh?,” he says, finally snapping out of it. “You’ve been watching that mean little bartender all night,” Walter chuckles.

“I want her but… she don’t want me?,” Sy says with a tinge of confusion. “Imagine that,” Walter replies. “Don’t be a fuckin’ asshole. This ain’t normal,” Sy insists. “Rita said she’d been warned. Maybe she’s not impressed by the cocky persona… or all the fucking you do,” Walter shrugs. “Ain’t you supposed to be on my side here?,” Sy asks with an incredulous huff. “I am. Just being honest,” Walter replies, unbothered.

Sy contemplates that. His ways had never been a bother to anyone before, and even if a woman had been a bit apprehensive at the start, he’d usually won them over with very little effort. He wasn’t afraid of a challenge though, so he’d just have to try to crack through this frosty exterior this woman… CC, had.

“I’m about to go darlin’, get out of your pretty hair. You sure you ain’t interested?,” he asks. “I’m sure,” she replies with the same nonchalance she’d had the entire night. “Your loss,” he shrugs, earning a scoff. “I’m sure the whole eight seconds, because that’s all it takes to bull ride right, that you’re talking up here is such a loss. Eight seconds. I’m so sad,” she deadpans. “Damn you’re a mean one,” he laughs dryly. “Is it makin’ you hard?,” Collins replies, catching him off guard.

Sy seems to choke on air as this wicked woman stares him down. She licks her full lips, and her pert breasts heave with her breaths. “Seems like I’ve got the bull by the horns,” she smirks. Sy still can’t speak, never having been so dumbfounded in his life. The shocked look on his face makes Collins burst into laughter. “Get the fuck outta here Sy,” she manages between her gasps. “Little bitch,” he finally spits out before walking away. “Best bitch you’ll ever meet,” she calls after him.

That night Sy goes home alone and fucks his fist hard to the thought of slamming into a mean, smart little mouth attached to a particular bartender. When he cums it wracks through him so hard he falls to the floor of his shower with a spasm. “Fuck,” he huffs out as he catches his breath. He’s never been so conflicted in his life after masturbating. She’d pissed him off so bad at the bar, yet… It turn him on more than he’d ever remembered. What was this woman doing to him?