Luxuriously, she squeezed the soapy rag over her exposed breasts, and aimed the drips over her nipples. She giggled as they dropped, sometimes hitting head on, others missing. The chilly air made them stand up like bottles of pink champagne on a bar table. Oh, how delightful to feel clean again! She slid down into the bubbles up to her neck and scrubbed the sand and dust out of every crevice. Next to her, a fresh set of clothes. The boots were in bad shape, dusty, dry, cracked, and the gun belt and holster.
But only for a moment. Steps coming up the stairs. One thunk at a time. A jingle of spurs. She knew who that was. Her room slammed open and the steps approached. In a moment, he stood there, a smile on his face, cheroot stuck out of one side of his mouth. Dirty, unshaven, murder in his eyes. A gun pointed toward her.
“Oh please,” Esme begged. “Before you kill me, may I have just one more fantasy fulfilled? Just a lil one. For old times’ sake?”
She withdrew a foot and long leg from the bath. Soap bubbles slid down from smooth toes to calves to thighs.
The gunman swayed a bit, his eyes flickered down the leg.
“I s’pose,” he answered. “You got 5 minutes. If I like your show, maybe 10.”
“Thank you, “ she said. “You know how to make a girl happy before you shoot her!”
She pushed herself up so her heavy soapy breasts emerged from the bath. The water was a bit gray from all the soot and filth of the trail, but there were plenty of bubbles to massage on her breasts. She knew how much he loved seeing the trails of blood veins that were blue shadow trails under her pale skin. She reached her nipples and squeezed, hard.
“Oh,” she sighed, leaning her head back a bit. “Here we go,” and she slid her hands down under the water, both legs hinged over opposite sides of the tub. He could see her hands begin to work in tandem.
“Watch me,” she said. “I’m so close to coming, look closely, remember how I used to squirt?”
He leaned over, the gun dropped for just a moment.
Enough time for her Smith & Wesson to emerge from and blow half of his head clean off. His body dropped like a sack of potatoes.
Ah yes, she thought, where was I? She sank back in the bath and continued. And, in fact, she did squirt. For a moment she was sorry he didn’t see it.
