Chapter 1 - Business
“I am not putting this on.”
“It’s just chaps, don’t be such a pussy.” Blake hollered from the dressing room next to me. Blake was my business partner and brother by choice. I was an only child and grew up with him since our fathers were partners before us and we were born only 3 days apart. We were both successful and our business had a net worth in the billions.
“They show my ass.”
“Luke, you’re supposed to wear them over your pants idiot.” He retorted.
“I knew that.” I didn’t. Why did I agree to have this business meeting in Vegas of all places? And why did I agree to take the son of one of our most important clients on the strip? As soon as he saw Buckle Bunny, a country-themed bar he dragged us all in there and I was in for a night of babysitting.
I put the rest of the ridiculous clothes on, ending with the oversized cowboy hat, and emerged from my tiny dressing room that was surely not designed for men over 6’4” and broad shoulders.
Blake and Leonardo were dressed in similar outfits minus the chaps and were waiting for me in the waiting area.
“Where the hell are your chaps?” I questioned them both angrily. They snickered at me and I quickly realized that the chaps weren’t a required part of the ensemble. I unbuckled the chaps and ripped them off me, throwing them in Blake's face, and hurriedly walked into the dance area of the Bar.
“Just the good ol’ boys, never meanin’ no harm. Beats all you never saw, Been in trouble with the law, Since the day they was born….” A middle-aged male in a more authentic looking outfit than I was wearing belted out on the stage. I groaned internally, hoping that the alcohol would be strong enough to block the screeching coming from the stage.
“Welcome to Buckle Bunny, would you like a booth or sit by the bar?” A petite blond hostess asked me. Swaying her hips and letting her fake boobs pop up as she walked up to us.
I was never a fan of fake, I always preferred natural looks. Natural curves, curves, plump lips, curls, smile, laugh, and as little makeup as humanly possible. Just thinking about a woman like that, one that could excite me with her body and mind makes me hard. Trouble was, a woman like that had turned out to be hard to find. I adjusted myself in my pants and saw the waitress smirk, no doubt thinking that my erection was for her.
“Follow me.” She seductively requested and started leading us to a booth with a full view of the stage. Blake and Leo sat down on one side since they are both smaller than me and I took the other side of the booth. “Your waitress named Georgia and will be with you shortly.” She batted her eyes at us before turning around and returning to her hostess podium.
This was technically a business meeting but I knew better than to talk about with Leo, he was a playboy through and through and only tagged along on his father’s business trips to dip his dick in a new nationality. Being Italian I would’ve figured that he had plenty of beautiful women at home for that.
“Did you see the mechanical bull on your way in?” Blake asked.
Leo nodded excitedly. “I’m gonna give it a try but I need some shots in me first.”
Blake laughed at his eagerness. “What about you Luke?”
“Never in a million years.” I spat. I really didn’t have the patience for their childish behavior and was counting the minutes to closing time. The man on the stage was still belting out the same song from earlier, the audience seemed to be enjoying it. I scoffed, having a hard time believing that it counted as music at all.
A beautiful woman with plump pink lips, golden-brown eyes, and a heart shaped face walked up to our table. She had a french braid on one side of her hair and her long chestnut brown hair cascaded down her back. Her waist was small but the curve on her hips indicated that she had something to grab on to on her behind. She was breathtaking, plain, and simple.
“Hey, Y'all. My name’s Georgia and I will serve you this fine evening. Tonight’s special is Apple pie Moonshine served in a mason jar that you get to keep.” She paused and looked at Blake and Leo, she smiled at them and I immediately felt jealous.
She shifted her attention towards me and her eyes glistened when they met mine. My heart skipped a beat and my breath hitched in my throat. “What will it be sugar?” She shyly asked me, never letting go of my gaze.
“I’ll try some of that moonshine baby.” Leo interrupted our moment.
“What the hell, you only live once. I’ll try it too.” Blake added. Georgia nodded at them and then waited for me to request my drink with a smile. Blake hit me on the arm, realizing me from my trance.
I cleared my throat. “um...I’ll….Yeah, me three.” I replied like an awkward teenager speaking to an older girl I had a crush on.
“I’ll get that for you. Y'all wait right here sugar.” She promised before she swiftly headed towards the bar. I missed her already. What the hell is wrong with me? I never showed interest in women, telling everyone that I was too busy but I knew that was all bullshit. I just never found women I deemed worthy of my time.
Blake and Leo were laughing at me and I scowled at them. They saw the entire interaction including me making a fool out of myself. “What was that about?” Blake chuckled, knowing very well what that was about.
“Alright, I’m gonna ride the bull and then I’m gonna let her ride me all night long,” Leo announced, earning another scowl from me.
“Here you are sugar,” Georgia announced as she sat our drink down in front of us. “I hope everything is to ya’lls likin’ and I’ll be back in a few to check on yuns.” Before she had time to walk off, Leo grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him. “Now boy, you don’t grab a lady like that.” She reprimanded him.
Her fisted hand turning her knuckles white, ready to strike at any moment. I reached over and laid a hand on hers. “Leo, please let her go,” I asked but made it clear that I wasn’t really asking, I was telling.
“I just wanted to express my appreciation of her,” Leo said as he let her go. “I didn’t mean any harm, I apologize.” I believed him, he may be a player but he is gentle and never hurts women. I have been around him enough through the years to witness just how much of a loverboy he can be.
Georgia thanked me silently and walked away. I was still a little mad, worried that Leo had ruined my chances of getting to know my little sunshine.
The man on the stage thanked his audience after singing a few more songs which I had blocked out successfully thanks to her. A new artist took the stage and this time it was a female. I wasn’t paying too much attention to her since I was frantically trying to find Georgia among the tables and even skimmed the dance floor to find her.
“This song is for all of the ladies out there who have ever made a questionable decision with a man while intoxicated.” The audience hooped and hollered excitedly, seemingly anticipating the song she was talking about. “It’s called Last Name, here we go.”
“And I don’t even know his last name
My momma would be so ashamed
It started out “hey cutie, where you from?”
Then it turned into “oh no! what have I done?”
And I don’t even know his last name……...”
It was Georgia on the stage, singing every note perfectly and strumming her guitar like she was born with it. It was hot as hell and I felt my dick straining against my pants yet again.
“Today, I woke up, thinkin’ ’bout Elvis, somewhere in Vegas I’m not sure
How I got here, or how this ring on my left hand just appeared” She continued singing the song like it was made for her, never missing a beat. The audience grew more excited and the number of men on the floor suddenly increased almost tenfold. She was popular and I could see why she was gorgeous.
My jaw hung low with my mouth open as I was completely taken by her alluring figure while she swayed her hips to the music and sung the song with her eyes closed. She was in the moment, completely unaware of her surroundings, and only focused on the next tone, the next word.
My heart beat faster and faster to the point that it might break out of my chest and offer itself up to her on a silver platter. I was infatuated.