Damaron took in all he could see of the lady. She had nice legs that had some black stalkings covering them with a garter that peaked out from the high thigh denim skirt she wore. Her belly had shown just above the skirt, sleek and smooth, the fur there a tan and brown color looking soft as silk. Moving on up the wolf came to her chest, a nice C-cup size covered by a button up shirt that wasn’t buttoned but tied to accentuate her bosom and show off her belly and cleavage. But most captivating of all was when Dame had finally met eyes with this exotic young lady. The whites of her eyes weren’t even white at all but a solid black, like that of coal, with brown for the iris then a black pupil. Her ears and face had a whiter fur making a mask of her features and long black hair that ran down the back of her neck with blond highlights for the bangs and front of her hair. She was gorgeous.
She smiled at the scruffy white wolf that had rough facial fur that ran like a strap of blond around his chin, whom also took his hat off and set it on the bar to be polite, showing off his sandy blond headfur that sat between his ears. She looked away from him and clicked over towards the stage her hips swaying giving quite a nice view of her butt tail hiking up to give an even better view.
“That there is Navaho. She’s been working here for the owner for quite some time. It’s a darn shame the way he treats her. You weren’t to believe she could be so beautiful. What with the hittin and such. I try to take care o her, but I’m not always around and I don’t challenge the boss,” Sam the basset hound whispered to the wolf, that still hadn’t broken his gaze of the girl’s huggable happy swaying hip swinging while she made her way to the stage. Dame nodded his head a couple time in understanding and closed his mouth that had fallen open.
Navaho, hadn’t seen a new face in the bar for quite some time. Something was really different about this white lupine stranger that sat at the bar. He looked like he had no attachments and real freedom to go where ever he wanted. Now that’s what a girl like her needed, freedom. She made her way to the stage flipping her tail at him and swaying those hips knowing full well he was completely captivated by her looks and the way she moved. Navaho got up on stage and wrapped herself around the pole and looked at the wolf, he was so handsome. The way his blond hair fell about his head and that beard really accentuated his facial features, making him look rough but approachable. Navaho once again made eye-contact with him then gazed around the room as if to say “How am I supposed to dance for you without any music?”
Rising from his seat, Damaron, figured out what the pretty yote was saying and thudded over to put a dollar in the jukebox and play that girl a tune. Dame pulled up a stool and sat front row to the stage while Navaho started to move her body smoothly to the rhythm. She knew some really talented tricks on the pole as well.
“It’s a shame she has to dance for money in this dusty old saloon,” Damaron thought.
Artwork by glowfox
Story by Me inspired by Toby Keith's Bullets in the Gun
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