It had been a few weeks since news of Miranda Lambert's divorce from Blake Shelton had hit the news, and in the time since then, Miranda had taken to being close to her friends in Nashville to get over it.
And it was on one particular day a few weeks after the news broke that she was having a quick lunch with her three best industry friends Carrie Underwood, Kimberly Perry and Kellie Pickler, when the idea was broached that the four of them should go out on the town for a girl's night.
"Girls, I don't know if I'm ready. I mean, I still love Blake, and I probably always will," she told them as they tried to convince her to get back on the horse and go out on the prowl again, finally getting somewhere when Kimberly suggested they all four should try and get Miranda laid.
"Some nice hot cock inside you. That's all you need to get on your feet again girl," Kellie told her in her thick Southern drawl, Kimberly giggling at Kellie's forwardness as Carrie chimed in.
"Maybe that's what the three of us need, too. Mike's gone half the time, JP will be going to spring training soon, and Kyle...well Kel...I have to assume Kyle is shooting blanks if he hasn't knocked you up yet," Carrie told them, drawing laughter from all three of them at how willing the "good girl" of the group was to stray.
"Let's do it," they all four quickly agreed, already getting girl-drunk off the white wine they were drinking as they looked forward to the real debauchery starting later that night.
Later that night, the four sexy blondes gathered at Miranda's place to get ready for their night out, checking themselves out in the bathroom mirror as they waited on the limo to take them to the bar for the night.
"Damn I look HAWT," Kellie said to them as she checked her reflection in the mirror, the tight black leather mini skirt she was in showing off more leg than she probably ever had before as the matching black leather top she wore squeezed her tits together, making them seem even larger than they already were.
Miranda had found her best black leather pair of shorts and had accentuated her look with a tight-fitting blue Merle Haggard t-shirt, while Kimberly was dressed in a tight pair of blue jeans and a yellow tank top, while Carrie, as always, looked the picture of perfection in a pair of cut-off shorts and a low-cut blue shirt that showed off her tits.
"The limo's here. Let's go," Miranda told them when she looked out on the street and saw it, all four of them rushing off to catch it as Carrie, Kimberly and Kellie texted their husbands and told them they'd see them later.
"This place is packed tonight. Perfect for trolling for men Ran," Carrie told her when they arrived at the dingy little Nashville bar they all already knew so well, the four of them agreeing to stay together all night until Miranda found a guy (or guys) to hook up with, which is when Carrie, Kimberly and Kellie expected to leave.
"Hey, those guys shooting pool over there look kind of hot. I'm going to go talk to them and see if they like what they see," Miranda told her gal pals after they had been drinking for a bit, leaving her three married friends to fend for themselves as she went to go shoot some pool.
"Ran's out having some fun tonight. I guess we should too," Kimberly told her friends, making a beeline for the dance floor as Carrie and Kellie made their plans for the night, the last of the group to begin their girls' night activities.
"OH HELL YES! They have a mechanical bull here. I'm gonna go ride it and show those boys over there how we do it in Oklahoma Kel," Carrie told Kellie as she got up and headed off to her entertainment for the rest of the night, leaving Kellie to drink alone at the table they had all started at as every guy that came by started hitting on her.
Little did they know that even though their night was going to lead them in four different directions, they'd still all be going home satisfied at the end of the night...
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Miranda's Night:
Miranda had made herself at home by landing at the pool tables after a few minutes of drinking with her friends, unable to resist the allure of using her charms to snooker some innocent men out of some money.
And she definitely seemed to be getting somewhere in pursuit of that venture, as she had found a couple of hot tattooed guys to flirt with, winking at them and teasing them every time she made a shot or they bought her a beer.
"What's a sexy thing like you doing in a dump like this?" one of them asked her, thinking that someone of her celebrity and stature in life shouldn't be wasting her time in a dingy, run-down Nashville bar.
"Flirting with hot, tattooed guys like you and your friend over there, that's what," Miranda huskily told him as she winked at him and put her hands on his chest, distracting him enough that he missed his next ball.
"Oops...Did I make you do that?" she giggled as she leaned in for her next shot and the guy she wasn't currently flirting with left briefly.
"Are you hot, studly guys trying to get me drunk so you can fuck me later?" Miranda teased him as he brought her another round, slurring her words as she bent over the table to shoot, the other guy grabbing a handful of her ass as she did.
"Maybe we are Miranda," the one who groped her ass told her, grinding his crotch between her legs just to gauge her reaction as Miranda moaned softly at the movement.
"Have you gotten this tight little pussy fucked since you dumped his ass baby? Cause if you haven't we'd like to be the first ones who get it post-divorce," the one flirting with her told her as the one behind her grinded on her again.
"No...UH," she moaned as the guy who brought her the last round of drinks started making out with her while the one she had been flirting with pulled her shorts down and wrapped his arm around her waist to sit her down on the edge of the pool table.
