Ann arrived at the Buckaroo parked her compact car in the parking lot, got out, locked her purse inside, and walked toward the nightclub's entrance. The parking lot was filled with cars and pickup trucks, and country music boomed in the air. They weren't much for soft music in this place.
She went inside and stood just inside the door until her eyes adjusted to the smoky darkness inside the bar. There was an empty stool at the bar, so she walked to it and sat down. The bartender, a short, balding, stocky man, hustled right over.
"Hi, there, pretty thang," he said while he looked her over with a very lustful gaze. "What can I get for you?"
"Draft beer," Ann said, "light."
"Be right back, ma'am." The bartender turned, drew her beer, and set it in front of her. "Pretty thang like you, first one's on the house."
Ann smiled at him. He ought to leave off the hillbilly accent. It sounded forced. She picked up the beer and turned around on the stool to watch the people line-dancing. The place was packed and everyone seemed to be in a festive mood. Couples jammed the dance floor, their bodies writhing and jerking in time with the music.
Ann was on her third beer when a plain-looking guy in a plaid western-cut shirt and snug jeans worked his way across the bar and walked up to her. "Do you wanna dance with me, sweetheart?" he asked.
Ann smiled at him, nodded, and said, "Sure." She set her drink down, got off the stool, and moved out onto the edge of the dance floor. She could feel the man's eyes moving over her body as they danced to the fast beat of the song.
"My name's Sonny," the man yelled over the music. "What's yours?"
"Ann," she replied.
"Pleased to meet you, Ann," Sonny said.
"Nice to meet you, Sonny," Ann replied.
"You come here often?" he asked.
"Sometimes," she said, "You?"
"All the time," the man said. "Don't remember seeing you before, though. I'd sure as shootin' remember a girl pretty as you."
Ann felt herself flush at his compliment.
"You here by yourself?" he asked.
Ann nodded and kept on dancing.
"You wanna join my friend Charlie and me at our table?" he asked.
Ann nodded and said, "Sure."
When the music ended, Ann retrieved her beer from the bar and walked to the semi-circular corner booth where Sonny and his friend were sitting. The man's friend was shorter, wore glasses, and leered at her as she approached.
"This here's my pal, Charlie," Sonny told Ann as she slid into the booth. He looked at his friend and grinned. "She sure is a knockout, ain't she Charlie?"
"She sure as shit is!" Charlie replied. "She's the best lookin' chick in the place! How the hell did you get her to come over and sit with a couple of guys like us?"
"I just asked her and she said she would," Sonny told his friend. He smiled at Ann. "Didn't I, sweetheart?"
"I couldn't resist," Ann said and smiled at both of them. Neither of them was particularly handsome and they were a bit crude, but that was the way most of the men in bars acted. And, like most other men, they were looking at her with unabashed desire in their eyes. She wondered if she'd be able to separate Sonny from his friend somehow. She had no intention of inviting two men back to her house.
The band swung into a slow tune. Charlie smiled at Ann, took a long swallow of beer, and got up. "Wanna dance with me, too, sweetheart?" he asked.
"Sure," Ann said. She got up and moved out onto the dance floor with him.
Charlie's arms locked around her, pulling her tight against him, pressing her body against his. Ann was as tall as he was, and their faces were close. She could smell his breath, a rather unpleasant blend of beer and cigarette smell. As they moved slowly in time to the music, she could feel something pressing against her leg. He was getting a hard-on! Despite herself, Ann felt thrills rushing through her.
Charlie was surprised the woman let him pull her as close as she did, and got braver. He slid his hands down, cupped her bottom, and pulled her middle against the growing erection in his jeans. Damn, she was a hot one! Not only was she the best-looking chick in the place, she was hot, too! Real hot!
Ann wasn't thrilled to have Charlie's hands on her bottom, but didn't protest. She didn't want him to be angry with her. She wanted to have a good time and wasn't about to do anything to spoil the chance of that.
The dance ended and they went back to the table. Charlie kept his arm around her when they walked back to the table, and he slid into the booth on the same side she did.
"Want another beer, sweetheart?" Charlie asked. As he said it, he dropped his hand onto her leg.
"Sure," Ann said. The hand touching her thigh sent tingles into her body and a soft shudder went through her.
Charlie signaled the waitress and ordered another round of beer. Sonny slid around so he was close to Ann on the other side, and asked, "You havin' a good time, sweetheart?"
"Yes," Ann replied. "I'm having fun." How was she going to deal with this? She wanted to ask one of them to come home with her. Which one would it be and how would she get rid of the other one?
"I'm sure glad," Sonny said. "'Cause I'm sure havin' a helluva time." He laid a hand on her other thigh.
Ann felt a shudder run through her. Having both men caressing her legs was making her feel good. It was clear that both of them wanted her! She was probably the only woman in the place who had two men wanting her.
The waitress brought their beers. Ann drank most of hers in one swallow. Sonny and Charlie gulped theirs down quickly.
