"Mr. Coultier, this a cowgirl bar if you get my drift."
"Charlene, may I call you Charlene?" Coultier continued without waiting for my answer. His condescending attitude and Texas drawl were not the only things getting on my nerves. That's when he placed his hand on my knee.
"The Brama Bull 5000 is a specialty product designed just for a gal like you. Why I guarantee if you put one of these beauties in your special event room your special events business is gonna double next year."
"Mr. Coultier! This is a lesbian bar; we cater to a womens lifestyle." Coulter was bringing out the worst in me. They told me they would send the best salesman they had but I was ready to kick this man out on his ass. I pushed his hand off my knee.
"Charlene, I can see you're a busy woman." The look he gave me made me feel like a piece of meat. The man was pure slime. "I'm gonna make you a deal you can't refuse. I'm gonna install for you free of charge a Brama 5000 and let you test drive it for a month free of charge. We'11 even train you and your staff in its use. If ya like it, then you can buy it! It don't get no better'n that little lady."
The little lady comment raised more hackles and I glared silently at him.
"Hell, I'll even send our best training gal, at no charge to you! Ya'll can complete all the paperwork with her."
I nodded my agreement just to get rid of him and left the room leaving Karen, my Special Events Manager, to escort Coultier from my bar.
****
When the phone rang two weeks later I rolled lazily over in my bed and crawled over Sarah to get to the phone.
"Charlene!" Karen's voice over the phone almost hurt my ears with her enthusiasm. "Boss, you've got to get down here pronto."
"What time is it?" I replied sleepily.
"Ten thirty. The Brama Bull 5000 is here. You've got to see this. Ohhhh, and the trainer is here too." Karen hung up.
I groaned and rolled back over noticing the tattoo on Sarah's naked back. She had slept through the whole call. Sometimes owning your own business sucks I thought as I rolled out of bed.
An hour later I walked into the The Purple Corral and headed back towards my office. We did not open during the day so all was quiet. Karen intercepted me just before my office.
"Nice outfit boss," she said. I glanced down. It was summer and hot here in Texas so I had tossed on a light cotton summer dress and sandals.
"Wait till you see the bull boss." She paused and then continued, "and the trainer."
I changed directions and opened the door to the special events room. It took a minute to adjust my eyes to the dimmer lights but I could see a figure with her back to me by what was obviously the Brama 5000. I walked forward.
A long black haired amber skinned girl turned to great me.
"Hi, you must be Charlene. I'm Naomi, Naomi Chavez, Training manager with Buckin Machines Inc. I'm pleased to meet you".
She held out her hand. Now I'm not flustered often but this woman was a beauty. Her soft voice matched a perfect complexion. She was average height with a lithe figure except for her breasts. Compared to her stature she was well endowed. She wore a red cotton shirt, short flared denim skirt and cowboy boots. I reached out and shook her hand.
"I, ummm, I wasn't expecting somebody like you. Oh! I'm sorry, that came out wrong. I mean Mr. Coultier is," I paused.
"Is a complete ass," she interrupted with a smile. "Don't worry. I get that often, people expect everybody in the company is like him because he is one of the owners. But really, he is a smart business man. It was his idea to build the 5000 bull just for your kind of business. He got the idea from a rich young trophy wife in Dallas. Her husband ordered one custom made to specifications. I think you'll like it."
I walked over to the Brama Bull 5000. It looked like most other bull riding machines I had seen before except it had no safety bags around it to catch fallen riders. I asked about that. Naomi said we did not need one.
"I can see your disbelief. Don't worry. I grew up on a cattle ranch so I know the dangers. My father was Mexican. Mother was a Kiowa Indian. But this bull is not made to throw the rider."
"Pardon? You sell bucking machines designed not to throw the rider!" Naomi grinned wickedly at me and nodded.
"It' s simple really. Here, look at the controls, there are six, three really if you count the fact that half of them are function controls and the other three are speed controls for each function. The first function has eight settings and controls the motion of the bull. Side to side, up and down, bucking and rotation. Any of these motions can be activated individually or combined with another motion."
I nodded politely not sure how this was going to help my business but Naomi was acting like a professional, the complete opposite of what Coultier had been. I was willing to listen to her. She was also making me hot each time she leaned over the controls letting me see some of her wondrous cleavage. Her breasts despite being large were firm and upright and I could find no trace that she was wearing a bra.
"The second function is like a massage chair. It's either on or off. The top, where you sit, and a part of the sides of the bull vibrate like those massage chairs in a mall. You can feel it in your crotch and down the inside top of your thighs when you're sitting on the bull."
I nodded again. Now she really had my attention.
"Ever seen a Sybian?"