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Cowgirl

... cruelly. He grinned as he looked at the three oh-so-innocent men behind him. "Well, I'm awake now and she's still here, so I guess not!" Kenny scratched his head and looked at the girl. "Lady, I'd don't think you know what you got yourself into here. This here is Stanley Herdass' land, and he runs the tightest, toughest outfit in all the West. Why there are twelve-year veterans that pale at the mention of working on his ranches. It's not a place for c***dren and not a place for women." Beth Ann folded her arms in front of her chest defiantly, drawing moans of displeasure from the assembled men. She glared at Kenny. "Now look here, mister Big Shot Foreman. Stanley Herdass himself gave me this job and I'm not going to let you or any other men here fuck it up for me!" She spat on the ground. "Treat me just like any of your men and we'll get along just fine." In twenty-six years of herding cows Kenny had never been talked to like that by a man that still lived, let alone hearing it from a woman. Rage seethed through his body and he fought for control. He didn't want his men seeing that the woman bothered him. So he gave a casual shrug. "Hey, if that's what you want. But I bet ten dollars you're going off crying to your Daddy by morning." The girl clapped her hands in excitment. She snatched up the startled foreman's hand and pumped it vigorously. "You've got a bet. Thanks, Kenny. I appreciate this. You won't regret it." She paused, glanced at her chest. "Now about those fresh ...

... clothes..." A slow grin came over Kenny's chiseled face. He snapped his fingers. "Ringo. Give me your shirt." "Hey, come on, boss, it's cold out here." "Now, Ringo." The man shrugged and quickly shucked off his fithly sweat-stained shirt and handed it to the boss. Kenny took it without comment. "Danny. Where's Danny boy?" "Here, boss." A lithe young boy came up to the front of the men. "You're about her size. Give her your pants." The boy's mouth opened for a second, and then he snapped it shut. "Yesir," he mumbled, seating himself on a wooden crate he tugged off his boots and removed his thick jeans. He stood in the evening light, legs pale and skinny, a shirt and thin pair of once-white briefs his only garments. Kenny tossed the clothing at the feet of Beth Ann. "All right," he said. "Get changed." For a second the girl glanced around, as though expecting a private hotel suite to pop up in the middle of the wilderness, and then she saw Kenny's hard gaze, mocking and triumphant. Beth Ann relaxed her face and smiled at Kenny. Hesitating only a couple seconds longer, she began to strip. First off were her boots, which she kicked off easily, as they were rather large for her petite feet. The chaps came off next, discarded in the mud. Next was her mud-stained shirt. She carefully unbuttoned the series of studs down the front and opened it, revealing a massive womanly figure encased by a slim white cotton brassiere. The men were gulping and fidgeting as they watched. Beth Ann tossed ...