<i>“Gotta be hard, havin’ ta ride herd on this here crowd.”</i><br/><br/>“Oh, that’s not the hard part,” Victoria cooed, enjoying another sip of whisky.<br/><i><br/>
“Anythin’ Ah kin do ta help, we’ll, Ah’d consider it an honor ta do you a favor ma’am.”</i><br/><br/>Vic considered taking him up on that offer, but she knew he didn’t mean the way she wanted to take it. He was just being polite. Both Jeb and Tom were perfectly polite, and that was a problem. Vic wasn’t looking for polite, tonight. She was looking for coarse, and filthy, and rough, and raw. “Nah, it ain’t nothing I can’t handle.”<br/><br/><i>“Ah. This a private party? Or do you have room for one more?”</i><br/><br/>“No party here,” Vic assured Cassie, covering most of her disappointment in a smile. Her gaze lingered on the slender woman, and once more the temptation to try her out burned hot in her core. But she didn’t want Cassie to feel obliged to service her employer, and pushed the thought away. Maybe, if she brought it up, first. “You can take my glass, if’n you don’t mind cleanin’ it out.”<br/><br/>Drawing herself erect, she made her way downstairs. It was rowdy, rowdier than usual, but she could handle it. Passing out drinks, smiling and winking at the whistles and cat calls. There was a heat in the salon tonight, a heat that simmered in each set of eyes that lingered on her skin, and drank in her figure. That heat was a presence on her skin, thick and sultry, and it chafed her thighs as she moved the bar and demanded satisfaction.<br/><br/>Bent over one table to refill their drinks, and maybe tempt them, more than a little, Vic got a reaction, all right. A hand, thick and meaty, cupped her ass and squeezed. A miner’s hand, no doubt. A shocked gasp escaped her lips, breathy and high. The table burst into bawdy laughter, each set of eyes leering at her, including the man on her right, sporting a cocky grin. Usually, that would have earned the culprit a hand across his face and an escort outside. Tonight, however, Miss Vickie had other things on her mind.<br/><br/>“Oh, and what are you packin’ now?” she replied, moving in to grab his crotch in return. Laughter at the tabled died out quick, replaced by an awkward, tense focus on her. “Hmm, not bad. But do you know how to use it?”<br/><br/>The miner didn’t answer right away, still stunned by her bold reprisal. It took a couple of blinks before he could manage a, “Hell yeah I kin use it. Why don’t you lemme show you how.”<br/><br/>“Alright then.” She motioned with her head upstairs. “Come on, I ain’t got all night now.” Then without turning to see if he were following –because of course he was– she headed for her room upstairs, and closed the door behind them.