The soft wet sound of King’s fingers drawing free from Abby’s body were joined by the whimpering gasps of her recovery. When his greedy inelegant hands found her breasts, she continued working and idly hoped that his release would come soon now that the afterglow of her own was starting to fade. As he stood, Abby braced herself to lean forward and take him in her mouth again. However, when his strong hands dragged her upright, she knew what he had in mind next. What she hadn’t expected was the loud crack of his hand on her upturned rear. Gasping in shock, her body tensed just as he thrust fully within her. A gasping cry ensued, the combination of his fingers wound in those coppery tendrils and the urgent pounding of his cock into her silken walls surprising her past the lull of her receding orgasm.<br/><br/>Pushing herself up onto her elbows, Abby tilted her hips and arched her back sharply to allow him full access to her body.  As the grip in her hair dragged her head back, she whimpered and extended her arms to prop herself up on her palms while he savagely took her mouth. The odd angle was difficult to maintain, but his firm grasp did not allow any leeway and the powerful crush of his lips mirrored the strength of his pounding hips. Straining and sore, she just barely restrained a moan of relief when King pulled out and the thick drops of his cum warmed her skin. Gasping in breaths, she lay on her stomach for a long while, her hair in a wild array of disheveled curls and her ass gleaming with the white wetness of King’s seed. Finally regaining her capacity for thought and action, she rose from her position on the bed and filled a ceramic basin with water from the matching pitcher set on the bedside table.<br/><br/>Washing herself with the water and a slip of cloth found on the nightstand, she took those moments to reflect on what had transpired over the last hour. The soreness between her legs rekindled that earlier flash of vindictive anger toward Lola, causing Abby to mull over King’s comments harder. She had just been used like one of Trixie’s trollops, what was to say that Lola wouldn’t make this type of “request” more often? And what if she did get pregnant? Who wanted a pregnant barmaid bouncing on their knee? And what would she do with a child anyway? Frowning into the basin of water, Abby resolved that fate would not befall her.<br/><br/>King’s words drew her out of her silent musings, pulling her dark blue gaze over her bare shoulder to meet his stare. His insinuation that she was invited to join his “team” put a little spark of confidence in her. Abby’s usually cheery smile returned to her lips as she turned to face him, her flawless nude form sashaying across the room to accept the offered cigarette. Plucking it from his fingers, she lowered herself onto his lap and wound an arm around his shoulder, fingers working up through the long dark hair at his neck. After taking a shallow drag, she offered it back to him with her smile still in place, “I am quite fond of winning, Mr. King. I would be honored to be on any team of yours.” Still stroking those lithe fingers through his dark locks, she peered up curiously into his face, the image of wide-eyed innocence (so long as one did not take note of her distinct lack of clothing or the scent of sex in the air). “So what changes are we talking about, sir? You thinking of running for mayor or becoming sheriff?” Hoping to draw a little information out of him, she used all of the feminine wiles available to her in that moment, hoping desperately that he would reveal something that would shed a little light on what was going on.<br/>