<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/a5/1a/cd/a51acddde9a6d128e7c9d4fdef42bf12--sexy-cowgirl-cowgirl-style.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character: Ashley "Jasmine" Smith<br/><br/>Location: Lola's Saloon main floor/bar area<br/><br/>Time of day: Afternoon<br/><br/>Tagging: anyone/open, Jason Hunter<br/></strong><br/><hr/><br/>Ashley's sighed as she picked up the 4 glass mugs filled with ale and walked through the busying saloon to the table. Putting the glasses down she managed a small smile at the group of 4 cowboys playing cards. "Here you go gentleman! Let me know if there is anyth..." Ashley stopped mid sentence as she felt a hand slide up her back inner thigh and grope at her ass through her underwear. Looking over she saw the one man sitting at the table with a stupid grin on his face. She could see his arm outstretched down to try and hide his hand and arm going up her leg. "You better take that hand off right now.. you don't want to know what might happen.." It was a good thing he had not felt up her other leg where a small six shooter was tucked inside her garter belt. Ashley had seldom had to use it, but once or twice a too drunk patron got too handsy with her and had tried to kill her. It would have happened to anyone and once she took out her gun and promised the man that it would be the last time he had two balls he quickly retreated out of the saloon never to be seen again.<br/><br/>Ashley had a soft personality about herself, but she knew her rights and the rules Lola constantly went over when it came to working with the men that often thought they were entitled to too much. As Ashley felt the man's hand push further between her thighs the blonde woman gave him a distasteful look and then squeezed her legs and thighs together trapping the man's fingers between her legs. Turning sharply on her heels she felt the few bones in the man's fingers snap just like pencils. A short scream which was drowned out by the music and attention on Lola dancing, only the men at the table had seen and heard what had just happened. As the man pulled away his now mangled fingers Ashley grinned at him "Next time you should listen when told to do so..." She turned on her heels and walked stiffly over to the bar. She hated dealing with men like that, but it had also become a daily tradition to have to deal with the men that tried to push the rules.<br/><br/>It was getting later into the afternoon, but Ashley would be at the saloon until closing time. She loved where she worked, but it was hard work especially for herself and Rose. They shouldered a lot of the work in the saloon along with Lola. Ashley was just happy that Lola had taken her in and helped get her set up enough to feel somewhat comfortable. Times were tough in these days and Ashley probably spent most of her time trying to figure out ways to make more money. She kept dreaming of the day she would be able to live with a fine man that would take care of her and her future babies on a nice big plot of land. Ashley had many dreams, but the reality was for now that she would be spreading her legs for quite a long time for the little money she did make selling her body. Luckily it was just her and Rose that worked the men and most were more than eager to pay what the women wanted as long as they got their needs met.<br/><br/>Ashley looked around the busy saloon and her eyes rested on Tom. He always sat alone and she felt a bit afraid of him. He was so mysterious, quiet and seemed to not want to engage in the various activities most men and patrons that came into the bar wanted to do. Ashley took a deep breath and ran her hands over her dress. Part of her had a crush on Tom, but he rarely talked and besides asking for refills Ashley didn't know what else to talk to him about. Seeing that his beer mug was almost empty she made her way over to his table. Brushing back some of her long blonde hair she flashed him a smile "How's it going Tom? Want another drink?" she asked as she leaned over. Her big bust bulged out offering more than enough cleavage begging for attention. Tom was one of the few men she had yet to take upstairs to one of the rooms and it had almost felt like a challenge to figure out how she could get him to come and enjoy some private time with her.