<div class="floatleft">(http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/life/images/attachement/jpg/site1/20080403/0013729c050d095e810109.jpg)</div>Evelyn Miller known to most as Eve, and to the lucky rare few as Evie, sat among the patrons of the popular saloon, attentively holding a polite smile that skillfully feigned her amusement. Her soft painted lips combined with the voluptuous swell of her breasts, were enough of a distraction to preserve her secret, effectively evading the truth found buried in her expressive honey brown eyes.<br/><br/>Perched upon the knee of a well-dressed, older man, with one hand draped along the back the plush chair, currently occupied by Hank Thompson, a regular to Lola’s during his many stopovers to Silver City. A highly successful business man, Hank demanded the best offerings in life, preferring the understated elegance of the cool blonde at his side opposed to the flashy sexuality decorating some of the more presumptuous younger models.  Evelyn fully understood his needs. Image was important and what pleasures of the flesh they would, at times, participate in would be concealed in the privacy of her room, restricted from the prying eyes that may look for an opportunity to prosper from his indiscretion.<br/><br/>Evelyn was no amateur when it came to the roll of mistress. Her grasp of the unspoken rules were that of a seasoned warrior, knowing when to speak and when to remain silent and consistently offering something pretty to look upon had lined her pocket with various sparkling precious gifts as well as padding the overall take at Lola’s. Currently the attractive blonde was happy to sit silently, allowing the men at her table to concentrate on a game of risk. Her golden brown eyes swept the room, taking the opportunity to scan the saloon, watching as some of the less experience girls entice the coins from the well-worn pockets of the town’s men.  The elegant curl of her lips never once waivered, concealing any show of distaste at some of the more brazen acts committed by the young and inexperienced.  Evelyn had learned over the years to keep her opinions to herself, unless otherwise requested by Lola.  Her expression was frozen; set in salutation as she presented herself as what could be easily mistaken as a bona fide lady, had her environment not been that of a saloon lounge.<br/><br/>As a silent observer, Evelyn watched as Layla and Abbey vied for the attention of Jackson, a regular and good friend of Lola’s. If only she could be at a closer vantage point, for the fire that erupted in Abbey’s eyes was strong enough to be felt clear across the room. Evie’s lips twitched, threatening to betray her amusement with the younger girls, causing her to drop her head slightly in order to hide the laughter dancing in her eyes.  Returning her attention to those at her table, Evelyn offered a teasing smile to one of the card players sitting directly across from her, effectively causing his attention to dwindle from the game at hand, and allowing the tell from his bluff to show.<br/><br/>Abandoning her flirtatious game and giving way to curiosity, her eyes moved from his smiling face, unaware that with one smile she had cost him the game, and swept the bustling room. Evelyn felt the shiver run along the full length of her spine as she spied her friend and employer talking to the very dangerous Desmond King, a man Evelyn instinctively took great care in avoiding. She watched them with great interest, concealed under a thick veil of lashes.  Unfortunately the distance between herself and the conversing couple was far too great for Evelyn to grasp the nature of their exchange. However the body language came in loud and clear. Lola was not happy. Evelyn made a mental note to see if there was something she might do to assist the saloon’s proprietor as soon as the opportunity presented itself.<br/><br/>Evelyn’s private observations were interrupted with the sound of loud laughter erupting from the table of gamblers as once again Hank had won the pot.  Leaning his large frame towards the center of the table, extending his meaty arms out in order to frame the pile of gold, Hank chuckled gleefully sweeping his take towards his placement on the circular table.  The movement had Evelyn pushed forward at the waist, presenting her plentiful bosom to the men that joined in a friendly game of chance, offering them a small consolation, and smoothing the sting of their loss with her feminine temptations.<br/><br/>“This here filly is my golden charm I tell ya!” Hank boasted in a loud and booming voice, one hand sweeping his take into a neat pile as the other curled possessively around Evelyn’s waist.  The show of affection continued as Evie raised a slim hand to stroke along his bearded face, responding in a gentle tone emphasizing the feigned docile femininity he enjoyed.<br/><br/><strong>”Buy a round of whisky Mr. Thompson?  I’m sure it will go a long way in easing the loss with your generosity.” </strong>His grip bit into her cloth covered flesh as he showed his agreement with a quick deceive nod. It was a small gesture, but one that would give her reason to escape his clammy grasp without becoming offensive.  His reward was increased by evidence of his smile, upon finding Eve’s soft lips pressed against his cheek as she gracefully raised from her place on his lap.<strong>“Gentlemen! I promise to return with refreshments, the finest whisky in all of Silver City!</strong>As she moved away from the table Evie graced them with one last flirtatious smile and a teasing remark,<strong>”and just maybe…if you’re lucky…a few friends might come along, to help ease your pains.”</strong>Her promise punctuated with a sassy wink, Evelyn waltzed off towards the bar without looking back, the sound of raucous laughter chasing her steps and the feeling of several pairs of eyes burning her backside as they took great pleasure watching the soft sway of her female form as it weaved through the crowd.<br/><br/>Keeping a pleasant smile upon her pretty face, Evelyn moved through the crowd as gracefully as a dancer, taking note of the absence of both Layla and Abbey, curiosity getting the better of her with the even more notable absence of Jackson.  A wicked thought flashed in her honey brown eyes, highlighting the golden flecks within as sultry, erotic images of all three entangled in a lustful embrace danced in her mind.  In an attempt to regain her composure Evie raised her slim hand, mindlessly fanning her heated skin, kissed by the fever of her passionate thought.  It took a moment or two before she was able to reclaim her sanity taking notice another absence, that of Mr. King. It was that absence that chilled her body, halting all further thoughts pertaining to the wanton cravings of the flesh.<br/>