<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Dead Horse Saloon</strong></span></span><br/><br/><br/>The saloon was bustling with thieves, pimps, hunters, and druggies. The odor that filled the place was palpable in the form of humidity despite the fans that rotated above and the windows being wide open to vent the place. There was the smell of sweat, sex, and alcohol as men laughed and women danced and served constant rounds of whiskey. Bottoms were slapped, waitresses were harassed, and dancers did their best upon stage to lure most of the riff-raff so the waitresses could work. The problem had only arrived recently in the form of a man claiming to be<em>The Best in the West</em>. He had bought everyone in the saloon a round to celebrate his successful run through Wilson’s. The story had been that the man had managed to go through Wilson’s warehouse without a scratch on him and emerged with revolvers of gold. He claimed Wilson had given him the best guns in all Eastwood. Well, no one had the guts to duel him and find out if his story had been true. The man was filthy rich and buying everyone rounds of whiskey. What was there to complain about?<br/><br/><em>I don’t know how much more these kegs are going to take</em>, the bartender mused. He stood before the three kegs with a cloth in a glass. His white undershirt was tucked inside black trousers, and a gray vest was buttoned at his abdomen. “That damn gunslinger trying to make me lose my business,” the bartender grumbled. His gray, fuzzy brows furrowed over his dark eyes as they settled on the man. He was seated on a couch with two voluptuous women hugging his sides. They hadn’t been just any girls. With their trademark red and blonde hair, their red and blue outfits, and similar appearance, they were none other than the twins, Sunny and Ginger. Next to them were prostitutes wanting to get in on the cuddling, but the twins were hogging the entire show.<br/><br/>Sunny had her cheek upon the man’s shoulder, giving him a soft smile as her blue denim top cut into a deep V did nothing to hide the swollen tops of her breasts. “Enjoying yourself, Mister Man?” Sunny asked cutely.<br/><br/>Ginger had her toned leg across the gunman’s lap, and her red shorts were tight against the curves of her bottom. She lightly traced the curling ends of his dastardly moustache and smirked. Unlike her sister, her face was flushed from intoxication, and a lazy expression twisted on her lips. “I like his moustache. It’s so sexy,” she complimented.<br/><br/>The supposed-Best in the West was grinning like a king seated upon a pile of gold. He had a hard boner swollen in his pants, and he did nothing to hide it as he watched the dancers tossing their skirts in the Can Can and flashing the men crowding the front of the stage. His celebration so far had been glorious!<br/><br/>“I am having a wonderful time with you two gorgeous girls!” he exclaimed as he drew his arms about their waists and the twins squealed with pleased giggles.<br/><br/>The gunman’s eyes widened and his amused expression faded into confusion when the saloon lights suddenly went dim. Ruffians began to bark and roar like a bunch of primitive creatures. Some couldn’t finish their card games and others were just fussing to fuss. Suddenly, there was a loud click as a spot light illuminated the stage. There, standing in a cream-colored two-piece of silk was a brown-skinned beauty. The belt about her waste glittered with rhinestones, drawing the eyes of the horny men to her flat stomach and the diamond piercing winking from her navel. Her face was covered by an obscuring veil, but the jeweled bra that cupped a pair of buxom breasts hinted the name of the woman. Tassels hung from the trim of her bra and quivered to her slightest movements as she posed there on stage. Strong bronze legs were spread apart as the sheet of silk hung between them, veiling her front and back. Her hands were flat upon her inner thighs, pressing the curtain against her crotch so the men could get a partial view of her obscured abdomen.<br/><br/>The gunman’s grin returned to his face as he queried, “Isn’t that Magnificent?” The face of the twins immediately sank in anger. Who did she think she was trying to outshine them?<br/><br/>A tune of a once Middle Eastern culture filled the room as the Lady began a belly dance. Her hips swayed, rolled, and popped to the differing beats of the music and the silken skirts about her legs jumped and bra-tassels wiggled ecstatically. The shaking of her bosom had the men at the front going wild like a cage of excited monkeys. Lady soon lowered to her hands and knees and shook her bottom inches before a man’s face. The thief was petrified upon seeing the silken cloth outlining the cleavage of her bottom. It then began to tumble free of her hips like milk. Mesmerized, he held his hands out to catch the cloth that was warm from her bottom. His mouth fell open when her next outfit was unveiled. The tiny, spandex shorts that were snug against her quivering ass cheeks and tight against her peach made his eyes roll back into his head, and with a thump, he had fainted.<br/><br/>The men around him pointed and laughed as one greedily snatched the silk from his hands and pressed it to his nose. He inhaled deeply; and after Lady’s vigorous display, she sat with her legs bent to either side of her and toes curled tight as her shorts rushed into the cleavage of her ass as her soft muscles tightened up. It stunned more of the men as one anxiously reached out to grasp her warm bottom within his rough hands. Lady turned and swung her left leg out as her heel connected against the side of the pimp’s head. Another man was dropped to the floor as the men glanced down at him in surprise briefly before returning their eyes to the show.<br/><br/>The performance was turning from some belly dance exhibition to a strip tease as Lady sat upon her bottom and spread her legs into a large V. The veil on her face came undone and went rippling down the length of her body to pass down between her legs and off the edge of the stage. Another man was quick to catch it, and the face of the beauty was revealed. She held her ankles as she continued to bear her cameltoe for her drooling audience. Her full lips were in curved into a confident smile. There was vanity all over the brown-sugar mistress as she finally lowered her legs and rolled backwards. Like a prowling cat, she strode back towards the men. Her hips swayed and her breasts hung like weights from her chest. Gunmen began to hold out fans of money as they begged for one night. Just one night!<br/><br/>Lady smirked at them, and then shot a smirk at the twins that made the two girls bare their teeth like enraged hounds. “That bitch!” Ginger snapped.<br/><br/>“I think someone needs a time out,” Sunny growled.<br/><br/>The gunman glanced to both of the women with distaste, and soon ditched them to run like an excited child to the front of the stage. Ginger swiftly removed her pistol and aimed it at his back. “Want me to shoot him?”<br/><br/>“No. He has the golden guns remember?”<br/><br/>Ginger turned her head dismissively as she returned her pistol into its holster. “Hmph! What the fuck ever.”