right, that the smart money was on the big-assed blond. I went back to Rod. Everyone kept calling him Junior. I smiled my best and asked him why.
'Wall,' he drawled, giving me his lop-sided smile, 'I changed muh name.'
'From what?' I asked, pretending to be really interested. 'I'm tryin' to ferget,' he said.
'I'm good at keeping secrets,' I told him, giving him a bit of hip as we stood side by side to let him know I could keep that secret, too. He was looking down the neck of my dress and I didn't have on a bra.
'Yew ever tell I'll put the black hex of the mountains on you,' he said.
'Cross my heart.' I crossed it, letting my finger brush a nipple so that it stood up and saluted him. His eyes I went to it right away and stayed there. I could almost feel them, because he was quite a man and I'd been exposed to things like His Honor and his lax cock, to,f old man Worth and his shoes and to Pearl's feminine, lovemaking with just little old fast-going inexperienced, Bill Murphy to do the raw and real man thing to me. I t was ready for some mature, manly cock and I had eyes for this Rod Hensley as much as he had for me. You know how it is when two people meet and have this thing for each other. I mean, you can feel the sparks fly. They were shooting out from me and Rod like spar- (klers. 'Junior Albercrombie,' he said. He laughed.
I laughed with him, not at him. 'God, I know how you feel. I'm hung with the tag of Ruby Gore.' 'Ruby ain't bad.'
'It's going to be Kitsy,' I said. 'When I'm ready to › blow the dust of this state off my ass. Kitsy McRae.' 'Has real class,' he said.
'I got plans, Rod,' I said. 'And among them is winning this dinky little high country shit-fest of a beauty pageant.' He frowned. 'Wall.'
'I know,' I said. 'They've got the little country girl with the big ass all dressed up for the part and they've indicated to you that you should look at her twice.' 'You been around, huh?' He grinned at me. 'Not as much as I'm going to,' I said. 100 'Youlnow how it is, then.'
'What do you owe them?' I asked. I was looking into his eyes and giving him all my charge right through the eyeballs.
He killed his drink, eyes squinted. 'Come to think of it, Ruby,' he said, dropping his Walt Disney animal story narrator voice, 'I don't owe these bastards a fucking thing.'
I thought I knew the boy then. I took a long shot. 'When you were going to school here were you elected class president?' He looked at me. 'Nope.'
'Who was?' He didn't answer. I looked over at the big assed little blond who was sucking around the women judges. 'Was it her? I don't mean her, herself, but someone like her? Her big brother? The son or daughter of the banker or the newspaper editor or the town's rich man?'
He was pouring himself a shot into the non-alcoholic punch. 'They shit on you all your life, didn't they, Junior?' I used his old name deliberately. 'And now that you've made it all by yourself… look, how did you learn to play the guitar? I'll bet it was sitting all alone in a mountain cabin because they shit on you and you couldn't buy your butt into their little social circles with a pair of ragged-assed jeans and bare feet.'
He grinned. 'You're a smart gal, Ruby Gore. You sayin' let's us poor folks unite against them fancy folks?'
I didn't know if I was winning or not, but I went ahead. 'I'm saying something else. I'm saying we're alike. I'm saying we're both trying to lift ourselves by our own bootstraps. I'm saying let's pull together. You give me a lift and I'll give you a lift.' 'I'd be one against four.'
'They'd listen to you.'
He grinned again. 'So I can give you'a boost, honey, but what can you do for me?'
'Well, I damned sure can't get you a contract with the Grand Ole Opry,' I said, smiling and standing so close he could stand there and look down and see my nipples. 'But I can make you feel like a tiger, buddyHE can make you eat raw meat and go out there and fight the fucking world.'
'I'll bet you could at that,' he said, thinking about it. Then someone came up and I didn't get a chance, although I tried, to talk with him again.
'How'd it go?' Pearl asked, when we were back in my room.
'I don't know. If the phone rings in the next few minutes we're in.' 'Nothing definite?'
'He was interested,' I said. 'But he spent the last part of the evening with the locals. I saw the big-ass belle trying to vamp him.'
'Ruby,' she said. 'I don't think the phone is going to ring. I think we've made a useless trip.'
We sat around for thirty minutes and it seemed that she was right. I was getting mad. I told Pearl to go to bed. I went down to the,desk and asked if Mr. Hensley was in his room. I was carrying a manila envelope containing my pictures and press clippings. I told the clerk, who wasn't too swift, that it belonged to Mr. Hensley and that it was very important to get it to him that very night. He said he'd give it to him. I said no go, that I was going to put it in his room personally, since it was valuable original sheet music Mr. Hensley had written. The clerk fumed and fussed a little, but in the end he went up with me and unlocked the door to Rod's room. I went in and put the envelope on the dresser and came out, being careful to leave the door unlocked.
'Did you lock the door?' the clerk asked. I wiggled the doorknob and said I'd locked it, thanked the old fart and went off down the hall. He got in the elevator and went down and I went back to Rod's room, stripped to the buff and made myself comfortable on his bed. Now I just hoped that he'd come in half sober and alone. I thought it would be funny if he came back with some girl he'd picked up, maybe the big-assed little blond, and I was prepared for anything. I was not going to give up without a fight.
I was dozing when I heard the door. I woke up, fully alert. He was alone and he was sober. He was loosening his tie when he turned around after closing the door and turned on the light and all of me hit him right in the face.
'Jesus H. God,' he said. I stretched, making my boobs stand out.
'I've waited for a long time,' I said. He was frozen in his tracks, both his hands up on his tie. 'We didn't get a chance to finish our conversation.'
'Ruby Gore,' he said, his eyes locked onto my boobs for a few seconds and then dropping to the quite openly displayed goodie between my legs, 'I think it would be best for all concerned if you got your ass out of here.'
I got up on my knees. I knew that the position accentuated my hips and made my tits stick up nicely. I held out my arms. 'Come over here and say that.' 'Honey, you can't bribe your way through the world.'
'That's funny. A congressman told me just a while ago that if the price is right you can buy anything in this world.' 'You're just a kid,' he said.
'If you're worried about statutory rape I'm past the age of consent,' I said.
'Why don't you be a good girl and'go on back to your own room?' he said, picking up my dress and throwing it at me.
'Because I've seen you looking at me,' I said. 'Because I can make it very, very good for you, Junior Rod Hensley Albercrombie.' 'You done much of this?' he asked.
'I'm not virgin^ If I were I'd be a lousy lay. I'm not used up, either. This fable about a woman being used up is shit. A woman improves with experience and if you don't know that it sure is time you learned.'
'Honey,' he said. 'I'm going in to take a shower. When you hear me come out you'd better be gone.'
I waited until I heard the water running. Then I went into the bath and there was just a curtain on the shower. I could see his shadow through it and he was right up under the shower head with the water running over his hair and face. I opened the curtain quietly and stepped in behind him. I let him wash the soap off his face and out of his eyes and then I stepped forward and put my arms around him and pressed my hot tits, my belly, my hard mound up against him.
'Jesus Christ,' he gasped, trying to displace my arms. He was all slick with soap and the feeling of my skin sliding on his was delicious. He turned in my arms and pushed at me and I slid down, holding my arms around him, until I was kneeling with the water running over both of us and my arms around his knees and his cock against my cheek. I was holding on for dear life and was feeling the delicious trembles, because he had a nice cock, all tight and clean looking, even when it was not hard. I clung and turned my face and sucked it into my mouth and he was pushing on my head and saying, 'Stop it, Ruby. Stop it.'
He pushed me away and lifted me. He was a strong man. He tore down the curtain getting out. I was clinging and calling his name and running my hands over his body and reaching for his cock. He said, 'Now I asked you to get out of here.' 'I ain't going,' I said. 'You're going.' 'No.'
