Still tucking her shirt back into her pants, Katie stepped out of the barn. She hoped Sally had gotten home and she was imagining the scene that was about to unfold in the Harris household. The tears and the squeals and the angry shouts. At some point in the next 10-15 minutes, the Mayor was going to get dressed, he was going to storm out of his house indignant and angry at what his daughter had been subjected to and he was almost certainly going to come looking for her to the get the Marshall to do something. If Sally told him what Amos had done to her, she didnt expect him to take much notice. Partly of course, he almost certainly knew some of Katie's past and he certainly knew that Amos had not takem Katie's virtue. Katie even considered the possibility that the Mayor would simply presume that Katie had enjoyed it. And if Sally told him what Katie had said - albeit at Amos' instruction - he would have it confirmed. But Katie also knew that most father's wouldnt be particularly concerned about another woman with a somewhat colourful sexual past when his own daughter was at risk of being defiled.
As Katie walked up the main street, her mind lingered a little on what Amos had done to her. She could feel how wet she was - the remains of Amos' cum as it leaked from her mixed with her own arousal. And there was no doubt that she had been turned on by what Amos had done to her. The same way as she had been turned on by the assaults 'inflicted' on her by Jack Crenshaw and his men and then again by Jack and Victor and Jimmy... and the mexicans... and the indians. Even Jimmy's dogs. The difference here of course was that Amos had denied her a climax. The others had seemed to enjoy the fact that they had made her cum... many times over... as if it was a sign of their dominance and control and her submission. Her body's enjoyment despite whateveer she might say or how she might act. But Amos hadn't done that. He had used her for his own pleasure and then withdrawn. Even before the stranger had arrived, he had withdrawn.
Without even thinking she walked past the door of her own saloon and a few moments later found herself walking into the noise and bustle of Raf's place. She had no idea why she had come here for her drink. As she approached the bar, she couldn't see Raf but she was aware of some of his customers watching her. She appeared to take very little notice, but she felt their eyes on her body. 'Do they know Ive just been fucked...can they tell how wet I am... what I need' she thought to herself fleetingly. She tried to push the thought from her mind as she reached the bar and ordered a whiskey. Whatever it was that had brought her here, she thought , with hindsight that it probably wasn't a bad idea.
After what the Mayor had seen this morning with Katie appearing from the small room behind the bar, he might well assume that she would be here with Raf anyway. She would have to remember to ask both of them if they had come across an Englishman in town too. And then Katie wondered how long he had been in the barn? How long had he watched her getting fucked. Had he heard Katie say how much she liked it. But then most of the town almost certainly knew that anyway. Sudddenly Katie was aware of someone stood next to her. She turned her head and smiled a little seeing a dark haired woman, perhaps in her early to mid 30s, dressed in exactly the same way as practically every woman - everyone woman except Katie - was dressed... as a saloon whore.
"Good Evening Marshall... we don't usually see you in here... Let me get you a drink." She lifted her hand and indicated to the bar tender that he needed to refill Katie's glass on the house. He came over and did as he was told, but a quick look from Clara had him leaving the bottle behind. Katie continued to smile, nodded a thank you but remained a little puzzled.
"I'm Clara..." she held out her hand. "I take care of Raf's girls."
"Oh I see." Katie took her hand and shook it, but Clara kept hold of her's. "Nice to meet you Ma'am, I'm sure." She looked down at her hand in Clara's for a moment and then back up, wondering why Clara was keeping hold of it.
"Is there something I can... do for you this evening..." Clara smiled and her other hand came to rest on the small of Katie's back and then moved down just a little, resting at the top of her ass. Clara then took a small step bringing her closer to Katie "Lilly told me that....sometimes... you and she... so if there is .... anything..." Katie felt herself blush a little and her body tensed as she felt Clara's hand move. Clara's other hand let go of Katie's and came up to softly brush a stray strand of hair out of Katie's face and tuck it gently behind her ear.
"No... thank you. The whiskey is fine."
"Well, if you're sure." Her hand moved down a little more. "I'm sure Raf would want me to look after you... personally. As I said I look after all of his girls." Katie stared at Clara. Had Raf set this up? Or was Clara working on her own? Had Raf told Clara about the previous night? Did he now see her as one of his girls... his whores? Clara was incredibly pretty and Katie could appreciate that she would be very good at her job and for a fleeting moment an image of her with Clara and Raf went through her mind. She swallowed hard, let her tongue run over her lower lip before chewing on it a little gently. She felt a spark fly through her body and she hesitated for a moment. But then she shook her head just a touch.
"I'm sure, but again... thank you."
In various places around the room, men sat watching the exchange between the two women. The couldn't hear anything, but they could see how physically close they were - almost touching each other - and they could see where Clara's hand was. At one table, a 40-something overweight cowhand leaned over the table a little.
"Now isn't that a pretty picture. Can you 'magine what a night that would be... bein' in a room with them two for company." The two men he was sitting with turned a little in their chairs and looked around. They were far enough away from where Katie and Clara were standing not to be seen by them, although probably none of them would have been that concerned if they were seen. If you couldn't stare at women in a whore house where could you do it. Clara though didn't need to see them to know that there would be a lot of men around the room staring at the two of them right now and that was good for business. If they were getting themselves wound up at the thought of her and Katie, then they would almost certainly turn of one of the girls sooner or later. So Clara was in no rush to leave.
"Hmmm Hmmm Hmmmm. Damn sure no-one would be doin' any sleepin'." They kept watching as Clara refilled Katie's glass