Written by Hipsy Bohannon-
Co-written by Cherise Armfield & Sandi Lynn Sabolchic.
Changing in the front seat of a beat up old '89 hatchback Mustang is a lot harder than you think, but it wasn't the first time she had used the little car as a fitting room, and by the way things were going it wasn't close to being the last time either. As it stood right now, the junker from her youth was serving as a living room, dining room and bedroom. Ally checked her makeup once more in the rearview mirror and grimaced at the bags under her eyes. Three nights sleeping in her car was starting to show.
"Fuck it," she said as she stepped out of the car. She yanked at the hem of her little denim skirt and twisted her white tank top so it was straight on her slim body. She adjusted her bra a bit and gave her girls a final shove into position.
"It's now or never." she said in way of her pep talk. Her stomach was in knots already but she wasn't turning back. She needed to do this, needed to move on. Her black leather boots caught traction on the gravel as she made her way through the packed parking lot of the Roadkill Bar and Grill. This is where everyone must come to blow off some steam after a long, tough weak of work she thought. Pick-ups that were more for carting around work gear than showing off tinted windows and chrome rims filled most of the spaces, except for the row of choppers taking up the spaces at the front of the bar.
She earned several looks and a couple of catcalls as she passed the smokers who lined the front of the neon lit bar. She gave a little smirk at her onlookers, held her head a bit higher and put a little more switch in her walk. The bar doors swung open and she slipped in making a B-line for the bar trying not to collide with the numerous people that stood before her and her final destination.
Upon arrival she had to wedge her way in between two very large men with even larger beards and way too much leather on. She was for once happy with her petite stature at 5'7 and a 120 pounds. She was just barely able to wiggle her way to her spot at the crowded bar. The band was loud and the people even louder. She scanned the bar and her head started to spin taking in all the activity. People were dancing, playing pool, arguing, laughing and everyone was drinking. She pulled her attention back to the bar spotting a very busy bartender. She attempted to get his attention to no avail. The minutes ticked by and her frustration rocketed. It seemed like everyone but her had been served, some even twice. She put her fingers to her lips and let out a very loud whistle that was made even louder by the fact that the band had decided to end their song at that very moment. All at once it seemed like the whole bar went silent and every patrons' attention was now fully on Ally. A crimson shade of red flushed her cheeks and she gave a little forced smile before turning her back to all of them to face the bartender who finally was in front of her ready to serve. Thankfully the crowd went back to their partying and the band started their next song.
"7 shots of tequila please" Ally ordered slamming her cash on the bar.
She should be saving her cash to go toward putting a real roof over her head, but she needed this tonight and she wouldn't allow herself to feel guilty about it. She glanced at her ring finger and gave a little giggle silently thanking Shane for tonights drinks. The 4oo smackers she had gotten from pawning her wedding band set was what she had been living off. Besides the car wasn't too bad. It was the sponge baths in the gas station bathroom she really wasn't fond of. As she waited for her drinks she took in her surroundings. The place was a real shithole, with washed out plywood walls and ripped up broken stools and chairs. The floor was covered in sawdust to soak up all the blood from the many-boozed filled brawls that take place nightly. The place smelled like a mixture of stale beer and vomit that permeated the establishment no matter how much they tried to cover it with pine and lemon scented cleaners.
The shots found their way in front of her, she grinned as her eyes widened, looking down at the amber liquid. "You want lime and salt with that doll." The older server asked her with a wink.
"No, I'm good thanks. Keep the change love." She grabbed up the first shot and downed it with a grimace. She slammed the shot glass on the bar and went for the next one, never stopping till the 7th shot glass was drained and hit the polished wood of the bar. "God damn!" she hooted as the liquid hit her belly like a ten-pound hammer.
"God damn! Would ya look at that little brother? Now that's my kinda woman!" Merle Dixon hollered over the crowed as he slapped his brother on the back.
They sat in their usual spot in the back corner of the bar giving them a bird's eye view of the whole place and its happenings. Daryl flinched away from his intoxicated brother and glanced in the direction of his brother's dream woman of the night. He locked onto her immediately. She was working her way through the countless shots that sat in front of her not taking a breath in between. Daryl had to agree her profile was a sight to see: long tan legs, petite little frame, golden brown locks that hung down to her butt. She was a looker and it seemed like every man in the bar was taking note of her at that very moment. Daryl scanned the room and saw the hyenas licking their lips and making rude gestures. The girl had no idea what kind of night she was in for after these locals got a few more into them and got brave enough to go after her. He shook his head and took a long swig of his beer.
"Anything with a box is your kinda woman Merle. Ya ain't got a hens chance in a fox den at getting that 'lil girl right there, old man." The beers and shots he drank that night had given Daryl liquid courage and he smirked as the table of Merle's friends erupted at the shot Daryl had taken at his older brother.
"Oh is that a fact little brother? I bet ya think ya got better odds of laying the pipe to sugar tits over there." Merle said eyeing his brother down.
"Better chance than your old, worn out ass does. Besides, ain't you still getting over that last outbreak of clap you got from lot lizard Sally down at the Flying Jay?" Daryl chuckled. The table went silent knowing Daryl had just put down a challenge on the table whether he meant to or not. Daryl's smile faded as he took in the faces of the men around him.
"Come on Merle I was just fucking with you don't get all pussy hurt 'bout it." Daryl said pouring his brother a shot out of the Jack Daniels bottle they were sharing among themselves.
"Pussy hurt huh? Imma show ya pussy hurt." Merle said with a devils grin as he pulled his wallet out and slammed a 100-dollar bill on the table.
"100 bucks says ya ain't got the balls to walk over there and even say hi to a woman like that and another hundred says that girl don't even give ya the time of day." Merle slammed another hundred on the table next to the first.
Daryl eyed the money and then his brother. The men at the table all started putting cash down too, taking bets on the size of Daryl's' balls and if he would or wouldn't take the bet. Daryl glanced back over at the girl who had her back to him now leaning on the bar.
"That's what I thought little brother. No balls! Shoulda been born a bitch! Ya ain't no real Dixon," Merle taunted and began to pick up his cash.
Daryl slammed his hand over the money. "You're on!" he said. Getting up from the table and working his way over to dream girl, he could hear the boys making calls after him but didn't stop. He was on a mission and he needed that cash. All he had to do was get lil miss to say a few words to him.
"How hard could it be?" Daryl said under his breath. He was thankful for the beers that he had drank. If not for them he would have never had the guts to take this bet. He stopped just behind her and took a deep breath. She smelled like honey and vanilla and his nerves were starting to get the best of him. He turned his head back and saw the shit-eating grin on his brother's face and his friends shooing him forward with hand jesters. He wasn't about to give his brother this win. He mustered up his courage and tapped the little brunette on the shoulder.
Ally felt the tap on her bare shoulder and spun around quickly, a little too quickly. The tequila was starting to take effect already. She let out a giggle staring dead center at a very broad chest covered by a black t-shit. She slowly looked up till her eyes locked with the bluest orbs she had ever seen. He had scruff on his face and his hair was a bit long and slightly messy hanging down on his forehead.
"Dear Lord, you're perfect!" she said. Taking in the rest of him, she licked her lips and settled her gaze on his broad shoulders and arms that were sculpted more from hard work than any time spent in a gym. She could tell the difference and she liked it!
"Excuse me?" Daryl said, not understanding what she was saying.
She gave him a giant grin showing perfect white teeth, and then before he could react her hands were on both sides of his face and her lips were locked onto his. She tasted like booze and heaven and Daryl didn't know what the hell was happening but he liked it, whatever it was. She jerked away from the kiss and grabbed his hand and started pulling him toward the door. Daryl still in shock let her lead him with no resistance. He turned to look at his brother just before he walked out the door and smirked at the sight of Merle and his friends sitting at their table, dumbfounded, eyes staring in disbelief, jaws sitting on the floor.
"Come on, my cars over here. Shit! Wait, my cars full. Do you have a car," Ally asked making her way across the parking lot praying that her courage didn't wear thin.
"Um, yea, it's that one way in the back. The old blue truck," Daryl said as she changed directions and continued to pull him along. She yanked the passenger door on the truck open and pushed Daryl to get in, almost shoving him.
"Hey wait just a damn minute woman! What the hell is your game here," Daryl demanded finally coming back to his senses after that mind-blowing kiss in the bar.
He sat in the seat she had pushed him into and put his hands up blocking her from climbing on top of his lap; she slapped his hands away trying to claim her spot.
"Stop that woman!" He said blocking her again "you need to tell me what the hell this is all about girl. Are you a lot lizard cuz I ain't got no money honey so ya fresh out of luck. Ya gonna have to go find the next guy. I wish ya all the luck tits," he said trying to climb out of the truck. Ally pushed him back down just as quickly.
"I ain't no hooker and I'm a pretty good judge of people. I'm guessin' you ain't normally a big talker so get to doing what you're good at and shut the fuck up and let me fuck you damn it!" Ally yelled as she took his shocked expression in and pounced on her opportunity to make contact with his mouth again.
As soon as her lips met his, he was lost again. Before he knew what was happening she had him lying across the bench seat of his old truck and was straddling him. The door had somehow closed and they were now all alone in the world. Ally's mouth was all over Daryl. She went from tracing the line of his jaw to licking at his neck, enjoying the taste of his skin. She inhaled his scent and was intoxicated by it. She couldn't get enough of the sweet salty taste that was all man, all his. She entwined her fingers through his shaggy hair and kissed him, possessing him with her mouth and tongue. He responded instinctively, kissing her back and rubbing his hands up and down the length of her body.
Her fingers found their way to his zipper and she began to struggle with getting it down. The booze flowing through her veins made fine motor skills a tough task. Daryl's hand caught hers and he broke away from the kiss and locked eyes with hers searching for her rhyme or reason.
"Why are ya doing this?" he asked.
Ally looked down at her escape and took in his words. She pulled her hand free of his and brought them too his face, leaning down until there were only inches between their faces, noses almost touching. She breathed in the scent of man, woods, dirt and freedom, everything she wanted at that moment. She closed her eyes, not able to look into his and speak the words she needed to say.
"Please just do this for me. I'm begging you just for this moment want me. Please just want me and make me feel wanted. I need this so bad." Her voice cracked at the end and when her eyes opened he could swear he saw a teardrop skim down her cheek in the darkness of the truck. He didn't speak. He just nodded his head. She nodded back at him, a smile taking over her face as she dove in for another kiss that took his breath away. Daryl didn't try to stop her when she went for his belt buckle this time and with both her hands working she managed it quickly and he sprung out at her.
"Oh my God, is that gonna fit?" She said wrapping her tiny hand around his cock.
"What?" Daryl asked confused.
"Never mind, of course it will right? Yea duh they all fit right? It's what women are built for right? Jesus you're a big boy," Ally rambled. The tequila was in full effect but didn't seem to be doing anything for the nerves in her belly. This was not who she was. She wasn't the kind of girl to have a one-night rodeo with some stranger she picked up at a bar; even if he was the hottest stranger she had ever seen.
Daryl just laid there confused at what she was trying to say or if she really wanted answers for any of those questions. He started to worry that maybe she was drunker than she was letting on. He wasn't the kind of man to take advantage of some drunk chick, no matter how much she seemed like she wanted it. He was just about to shut the whole situation down and throw in the towel on an opportunity any guy in that bar would have killed to have, when Ally let him know just who was in charge and making all the decisions.
"Listen maybe we shouldn't…Oh dear lord," Daryl moaned as she enveloped his hard cock with her pretty pink mouth. She twirled her tongue around his shaft and cupped his balls. She just wanted a little taste of him before she really got down to business. The skin on his cock was just as sweet and salty as the rest of him. She murmured her approval and the vibrations from her mouth excited him even more. She couldn't understand how he just got harder, growing even larger in her mouth, but she knew it turned her on. Ally had somehow pulled off her panties and tossed them aside. As she repositioned herself and made her descent onto his erect member, he knew who was driving this train.
"Oh my God, oh my God," she moaned as her body made room for all of him. The nails on her free hand dug into his chest as the pain mixed with pleasure. God every part of him felt amazing! Every nerve ending in her body was on high alert. Daryl's eyes rolled into the back of his head and it took everything in him not to cum right then and there as she bottomed out on his shaft. "You're so fucking tight girl." he said.
Her skirt rode up giving his hands access, and he dug his fingers in to her exposed hips trying to control the rhythm of her movements. Ally had different plans. Even though she wanted to fuck him hard and fast, she slowed herself, savoring the feeling of his cock inside of her. She rode him up and down, taking the full length of his dick every time. She lifted up, until just the tip of his cock was in her and came down again. Each time she lifted up she squeezed her muscles and she could feel him quiver beneath her. He looked up at her. Her eyes were screwed shut, her back arched and a slight smile on her delicious mouth. He reached up to rub her pert breasts and she helped him by ripping off her white tank. He cupped her bare breast and rolled her hard nipple between his thumb and index finger. Ally opened her eyes for a moment and looked surprised but equally pleased. She leaned forward, her golden brown hair cascading like a waterfall over his beautiful chest, and kissed him again. He wrapped his hands around the back of her head to pull her closer, but she was finished with the sweet stuff.
Ally pulled her body up once again and slammed back down causing both of them to moan in pleasure. As she adjusted she needed more, needed all of him fast and hard. She needed to feel the pain and the pleasure he could bring. She began a break neck pace, slamming down onto him and causing him to make the most beautiful noises she had ever heard. It was something between a moan and a growl and she was in love with that noise, in love with the idea that it was her making him make it. She could feel that old familiar burn in her lower belly, she was so close but she just couldn't seem to fall over the edge. She rubbed her clit as she doubled the pace of her motions, creating the friction she needed to send her over the edge.
Daryl opened his eyes and instantly knew it was a mistake; the site of her bouncing up and down on him was almost too much. He could see her working for her orgasm, her face twisted up trying to catch it. Her breathing was ragged from the workout she was giving his cock. He reached up with one large hand and grabbed her by the back of the neck pulling her down to him so his lips were at her ear. With his other hand he grabbed her hip impaling her fully on his throbbing cock and at the same time stopping all motion, causing a pained whimper and then a full on whine fall out of her mouth. He rubbed his nose on her ear and held her to him his lips brushed her ear lobe, his warm breath tingling and teasing her.
"I want you so fucking bad." Daryl whispered.
Those six raspy words were the keys to the kingdom. Her entire body seized up, a choked moan escaped her lips and her pussy locked onto him milking him for his orgasm. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her as close to him as she could get while she rode out her orgasm. He forced her body to move up and down as she twitched. Three pumps of his cock into her dripping pussy was all it took. He meant to pull out but his body just wouldn't cooperate. His seed ended up buried deep within her walls as she continued to convulse on him, her whole body shaking. Daryl's breath was ragged on her face as he kissed her cheeks and forehead and anywhere his lips could reach. He had never experienced anything like that before in his life. He had fucked plenty of girls. Hell, he had fucked plenty of girls in this very parking lot, but this had been different. He didn't know why but something just felt different. He felt like he should say something, anything, but no words were coming to mind. What do you say after something like that?
"I'm gonna throw up." Ally screeched.
Pulling herself off his now limp member and ripping the truck door open, she yanked her skirt down as she threw on his flannel in lieu of her missing tank top. She ran for the end of the truck barely making it before all the tequila and the ham sandwich she had eaten for dinner found its way to the gravel covered ground. Daryl took a deep breath and rolled his eyes. Then he pulled up his pants and zipped himself back in while exiting the truck in time to see her heave again.
"Ya gonna be ok girl?" He asked awkwardly patting her on the back.
Ally's head popped up and she wiped her mouth with the sleeve of the flannel shirt she found in his pick-up. "Hell yea, I'm just getting started darling," she said with a crooked grin. "Oh and this whole puking thing had nothing to do with us…I mean there's not an us, obviously. I just mean I wasn't puking because of what we just did. That was amazing, like oh my God amazing um… you were great. Thanks dude," she said as she awkwardly patted him on the shoulder. Daryl looked down at her hand still resting on his shoulder then back to her and arched his eyebrow.
They stared at each other in this weird moment, feeling so distant after being so close just a few minutes ago. Ally broke eye contact and reached back into the truck to switch the now puke scented flannel with her tank top. Ally spoke first trying not to seem so awkward.
"Ok well on that note I have like a fuck ton more drinks to drink and I'm sure you have things to do. So yea I'll see ya around. Um thanks again," she said and turned tail and made her way quickly across the parking lot toward the bar entrance.
Daryl watched her and shook his head making his way back too "what the hell just happened?" he said under his breath.
"You're a real asshole ya know that?" Merle pouted. "Least ya could do is spend that cash buying us some drinks." His friends chimed-in in agreement. Daryl sat, alternating between inspecting the label on his beer and glancing at the brunette who hadn't left her spot at the bar or even looked at him again since they had returned. "Earth to Daryl, hey asshole!" Merle called to him and swatted his arm.
"What the fuck! Why you hittin' me?" Daryl barked
"Ya wanna know why? Tell me something. Ya remember Jana Lyn Tomlin," Merle questioned leaning into his brother. Daryl's' face scrunched up. Yea that's right, little brother. You remember that ugly bitch you took to jr. prom? Yea, good ole Jana Lynn. Well, I'm hitting ya cuz ya got that look on yer face. The one she had after prom sitting in the back seat of my ca. Ya look fucking violated," Merle said as he broke into laughter along with the rest of the table. "Did that lil girl hurt you Daryl? You can tell ole Merle. I'll protect ya boy" Merle could hardly speak he was laughing so hard.
"Fuck you guy's! Ya'll just mad ya lost yer drinking money and still ain't never gonna have a shot with a girl like that!" Daryl defended as he finished his beer and motioned to the bartender for another round.
"Oh yeah is that so? Well, I got a hundred bucks that says I can go over there right now and have that bitch in my bed by closing time" Merle said throwing his cash on the table. "Hell any one of us sittin here could. If she likes you she's gonna love us," Merle said with a wink tossing the cash on the table.
Daryl glanced at her wondering if it was a smart bet. For all he knew she was just some whore looking for a good time and he wasn't nothing special. Shit, she could end up fucking every guy in this bar by the end of the night. How was he to know for sure? Then he remembered her rambling on right before they got to it in his truck. Hmmm...maybe she wasn't just another hot bar fly looking for a good time. "I'm in 100 bucks. I say she turns all ya'll down. Give it your best shot."
Merle shook his head smiling with misplaced confidence. "Easy money baby brother, easy money." He motioned for his friend Andy to go try first. Daryl watched the red haired man make his way to the lil girl minding her own business at the bar. His stomach sat in knots waiting to see what would happen. After 25 minutes, Andy made his way back to the table looking confused.
"What the hell happened?" Merle asked.
"She talked me into playing quarters for shots and now I'm 25 dollars in the hole, and then she told me to fuck off. Girl is like night and day, sweet than sour." Andy said with a shake of his head.
Daryl cracked up. He loved it. Merle huffed and sent Carlos on his way to the bar. The little Mexican looked cocky and was sure he had it in the bag. The brothers watched as he walked over and whispered something in her ear. He was immediately doused with her drink. She turned back to the bar and ordered another as Carlos made his way back to the table grabbing napkins and wiping his face off.
"Amateurs the lot of ya! Never send in the boy's to do a real mans' job," Merle said as he pushed off his stool and cracked his knuckles. He glided through the crowed with all the bravado of a man who already had the bet money in his pocket. Daryl eyed them hard and absentmindedly chewed on his thumb. Merle could be charming when he set his mind to it and Daryl had seen many women fall under his spell in the past. He ignored the conversation Andy and Carlos were having. He could give a shit. He wasn't sure why, but he prayed that if she did go home with anyone it wouldn't be his brother. He probably would never see her again, hell he didn't even know her name, but he wanted this one win, not the money, to hell with the money. He wanted to be the one that got something Merle couldn't have just this once.
"So darlin' should I plan the wedding for spring or fall? I tell ya this, I wouldn't be opposed to a winter wedding if that's what your little heart is set on," Merle said grabbing her hand off the bar and placing the backside of it to his lips and giving her a wink. Ally giggled her eyes half opened. She was blasted, bout to be on her fourth sheet to the wind and she couldn't be happier.
"You gonna buy me a drink big boy," she asked with a lopsided smile.
"Na sugar I'm not the kinda guy that buy's a girl a drink, but if you're real sweet to Ole Merle, I might make ya breakfast in my bed tomorrow morning," he said returning her grin.
"You look familiar. Do I know you?" She slurred out the last word.
"Sure darling. Bet you've seen me a million times in your dreams. Hell once or twice in your wildest fantasies."
"Wait, wait, I know where I remember you from now. You were fucking off! Yep, you should do that again. I bet you're real good at that." Ally laughed and slammed back her drink.
Merle eyed her then broke out laughing. "I like you little one. You got spunk."
"Yea well I like you too. You're huge, like a jungle gym. I kinda wanna climb ya, but not the filthy, dirty way you're thinking. I mean like literally, like for real," she said trying to concentrate on his face. "Ok this was fun but I gotta pee so buh-bye." Ally waved and stumbled the wrong way taking a few steps before Merle took pity on her and grabbed her arm.
"Hey little one…pisser is that way," he said pointing and pushing her the right way. Ally giggled some more and started making her way in the right direction, half walking half dancing, all while singing off key to the bands cover of Achy Breaky Heart. Merle just laughed and made his way back to the table.
"Epic fail brother," Daryl said picking up the cash off the table.
"Yeah well, ya win some, ya lose some little brother."
"Last call," the bartender shouted to the 20 or so people still left in the bar. Daryl looked up and saw the girl scoot off her stool, but as soon as her feet hit the floor they buckled and she went down landing hard on her ass.
"Oopsy, it's ok. I'm ok," she laughed as the bartender ran around the bar and picked her up the best he could to get her standing. She swayed back and forth and leaned her head on his shoulder. "I love you too," she said as she struggled to stand. "Ok who's claiming this one?" shouted the bartender.
"Right here man! We got her." A 20-something year old in a cowboy hat said as he stepped up and grabbed the girl from the bartender.
"You sure man?" The server eyed the cowboy and his 3 buddy's suspiciously.
"Oh yeah, we'll take good care of her," the cowboy said slapping a 20-dollar bill in the bartender's hand. The cowboy's friends circled him and they made their way to the door.
"Fuck that!" Daryl said jumping up and making his way to the door and cutting off the exit.
"Oh shit." Merle said from his place at the table.
"She ain't going nowhere with you," Daryl said eyeing the girl as her head bobbed back and forth and her knees buckled again.
"Here doll, you sit right here. I'll be right back for ya after I kick this inbred mother fucker's teeth in for not minding his own damn business!" As he sat Ally down in the closest chair her head bobbed down between her knees as she tried to stay conscious. The cowboy and his friends stepped up to Daryl, who didn't show any signs of backing down.
"Take it outside boys." The bartender yelled.
"Yea let's take it outside shall we ladies," Merle piped up from behind the cowboys causing one of them to jump. Daryl took the distraction as opportunity and nailed the cowboy with a right hook then grabbed his collar and chucked him out the doors. Merle bulldozed the other ones out the door, as Andy and Carlos stood back and watched knowing two Dixons could beat four cowpokes any day of the week no help needed or wanted for that matter.
"I still can't believe that little cow fucker bit me," Merle said leaning against the bar lighting a smoke.
Daryl laughed. "Hope he don't have rabies. It's probably the one disease you ain't caught yet"
"Fuck you little brother! If I do got it I'm biting you first." Just then the bar doors opened and out came the bartender holding up Ally who was now completely passed out.
"Ya'll forgot your prize," he said letting her body slide to the old wood of the bars porch. Then, before anyone could protest he quickly turned around and closed the bar door. Daryl and Merle looked at each other, then down at the huddled mess of the girl on the floor.