Hi guys! I wrote this story a few years ago. This is my first story that I have ever put online! It's about Korn lead singer Jonathan Davis.
James, or Jamie to her friends and family, had been at the bar all night. That was to be expected of her, after all she did own the little bar, Hole Shot, she called it. It was only 10 at night but since she had opened up at 6, there had been this guy watching her like a hawk. He wasn't her typical bar go-er , not one that you would find in Owensboro, Kentucky anyway. His hair was dark with dreadlocks throughout it. So Jamie took it upon herself to go see what his deal was. She had seen him talk to a few people, but after a few seconds each one would walk off in a huff of anger. As she pulled out a chair at the table he sat at, she stuck her hand out and said "I'm James or Jamie, whatever you want to call me." "Jonathan. What are you, a dude with fake tits?" "You know, I should get the owner of this place to throw you out on your ass for that!" She paused for a heartbeat. "Oh! Wait! That would be….hmm….me! And no, my tits aren't fake." With that she grabbed his hands and placed them on her large chest. While Jonathan fondled her breasts he apologized "Nope, they are real. Sorry about that." That was the thing that everybody loved about Jamie, she did not have a shy bone in her body. "Since you have been paying me pretty well tonight, I guess I will let you stay." At that she flashed her pearly whites and went back to work behind the bar.