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Happy Birthday, Nina!

love,

psymom

I saw "cowboy"and "cowgirl" on the prompt list and immediately thought of you and Hot Bitch's time in Dallas…

"So that's it, that was my dream day in Dallas, meeting my Hot Bitch. God, I am so tired, I need sleep. "

"Dallas…God that was a great show! And that song! Classic!" said Alice on the other end of the phone, humming the opening bars of the TV show's theme song. "Buy me a cowgirl hat while you're there! A red one! And say 'Hi' to J.R. before you leave town!" Alice cackled, as she gave Nina parting instructions. "Sweet dreams of Hot Bitch!"

"Haha…thanks, Alice. Night, Taco."

Nina turned off her phone and laid it on the table, the song from that damn show playing through her head. Fucking bitch, that Alice.

Duh duhn, duh duhn, duh duhn dun dun dun duhn, duh duh duh duhn duhn duhn….

Dumb ass show—pulling the "it was just a dream" shit when we all thought J.R. was toast. Maybe I'll use that in my next fic….not.

Nina laid down in her comfy hotel bed, thinking about her Hot Bitch, pressing her fingers to the cheek where he had kissed her…Damn, there was no way she was ever getting this fucking grin off her face. Her mind slowed with thoughts and sounds of the day drifting to and fro until she finally fell into a deep sleep…

Duh Duhn, Duh Duhn….oh Hot Bitch, that grin…duh duhn dun dun dun dun…stupid J.R. in your dumbass cowboy hat…duh duh duh duh duh duh duh...mmmm, Hot Bitch in a cowboy hat…duh duh duh, duh duh duh duh duh duh duh….and chaps…and nothing else…Duh duh duh duh….Hot Bitch

*swirly dreaminess*

"Nina…one last thing…" Hot Bitch said, as Nina turned to leave the photo area.

"Yes?" Nina said breathlessly, unable to fathom what he might want to say to her.

He reached out his hand as if to shake hers, and she took it eagerly, finding a small piece of paper folded up there. She looked up, a quizzical expression on her face and he just smiled.

"Thanks for all your support…see you again soon, I hope," he said quietly so no one else around them would hear.

Nina played it off, smiling and saying "of course!" while stealthily tucking the paper into her jacket pocket. She tried not to run as she beelined a route to the nearest restroom to collect herself and find out what on earth Hot Bitch had just given her.

A phone number?

No, he was married.

An autograph?

No, she had just gotten that…

A recommendation for a shrink?

Yeah, that's probably what it was. That or notification of his impending restraining order.

She slammed the bathroom stall behind her and stifled a scream when she opened the note and read its contents.

Holy fucking shit. This was NOT happening. How the fuck…

She rubbed her eyes once and then read it again. And again. Yes, it really said what she thought it said.

I have freebie clause, do you? Room 1901. 10PM.

Nina didn't think twice before jamming to her room and jumping in the shower to get ready. Fuck yes, she had a freebie clause, and it was specifically written, notarized, and filed in her safety deposit box explicitly for this situation, and expressly for this person. She stopped herself from thinking of anything else but the amazing night she was about to have. It was a freebie, a once in a lifetime, and he wanted her…just like she wanted him. It would be a fantasy come true and she was going to enjoy every fucking minute of it.

She arrived at room 1901 at 9:59pm, wearing what she thought best captured her slutty teacher look—classy, with a touch of sexy. Black knee length skirt, fitted sleeveless white top that made the girls look just right, and the sexiest lacy white underwear she owned.

As she raised her hand to knock, the door opened and she giggled at what she saw.

A cowboy hat. Well, a cowgirl hat, she supposed, as it was red. A cowgirl hat being held by a bare arm behind a still mostly closed door.

"Put this on, Sue Ellen, then meet me at the bed," the voice drawled in a silly Texas accent.

"Yes, J.R.?" she ventured, and smiled when she heard the quintessential Hot Bitch chuckle from behind the door.

She propped the hat on her carefully styled hair and made a silent prayer that it would stay on the entire evening so she wouldn't have to worry about hat hair while fucking Hot Bitch. Maybe she better plan to stay on top.

She gently pushed the door all the way open and looked around the candle-lit suite. She faintly heard the strains of something familiar coming from the iPod docking station on the desk in the corner.

Duh duhn, duh duhn, duh duhn dun dun dun duhn….

She smiled as she nervously turned toward the bed.

Ohmyholyfucknuts. I must be fucking dreaming. But I don't care.

Duh duhn, duh duhn, duh duhn dun dun dun duhn…

Hot Bitch was standing with his back to her. His hands were braced on the two elegantly carved bed posts at each side of the bed. He wore only black chaps that hung low on his waist, his perfect ass bare and begging to be squeezed. Or smacked. Or licked. Or all three.

His outstretched arms made the muscles of his back stand out in definition and his gorgeous hair was covered by a sexy black Stetson. He turned and grinned at her over his shoulder.

Duh duhn, duh duhn, duh duhn dun dun dun duhn, duh duh duh duhn duhn duhn….

"Come on over, darlin'…I could really use some lovin' from my sweet Sue Ellen."

Nina adjusted her hat and headed for that bare-assed, fucking sexy as hell cowboy. Fucking freak. A J.R fantasy? In Dallas? Really? OK, Hot Bitch, only for you. Only for you, babe.

Duh duhn, duh duhn, duh duhn dun dun dun duhn, duh duh duh duhn duhn duhn….