The Outlaws - Part Two Read Free Page A

completely oblivious to my presence, leaving me standing on the sidewalk with my hand in the air and a stupid grin plastered across my face.  I dropped my hand and ran back inside, nearly tripping over the threshold in my ridiculous stilettos.
     
    Way to be cool, Dixie.
     
    I watched from the window, hoping to see what he might be up to, or if he might look my way, but he had driven all the way into the back of the shop and completely out of my view.  I'd like to say I only watched for a few minutes, but the honest truth is that I sat in the waiting area right in front of the window for the rest of the afternoon, absentmindedly thumbing through a gossip magazine and looking up every few minutes for any glimpse of his tight ass.  I was hoping to at least see him walk across the parking lot – anything! - just another peek of him.  But it didn't happen.
     
    When closing time rolled around, again without one customer all day, I lingered a little longer than I normally would to turn everything off.  When I finally made it out to my car, I was still hoping there would be some sort of action across the street.  It had been so quiet all day, one of the quietest I had observed in my many days of watching them. I drove away disappointed, and tried to soothe my broken spirit with the promise that something might happen tomorrow.
     
    In the meantime, I wasn't about to let this dress go to waste and I needed a drink!  As I pulled into the parking lot of my favorite bar, I spotted the red mustang I had followed last week.  I smiled when I remembered how excited I had become at watching the tall, confident owner of this gorgeous car impale a petite blonde beauty on his cock against a tree in the park, only to go home to his happy gay lover.  What a treat that had been to witness.
     
    As usual, I was overwhelmed by the smell of peanuts and stale beer as I walked in and seated myself at the bar.  I ordered a whiskey on the rocks from Johnny, the friendly bartender that had worked here for as long as I had been coming in.  I spotted the couple from the mustang seated in a booth in the corner, their heads bowed in serious conversation.
     
    “What's the special occasion, Dixie?  That dress, that hair!  You look incredible!”  Johnny said, setting the glass in front of me.
     
    “Oh, no special occasion, Johnny.  I just felt like dressing up a little today, that's all.”
     
    “I see.  Well, it looks great!” 
     
    “Thank you very much!”  I replied, smiling and sitting up a little taller.  At least one person had complimented me.  And that was enough, I tried to convince myself.  Jackson's lust-filled eyes invaded my brain again and I did my best to push it away.  I had to give him time, give him time to miss me, and then maybe I would have a chance.  But I had to play it cool at first.  No more running out of my shop waving like a mad woman at the first sight of him.  My cheeks flushed when I realized what a fool I must have looked like.
     
    I sighed, sipping my whiskey and enjoying the country music pouring out of the jukebox.  Johnny was the perfect bartender.  He always remembered what you ordered, exchanged a little polite banter, and then left you alone with your thoughts.  And that was exactly what I needed.
     
    My peacefulness didn't last long, though.  In fact, it crashed and burned.
     
    After I ordered my second drink from Johnny, the door burst open and the bar filled with loud, raucous laughter and the smell of leather.  I looked over my shoulder and gasped when I saw several members of The Outlaws stroll through the door and walk up to the bar.
     
    Bear, Chief, Danger, and Spider all stood at the end of the bar, and for once, they were all smiling.  Well, all but Chief, he never seemed to smile, but he wasn't grimacing like he usually did.  They looked relaxed, actually.
     
    I had never seen them here before, but obviously it wasn't the first time they had been there, because they