Esma-Lee in: A Slippery Situation
When the colder months would start rollin’ into town business would taper down to the point where a girl could go up to almost a whole day without any company and in those moments of frigid solitude I would stare into the flames comin’ outta’ that lil’ iron stove I kept for heating my cabin, the cabin bein’ just one room meant that lil’ stove was all I needed. It was on one of those days of frigid solitude who comes knockin’ at my door but Tim McConnelly, that fresh-faced farm boy from the McConnelly farm up the road. Now Tim had grown since I’d seen him last, a good six foot and four inches and broad across too! Golden blonde locks sittin’ on his pretty head and a smooth, handsome face to boot. He’s standin’ there with that wicked cold breeze blowin’ around him any space it can find and he wants to know about me takin’ him around the world and back, he holds out a little wallet that’s bustin’ with dollar coins and all kinds of spare change. He’s sayin’ he’s been dreamin’ of me since he was half this height and it’s his only wish in life to go to bed with me and I’m watchin’ him with this handfulla money and just wishin’ he’d take up less space in the doorway or just get it over with and come in, but then! He tells me there’s a condition, this little farmboy has demands if he’s gonna spend his hard-earned pay from lassoin’ pigs or whatever it is that he’s been doin’ up there, he wants me covered in mineral oil when we get to doin’ the deed! I told him there ain’t enough mineral oil in the county for what he wanted, that the fistful of change he was holdin’ out wouldn’t cover the mineral oil let alone the time he wanted with me, I told him go back to the farm and don’t come back til you’ve got five gallons o’ the stuff and a little more’n my usual rate (to discourage the boy more, I had no intention of goin’ along with any of this silliness). Well he hung his head down seems halfway the length of him, still standin’ there lettin’ the cold in and then he brings his head back up after a minute and his face is hard, not mean-like but stern, resolute I guess. He says, “ok then” and turns around and leaves without another word and I closed the door and cinched my little robe a little tighter and got back to starin’ into the stove thinkin’ I’d never hear from him again.
Well now, don’t let it be said Esma-Lee Ballantyne is infallible ‘cause woo boy! Here I was goin’ about my normal routine, deep now into the coldest part of what passes for winter here and who’s that knockin’ on the door, I open it to see that big McConnelly boy standin’ there an’ hes got a gallon jug in each hand and another under each arm and a thick twine rope over one should is looped around the neck of jug number five! He’s smilin’ so broad, big, white, pearly teeth and still that handsome face and curls of blonde on top, he’s fallin’ over himself tellin’ me he’s got more than enough money now, he went out and made himself somethin’ of a ranch hand and did a real good job of it then cashed out and searched all over for enough mineral oil and held onto everythin’ else he’d earned to spend the night of his dreams with me. Now I’m not one to be taken by surprise but this is about as close as I get, I brought him in, that wind got all the more frigid and he clanked right in and set his bottles gently on my pine board floor. While he came in I got to lookin’ him over a bit more and whatever work he’d been doin’ had done him good, he’d been big before but now he had some real tone, I could see it in his posture too, he stood tall and proud-this was a man to be taken seriously. So I set to work, removin’ my gown so all natures bounty was available to him and he obliged gettin’ himself outta’ his dusty work clothes and we took turns painting the mineral all over each other. Now I’ll say two things about this little romp we had, first of all he lasted much longer than I was thinkin’ he would. That boy knew his stuff, come to think of it he’d told me so many times he’d been dreamin’ and fantasizin’ about it so much he probably had a damn checklist made up, and secondly I had myself a very enjoyable afternoon. Maybe too enjoyable, that boy had me standin’ up, sittin’ down, on my hands & knees and flipped six ways from Sunday and by the end when I thought he’d had enough and slid around on him in such a way he couldn’t help himself, well then he goes ahead and returns the favour using his tongue and fingers in a way I have only known the fairer sex to do so. Well after such a bout of enthusiastic living I got myself off the floor and spread out on the bed, I invited the boy to join me but he was in no shape to, he just lay there on his back shiny as can be smilin’ with his eyes closed.
Now the next thing I know the door bursts open and that wicked cold breeze comes blastin’ in, the flames in the lil’ stove kick up with that air and its all red and shadows in my cabin and I can just make out Roger Neely standin’ there stock upright, wild eyes like always. Roger was an irregular customer of mine, and by that I mean he did not visit on a regular schedule and that he was a strange and intense man. Red bushy hair pokin’ outta his face from every direction, little pointy beard, pointy moustache and even his eyebrows pointed out away from either side of his face and his eyes: always wide and eager. He’s standin’ there lookin’ at me naked as a jay bird glistenin’ from stem to stern like maybe somethin’ ain’t right and all I have time to do is raise one knee and push out my chest a bit to say, “howdy darlin’ I been waitin’ for ya’”. Now I’ve said before and I’ll say again, when any man has got it in his mind he’s lookin’ for female companionship in a short term way and a woman not only acquiesces but shows downright enthusiasm, well then, he ain’t thinkin’ in so much a way as I’d call critical. Roger is on me in a flash, didn’t even think to close the door, mighty inconsiderate of him I’d say and he’s hog wild for the oil I’m wearin’ and I’m startin’ to think it ain’t too shabby neither since he can’t get a hard grip on me anywhere and instead I’m slidin’ out of his grasp at every turn. When he tossed me on my belly and was havin’ a go from behind and slidin’ his hands up and down me like a man inspectin’ the sandin’ job on fine furniture I got a peek at the side of the bed big boy Tim had been, I’d been worried since Roger jumped in the bed about where the boy was and how he’d react to this but the only sign of him was a long puddle that led under the bed. Now somethin’ I haven’t divulged yet and that could hold some relevance to the tale is that my cabin has a little bit of a lean to it. Not so much you could roll cans across the floor or anythin’ but that rotten Carl Hamilton the carpenter who built it, that man’s got a crooked member and it reflects in his handiwork, I swear the thing leans him to the left enough that everything he builds has that same tilt. Anyways, that tilt turned out to be Tim’s saving grace as he’d slowly slid under the bed while sleeping and was completely out of sight. Roger exclaimed a litany of inappropriate verbiage while he wrapped up his business on my shiny backside and proceeded to jump off the bed and start whippin’ his clothes back on, he ripped off some bills from his billfold and told me in no short order he’d had a marvellous time and would be back sooner than he had ever been before. With that he practically leapt out the door slamming it behind him, I scurried over and bolted it then set another log on the fire that was down to just embers. I slid Tim out from under the bed as the back side of his body was still sitting in a pool of oil, he had lost some color in his face and his eyes were wide. I kissed him gently and said, “young man, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!”. He blinked and his eyes turned to me, “is that what that was?” he sounded all hollowed out. I looked at the bills resting on the bed, it was twice my usual fee, “darlin’ ghosts don’t tip like that” and I smiled at him, my biggest smile and bent and kissed him gently a few more times. The kisses worked to get him out of it, his manhood stood up stock upright like it was concrete. “Now then young fella’ you just made me twice my usual wage for half the work, how’m I gonna repay you” and I slipped one leg over and straddled him. I rode him long and steady and kissed him gently and when we had finally both finished I bent down so our faces were only inches apart and I told him, “you’re a good, industrious man, you can have any woman you want” and when he tried to protest I held a finger to his lips, “you take those four remaining gallons of oil and you find her, whoever she is that makes you happy and if she won’t do what we jsut did every night for you with that oil, well then, you just go back to lookin’” and with that we lay for awhile in the fires glow. He paid me in full and set off in the cold, black of night and I bolted the door behind him and went back to my starin’ into the flames, I let out a sigh and felt relief, for even if he would have been a reliable and enjoyable customer for many years I can’t be havin’ sleepin’ men slip-slidin’ around my cabin while I conduct my business regularly.
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