Jack County Demons by AK Waters, Vincent Hobbes Read Free Book Online

annoyed at the game.
    "A beer."
    "Any kind specifically?"
    "Y ou choose."
    Juana nodded, still annoyed. His rugged good lucks didn't charm he r much. She turned, grabbing a somewhat clean mug, not cold but at least mostly clean, and neared the tap. She paused a moment, then tilted the handle to a Shiner, a Texas dark beer. Topping it off with perfect head, a sign she had done this thousands of times before, Juana turned back, careful not to spill, and set the beer down in front of him. "Wanna pay for it now or start a tab?"
    "I'll pay as I go," he replied.
    "That'll be two-fifty."
    LT reached into his front pocket, producing a five-dollar bill and slapped it on the bar. "Keep it," he said.
    "Big tipper," she said.
    "Bartended a bit in my younger days," he replied.
    "So, where you from?"
    "Listen mister, big tip won't get you a date. I'm not looking to chat."
    "I see," LT said, then smiled and took a swig of beer. It tasted good. Juana looked at him again, almost in disgust, and then turned away, walking down the length of the bar to tend to her other customers.
    LT spent a few minutes watching the stripper do her thing. Aero smith was now playing, and the woman sure had moves. She bent in ways he couldn't understand, swinging her hair and singing 'Love in an Elevator' loudly. LT was enjoying it. He took a few more sips, relaxing a bit. He needed this. He had been so tense lately, and this mission was something baffling to him. He couldn't even comprehend exactly what he was doing here, and it was nice to just have a beer and watch a good-looking woman dance.
    Oh, the simple things.
    "You like what you see?" LT turned in his chair. It was Juana. She had made her way back with a fresh beer.
    "I didn't order one."
    "You were about to."
    "Looking for the big tip ?"
    Juana didn't answer. Instead, she just stared, making it awkward for LT. He reached into his pocket, producing another five. "Keep it," he said again.
    She grinned at this. Then, Juana turned her attention to the stripper. "What do you think?"
    "She's cute. Having a good time, it seems."
    "Yeah. New girl, I think. Most don't know how to work it. Doesn't matter how big the room, or if it's filled with high rollers or white trash. Besides, all the men are pigs anyways."
    "You a lesbo?" he asked.
    "Hardly," she said. "But men are interested in only one thing. I get it—you got a cock, I got a cootchie and two dynamite titties. Take me to dinner and then get in my panties, right?"
    LT nodded, a bit amused. He'd seen this before. Women bartenders, and especially strippers, usually hated on men. They saw the most primal instincts of males, and were often turned off by it. He couldn't blame them, though. "You dance?" he asked.
    "I work it so good that the King of Spain would drop his diamonds down my g-string."
    "Nice," he said with a grin. Yup, he was entertai ned. "Why aren't you up there?"
    Before she could answer, the song ended, and the woman on the rise stepped down, collecting her cash.
    Then, Juana neared the end of the bar, tucking under the entrance, and pulling herself up on the platform. She eyed LT carefully. Moments later, she had torn off her skirt, underneath a pink g-string. She still bore her high-heels. The music cranked up again. This time it was an 80s rock tune. LT couldn't place the band, but he remembered the song. That's how it was with 80s music. So catchy.
    Juana began to dance, and damn she was good. She moved with grace, shaking her hips, allowing her perfect tits to jiggle. The music thundered through the speakers, seeming to give her life and energy. Juana had everyone's attention now. The entire bar, women and men, all watched as she danced on. But she paid no attention to the nearby men, even when they began casting money her way. Instead, she kept her eyes focused on LT. She licked her lips, twisted her hips, and danced for the man as he sipped his beer.
    By the time her act was over, the entire room seemed much fuller than before. LT w