Once upon a time Miss Barbaria Moore in the Old West
A quick note: Tree is taking a break from his marathon stories to recharge before 2015 gets here… No, Ulrika, I don’t know there will be a rebellion then… so I’m going to try some short stories
In the late 1800s a pretty young lady named Barbaria Moore sought adventure and traveled west across America. When she realized she was going through her money faster than she thought would, she took a job in a saloon in a rowdy town named Tombstone. The saloon also had a brothel on the second floor though Miss Moore was not one of ladies there. She did bartend and would dance for customers as long as her clothes stayed on and the dance stayed vertical. A few strangers coming through town took offense that she would not go up to one of the rooms with them. Barbaria told them she wasn’t that type of women (though rumors had it if she like the looks of a handsome cowboy passing through town she could convince him to take his hat off in her private quarters).
The rebuked men left but soon returned with bandanas covering they faces. It was midafternoon and there were only a few patrons at the saloon, mostly old men that could afford to tip Barb to dance for them but either couldn’t afford the ladies upstairs or were old enough even their eyes worked better than their wheezers. Barb was dancing on a table in a cute dress and gave the old geezers a little extra for their money as she didn’t wear any knickers under that dress.
Thus begins the story…
Tree
A quick note: Tree is taking a break from his marathon stories to recharge before 2015 gets here… No, Ulrika, I don’t know there will be a rebellion then… so I’m going to try some short stories
In the late 1800s a pretty young lady named Barbaria Moore sought adventure and traveled west across America. When she realized she was going through her money faster than she thought would, she took a job in a saloon in a rowdy town named Tombstone. The saloon also had a brothel on the second floor though Miss Moore was not one of ladies there. She did bartend and would dance for customers as long as her clothes stayed on and the dance stayed vertical. A few strangers coming through town took offense that she would not go up to one of the rooms with them. Barbaria told them she wasn’t that type of women (though rumors had it if she like the looks of a handsome cowboy passing through town she could convince him to take his hat off in her private quarters).
The rebuked men left but soon returned with bandanas covering they faces. It was midafternoon and there were only a few patrons at the saloon, mostly old men that could afford to tip Barb to dance for them but either couldn’t afford the ladies upstairs or were old enough even their eyes worked better than their wheezers. Barb was dancing on a table in a cute dress and gave the old geezers a little extra for their money as she didn’t wear any knickers under that dress.
Thus begins the story…
Tree