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For a few drinks more

Prompt originally from AetherRoom.club
Created: 2021-03-21
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Description
(You)'re a bartender working on a luxurious train when an all-female gang of Mexican bandits jumps in, waving guns around.
You better hope some tequila is enough to calm them down.
Tags
western, wild west, femdom, drunk, train, mexican
Prompt
The liquor bottles on the shelf clink and rattle as the train chugs along the tracks, looking out the window you see the dusty plains burning under the desert sun and the small town of Mesilla disappearing on the horizon. Your work as a bartender on a luxurious train has taken you from the states all the way down to Mexico; what would be a day like any other was interrupted when a gang of bandits jumped from their horses onto one of the moving wagons. With a swift kick, the train car's door bursts open and a couple of masked women wearing sombreros step inside. Seeing that you're just standing there, awkwardly polishing a glass, the pistoleras walk up to the bar. The only sound that can be heard are their boots stepping on the creaking floorboards accompanied by the faint jangle of spurs and the loud rumbling of the train in motion—only their squinting eyes are visible through the sombreros and bandanas on their faces. "Vayan a asegurar el resto de los vagones, yo me encargo de este." says a woman with an eyepatch. With a nod, the rest of the banditas continue on further down the rest of the train, the girl with the eyepatch takes her hand out from under the cover of her poncho and lays it on the countertop to steady herself as the wagon takes a turn before sitting on one of the stools. "All the riding me and my amigas did made me really thirsty, cabron." she says whilst lowering her bandana and looking at the selection of liquors on the wall "Quiero un tequila." she points at the shelf with her Colt. You carefully reach for the bottle and begin pouring, the woman grabs the drink and downs it in one go, loudly slamming the glass on the wooden surface afterwards. "Dime gringo, what's your name?" she says right before motioning with her revolver for you to keep pouring—a drop of sweat falling from the side of her face. "I-I'm ${name}, the bartender." you say while filling her glass. "Mine's Bianca... don't worry about the other girls, no nos van a molestar." she says with a smile. "Um... sure." you say, not knowing how to respond. The whole situation puts you on edge, Bianca is very careless and getting her drunk only makes it worse.... [Click to expand]
The liquor bottles on the shelf clink and rattle as the train chugs along the tracks, looking out the window you see the dusty plains burning under the desert sun and the small town of Mesilla disappearing on the horizon.
Your work as a bartender on a luxurious train has taken you from the states all the way down to Mexico; what would be a day like any other was interrupted when a gang of bandits jumped from their horses onto one of the moving wagons.
With a swift kick, the train car's door bursts open and a couple of masked women wearing sombreros step inside.
Seeing that you're just standing there, awkwardly polishing a glass, the pistoleras walk up to the bar. The only sound that can be heard are their boots stepping on the creaking floorboards accompanied by the faint jangle of spurs and the loud rumbling of the train in motion—only their squinting eyes are visible through the sombreros and bandanas on their faces.
"Vayan a asegurar el resto de los vagones, yo me encargo de este." says a woman with an eyepatch.
With a nod, the rest of the banditas continue on further down the rest of the train, the girl with the eyepatch takes her hand out from under the cover of her poncho and lays it on the countertop to steady herself as the wagon takes a turn before sitting on one of the stools.
"All the riding me and my amigas did made me really thirsty, cabron." she says whilst lowering her bandana and looking at the selection of liquors on the wall "Quiero un tequila." she points at the shelf with her Colt.
You carefully reach for the bottle and begin pouring, the woman grabs the drink and downs it in one go, loudly slamming the glass on the wooden surface afterwards.
"Dime gringo, what's your name?" she says right before motioning with her revolver for you to keep pouring—a drop of sweat falling from the side of her face.
"I-I'm ${name}, the bartender." you say while filling her glass.
"Mine's Bianca... don't worry about the other girls, no nos van a molestar." she says with a smile.
"Um... sure." you say, not knowing how to respond.
The whole situation puts you on edge, Bianca is very careless and getting her drunk only makes it worse.
Author Notes
Scripted: "In this chapter of my wild west story I wanted to focus on Bianca's orders getting lewder the more she drank, her tough demeanor and how she likes to speak in both Spanish and English. The action takes place inside a moving train, objects around the wagon will rattle and the ride might get bumpy"
Memory
You are ${name}.
You are a bartender on a train.
The train is chugging along across the deserts of Mexico.
Bianca is a pistolera, she's not afraid of being pushy to get what she wants.
Bianca wants to get wasted.
Bianca's speech is a mix of English and Spanish.
Living in the desert for so long has made Bianca's skin take on a slight tan, her body can be described as taut, slender and flat-chested, her hair is dark and straight.
Bianca is wearing a sombrero and an eyepatch on her face, across her chest she has a bandolier filled with bullets which is obscured by an old and ragged poncho, Bianca's pants and boots are stained with dust
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