When she was this drunk, the sub-surface Oklahoma twang crept back into Shannon's voice. "Ain't nuthin' here ta do," she said mournfully as she craned her head around in an exaggerated motion. The bar was largely empty besides the three friends occupying the corner booth and a few locals playing pool and nursing their beers. She leaned closer to Lisa on her right and in what she must have thought was a conspiratorial whisper, blurted out: "And there aren't even any cute guys!" Lisa nodded slow accent. Shannon took this as her cue to tug on the sleeve of Elaine's blouse on her left. "C'mon, we can still make it to Flannigan's before last call -hic- if we hurry. 'S more people there."
"Shannon, its 1:53 now, there's no way we'd make it there in time to do anything meaningful. Plus its not going to be any more populated, there's one hell of a storm going on outside." A loud peal of thunder punctuated her last remark. Her compatriots looked crestfallen. Elaine rolled her eyes. As designated driver, she always felt like a parent dealing with two spoiled children. "Lets just stay here until close. Cheer up, there has to be something here to keep you entertained."
Shannon crossed her arms under her meager chest looking pouty until she spotted something in the opposite side of the room. "'Scuse me Lisa, I gotta date with the jukebox." She weaved her way over unsteadily and started flipping through the collection of CDs inside. Finally pleased with her selection, she endeavored to return to the booth when she spotted something of interest in the darkened corner of the bar.
It was a dusty mechanical bull. Unfortunately, there was an OUT OF ORDER sign hanging from the plastic chain that roped it off from the rest of the room. Another disappointment in what had to be the most anticlimactic twenty-first birthday ever. Her favorite song coming on over the speakers put her in a slightly better mood as she headed back to her friends.
It was doing a good job of drowning out the sounds of the storm outside until the windows flashed white and thunder that rang out like cannon fire silenced everything electrical in the building. The room went pitch black. Then the lights flickered on, and the jukebox picked up where it left off. "Damn, that must have hit close," Elaine said.
Shannon grinned. "Close enough I s'pose. Close enough to get the ol' bull runnin' again, looks like." The lights illuminating the coin slot were on, and the motors powering the machine hummed as they spooled up. "Lemme show you ladies how an Oklahoma girl gets it done."
Shannon ignored Elaine's objections as she fumbled for quarters in her purse to feed the hungry machine. Triumphantly she plunked the last one in and the bull ever so slowly started to buck. It pivoted lazily, and pitched back and forth at a snail's pace, giving its inebriated rider ample time to correct her balance. Shannon frowned. "Damn thing IS busted after all. Giddy up!" She kicked at the machine savagely with her heels and it sprung to life. Suddenly she was gripping the pommel for dear life as the saddle spasmed and heaved underneath her. "Woo!" Shannon was a slim girl, and staying on as the bull effortlessly flung her to and fro required intense concentration.
The machine was unrelenting, yet riding it seemed to be getting easier. Her thighs were getting a better grip on the saddle and the cushion was steadily improving. There was some unfamiliar bouncing up front, but it seemed to lower her center of gravity so that she had to make fewer adjustments for the action of the bucking bull below her. The sensation of besting her clockwork rival filled her with joy. As her anxious looking friends swung into her field of view, she felt confident enough to take her hand off the pommel and blow them a kiss.
But all too soon the ride ended and she was greeted with concerned shouting. Shannon balked. "Shit, this is easy as hell. Don't y'all worry. I got this handled. Time fer round 2." Shannon leaned over to dig in her purse for more quarters, but her newly weighty bosom caused her to lose balance and slide off the saddle and onto the floor in a heap. "Huh?"
Elaine was helping her to her feet when Shannon hugged her unexpectedly. Or tried to hug her. It was more like a sumo move where she bumped the other girl with her breasts. They would have ended up on the floor again had there not been a table behind her for Elaine to brace herself against.
"You're sucha good friend," Shannon slurred, trying to put her head on her friend's shoulder and failing because of the wide gap between them caused by her enormous chest.
"I try," Elaine reassured her. "Now c'mon, let's get you two booze hounds home. Lisa?"
"Justa minute. I'm next." To Elaine's horror, Lisa was jamming the last quarter into the mechanical bull she was perched on.
"Shannon, its 1:53 now, there's no way we'd make it there in time to do anything meaningful. Plus its not going to be any more populated, there's one hell of a storm going on outside." A loud peal of thunder punctuated her last remark. Her compatriots looked crestfallen. Elaine rolled her eyes. As designated driver, she always felt like a parent dealing with two spoiled children. "Lets just stay here until close. Cheer up, there has to be something here to keep you entertained."
Shannon crossed her arms under her meager chest looking pouty until she spotted something in the opposite side of the room. "'Scuse me Lisa, I gotta date with the jukebox." She weaved her way over unsteadily and started flipping through the collection of CDs inside. Finally pleased with her selection, she endeavored to return to the booth when she spotted something of interest in the darkened corner of the bar.
It was a dusty mechanical bull. Unfortunately, there was an OUT OF ORDER sign hanging from the plastic chain that roped it off from the rest of the room. Another disappointment in what had to be the most anticlimactic twenty-first birthday ever. Her favorite song coming on over the speakers put her in a slightly better mood as she headed back to her friends.
It was doing a good job of drowning out the sounds of the storm outside until the windows flashed white and thunder that rang out like cannon fire silenced everything electrical in the building. The room went pitch black. Then the lights flickered on, and the jukebox picked up where it left off. "Damn, that must have hit close," Elaine said.
Shannon grinned. "Close enough I s'pose. Close enough to get the ol' bull runnin' again, looks like." The lights illuminating the coin slot were on, and the motors powering the machine hummed as they spooled up. "Lemme show you ladies how an Oklahoma girl gets it done."
Shannon ignored Elaine's objections as she fumbled for quarters in her purse to feed the hungry machine. Triumphantly she plunked the last one in and the bull ever so slowly started to buck. It pivoted lazily, and pitched back and forth at a snail's pace, giving its inebriated rider ample time to correct her balance. Shannon frowned. "Damn thing IS busted after all. Giddy up!" She kicked at the machine savagely with her heels and it sprung to life. Suddenly she was gripping the pommel for dear life as the saddle spasmed and heaved underneath her. "Woo!" Shannon was a slim girl, and staying on as the bull effortlessly flung her to and fro required intense concentration.
The machine was unrelenting, yet riding it seemed to be getting easier. Her thighs were getting a better grip on the saddle and the cushion was steadily improving. There was some unfamiliar bouncing up front, but it seemed to lower her center of gravity so that she had to make fewer adjustments for the action of the bucking bull below her. The sensation of besting her clockwork rival filled her with joy. As her anxious looking friends swung into her field of view, she felt confident enough to take her hand off the pommel and blow them a kiss.
But all too soon the ride ended and she was greeted with concerned shouting. Shannon balked. "Shit, this is easy as hell. Don't y'all worry. I got this handled. Time fer round 2." Shannon leaned over to dig in her purse for more quarters, but her newly weighty bosom caused her to lose balance and slide off the saddle and onto the floor in a heap. "Huh?"
Elaine was helping her to her feet when Shannon hugged her unexpectedly. Or tried to hug her. It was more like a sumo move where she bumped the other girl with her breasts. They would have ended up on the floor again had there not been a table behind her for Elaine to brace herself against.
"You're sucha good friend," Shannon slurred, trying to put her head on her friend's shoulder and failing because of the wide gap between them caused by her enormous chest.
"I try," Elaine reassured her. "Now c'mon, let's get you two booze hounds home. Lisa?"
"Justa minute. I'm next." To Elaine's horror, Lisa was jamming the last quarter into the mechanical bull she was perched on.
It roared to life.