“Tits like that can rule the world.”I’d like to say I laughed, I’d like to say I scoffed, I’d like t

“Tits like that can rule the world.”I’d like to say I laughed, I’d like to say I scoffed, I’d like to say that I handily dismissed Randi’s lewd jest as we both stood there watching the spectacle of Melissa up on that bull at the cowboy bar. But - was it just a jest? Because all I could really do that Wednesday night was nod in silent admiration, nod and stare along with everybody else.  How did we get here? How did we get to this point? Well…I’m embarrassed just recalling it, but… “I am not boring..!!” I had repeated, for maybe the third time. Yes, my pride was hurt. Yes, I had had more than my fair share of cheap beer. Yes, I should be smarter than to let two congenial, giggling mean girls get under my skin with what they quickly identified in me as a weak spot. But I should not have taken their dare, should not have booze-bravely stood up to the bar’s little karaoke stage to…They called me boring! Well, it was Randi who called me boring but soon both she and Melissa were teasing me, laughing, giggling at how upset it made me. And so, in my defense and against my normally socially inhibited nature, I sought to prove myself, and returning from karaoke stage like a proud peacock after what I felt was a rousing “Devil Went Down to Georgia”, I thought I had. P-proven myself, that is.“Nice job Dr. J…” Randi nodded as I returned, a funny, crooked smile sharpening her praise. “Yay you sounded so good..!!” clapped Melissa, perhaps a bit too ebulliently before picking up two fresh beers, handing me one. “There you go, that settles it,” I stated, still flushed from the rush of performance and taking the drink for a healthy swig, “I am not boring..!” “No, not you…” Randi replied. “You’re fun,” Melissa agreed, nodding, moving in to put her hand on my shoulder once again. Her eyes glittered in amusement…was she still laughing at me? With the adrenaline still in my blood, I almost didn’t care. I had people watching me! Singing a song! Like, maybe eight people! Well, six, not including…nevermind. Nonetheless, the first gnawing gremlins of embarrassment had started to bite. What had I just done??“Yeah you got some applause,” Randi offered, “you did okay…for a boy.” “Mm hmmmm,” Melissa added, obviously hiding some giggles behind a sip at her mug, her eyes still sparkling with that maddening mirth as she watched my face, standing close, her body friskily brushing mine“Oh you think you can do better, little girl?” I laughed, too-boldly challenging her as I took another drink. Immediately she looked away, took a step back, laughing. I knew I should have held my tongue, quit while I was ahead.“Seriously?” Randi scoffed. I’d noticed she’d switched to seltzer.“Yeah, seriously!” I laughed, foolishly following up on the gauntlet I’d thrown down to Melissa, “I wanna see what she can do!” I quickly imagined her, my shapely new Office Manager, up on the stage singing. Why would I do this?“What, see if I can get more attention than you?” Melissa asked, plainly, as she turned back our way, fixing me with her eyes. A subtle shift of her shoulders, a filling breath brought her impressive bosom up into the conversation and immediately, of course, a horde of doubts and indecision swarmed me.“Uh…y-yeah, I guess..?”“Oh, you are on!” crowed Randi, laughing, tickling me in the belly with an obnoxious poke, forcing me to step back into Melissa’s softness. “Right, Missy?”“Girls can always do better than boys,” Melissa said, a confident superiority - one which I hadn’t seen in her before - fixing her smile,  “So yes I think I can get more attention than you.” She put down her beer and added: “And…I won’t have to say a word.” ”oooo a bet! I like it!” Randi laughed, as I pondered Melissa’s cryptic comment. How would she do karaoke without using her voice? “What’s the wager?” Randi asked. ”hey, now, uhhh…” I stammered, palm up subm-”He just has to admit it,” Melissa offered with a smile, “he has to admit that girls are better than boys.” With that, she closed her eyes and kissed the air between us with pink glossy lips: *muah!*“Th-that what?” I countered, blinking in half-drunken confusion, filling with a laugh as both girls now made mesmerizing kissy-faces at me. But there was something serious behind their mischief; they meant business. With the eyes of these two tall, strong women on me, I had no recourse.I took her bet.“Ok, then, I’m ready!” Melissa laughed, suddenly buoyant again, as she pumped her fist into the air and boldly asked:“ARE. You. READY…for ME!?”With that, she picked her hat up from the high seat she had placed it on - as did Randi - and as they placed them back atop their heads they moved off, away from the bar, with me following in tow. Wait, where are we going? “The, uh, karaoke stage is back this w-”  Heedless, as if she never heard me, Melissa seemed surprised to be standing alongside the ring for the mechanical bull. ”Hm, karaoke?” she pondered, as if suddenly struck with doubt, “or…”She pointed her thumb at the bull.“..think I should try this thing?”“It’s you!” Randi confirmed.“Oh, really! I dunno..!” After a quick moment of facetious modesty, glib reticence, to my wide, disbelieving eyes Melissa was soon whispering in the ear of the bull-guy, the attendant who ran the thing. It had been quiet, unused up to this point in the evening and he looked perfectly pleased to see her. I realized, now, that this was a set-up, of course.  I was obviously being had, bamboozled….bimboozled?Anyway, I smiled and played along, sidling up against the railing about eight feet away as Randi sidled up alongside me. I caught myself staring already as I watched Melissa confidently strut into the ring and proceed to climb up onto the big metal contraption. I tried to laugh, disbelieving what was happening though my eyes were completely glued to the spectacle. Soon the attendant was on the loudspeaker, making an announcement to the half-empty bar. “Gather round gather round gather round!” he started, voice crackling with static, “Lookie who we have back to the mechanical bull! Everyone’s ringtime favorite! Miss MISSY!!!” A hush came over the bar, and then a few male cheers. People were moving our way. Up on the bull, Melissa looked around and put her hands up on her head, as if surprised by the praise as a crowd started to gather. There were more than six people already, well, more than eight including…nevermind. I’m sure she noticed that…sigh… She was visibly brightening, swelling in pride up there as the crowd gathered larger, as cheers and encouragements started to come her way. This was a side of Melissa I hadn’t seen before. She loved this. “Ok, well, you know what to do, there, ma’am,” the attendant directed, “move ‘em on up…” “Move what on up?” Melissa asked with earnest coyness, after a cursory glance down at her prodigious chest. A hoot came from the crowd. “Haha those are fine right where they are,” the announcer replied. “You know the drill here, Missy, scootch that rear up a touch in the saddle. There ya go. Don’t want you thrown too early!” I gulped at my beer. “She’s, uh…done this before?” I asked Randi.“mm hmhh…” she confirmed, “and you’re in for quite a show.”--source link

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