8. Bull

8

Bull

Kirsten —or Kristen, or was it Krystal? It definitely started with a K—squirmed her pussy against me. But my gaze was fixed on Lily as she strode towards the bull. What is she...she’s not going to—

She pushed through the crowd and stepped right up to the bull. At the last minute, she seemed to realize she had a napkin in her hand and shoved it into her pocket. “I’ll give it a try,” she said, looking me right in the eye.

I swallowed. My mouth had suddenly gone dry. “You sure?” I didn’t want to see her get hurt.

She didn’t answer, just jumped up onto the bull. Or tried to. It’s higher than it looks and the soft, squishy safety mats on the floor don’t help. A few of the girls tittered as she tried to hook her leg over. I turned and glared at them and they went instantly silent.

Lily got herself in position and sat up in the saddle. Her face had gone pale—it probably looked a long way down, now she was up there .

“What number do you want?” asked Pete, whose job it was to run the thing.

I saw Lily look at the girl in my arms. I’d completely forgotten I was still holding her. I opened my arms and Kirsten or Kristen or whoever the hell she was slithered down and stepped back, glowering. “Five,” said Lily.

I stepped forward, gently nudging Kirsten out of the way. “Three,” I corrected.

Kirsten glanced at me. “Yeah, that’d be better for a beginner.” She smirked. “I’ve had a lot of practice.”

Lily looked her right in the eye. “I don’t doubt it.”

I saw Kirsten’s smile collapse. Damn, this girl had a mouth on her.

“Five,” said Lily again, firmly. Aw, hell. She was stubborn as a mule, too. Pete shrugged and hit the button and the bull started to move.