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We don't care about the drinkin'
Barely listen to the band
Our hands, they start a shakin'
When she gets the urge to dance

Lexi heard Bo's heavy breathing behind her as she swayed to the music. KC was in front of Lexi, gyrating like a stripper. Lexi and KC both were drunk and Bo, well, he was just Bo, and the gigantic redneck appeared unaffected by the large quantities of liquor he had consumed. Savannah was at the table, stuffing her fat face with roast pork. Lexi had thought the trip would bring their relationship to closure, but it had only opened old wounds. The trip was an awful mistake.

It was like a cocaine addict thinking one last hit of crack would help stop their addiction. Seeing Savannah again only increased Lexi's lust for her. If there was a Mount Rushmore of asses, Savannah Hill's ass would be on it. So Lexi was horny and she was going to get laid, one way or another. It wouldn't be Savannah, but she had two eager subjects auditioning for her attention.

It came down to a matter of what brand of crazy Lexi preferred. She could choose Bo Wheeler who hovered around her with the intensity of a psychotic stalker, or she could choose KC, a spoiled narcissistic who wanted to try a night of lesbianism on like it was a pair of shoes. Whoever Lexi choose, it would be a one night fling. Lexi could care less about the ramifications of her actions. Fuck Austin, Lexi was never coming back.

Lexi spun as she danced away from Bo, and she made her decision. She had no desire to be with big macho Bo. Although Lexi preferred her girls meaty, it was going to be KC.

The dance floor was alongside the lake. The colored lights reflected off the water, and a three foot high decorative railing protected drunken revelers from taking an accidental plunge. KC grasped the railing with both hands and seductively wiggled her ass back and forth.

“Like what you see?” KC asked.

While she was no Savannah, it would have to do. Lexi swatted KC on the ass and KC cackled.

“Gimme some more!”

Bo shouldered Lexi aside, nearly tossing her over the railing in the process. He swatted KC on the rump so hard she knocked her head into the railing.

'Hey! What the hell!”

“Lexi is with me tonight,” Bo stated firmly. He grabbed Lexi by the shoulder and pulled her towards him.

“No, she's with me bigfoot,” KC replied, and grabbed Lexi by the arm.

“Hey!” Lexi protested. KC tugged on her arm to no effect. Bo's grip was firm.

“She's a lesbian dumbass!”

“She's mine. We were paired up together.”

Lexi was drunk, but she was still aware of what was going on. She didn't like monkeying around so close to the railing, and she was annoyed with how Bo was manhandling her. Lexi Ryder belonged to no one, least of all that drunken hillbilly.

Lexi was already angry over Savannah, and Bo's antics tested her patience. It was time to put an end to Bo's groping. She twisted out of his grasp and stomped her heel into Bo's foot as hard as she could.

Startled, Bo released Lexi, and Lexi stumbled backwards into KC, who was saved by the railing.

Lexi's hands immediately went to her hair. It had started out the day taped firmly to her head, but after a day spent in the sun followed by dancing and drinking, it had gradually loosened. She desperately pushed her hair back into proper position. If they fell into the lake, her wig was bound to come off.

In typical Lexi fashion, she had just made matters worse.

Bo clenched his fists and glared at Lexi and KC, who were tangled together against the railing. Bo looked like he wanted to hurt someone.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you.”

Savannah Hill was in a black dress and heels. She had the biggest ba-donka-donk in Austin, but she carried herself with the authority of a state trooper.

Bo looked at her and laughed. It started slowly, deep in his belly. Savannah was a big girl, but much wider than she was tall. Bo towered over her.

“What the fuck do you care about these bitches, blondie?”

It was the longest sentence Lexi had heard from Bo all night. She temporarily forgot about her hair and focused on Savannah. What was Savannah thinking?

Description
We don't care about the drinkin'
Barely listen to the band
Our hands, they start a shakin'
When she gets the urge to dance

Lexi heard Bo's heavy breathing behind her as she swayed to the music. KC was in front of Lexi, gyrating like a stripper. Lexi and KC both were drunk and Bo, well, he was just Bo, and the gigantic redneck appeared unaffected by the large quantities of liquor he had consumed. Savannah was at the table, stuffing her fat face with roast pork. Lexi had thought the trip would bring their relationship to closure, but it had only opened old wounds. The trip was an awful mistake.

It was like a cocaine addict thinking one last hit of crack would help stop their addiction. Seeing Savannah again only increased Lexi's lust for her. If there was a Mount Rushmore of asses, Savannah Hill's ass would be on it. So Lexi was horny and she was going to get laid, one way or another. It wouldn't be Savannah, but she had two eager subjects auditioning for her attention.

It came down to a matter of what brand of crazy Lexi preferred. She could choose Bo Wheeler who hovered around her with the intensity of a psychotic stalker, or she could choose KC, a spoiled narcissistic who wanted to try a night of lesbianism on like it was a pair of shoes. Whoever Lexi choose, it would be a one night fling. Lexi could care less about the ramifications of her actions. Fuck Austin, Lexi was never coming back.

Lexi spun as she danced away from Bo, and she made her decision. She had no desire to be with big macho Bo. Although Lexi preferred her girls meaty, it was going to be KC.

The dance floor was alongside the lake. The colored lights reflected off the water, and a three foot high decorative railing protected drunken revelers from taking an accidental plunge. KC grasped the railing with both hands and seductively wiggled her ass back and forth.

“Like what you see?” KC asked.

While she was no Savannah, it would have to do. Lexi swatted KC on the ass and KC cackled.

“Gimme some more!”

Bo shouldered Lexi aside, nearly tossing her over the railing in the process. He swatted KC on the rump so hard she knocked her head into the railing.

'Hey! What the hell!”

“Lexi is with me tonight,” Bo stated firmly. He grabbed Lexi by the shoulder and pulled her towards him.

“No, she's with me bigfoot,” KC replied, and grabbed Lexi by the arm.

“Hey!” Lexi protested. KC tugged on her arm to no effect. Bo's grip was firm.

“She's a lesbian dumbass!”

“She's mine. We were paired up together.”

Lexi was drunk, but she was still aware of what was going on. She didn't like monkeying around so close to the railing, and she was annoyed with how Bo was manhandling her. Lexi Ryder belonged to no one, least of all that drunken hillbilly.

Lexi was already angry over Savannah, and Bo's antics tested her patience. It was time to put an end to Bo's groping. She twisted out of his grasp and stomped her heel into Bo's foot as hard as she could.

Startled, Bo released Lexi, and Lexi stumbled backwards into KC, who was saved by the railing.

Lexi's hands immediately went to her hair. It had started out the day taped firmly to her head, but after a day spent in the sun followed by dancing and drinking, it had gradually loosened. She desperately pushed her hair back into proper position. If they fell into the lake, her wig was bound to come off.

In typical Lexi fashion, she had just made matters worse.

Bo clenched his fists and glared at Lexi and KC, who were tangled together against the railing. Bo looked like he wanted to hurt someone.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you.”

Savannah Hill was in a black dress and heels. She had the biggest ba-donka-donk in Austin, but she carried herself with the authority of a state trooper.

Bo looked at her and laughed. It started slowly, deep in his belly. Savannah was a big girl, but much wider than she was tall. Bo towered over her.

“What the fuck do you care about these bitches, blondie?”

It was the longest sentence Lexi had heard from Bo all night. She temporarily forgot about her hair and focused on Savannah. What was Savannah thinking?