"Prick!" she screamed after him.
An elderly maiden lady, just entering the hotel's small, unattended lobby, stopped in horror. Cal tipped his hat as he edged around her and left the building. Viv slammed the door of her room.
"Well, I never!" the old maid exclaimed. She marched to, the hotel desk and began beating on the bell to summon the manager.
It was mid-afternoon at the ranch when Pete looked up from the work he was doing near the barn and caught a glint of sunlight off an approaching car. He recognized the sporty machine as that of Cal's girl friend.
Since his younger brother was out on the range rounding up some strays, Pete put down the harness he had been mending and ambled over to the open area next to the house where he waited to greet the visitor.
Viv brought her car to a stop and smiled at him. "You're just the man I want to see!" she cheerfully announced, swinging the car's door open.
Pete ogled her lovely legs as she brought them around. Again she was wearing a miniskirt that was so short it revealed a flash of panty crotch-pink today. Pete's penis stirred.
"How come you want to see me?" the lanky young man inquired. "I thought you and Cal was…"
"Cal's very immature, I'm afraid," Viv said. "I've always liked… older men, anyway." Her hands lit on the buttons of Pete's work shirt. She toyed with them while smiling up at him.
Considering that Cal had taken Viv away from him at the beginning, then had muscled in on Millie, the elder brother would have been happy to beat Cal's time, if it were a question of that. However, Viv's pitch was just a little too blatant.
He had been suspicious of her from the start, but he hadn't been able to figure out her game.
"Ain't you got enough facts yet for that story you're writing?" Pete inquired coolly.
Viv took her hands away from him. "Well, not quite." She looked around uneasily. "Where's Cal, anyway?"
"Out on the range. He won't be back till supper time."
Viv smiled. "Oh, that's good!" She took Pete's arm and turned him around. "Let's you and I walk over to that big old haystack next to the stable."
Pete went with her, though his mind churned with suspicious resentment. Where did she get off anyway, he wondered, wiggling her butt around there, first making a play for Cal and then for him? What did she think he was – some simple boob who would be so grateful for the chance to screw her that he wouldn't ask any questions?
When they reached the large pile of straw where Pete had watched her surrender to Cal the other day, she drew him down beside her.
"Now, isn't this nice?" she purred, practically flashing a sign that read Kiss me!
"You sure you're a writer?" Pete stuck a straw into his mouth.
Viv blinked. "Why, yes. I told you that the first day I was here."
"What kind of a story are you writing? Maybe I'll want to read it some time."
"Do you read much?" Viv asked, chuckling. Her eyes seemed to mock him.
"Quite a bit," Pete replied evenly. "The nights around a ranch are pretty dull."
"Your nights don't have to be dull from now I on," the red-haired girl said boldly, placing her hand on the warm, tightly packed crotch of Pete's jeans.
He sprang at her, pushing her onto her back in the straw. "What the hell's your problem, baby? Are your pants so damned hot you've got to throw yourself at every man you see?"
"Pete!" she exclaimed, breathing hard as she stared up at him in surprise. "What an awful thing to say!"
"That's how it looks to me. First you go after Cal and let him screw you fifteen minutes after you meet, and now you're onto me. Why us, baby? Ain't there any hot cocks in Reno?"
Viv was speechless. She decided she had underestimated Pete, and perhaps Cal, also.
The lanky man slowly released her and leaned back. "You're a damned good-looking babe and – don't get me wrong – I wouldn't mind playing with you. But the whole thing seems kind of funny."
"All right." Viv sat up. "Cal and I had a fight. I wanted to hurt him, and I thought the best way to do that would be to have an affair with you." She suddenly smiled. "But I like you, anyway. I did from the first. It was only after Cal mentioned that you had a girl friend that I even looked at him."
"What girl?"
"Millie, I think Cal said her name was. You remember him telling me."
"Millie's my kid brother's wife."
"Oh." Viv's pink lips pursed.
"That still don't answer the question of why a gal like you is so easy to make. Baby, you're no dog. If you was, maybe I could understand."
"Okay, forget it." Viv stood and brushed the straw off her. "You've made me feel cheap, and I don't care for that."
"Another thing," Pete said thoughtfully as he remained seated, sucking on the piece of straw. "Why was you so hot to take Cal away from here?"
"I'm not going to answer a lot of stupid questions."
Viv turned and started to leave. Pete leaped off the straw pile, caught her by an arm, and spun her around. She gasped and stared at him.
"Who sent you to see us?" Pete asked, getting a sudden brainstorm. "Was it Trevor Reed?"
"What if it was?" Viv snapped angrily. "It didn't work, so that's that. Now let go of me!"
Pete's studied calm ignited into anger. The cheap cunt had nearly torn his family apart, making Cal threaten to tell Danny about Millie and him, and forcing him to throw Millie into Cal's arms. He wasn't about to let her off easy.
"What's the connection between you and Reed?" Pete demanded. "Are you just some whore he hired?"
Viv's eyes blazed, and she swung her free arm, slapping him across the face.
Pete's anger turned to rage. He swept Viv off her feet, whirled around, and tossed her into the straw. She landed on her fanny, her lovely legs in the air. Her short skirt skidded to her lap, exposing strips of bare thigh between the tops of her hose and the elasticized edges of her pink nylon briefs.
Sputtering with indignation, Viv rolled over in an effort to get up. Her skirt wound around her middle, baring her bottom. The shapely cheeks quivered, the crack between them enticingly visible through the sheer nylon.
Before Viv could rise to her hands and knees, Pete landed beside her. His hand at the middle of her back held her down as he gazed at the inviting target of her lightly-covered ass.
The lean, hard-faced cowboy raised his hand and brought it down stingingly against Viv's bottom.
"Oh!" she exclaimed.
Fired by the springy quiver of her asscheeks and by the sound which his hand had made when he had smacked them, Pete raised his hand and brought it down again – harder this time.
"Ow!" Viv bawled. "You dirty bastard!"
"How much did Reed pay you to break us down?" Pete snarled. "Was it worth this?"
He spanked her sleek, quivering panty seat again.
"He didn't pay me, God damn you! I'm a…"
Again his hand struck her bouncy bottom.
"Ah! Real estate broker."
"Just working for commission, huh?" Pete said. "Well, this is it!"
He spanked her a fifth time.
"Let me up! I'm sorry… I'm sorry!" Viv began to sob.
By this time Pete was so involved in the excitement of the spanking that he couldn't stop. He wanted to hurt Viv even more.
He grasped the elastic band at the top of her panties and stretched it back, causing the flimsy garment to skid out from under her tummy. Her white ass was bare. The satiny skin bore pink splotches where his hand had struck. Pete let the elastic snap against Viv's thighs just below the tops of her stockings, and he raised his hand above her once more.
As she writhed impotently in the soft straw, he spanked both bare buttocks, then just the left, then the right. The pink splotches turned an angry red.
The humiliated and painfully chastised young woman kicked and sobbed.