Intriguingly, she had a dirty, badly applied bandage strapped messily around her left wrist.
I had literally hit the jackpot. After over two hours of chat site horse shit, I’d been hooked up with three fucking cowgirls, and gorgeous ones at that.
I tried to remain calm, while inside, I was exploding with excitement and hope. Jolene, Lucky and Maddie looked like they were after a good time, and I was ready to do whatever they wanted me to.
“Hi girls,” I smiled. “Whereabouts in the states are you?”
“We’re in the great state of Montana, my Aussie friend,” Jolene drawled sexily. “I’m likin’ that cute accent of yours, by the way.”
“Thanks,” I replied. “I like your accents too.”
“Accents?” Maddie howled. “We ain’t got no god damn accents!”
“Trust me,” I smiled. “You’ve got accents. What do you ladies do? You look like cowgirls.”
“Well, hell yes, we’re professional barrel racers, baby,” Lucky replied. “We ride rodeo, and we do a little cowboyin’ on the side.”
“And sometimes we get hurt,” Jolene said, and pointed to the Band-Aid on her forehead, while Maddie held up her bandaged wrist. “The work’s tough, and we sweat our titties off, so we drink up some at the end of the day to blow off some steam.”
Jolene held up the can of Budweiser in front of her, while Lucky tapped out a cigarette from a pack of Marlboros on the coffee table and lit it up with a Zippo lighter. Jesus, these girls did not fuck around when it came to their vices.
“We also like to get on video chat and have a little fun too,” Maddie said. “We’re on a spread in the middle of god damn nowhere, and most of the boys round here ain’t worth shit. You like to have fun, Matt from Australia?”
“Yeah, I like to have fun,” I smiled. “I love to have fun.”
“Well, good…I’m guessin’ you ain’t on here to talk about politics or what’s new on Netflix,” Jolene asked. “The guys on here are after only one thing…and hell, so are we.”
The three girls all laughed uproariously. Lucky took a long drag on her cigarette, and Jolene and Maddie took swigs from their cans of Budweiser. They pushed each other and kept laughing.
“Let’s not fuck around, huh?” Jolene said, and pointed at the screen forcefully. “Someone’s gettin’ naked, and it sure as shit ain’t us. It’s time for you to get shucked down, Matt from Australia. Take off your god damn shirt and show us what ya got, honey.”
“What?” I said incredulously. “You want me to take off my shirt?”
“You betcha,” Maddie laughed. “And we ain’t gonna stop there, hoss. We wanna see you buck naked. Let’s start with the shirt. Get it off.”
“Don’t be so god damn shy,” Jolene chimed in. “If this was such a fuckin’ dilemma for y’all, you’d just cut the chat and be done with it.”
“He’s a pretty one,” Lucky added. “He won’t mind us good ol’ girls seein’ him bare-ass, will he? Come on, Matt, don’t mess us around, baby. Get that spendy lookin’ shirt off and show us your sexy bod.”
“Okay, okay,” I said. “I’ll take off my shirt.”
I played it coy. I’d learned that most women liked to think they had the upper hand in sexual situations, and to feel like they had control over a guy.
Being brash and cocky worked sometimes, but in this situation, I went for the shy-guy routine.
“Is this what you do?” I asked as I started to unbutton my shirt. “Get on video chat and make guys get undressed?”
“Hell, yes,” Maddie laughed. “That is damn straight what we do. We just made a Polish motherfucker juggle oranges bare-ass. He weren’t in great shape and he only had a little pecker, so we had to amuse ourselves.”
“The sum-bitch still didn’t cut the chat,” Jolene smiled. “There are some desperate boys on here. They see anything with tits and a pussy and they go fuckin’ crazy. They’ll do just about anything if ya talk to ’em, and we make the most of it.”
“Holy shit,” Maddie laughed. “Last week, we got some dumb sum-bitch from New York City to strip off all his spendy clothes and then crawl around on all fours squealing like a pig. What a dumb fucker he was. We got him fucked down in a New York minute, I tell ya.”
“But hell, you are a pretty one,” Lucky smiled and took a drag on her smoke. “We ain’t gonna require nothin’ extra outta you, baby. You’re the whole god damn show yourself.”
I slowly, teasingly undid the buttons of my shirt, wanting to make this entertaining. I wanted these sassy cowgirls to have as much wild, raunchy fun as possible.
I was more than happy to be completely and utterly objectified…in fact, I fucking loved it.
Once all the buttons were undone, my shirt separated, and the girls got a quick but restricted view of my muscled chest and abs. They seemed to like what they saw, and they all started clapping again.
“Yeah, baby,” Lucky laughed. “You look mighty fine under that shirt. You just go ahead and take that damn thing right off, y’hear? Make yourself comfortable, baby.”
I roughly slid the shirt off my shoulders. I folded it and gently threw if off-screen onto my couch.
My bare torso glistened, its rigid muscles and waxed skin slicked with sweat from my increasing excitement and arousal.
“Well, I’ll be god damned,” Jolene whistled. “This boy is shredded to shit! Look at those muscles! This Aussie boy is jacked! Make those bad boys pop, honey! Put on a show for these good ol’ girls!”
I clenched my fists at my sides to make the muscles in my arms and chest flex and tighten.
I held my arms out a little from my sides, and made my large biceps bulge impressively.
I then stretched out my torso and raised my arms above my head. I put my arms behind my head, and flexed my biceps again by pumping my fists.
I turned around in my chair, and tightened the muscles in my back. I tried to make them pop as much as possible for these foul mouthed cowgirls.
“That is one sexy motherfucker,” Maddie laughed. “You like to lift weights, hoss?”
“Yeah, I spend a lot of time in the gym,” I replied. “I try to keep fit.”
“And you like to wax those muscles too, huh?” Maddie asked. “You like to spend a little time in the beauty parlour? Gettin’ yourself all prettified for the ladies?”
“Yeah, I like to keep things clean,” I laughed. “I like my body to feel smooth when a woman’s touching me and feeling me.”
The girls all laughed wildly at this. Lucky punched Jolene on the arm, and stubbed out her cigarette in one of the ashtrays on the trash covered coffee table.
“My, oh my, he is a flirtatious one,” she laughed. “Talkin’ about ladies touchin’ him and shit! Matt from Australia, are you tryin’ to make us jealous? Or are you tryin’ to get our little pussies wet?”
Before I could answer in the affirmative, Maddie butted in after taking a long swig from her can of Budweiser. She pointed at the screen, and obviously at me too.
“Hot damn, I wanna see what else this boy gets waxed,” she hollered. “Take off your britches, sweet thing!”
“Oh my god,” I said, and continued to play coy. “You want me to take off my pants? I thought you were joking…I thought you just wanted to see me without my shirt on.”
“Oh, honey,” Jolene tittered. “We most definitely want you to take off your pants. We just got some dumb-ass French sum-bitch to strip bare-ass naked and then suck on a cucumber like he was blowing a cock.”