The small city of Beaufort, South Carolina was buzzing – clearly excited that their small town had managed to make it onto a stop for something big such as the PBR. Normally a circuit such as the PBR would stop at one of the larger cities in the area, forcing residents of smaller towns to travel to the show. Yet this year they were lucky enough to be included, the town had been buzzing for a good month to prepare. The shop owners were busy making sure to their family owned store look just as professional as the big box stores, making sure they had enough stock to last through the crowd that would surely flood their city. The local radio station was giving away tickets with a chance to win back stage passes to be behind the chutes, a chance to meet the riders and all that fun stuff.
The staff at the local fair grounds were busier than anyone else in town, trying to make sure the arena was disked up – the panels and chutes were in good working order. The week prior they had gone through and replaced needed boards, repainted and replaced the announcing equipment in the announcers’ booth. They were out there at least fourteen hours a day working, trying to make their small town compete with the looks of the bigger towns while keeping their small-town charm. They were hoping that somehow, they would be able to convince the PBR that coming to town wasn’t a mistake and that they needed to continue to come to small towns such as their own, the arena crew only stopped working when the animals were dropped off the night before the show.
Time had passed rather quickly the first night of the show, the day passed in a blur for Ash – she had decided to pass time by helping the staff that oversaw the upkeep all year around by helping them direct the PBR staff on where everything was and how to get there. She had planned ahead, bringing a spare set of clothes with her that she changed into before the event started. Once she changed, she left her curly brunette hair down around her shoulders, a black tank top, a dark pair a tight fitting bootcut jeans and black cowboy boots. She had done her make-up, figuring since she was single there was nothing wrong with looking nice and having fun. Her clothing fit her slender body rather well, showing off the curves of her hips and her breasts – yet she wasn’t too bothered by the lingering eyes.
She was in fact quite used to it, it had been something she had gone through in high school – given she had dated the same guy from seventh grade all the way up till about a year ago and he had chased those lingering eyes away every chance he got. Ash still wasn’t sure why they had broken up after so many years together, the only thing she could really think of is he hit it big – signed a deal with the PBR and didn’t want to be with some little small-town girl. She hadn’t dated since that break up, in fact – she wasn’t even interested. It had been a year for everything to do with men, whether it be dating or sex. He had been the first guy she slept with and the last, she wouldn’t admit it to just anyone – only her closest friend that she still had some of the things he bought her, that she missed him.
But still to this day, she didn’t know why he ended things – she still had hurt from it, she was still upset by it. But she wasn’t going to let some chance encounter that he could possibly be here ruin her night or her weekend since she managed to somehow win a back-stage pass for the entire weekend though they would be in town for the next week before they packed up and shipped out to the next town, plus for all she knew – her ex landed himself some little buckle bunny who was only interested in him if he won. Yet it still felt strange coming to an event like this without him, all throughout high school and after high school when he rode at the fair or other amateur events – she would be there supporting him win or lose, even hospital trips. Fake ring engagement ring and all so she could ride with him.
Ash sighed softly and paused, hearing a cat whistle that was clearly targeting her before someone put there arm against the gate next to her to stop her from moving any further. “Well hey there pretty little thing.” A man’s voice spoke, clearly faking a country accent as she rolled her eyes – glancing toward the younger man who stood next to her. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing back here all alone, hm? Looking to have a good time tonight? I’d sure love to have a pretty little thing like you on my arm, make all the other guys jealous and me one lucky man.” He added, flashing her a quick smile as he looked her up and down, letting out a long whistle once more. This guy was just saying all the wrong things and working his way into getting slapped in her book, yet slapping him would get her throne out.
“This ‘pretty little thing’ has a name and I ain’t interested in your fake little country boy act, believe me – I dated a country boy. I can tell a fake accent from a real one, the one I have is real. So, I would strongly suggest you back off.” Ash pointed out, keeping her voice as low as she could while still getting her point across. Yet the man didn’t seem to take the hint, only inching closer to her with a stupid smile on his face. She was trying so hard not to hit him, for the first time in a long time sexual advances were making her uncomfortable – but everyone seemed too busy to notice anything going on. The young woman sighed, biting her lip a moment as she crossed her arms – meeting the man’s eyes a moment as she raised an eyebrow. “Fake isn’t my type.” She muttered, coldly.
She could only hope that would get her point across to him, yet he only looked over his shoulder quickly to see if anyone was making their way toward him. “Where’s your cowboy then, hm? Doesn’t seem like he’s too worried about you if he ain’t around. Especially dressed like this and back here, you just scream single and ready for a fun night. So how about ya let me show ya a good night, how’s that sound?” He asked, dropping the accent he’d been faking. Yet he still wasn’t backing down and his comments just made her cringe. Was he that desperate to get laid tonight? It honestly struck a cord within her, Jason normally wouldn’t let a conversation get this far before stepping between her and the other guy – hell, he’d have stepped in the instant this guy called her a pretty little thing.
“Is it really that hard to just leave me the hell alone? I’m not interested, okay? Stop wasting your time, okay? It’s not working, plus it’s not really any of your business if I’m single or not. And if I’m not…I’m pretty sure, whoever I’m dating would be more than happy to handle things.” She muttered, watching the man carefully as he chuckled, glancing toward the chutes as the buzzer went off. Ash took her chance to try and try to move away while he was distracted, yet he was quick to catch her by the arm and pull her back to where she once stood. She bit her lip once more, pulling her arm away from him as she glared at him, “Don’t touch me.” She snapped, watching the man as he smiled once more, cocking his head to the side as he looked her up and down once more.
“Awe, ain’t that cute – ya know, it ain’t too hard to tell your single.” He muttered, leaning closer to her.
Member
Howilng Zinogre,
iFain,
DELETED826329,
DELETED35823,
Zygfryt,
Jangel13,
AmongHeroes,
ruler of spades,
IAmAugustReign,
Eventua
