have all been cleared, official and unofficial ones. This joint is actually starting to turn a profit."
"I was asking how you were,” Micah clarified.
"I'm a small business owner, Micah," Bill reminded Micah bluntly. "If business is good, I'm good."
"Good to hear,” Micah answered. He raised his beer in a toast before he took another sip.
"What about you?” Bill asked. "What brings you to town, other than to collect your usury money?"
"I'm just here to visit some family," Micah replied. "The Club's given me a few days leave; so, I'll be in town for a little bit."
"Alright."
"Who’s the girl?” Micah asked, nodding towards the door.
"Oh, that's Delilah Carson," Bill answered. "She lives around here. She's got a hell of a singing voice, too."
"She sure looks like a hell of a girl,” replied Micah, suggestively.
"She's organized a gig here tomorrow night," Bill said. "You should come over and listen to her."
"Maybe you could introduce me to her, as well,” Micah suggested with a smile.
"Don't even think about trying to pick her up, Micah,” Bill warned.
"Why, who's her boyfriend?" asked Micah.
"She's got big dreams to be the next Taylor Swift or Carrie Underwood," Bill answered. "There's no room in those dreams for a semi-shaven Harley rider who thinks he's a badass."
“Thinks?” Micah said with a cocky smile.
"Seriously, Micah, I'm trying to save you the trouble," continued Bill. "The last thing on her mind is hooking up. She'll ignore you completely."
"You said she was singing tomorrow night?” Micah asked.
"Yeah,” Bill confirmed.
"Then I'll see you tomorrow night," replied Micah, as he drained the rest of his beer.
***
Delilah pulled on her denim shorts and buttoned them up. She adjusted them a little bit, so they weren't so tight. Then, she twirled around in front of the mirror. The shorts exposed most of her thighs, but they also covered up just the right amount of skin. They gave her a sexy look without degenerating into the slutty end of the beauty spectrum. God knew there were enough pigs in town that would love to have a taste of her goods. She had to look alluring enough to hold her audience's attention. Her voice would do the rest.
As for a shirt, Delilah decided to opt for a crop top. She knotted it at the bottom and exposed just a little bit of her stomach without revealing her navel. Again, just the right balance between exposure and concealment. She brushed back the locks of her golden hair and put on a wide brimmed cowboy hat to complete the look. On second thought, maybe the cowboy hat was a bit too much. She took it off again and looked herself up and down. Perfect.
As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, Delilah's mind drifted into sentimental territory. She was only 23; yet, she'd dedicated years to being a singer. She had the voice for it. Unfortunately, she could get so far entertaining people at birthday parties and at the bar on karaoke nights. Tonight could change all that. If the record company representatives Bill called actually showed up, she could start an actual career. She couldn't afford to mess it up.
Delilah shook herself at the thought. Of course she wouldn't mess it up. Her singing voice was beautiful. Everyone in town knew it. All she had to do was sing as exquisitely as she normally did and the record company people would know it, too. But, what if they weren't impressed? Delilah stopped herself again. It was just nervous jitters. Even so, tonight was her chance to make her dreams come true. Mom and Dad would be so proud.
Tears shone in Delilah's eyes. She imagined her parents as they stood beside her. Then again, they probably wouldn't like seeing their daughter dressed this way. The awkward fact brought a laugh to Delilah's mouth. She wiped away the tears in her eyes, as she looked herself over one more time. Outfit-wise, she was as ready as she'd
"I was asking how you were,” Micah clarified.
"I'm a small business owner, Micah," Bill reminded Micah bluntly. "If business is good, I'm good."
"Good to hear,” Micah answered. He raised his beer in a toast before he took another sip.
"What about you?” Bill asked. "What brings you to town, other than to collect your usury money?"
"I'm just here to visit some family," Micah replied. "The Club's given me a few days leave; so, I'll be in town for a little bit."
"Alright."
"Who’s the girl?” Micah asked, nodding towards the door.
"Oh, that's Delilah Carson," Bill answered. "She lives around here. She's got a hell of a singing voice, too."
"She sure looks like a hell of a girl,” replied Micah, suggestively.
"She's organized a gig here tomorrow night," Bill said. "You should come over and listen to her."
"Maybe you could introduce me to her, as well,” Micah suggested with a smile.
"Don't even think about trying to pick her up, Micah,” Bill warned.
"Why, who's her boyfriend?" asked Micah.
"She's got big dreams to be the next Taylor Swift or Carrie Underwood," Bill answered. "There's no room in those dreams for a semi-shaven Harley rider who thinks he's a badass."
“Thinks?” Micah said with a cocky smile.
"Seriously, Micah, I'm trying to save you the trouble," continued Bill. "The last thing on her mind is hooking up. She'll ignore you completely."
"You said she was singing tomorrow night?” Micah asked.
"Yeah,” Bill confirmed.
"Then I'll see you tomorrow night," replied Micah, as he drained the rest of his beer.
***
Delilah pulled on her denim shorts and buttoned them up. She adjusted them a little bit, so they weren't so tight. Then, she twirled around in front of the mirror. The shorts exposed most of her thighs, but they also covered up just the right amount of skin. They gave her a sexy look without degenerating into the slutty end of the beauty spectrum. God knew there were enough pigs in town that would love to have a taste of her goods. She had to look alluring enough to hold her audience's attention. Her voice would do the rest.
As for a shirt, Delilah decided to opt for a crop top. She knotted it at the bottom and exposed just a little bit of her stomach without revealing her navel. Again, just the right balance between exposure and concealment. She brushed back the locks of her golden hair and put on a wide brimmed cowboy hat to complete the look. On second thought, maybe the cowboy hat was a bit too much. She took it off again and looked herself up and down. Perfect.
As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, Delilah's mind drifted into sentimental territory. She was only 23; yet, she'd dedicated years to being a singer. She had the voice for it. Unfortunately, she could get so far entertaining people at birthday parties and at the bar on karaoke nights. Tonight could change all that. If the record company representatives Bill called actually showed up, she could start an actual career. She couldn't afford to mess it up.
Delilah shook herself at the thought. Of course she wouldn't mess it up. Her singing voice was beautiful. Everyone in town knew it. All she had to do was sing as exquisitely as she normally did and the record company people would know it, too. But, what if they weren't impressed? Delilah stopped herself again. It was just nervous jitters. Even so, tonight was her chance to make her dreams come true. Mom and Dad would be so proud.
Tears shone in Delilah's eyes. She imagined her parents as they stood beside her. Then again, they probably wouldn't like seeing their daughter dressed this way. The awkward fact brought a laugh to Delilah's mouth. She wiped away the tears in her eyes, as she looked herself over one more time. Outfit-wise, she was as ready as she'd
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