Tag: Vivienne Hawlsy

T’wouldn’t be gentlemanly to say so though.

She mighta knowed, she was a wise lady, she prolly knowed lots she don’t say. A lady does preside at her most presumptious in silence.

She nodded, and the thought of waiting for two hours did not diminish her grin. After that, they got to chitchatting about the places they been and the places they might go. Vivienne liked talking to Buck without getting paid for it, and Buck talked more than he usually did when they were alone together.
But all that while, what lingered in Buck’s mind was not to seem like a horny barbarian, even though he admiredta fuck. He weren’t blowing smoke ’bout liking Vivienne and talking to her and watching movies with her, all that, that was true. But he also liked fucking her. She took dick like a champion. She’d prolly at least give him a handjob on the bus, if they could get a seat in the back.
T’wouldn’t be gentlemanly to say so though.
Not wanting to be horny, Buck excused hisself to go into the police station. Vivienne had gotta go pack up her thangs anyway. Buck ain’t tell her why he went to the police station. She mighta knowed, she was a wise lady, she prolly knowed lots she don’t say. A lady does preside at her most presumptious in silence. Pastor Turnip said that, Buck dunno what it means, but he liked it.

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Sometimes, Vivienne wished she was a man.

Like the presumably brawling whores at Lipsweet, the silence was a problem she felt compelled to solve.

A long pause lay between them. Vivienne’s mind whirred, attempting to come up with something to say. Like the presumably brawling whores at Lipsweet, the silence was a problem she felt compelled to solve. Did Buck expect an apology? Was Buck going to hit on her? Did she want to go along with either of those things? Vivienne pursed her lips, and she avoided looking at Buck until she could avoid no more. She looked up.
Then she realized Buck didn’t feel that way. Buck was sitting there, solid and confident. He didn’t bother himself with the silence. He let it wash over him, he basked in it, he saw no need to fill it with supportive nothings.
Sometimes, Vivienne wished she was a man.

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Buck found it difficult to pay attention to women’s words sometimes. He liked women, he liked Regina specifically, but goddamn could she talk. And about nothing!

But nothing can and nothing did come from nothing. Regina did not mend her speech.

He brought it upstairs to Regina’s room, while Regina bubbled on and on about whatever girlish shit she was into. Buck found it difficult to pay attention to women’s words sometimes. He liked women, he liked Regina specifically, but goddamn could she talk. And about nothing! But nothing can and nothing did come from nothing. Regina did not mend her speech.
When they got in the room though, Regina mentioned Vivienne, and that at last was something worth talking about. She chugged most of her Sweetlips Sour in a few seconds as she talked shit about Vivienne.

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she don’t slap like a girl, she punches like a woman.

“Come not between a dragon and her wrath, bitch!” Vivienne said with a powerful wallop.

“Come not between a dragon and her wrath, bitch!” Vivienne said with a powerful wallop — she don’t slap like a girl, she punches like a woman. She walloped Ebonette right in her fool face, knocked that bitch out cold. She landed like a rejected potato, while Vivienne launched a second fist straight for September.
The distance was too far for Vivienne to aim that punch though, and she only glancingly connected with September’s shoulder. September’s eyes bugged out, and she growled at Vivienne. They both feinted for each other, but Vivienne missed entirely while September grabbed a wad of Vivienne’s hair.
And then that was it, the fight was over because Johnny Redcob arrived.
He jumped into the room with a bark and a smack, and he commanded attention like only a man can. “Hey!” He gave no command, but he did his bouncer jujitsu or maybe the Native American equivalent, but it somehow separated September and Vivienne before either of them knew it had happened. He was good at that. This was not the first escort brawl he had broken up.

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Vivienne did not like being treated like a piece of meat, even a fancy piece of meat

She liked it when men competed to compliment her, and she liked that Greg didn’t say what he was likely thinking of next

She liked it when men competed to compliment her, and she liked that Greg didn’t say what he was likely thinking of next — something about eating her pussy, cuz it tastes so sweet and all — Greg was the kind of roughneck who would think that was alluring. Vivienne did not like being treated like a piece of meat, even a fancy piece of meat, and she appreciated that Greg kept it to himself.

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Every Inch a King

At the brothel Lipsweet, Vivienne rules as queen, and the many roughnecks who come through are her subjects… But when her position is threatened, Vivienne finds herself on the outs, while the men around her must see to their own needs. Whether at the local jail, in a dusty backroom or in a dirty motel, these macho alphas will have to take matters into their own hands!

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