” Well Fleur lets get this party started like ya said. yeee-aaah!”
“Ya damn show off. Are they even real boobies?” She said, chewing on a nut, unimpressed.
Even Billy Bob was like “Damn Dude! “
Grabbing a can of body spray from the trailer and spraying Larry down with it.
Larry finished dealing the cards passing out the final set of cards to each of the players. with Billy Bob snickering at Larry and grinning at Fleur wondering what she was gonna ante.
“I didn’t know mullets were still in fashion. Billy Rae Cyrus done got rid of his. But with his daughter, I’m surprised he’s got any hair at all.” Fleur said, toying with her beer bottle.
He began to look at his cards with a wry grin.Larry was quite distracted by the blond shaking her chest. She seemed to have taken an intrest in Larrys back hair and had begun braiding it. She was quite drunk.After he heard Fleur’s comment regarding his hair Billy Bob thought it was a compliment.” Well yes it has taken me many years to grow it to what it is now. It’s retro. ”
He then began pouring shots of shine for each of them out of the cask he had. It came from the special still he kept running periodically. It was after all a special occasion. He didnt often have a party like this.
Checking her cards, she squealed as she had three 3.’s. Her eyes darted to Billy Bob, who was bringing over some of his own back yard moon shine for them to try. Apparently, he had his own backyard still. Fleur sniffed it warily, then asked.
“Is this eighty percent pure? I bet it could strip the paint off Blondie’s nails.”
Larry and the blond each seemed to be preoccupied but Larry did manage to throw his socks off.
Once again luckily Billy Bob had the spray can handy and hit him up heavily with it.
Fleur grabbed her shot and downed it fast, trying to stop herself from being sick. This game went from being somewhat sexy, to totally horrific. She grabbed a second shot and downed it, as Blondie squeaked, when someone offered to use a weed whacker to help free her from Larry.
“1 in the fucking morning!” she snarled, climbing out of bed. Not caring that her hair was a mess and she was in a tank top and a skimpy pair of boy shorts, she stomped out of her trailer and up the road to where she could see a roaring fire in Billy Bob’s yard. There were drunk and naked or half naked people running around creating all kinds of noise and she was outraged.
She found Billy Bob and company in the backyard, apparently playing strip poker. And would wonders never cease? There was Ms Fleur, Trailer Park Queen of the Year.
Rolling up her imaginary sleeves, she stomped her way toward the little group, observing what looked like a deformed gorilla and a crooked titty bimbo engaged in a game of “Scratch My Back Hair & I’ll Scratch Yours”.
“Do you have any fucking idea what the fuck time it is?” Della snapped, catching everyone’s attention. “I don’t know what the hell you do for a living, but I have a fucking time trial tomorrow and I need my sleep. So tone that shit down or I’m calling the cops!”
It was about at that time that Della came in yelling..“Do you have any fucking idea what the fuck time it is? “I don’t know what the hell you do for a living, but I have a fucking time trial tomorrow and I need my sleep. So tone that shit down or I’m calling the cops!” Billy Bob quickly responded to the situation by saying..” So sorry. Were just having a lil fun. We will try and keep it down.”
Grinning he poured them all another glass of shine. Larry seemed a bit detached having lost a lot of back hair in the process of the removal from the blond’s hand to hair.
Billy Bob was wondering if Della would stay or head out.
Shortly after all heard a resounding yell from Larry.. OOOOOWWWWW!
In no time at all, she was back to sleep.
“Ooo that sounds painful. Blazing balls Blondie, are you ripping off his skin too. You got blood all over your fingers.”Sure enough, the Blonde in her mad effort to get free of Larry’s chest hair was ripping up his back something fierce. Fleur tried to get to her feet, as the sight of his hair…the blood…Blondie’s mismatched boobies, was making her feel sick.
“Had a great time, Billy Bob…but now…now I think I’m going to go…be sick. Have a nice..*hic*…night.”
Now..Fleur didn’t really take the short way home. No sir, she took the long way…and on that way, she was sicker than a woman that just ate 2 dozen raw bad eggs. Fleur doesn’t remember exactly where she threw up…but it was in the window of someone’s car. It had a letter box near it….number…9. God help them when they get up early for their time trials.
Thankfully, after wiping her mouth and staggering a bit further, she found her trailer, and promptly fell asleep in the kiddy pool just outside the door. Luckily…it was empty.
The blond bombshell was all over him before long having washed herself off. Still topless she had lost her shirt somewhere in the yard. they went in the trailer supposedly “to find” a new one. Before long the trailer was shaking and moans were hard coming from the inside of the trailer.
She was a loud one. Next thing in the morning all he could remember was her ass in his face and how hard they rocked the trailer.