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Why Own An Earp?	By : justheretoread Category: S through Z > Wynonna Earp Views: 5446 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Wynonna walked back to the bar. She was bored. Tonight was the Lilith’s Garden’s big open. And the closest Wynonna Earp came to action so far was keeping Champ Hardy and his friends out. They were probably at Pussy Willow’s shit talking the “leather clad Earp bitch” right now. Wynonna just threatened to “crush your balls in my tiny little hands and make you squeal like a castrated piggy all the way home” and the 3 men left.
“God damn who knew working in a bondage bar would be boring? Whiskey, baby girl.”
“Doc said no drinking on shift, Wynonna. Besides, it’s not that bad. Looks like your kind of heaven. Half the guys here want to crawl at your feet and worship you. Hell Perry passed me a card for you.”
“And half the girls want to be bent over this counter with Peacemaker shoved deep inside them.” She took the card Waverly and sigh. “Perry? Wasn’t he a hockey jock? I thought Doc was catering to more upscale clients. What is he on Sports Illustrated covers now?” She looked over at the dark hair man sipping a scotch. He looked nice. The card had his number on front and the back was some weird sex list. “And what’s with the different colors?”
“He said it was his list of limits, green means yes, yellow means maybe and red means no. And more like Forbes.” Waverly was shocked at her sister’s lack of reaction. Then she saw the other Earp’s eyes wandering between the poker game in the middle and a table in the back. “You know, list of people with enough cash to buy the entire town and replace the entire population with unicorns.
“Wy, Wy, you’re ok.” Wavery was now concerned.
“Yea, yea, he owns a unicorn farm. He’s not really my type. What’s the big deal?”
“Just that I mentioned unicorns and you didn’t take the opportunity to bring up what you saw down in the basement. Hell Wynonna, I mentioned ponies last night at dinner and you couldn’t let it slide. And your type is human who doesn’t wig you out. You’re crushing hard.”
Wynonna scoffed at that. “Me? No. I don’t do relationships baby girl. You know that. Hell, I banged a different guy each day this week.”
“You’ve banged Dolls Monday, Wednesday and Friday and Doc the rest. For you that’s exclusive.” The younger Earp cut off Wynonna’s response. “And Eliza doesn’t count Wy. That was a threesome with Dolls still there.” Waverly left her sister as another customer came up for a drink.
Wynonna returned to scoping out the room. She was surprised. Only half the clients were dressed up in leather. A few more extreme subs barely wore any clothes at all (one blonde wore a belt as her bra). But the majority of clients wouldn’t look out of place at any high end club. The older Earp herself just wore leather pants and a jacket with a black top. Her cleavage was on full display underneath some fishnet.
Wynonna noticed a couple enter. An older blonde in a floral dressed sat down walked up to the bar as her guest took a seat. The bouncer felt a familiarity to the new comer but couldn’t place her. She went full out on the dominatrix outfit. She took off a red leather jacket to reveal a white leather vest and pants. She had a whip attached to her belt already. Wynonna walked around the bar trying to place her. It was hard. She was going through a list of everyone she knew with a goth phase. The woman had black face paint around her eyes like some sort of demonic possession.
“Hey, I think it’s time for your break.” Wynonna turned and saw Dolls right behind her. The Marshall left the booth he was holed up in all night. Wynonna smiled. She turned to Doc to make sure he noticed.
“Hey Doc, I’m taking a break. You’ll be ok without me for a few?” She walked outside before he could even answer. But she wiggled her ass a bit for Doc (or anyone else paying attention).
Once outside Wynonna grabbed Dolls’ collar and pulled him down. The two made out for a few minutes before he pushed her off. “Wynonna, we need to talk.”
“O, we can talk when we get home. Now come on, I think we can get a quickie behind the store before Doc comes looking.” Wynonna led the agent out back.
“That’s what I’m talking about. We have to get you back to the homestead now.”
“You know, it’s hard to tell when you’re serious if your face never changes. What’s wrong Dolls? I thought you said you’ll let me have this job. Is Perry making you jealous?”
Dolls moved back a few inches. “Who? No. Constance Clootie just walked in.” Wynonna had no reaction. “Bobo’s lawyer. I told you this was a bad idea. Doc probably somehow connected to him.”
“Yea and Officer Haught is his right hand man. Relax, Doc’s on the level. Trust me. That old cougar in there just wants to show off that hot little dom she bought in.” Wynonna looked back at him.
“And she just so happened to walk into the bar the witness against her client is working in?” Dolls wasn’t buying that.
“It’s a small town and Pussy Willows doesn’t seem like her type, you know? Is big bad Bobo going send his lawyer? I don’t think that little girl with her is a secret ninja hitman. Relax big guy.” She turned and entered the bar.
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Waverly was still at the bar serving drinks. Rosita was right next to her. “Don’t look now but a sexy top who looks just your type just entered.”
Waverly rolled her eyes and smiled at the newcomer’s direction. “Hey there baby. I thought you were working? Or is that a new uniform? I don’t think Nedley could pull it off.” Nicole Haught just smiled. The black police uniform was something the department tried last summer but decided against. She figured Waverly will add “sexy police officer” to her list soon enough.
“Nedley asked me to check the new place out. It was kinda hilarious actually. He blushed while giving me a lecture on how a ‘good police officer and sheriff blend in with the common man and have a drink with them. It makes them feel safer and more willing to communicate if the situation comes for it.’ And then he just kinda spluttered when I asked if I should bring my whip.”
“So what’s your poison?” Rosita asked.
“Um, Sumbacca and Bailey’s Irish cream.”
Rosita smiled and looked straight at Waverly. “So, you like slippery nipples do you?” She quickly poured the drink. “First one’s on the house. 3^rd best nipple you’ll taste tonight.”
Waverly blushed at that. She was pulled away to other end of the bar by a few more orders. She returned to a worse conversation going on. “But yea Officer, if you want to use any of the rooms after hours just ask. Waverly been eying the sybian since we dragged it in.” Rosita saw the question forming on Nicole’s face. “Don’t worry, we clean all toys after the clients are done.”
“Well that must be a terrible job” Nicole stated. She was starting to wonder about the appeal of this place.
“Meh, just part of this line of work. Besides, I’ll whether know they were washed here than not. I’ve had way too many partners shocked to find out you got to clean your toys after play time. That’s worse than a college bar’s bathroom on Saint Paddy’s Day.” Her eyes guided around the room. “Hey, did a local sneak in while your sister sucked that hot chocolate off out back?”
“Wy did what?” Waverly saw Dolls come in before looking around.
“Nevermind. He looks more like he was blown off than blown. So what’s the story between those two?”
“Um, nothing really. You know Wynonna. Always getting into some kinda trouble.” Waverly was getting used to that vague response when people asked about the federal agents.
“Sounds like a fun story after a few cocktails.” Her eyes again caught a strange sight. “Hey Waves, who is that kid? Should we even be serving him?”
Waverly finally saw who Rosita was talking about. “O, that’s Tucker Gardner. He’s rich as hell. The Gardners were one of the town’s founders.” She looked him up and down. “Guess he didn’t get the dress code.”
“Baby, he’s dressed for a high school party he wasn’t invited to.”
Waverly tried not to crack up at her girlfriend’s joke. It was true, but Tucker’s money made it impolite to say it. She walked over to him to take his order. “So, what can I get you?”
“Whiskey. Best you have. And cherry coke. And maybe you can bring it into one of those private rooms?”
Waverly rolled her eyes. She hated this part of bartending. “Sorry Tucker, you need an appointment for the rooms. They’re booked for tonight. And Rosita will need the names of both parties using it for insurance and liability reasons. But I’ll be right back with your drink.” Waverly hurried back to the bar.
She checked to make sure Tucker was checking out some other girl before grabbing the Jack Daniels. “Sorry, Wynonna, but I’m not murdering anything better than this.” She quickly poured the drink. “Hey baby, if I’m not back in 5 minutes come save me”. Waverly kissed Nicole’s cheek. Nicole smiled and pulled Waverly in for a deeper kiss. Usually she avoided PDA in public. But Nedley told her it was best to blend into the locals to gain their trust. The officer doubted the sheriff had this in mind, but she was in Lilith’s Garden.
“Wow, now that’s a tip.” Waverly blushed as she returned to Tucker’s table. She placed the drink down. “Here you are, Tucker.”
Tucker grabbed the drink. “Do all customers get that type of treatment? Or was that just a show you put so I’ll give a bigger tip?”
“No, Officer Haught’s my girlfriend Tucker.” Waverly turned and left.
All hell broke loose. A flash went off behind Waverly Earp and Tucker screamed as his head hit the table. “No cameras allowed, shit stain. And no perving on my little sister either. Only Haught can do that.”
“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, put me down, ow, do you want to hear from lawyers?” Around them the entire bar was emptying. Wynonna Saw Doc talking to irate customers. Looks like Tucker Gardner wasn’t the only one pulling the lawyer card. Wynonna flipped through Tucker’s phone to delete any from the bar. That’s when she saw them.
“What the fuck, shit face? Isn’t Jessica still in high school? And Rhea? Officer Haught, get your ass over here with handcuffs. Not the pink fluffy ones you use on Waverly either.”
“I, I can explain. It’s not what you think. I’m taking a photography class in college.”
“Yea, and what assignment is this for? I don’t think underage upskirts were on the syllabus. You have the right to remain silent.” As Nicole started reading him his rights Wynonna walked over to her boss and Rosita. Someone was going be blamed for this. And that meant her.
“So, whats up, Doc?” She was ready to be fired. At least Dolls will be happy.
“Rosita and I were just discussing the situation at hand. That was quick action on your part. That phone could doom us all. But that smart phone of his was probably hooked up to a cloud. Our clients pay a lot of money for anonymity.”
“Yea, no one wants their boardroom to know what they do in the bedroom. That could make the whole week awkward.” Wynonna’s sass was on autopilot. How wasn’t she fired?
Rosita spoke up. “Yea, but all the husbands not here with their wives have more to explain. Plus some of their wives. Divorce lawyers must be licking their chops. Do you know where this Tucker lives? Types like him like to store their evidence on a hard drive.” Doc gave her a look. “I’m not suggesting we do anything illegal like break in and steal the files. Not with a cop in a room and some secret agents stalking our bouncer.” Wynonna then followed Doc’s look. “What, not like they’re subtle about it.”
Wynonna saw Dolls in the corner keeping an eye on everything as always. He looked just as annoyed as earlier. Fuck it, she knew how to fix things. She made for the exit. “Where we’re going?” The Marshall was beside her before she made it to her bike.
“You’re not going anywhere. Stay here. What, don’t you want to know if the peeping tom is working for Bobo? Or Russia?” She saw worry in his face. “Don’t worry, I just need to blow off some steam. I’ll probably be back at the homestead before you. If not, I’ll be at the Gardner’s house, totally safe. They spend more in security than you make in a decade.” She leaded in for a quick kiss to Dolls before revving her Harley. “Thanks again, Curtis. God I love this thing.” She rode towards the Gardner mansion, peacemaker tucked in her saddlebag. She didn’t see Mercedes in years.
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