Daisy Duke Fanfiction #2

Commissioned by: anongreay

Written by: Danni Lynn

Date: August 30th, 2024

Word Count: 7,300 words

Synopsis: In an alternate universe where Pauline owns the Boar’s Nest, two city attorneys are in town to help Boss take over the Hazzard’s farm but not if Daisy has anything to say about it!

CW: NSFW, mature for sexual situations, language, nudity, mature themes, and harassment.

Note: Set in an alternate universe based on Dukes of Hazzard, 2005, by Warner Bros. (Note: all characters belong to Warner Bros. This piece is not for commercial use and is only a fanfiction piece.)

Series List: Daisy Duke Fanfiction #1, Daisy Duke Fanfiction #2, Daisy Duke Fanfiction #3

An alternative universe where Pauline owns the boar’s nest and two attorneys are in town to help Boss take over the Hazzard’s farm.

The boar’s head was full of locals escaping the midday August heat. The sticky tables were crowded as loud conversations filled the air. A Miranda Lambert song crackled over the speakers, adding a cozy girl-power vibe to the classic counrty bar.

Behind the bar, Pauline ran the show with a gentle hand. Her cooks were busy crafting homemade southern staples, her waitresses kept the drinks flowing, and she made conversation with her guests. As the lunch rush settled and everyone tucked into their food, she had a rare minute to catch her breath.

Pauline was dressed in a red buttoned shirt, dark jeans with a black leather belt, and a black cowboy hat. She pushed her brown hair back over her shoulders which made her turquoise earrings quiver.

It had been a good day so far. Her star waitress, Daisy Duke (who was like a daughter to her), was in the backroom getting ready to put on a show. The bar had a stage on the back wall with a curtain dividing the main room from the backroom. The stage made the bar a little crowded as the servers wove through the hungry crowd, but it was an alright place.

Perfect, she’d dare say. And it was all hers.

The bell at the front door rattled and a blast of sunlight from outside announced the arrival of two figures. A gust of dust and the ever-present smell of diesel swept into the room but the two folks coming in were not Hazzard County natives. Heck, they might’ve never stepped foot in north-western Georgia all their lives.

They walked in stride like a power duo. The man wore a fitted suit, had dark hair, and was of medium build. He wasn’t striking by any means, but he carried himself with confidence and by the rash of red skin on his neck and chin, he wasn’t used such a hot climate.

The woman next to him mines-well-have stepped out of one of those fancy fashion magazines, the kind of like you would see in New York City, London, or Paris. Her thin frame was a coat hanger made of small wrists, bony shoulders, and knobby knees only meant to display her sharp dress. She was beautiful, but seeing one so thin gave Pauline a twinge of sympathy. Hopefully she could give her a good warm meal to put some meat on those bones.

The woman towered over her partner who couldn’t be more than 5’8’’ with his shoes on and couldn’t weigh any more than 155 pounds soaking wet. He looked more pretty than the rugged types populating the bar. No one had ever looked so out of place, but she knew she could make anyone feel right at home. That was her forte, by the way. One-part southern charm, the other motherly instinct.

“Go ahead and take a seat, I’ll be with y’all in just a second,” Pauline hollered.

Samantha had told Dill to keep on driving when he had pulled into the bar’s gravel lot.

“If we keep driving and go back into town, there must be a normal place to get food!”

But no. Dill had said, “We’ve come this far from New York. We’ve got to try the local cuisine!” And to top it all off, Boss Hogg recommended the joint, despite having a few choice words for the staff and the woman who owned this place.

Dill and Samantha were in Hazzard to represent Boss in a mining case. They were the best attorneys money could buy and as a power couple, they were an unstoppable team. Boss had probably told them to come here to gather some intel on the locals’ opinions of the mining operations but even more so, one of the Dukes who owned the land Boss was trying to take supposedly worked here.

But seeing the state of the place and the stickiness of the floor, she decided she’d already seen enough to know no one of any use would be in a rundown place like this.

Dill flipped a handkerchief out of his pocket and used it to pull them out a set of chairs at a round table. He was a slight and ungainly kind of man. Attractive, because she wouldn’t be with anyone who wasn’t, but Samantha knew she was the prize in their relationship. Anyone who ever looked at them might wonder why such a beautiful woman was with this wimp of a man—and she was tempted to agree as he nervously sat down at the dirty table—but she knew he worshipped the ground she walked on, and he would never say “no” to her. Obedience like that was more precious than gold. And she was already rich, so it wasn’t like she needed his money either!

Pauline pulled out her notebook and pen and headed over to the new couple. The woman put her elbows on the table but then retreated with a scowl.

“You doing all right?” Pauline greeted. The pair looked up at her in confusion.

“We’re fine, do you have any scotch?” the man asked.

“A martini,” the woman requested.

Pauline smiled but she could already feel her cheeks tightening in the attempt to be civil. “How about a cold one and a coke for the lady?”

Luckily, the man understood that meant they didn’t serve their expensive liquors here.

“Fine.”

“Can I get you folks anything to eat?”

The man looked over his shoulder to a beefy group of well-muscled men sitting behind him. They dwarfed him in size and baskets of burgers, catfish, and fried green tomatoes filled the space between them. He wrinkled his nose.

“No thank you. Just a beer would be fine.”

“I’ll get those for you right away,” Pauline replied. “What’s the name for the order?”

“Samantha—”

“Dill.”

Samantha shot Dill a look of exasperation. Pauline chuckled.

“That’s alright… and you’re in luck! You’re just in time for our Daisy’s show.”

She turned back to the bar just as the woman dipped her head toward her partner but didn’t bother to lower her voice over the guffawing echoing around them.

“Yuck. I can’t wait to see some toothless hick try to hold a tune,” she whispered.

The man laughed and nudged her away. “Oh, behave yourself. We’ll go find somewhere better after this. I’m parched.”

Something hot licked the back of Pauline’s throat. A flicker of anger. Offense. She continued on to the bar, handed in her order, and marched straight into the back room. She never had much of a heart to deal with outsiders who thought they were better than anyone else. Maybe she could show them a good time, as long as they got what they deserved.

In the boar’s nest backroom, the one and only Daisy Duke was getting ready for her show.

Daisy was dressed in her favorite jean cut-off shorts, the fabric hanging on for dear life as she bent over and checked her makeup in the mirror of her vanity. Her blonde hair was twisted up into a bun and bandana for work and she still had on her white tank-top and apron.

As she reached to pull off her apron, Pauline burst into the room in an unusual tizzy.

“Pauline? What’s the matter?” Daisy asked. She tossed her apron aside and started to take down her hair and shook it out.

“Come look,” Pauline whisper-shouted. She waved Daisy over to the door.

Daisy looked around, her eyes bouncing from familiar face to familiar face, but Pauline grasped her chin and forced her to look at the front door where a stiff-looking out of town couple sat at a table the farthest away from everyone else.

“What blew them in?” Daisy asked.

“They’re bad news,” Pauline hissed. Her cheeks were pink. Daisy rarely saw her so worked up about anyone before. Or anything!

“What’d they do? Refuse your honey-drizzled cornbread?” Daisy teased.

Pauline gave her a meaningful look, unable to form an answer.

Pauline was the protective sort. She only got mad when someone insulted her home, business, or those closest to her. It looked like these swarmy characters must have struck all three by the way her jaw clenched.

“I want you to give them a good show. Show them what we’re made of,” Pauline asked. “Make that little lady jealous. Knock them down a few pegs, if you know what I mean.”

“I know just the thing,” Daisy said. A sly grin spread across Daisy’s face. Pauline blanched.

"Wait, I want you to do your normal show—just get back at them!”

“No, I think we need something special here for our special guests,” Daisy said. Their type was so obvious. Tight-ass city-suits who thought they could look down on the country-folk. “Stonewall.”

Daisy spun on her heels and stalked over to a chest of drawers sitting next to her vanity. Pauline followed, wringing her hands at the monster she’d unleashed.

“Oh no, not that,” Pauline said. “Daisy, I don’t know exactly what you’re thinking here but—”

“What, Pauline?” Daisy said. She pulled out a scarlet brassiere. The scant outfit was made of red lace and was the same outfit she used on Enos to save the Duke Farm.

“The boys have their big, bold, gravity defying secret weapons. So do I,” Daisy teased. She shook the tiny lingerie with a proud smile.

Pauline rolled her eyes. “Oh boy. What have I done. Daisy, you haven’t used that ungodly thing in over a year. I thought it was for emergencies only? Poor Enos still hasn’t recovered.”

“He’s fine, and this is an emergency! No one talks to my momma that way in my town and your bar.” She changed out of her tank top and put on the brassiere, leaning over to shimmy so her breasts settled into the cups, her cleavage overflowed and ballooned up to her neck.

Pauline put up her hands in defeat.

“For the record, I didn’t ask for this. I was thinking you could just show a little leg or something to them. Just a little surprise but not knock-them-dead!”

“Don’t you worry abut that. I’ve got my legs, hips—” Daisy popped each body part as she mentioned them. Her long, tan legs, her hips that added to the swell of her luscious curves, “—boobs—that boy is gonna get it all.” Daisy dropped her hands on her hips and thrust out her chest.

“Full-bodied!”

Pauline’s jaw dropped. She had seen this girl in all her forms but even she had to facepalm at the exquisite ridiculousness of it. Daisy was a beauty beyond compare but this couple really had no idea what was coming for them.

In her pose, Daisy’s chest practically overflowed to her collarbone. Her cleavage was a long, deep ravine of cream-colored flesh, nearly ready to burst from the confines of her pretty little outfit.

Pauline tried not to look too closely. This was for the stage and Daisy’s chosen target to ogle at. That man would be in her control within minutes!

“Honey, Lord have mercy. How does a man even think straight around those things?”

“They don’t,” Daisy countered. Pauline shook her head.

“Well, be careful out there. Don’t take a deep breath or you might hit yourself in the chin!”

“Har-har,” Daisy teased. She went back to her mirror and pulled out a bottle of baby oil. Daisy propped her foot up on a stool and squeezed a puddle of oil into her palm. She rubbed her hands together and began massaging the oil up and down the length of her shin, her long nails kneading into her soft skin.

What a man would pay to touch smooth skin like hers.

“Do you remember that wild horse you had back in the day?” Daisy asked. She put down her foot and propped up her other leg, bending over in her denim shorts and lingerie-clad glory. Her golden hair swooshed over her shoulders like a curtain.

“You were the only one who could ride him,” Pauline said. Daisy would spend all summer galloping that wild horse back and forth across Pauline’s farm. She was a wild creature.

Daisy rubbed the remaining oil across her gaping cleavage.

“If I could tame a stallion by the strength of my thighs,” she flexed for good measure, her thick thighs, curvy in all the right ways, “just imagine what I could do to a little city boy like that man out there.”

Daisy stood up and put the bottle away. She pulled on a pearl-snap shirt and tied it around her chest, giving her girls an extra boost. Beneath her chest, her abs were tight, and her waist was fully exposed. Next, she picked out a pair of red cowboy boots.

“He’s going to have a hard time keeping control of himself with these in his face,” Daisy said. She hugged herself, making her boobs pop.

“Sheesh, have some mercy, honey,” Pauline begged.

“Mercy? That’s sweet coming from you!” Daisy fixed Pauline with a hard look. “You were the one who taught me how to get out of detention back when Enos was our hall monitor in school!”

“Yeah… I sure did. Don’t forget that signature slooow Pauline leg cross I taught you. It’s a heartbreaker every time!”

Daisy laughed. She fluffed her hair and checked herself in the mirror one more time. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Still one of my favorites!”

Pauline beamed. “A classic. Well, you better get on out there. The lunch crowd’ll get anxious. I’ll introduce you, honey. Go get ‘em.”

Pauline went on stage as the lights dimmed and a surge of patrons, men and women, rushed to the stage.

“How y’all doing today?” Pauline hit them with a million-dollar smile. The crowd whooped and cheered.

“It’s Friday so ya’ll know what that means.”

“Daisy!” a man hollered.

“That’s right! She’s gotten more men out of jail than a bail bondsman. She has more curves than the back road to my farm. She can change your oil, cook your dinner, and make a man out of you in the same night.

“The pride of Hazzard, the cut-off filling, bikini top-busting, legs like a stallion, hips like an hourglass, and sweeter than a glass of my sweet tea…” The hollering reached peak pitch in anticipation. A band that had set up next to the stage began to play an opening sequence.

If Pauline squinted hard enough, she could just make out the two characters at the far end of the room, smirking in the darkness.

We’ll show them what a hot-blooded all-American hick can do, Pauline thought.

She raised her hand and gestured to the curtains with a sweep of her arm.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the one and only, Daisy Duke!”

Pauline backpedaled offstage and hurried to sit on her bar, the best seat in the house, as Daisy barreled through the curtains with as much subtly as The General.

Daisy moved like a woman on a mission. Stomping onto center stage, she struck a pose with the confidence of a Grecian statue—she knew her beauty and her audience recognized her timeless worth.

Daisy was anyone’s wet dream. The combination of her natural beauty, years working on the farm, and her sun kissed skin created a well-muscled and supple specimen in her little shirt and shorts.

A spotlight turned on and the light curved off her like little shimmers of gold.

In the distance, to Pauline’s pleasure, Samantha’s thin-lipped mouth dropped open, and Dill’s eyes widened into saucers.

How’s this for a “toothless hick?” Pauline thought.

The audience cheered and clamored for Daisy’s attention, but her eyes settled on her goal.

Placing her hands on her hips, she swaggered to the edge of the stage, one red-leather cowgirl bootstep after another. Her heels clip-clopped and she boldly stepped from the stage and onto a table, one of the many that just so lined up to make an impromptu catwalk.

With each step, her buxom chest bounced up and down as if they were a pair of gigantic yo-yos on a strong. Her shirt was fit to burst as it struggled to keep coverage.

As Daisy clomped from one table to the next—with the two attorneys table at the end—Samantha’s head whipped back and forth between Daisy and her partner.

“What kind of self-respecting woman would wear those gaudy things?” Samantha exclaimed. She knew Dill would never look at another woman but at this moment, her trust in him wavered as he gaped at Daisy and clutched the table edge in front of him as if he was hanging on for dear life.

“Those things look ridiculous on her.” Samantha was all too aware of her own small chest, her shoulders contorted as she became self-conscious. “I bet a shady local doctor did the job. Or some vet!”

Dill wasn’t listening. A sparkle of drool beaded his lip.

“Dill?!” Samantha yelped. She smacked his chest, and he finally came to, sparing Samantha a tiny glance.

“Don’t you think so? Look at that outfit. Flaunting yourself half-naked like that. How tacky.”

“Ah, yeah… right,” Dill murmured. His eyes were locked back on Daisy, now only just a few tables away.

Daisy was wilder than any teenage-fantasy Dill had envisioned in his youth. He desperately wished she would stop and come no farther and go back on stage with her taunting—delicious—body, but the drinks on their table sloshed as Daisy’s red boots stomped right in front of him, her entire body towering over him. She looked down at him, her eyes and nose only visible beyond the shelf of her breasts.

As she glared at the skinny bully, the entire room held its breath.

From Pauline’s view, the pathetic man shrunk into his seat, framed by Daisy’s powerful legs. Dill’s eyes painted up and down Daisy’s body, tracing over each curve, his face blanching as Samantha grew redder beside him.

“Good luck,” Pauline mouthed.

Daisy made her move. Dill’s attention snapped back to her as her boots squeaked and she put the toe of her boot on his forehead. She softly pushed him back from the table and into his seat. Samantha tittered; her mouth open in shock as she stared daggers at the both of them. Dill melted into his seat.

Daisy hopped off the table and inserted herself between the couple. She popped a hip and put a hand on her waist as she stared down Samantha. The smaller woman glanced around, trying to avoid looking directly at Daisy, but her curiosity drew her eyes to the dip of her collarbone and the long length of her cleavage—a shape she had never experienced.

Daisy’s hips, breasts, and ass were perfectly sculpted mounds of soft flesh, mixed in with the toned tightness of the rest of her body. She was taught, moldable, soft, tough… how could one woman be all those things?!

Samantha’s lip curled as she tried to lean away, torn between jealousy and rage.

“How dare you,” Samantha spat.

Daisy leaned onto Samantha’s chair, blocking Samantha’s view of the room with her very breasts.

“Excuse me darlin’, but I need to borrow your man for a bit,” Daisy cooed, ignoring Samantha’s expression. Daisy looked over her shoulder at Dill whose eyes were glued to her denim-clad ass. “If you can call him that…”

Samantha wasn’t listening. Her eyes were diving into the valley of Daisy’s dangling double prodigies. Her shirt stretched as her deep bronze skin threatened to spill out of the thin confines. A little red strap was visible on her shoulder.

“Oh my God,” Samantha whispered. “They’re real…” She couldn’t believe it!

Daisy barked a laugh. “What my momma gave me.” Daisy touched herself, pushing up her already prominent boobs. She looked pointedly at the dress hanging loosely from Samantha’s shoulders. “It looks like she gave me yours too.”

Samantha crossed her arms with a scowl. Daisy, smiling devilishly, turned away, hip checking the arm of Samantha’s seat, nearly throwing her out of her chair.

“Now you…” Daisy crooned. She turned to poor Dill next. Dill’s chest was already heaving and sweat dripped down his nose. Daisy stroked his silk tie, making him jolt at her touch. She wrapped her fingers around it and tugged him closer as if it were a leash.

“C’mere pretty boy.” Daisy pulled Dill out of his seat and toward the stage. The crowd parted as he stumbled behind her, helpless.

“Yes! Work him, Daisy!”

“Show him who’s boss!”

“Dill?!” Samantha shrieked.

As Daisy passed through the crowd, her eyes met a slack-jawed Enos. She gave him a wink and tickled his chin with her polished nails.

“Eyes up here, Enos.” He turned beet-red.

Dill stumbled behind Daisy’s long-legged stride, bewitched by the sway of her hips. She bounced up the stairs and back on stage. Pauline hurried over and set out a chair for Daisy’s newest victim.

Daisy pushed Dill into the chair. She circled him, her legs seeming to go on for miles. To Dill, this Southern Belle might not be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but she was unlike any woman he’d ever met. At 6-feet tall, Daisy dominated the room, carved out of muscle and spry as a spring morning. He wanted to sink through the chair and onto the floor in a puddle as she sized him up. No ounce of southern country-girl-kindness was left as her eyes narrowed and she finally sauntered up to him.

“Welcome to Hazzard, I’m Daisy,” she cooed. “Who’re you?”

“D-d-dill!”

Daisy turned to the audience. As she did, the band kicked up into the opening bars of a special, “These Boots are Made for Walking.”

“Hazzard, let’s give Dill a warm welcome!” Daisy yelled. The audience leapt to their feat with a mingle of shouts. Jeers started to twist into the air and applause broke out.

“Daisy, I… I need to get back to my seat. To my girlfriend—”

Daisy, putting on a headset, fixed her microphone and said,

“Dill, do I look like the kind of girl who cares what your girlfriend thinks?”

Dill whimpered. The crowd laughed.

Daisy shot the crowd a smile and began to sing, her voice melding into the live music effortlessly.

“You keep saying you got something for me…”

The audience roared. Daisy’s voice purred, teasing out the lyrics.

“In your dreams, maybe you do.”

Daisy flipped her hair and pointed at Dill.

“Now you’re looking right where I thought you’d be looking.”

She strutted right over to Dill, bouncing with the powerful heel-strike of a runway style walk. Her thighs and breasts trembled with each step, her golden skin rippling. She circled to the back of Dill’s chair and looped her leg over his shoulder, leaning over him and touching the red toe of her boot to his thigh.

“Long, tan legs make fools of boys like you.”

She dragged her fingers through his hair and yanked his head to the side, squishing his face against her soft inner thigh. Dill sputtered, his mouth opening like a fish gasping for water, voiceless, and hopelessly trapped.

“These boots are made for walking… And that’s just what they’ll do...”

Daisy retreated and dropped into his lap, kicking her legs over the side of the chair. Dill gasped, trying to shrink away from her.

“One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.”

Daisy sat up and turned over one shoulder to walk her fingers up his chest, enunciating each word.

“You want more than your eyes on me.”

Daisy flexed, enjoying the way his eyes locked on her and lifted her entire leg into the air before slowly bringing it back down to cross over her other in the legendary slow leg cross Pauline had taught her all those years ago.

Pauline’s heart puttered in her chest as she watched.

“That’s my girl!” she cheered.

“You’re just begging for a touch,” Daisy whispered along to the lyrics, putting Dill’s hands on her. She locked eyes with Samantha who looked fit to set on fire in her rage. Daisy smiled in her direction as Dill’s hands fumbled up and down her thighs.

The power in her influence was obvious over him. It filled her with excitement. While her prowess was an ability she was used to, she couldn’t help but feel the thrill of total, all-encompassing control.

Turning to sit face to face, Daisy straddled the poor man like a wild stallion.

He was a horse she was going to break.

“I got plenty more that you can’t handle…”

Daisy wrapped her legs around him and the back of the chair. She squeezed, trapping him in her powerful grip. Dill sputtered out his last puff of air as her thighs constricted.

What a beautiful way to die, Dill thought.

Daisy lifted one hand and quickly untied her shirt and pulled it over her head to release her beautiful—

“These big Double D’s are just a little too much!” she sang.

Dill’s entire body went rigid. He lost all control over his eyes, mouth, and body. Daisy’s large chest ballooned before his face, stretching out with a deep valley of cleavage. The tiny red brassier she wore attempted to squeeze her breasts into some sort of control, but the soft curves overflowed and filled out the lacy piece in a way that made it look unreal. How could such delicate fabric hold back the might of her bosom?

Daisy teased him, flexing just under his chin. Dill felt ready to bust, aching to reach out and touch her if his arms were not trapped under her powerful legs. If he could just lean forward to kiss them, to take her warm skin into his mouth…

He had never seen a bigger pair in his life. Not in any magazine or porno he snuck when Samantha wasn’t home… they were unreal.

Daisy cackled with bright laughter. She bebopped to the music, her breasts bouncing along to the beat.

“These boots are made for walking…”

The music took over and the audience escalated into a cheer. Daisy tapped Dill’s chest with a sympathetic groan.

“Aw, sweetie, your heart is practically jumping outta your chest…” She leaned close, tracing his jaw as she pressed her body against his. “You’re all mine, baby. Take this… or try your best to...” Daisy unwrapped one of her legs and lifted it up into a front split, except, she stretched upright until her shin rested on his shoulder in a display of powerful flexibility.

“And that’s just what they’ll do…”

Her leg flexed. Dill had stopped blinking at some point and only stared at her dumbly, totally lost in her influence.

It was too easy.

“Take it like a man,” she teased, skipping over the repeated lyric.

“One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.”

“Are you nervous?” Daisy asked. The words dripped off her lips. She put her leg back down and moved to slip her knee between his legs and rubbed her thigh up and down his. Dill sucked a breath through his teeth as she pressed up against his growing hardness.

“I know exactly what you want to do…” Daisy whispered.

Daisy leaned forward to unwrap her other leg from around his chair. Her breasts wobbled and suddenly the double d’s smacked Dill right in the face. His head snapped back.

“Ach!” Dill yelped.

Daisy giggled and stood up. She turned to the crowd.

“I’m the girl with the good ol boys, don’t mean you no harm.

“I get my way with Hazzard County charm

“Aint a crime in having a little fun!”

Daisy grasped Dills hands and pressed them to her hourglass hips as she swayed to the music. Daisy twisted, personifying the seductive lyrics within herself. Dill’s hands shook as he held onto her, trying not to give into the urge to pinch or squeeze. His cheeks heated up and he felt ready to fail under her power.

“Swerve my stride…

“Bat my sexy eyes…”

Daisy pulled up his hands and slapped them onto his chest. Every fiber in Dill’s being set themselves on fire.

“Where my boots at?”

“Mmmm…” Dill moaned. Dill descended into a state of disarray. The heavy breasts were freely in his hands, begging for him to do more than just touch.

Daisy leaned back, covering Dill’s hands with her own. She bit her bottom lip with a soft moan as Dill explored her. She did it slowly, knowing Samantha’s eyes were locked right on her. Dill got a little braver and tried to move closer but with a leap, Daisy was off him again and out of reach.

Daisy hurried over to the edge of the stage and swiped a patron’s cowboy hat.

“Strut ya stuff, come on!”

The entire room was on its feet. Pauline hopped up on top of her bar to get a view over all the waving hands and flickering lighters blocking her line of sight.

“Hey, yo; wanna see something?”

Fixing the hat on her head, Daisy sauntered back over to Dill. In one swift motion, Daisy kicked the bottom of the chair and knocked it backwards, Dill fell forward and crashed onto his knees. He looked up at Daisy, his eyes wide and sorrowful with lust.

The music slowed to a swanky beat.

Daisy saddled up to Dill, his face now mere inches from her toned stomach. Her hips swayed back and forth, and his head bobbed along like a charmed snake.

Daisy took an aggressive handful of his thick locks of hair. She dropped onto her knees and held up her chest so that the brassier brushed his chin. She briefly made eye contact with Dill, winked, and then thrust his face into the depths of her cleavage.

Without hesitation, his lips instantly began taking in every bit of soft flesh that he could. He suckled and kissed, enveloped in the pillowy softness of her skin. Daisy grasped him and held on tight. She let her head loll back and her hips rise as his entire face disappeared between her double d’s.

“Get in there, baby,” she crooned.

Dill came up for air and Daisy exposed the tender skin of her neck. Dill traced his lips up from the dip of her collarbone to under her jaw, eagerly wanting more.

“Can I get a hand clap, for the way I work my back?”

She held his tie like it was a bull rope in her other hand and started to grind her hips into his. Dill was fully in the palm of her hand and as she began slowly, he pressed himself against her, his length filling the space between her thighs. Dill whimpered into her neck as she picked up the pace.

Suddenly, as the music hit a pitch, Daisy flung Dill onto his back and stood over him, stomping the ground between his legs. Dill jolted, dazed from the sudden separation and near miss of his delicates.

Daisy laughed and walked over him until she was standing over his middle. She shook a finger.

“You keep thinking what you shouldn’t be thinking.

“You can beg with your knees on the ground…”

Daisy gyrated over him. The short cut-offs of her denim shorts flashed the crease of her ass and hinted at a little lace thong. Dill didn’t know where to look as she crouched down and pressed against him, her tan legs stretching out behind her.

Daisy straddled him and put all her weight on his groin. Dill propped himself up as if to reach her but she pushed him back down and sat on him.

“I’m still gonna send you back to her cryin’.”

Daisy whipped her cowboy hat in the air as if Dill was a bucking bronco. She grasped his tie like reigns and began to rock, grinding against him as if she was astride a stallion, making Dill twist and convulse beneath her. His dignity was gone. He was nearly spitting in pent-up frustration and his hands scrabbled uselessly against the stage floor. His back arched as her muscles rippled over him and his feet kicked as a shiver of full-blown arousal burned his insides.

“MMPPHMM, Daisy, please!” he begged.

Daisy burst into laughter. She rode him harder then stopped, letting him gasp for a moment.

“You’re going to have to last a little longer than that!” she chirped. Daisy undid his tie and pulled open his shirt, busting the buttons and tearing away his jacket. She slapped her hands on his chest and raked her nails down, eliciting shrieks of pleasure from her prey.

Daisy slowed down and braced herself against his straining pecs.

“My Auntie Pauline is sure gonna be proud.”

Daisy sat up once more and brought the cowboy hat to her chest. She reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, removing it and twirled it like a lasso. Her hat-covered breasts rocked dangerously side to side behind the not-big-enough brim and the bra richocheted into the crowd and landed right on Samantha’s head, a single cup covering her like a fancy hat. Samantha shrieked and threw it on the ground.

Daisy returned her attention to Dill.

“These boots are made for walking…”

Daisy traced Dill’s body as she softly rocked. She smirked, ready for the big finale.

“And that’s just what they’ll do.”

The band paused.

Daisy leaned down, whispering the last line and held the hat to the side as her naked breasts smooshed against Dill’s bare chest. The audience screamed as the hat blocked their view and Dill could only feel what was happening to him as her warm skin pressed against him, hiding the private details of her chest from sight.

Barely able to form a coherent thought in his mind, Dill didn’t care if Samantha was in the crowd. Hell, if anyone was in the room. All he wanted was the bewildering creature that was Daisy and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold onto himself under her spell.

Dill stared into her eyes, pleading for mercy. Daisy’s hair cascaded down and fell around his face, cocooning them into a private moment. Their noses touched and as his lips quivered, he could only see her pouty lips, getting closer and closer…

“One of these days these boots are gonna…

“Wall… all… over… you…”

Her voice was seductive, and her lips nearly grazed his as she spoke.

Above him, she was in power. She could feel his reactive warmth between her legs as he pressed desperately against her, straining for a more explicit touch. His heart was beating out of his chest and his eyes were locked on her lips.

Daisy could sit up now and laugh at the state she had put him in, but if she took it a little further, then she would get to truly feel him unravel.

Also, her kissing him on stage would be an image nasty Samantha would never forget.

It would be the perfect revenge.

“Screw it,” Daisy thought. She let the last bit of distance close between them and allowed her lips to fall onto his. Dill instantly accepted her, hungrily, like a man parched of thirst but before he could gain any control, Daisy opened her mouth and jammed her tongue into his. She forced him to dance and take her all in as they made out. Her nails tightened on his skin and her hips pressed down on him, his quivering dick firmly right where it should be… if they had been in another place, another time, and it wasn’t an asshole she was straddling.

Daisy’s kiss wasn’t so much a kiss as it was a display of dominance. She was overwhelmed as Dill began to whimper. His eyes shot open, and he started to struggle beneath her passion. Daisy hummed, smearing her lips across his with one final smack. Clamping the hat to her chest, Daisy sat up to admire her artwork and wiped her lips with a grimace.

It was all a farce. Dill lay there like an exhausted, defeated bull after a rodeo with Daisy’s lipstick smeared across his lips like an emblazoned scarlet letter.

The band kicked into the outro and Daisy bounded up and belted triumphantly over her fallen victim,

“C’mon, Boots!”

The crowd leapt up for a standing ovation. Daisy took a bow, one hand flourishing as the other held onto the hat. She turned to leave but went over to Dill one last time. The rhythm of “These Boots are Made for Walking” played and Daisy put a red cowboy boot on Dill’s groin and quickly walked over him, stepping on his chest as she passed. She wiped her boots on the floor and with her back to the audience, flung her hat back to the man she had borrowed it from.

The audience leapt for the hat like it was a bouquet and Daisy, now showed off her muscular back as the sides of her double d’s stuck out and, bounced, as she walked away and pushed through the curtains with a dramatic sweep.

Once the band accepted a round of applause and everyone had returned to their drinks, Samantha stomped up to stand over Dill on stage. She was a poor stand in for the robust beauty Daisy had just displayed and her entire body vibrated with anger. Dill lay there prone, covered in lipstick, bronzer, and body oil. His hair was a mess, and his eyes rolled back in his head as Samantha’s eyes bored into him.

Samantha bent down and dragged him back to their table. Once she threw him into his seat, she tore into him.

“Did you enjoy the show?” she asked through clenched teeth.

Dill hung his head, blinking as his old reality returned to him.

“I—”

Samantha slapped him across the face, the contact echoing across the bar.

“What is the matter with you?!” Samantha began. “It’s bad enough we’re down here but now I have to watch you make out with some redneck barmaid? You kissed her, Dill, you kissed her!”

Dill’s head snapped up. “She kissed me. She practically assaulted me!”

“Oh, grow a pair!” Samantha snapped. “You could have stopped her if you wanted to.”

“No! Oh, God, she was so strong… it was like getting dry humped by a linebacker with nice legs. I was terrified for my life up there!”

“You didn’t look terrified with your entire face buried in her…her…chest!” Samantha stuck her chest out and mockingly held her hands two-feet in front of her. “You seemed so eager to get out of there!

“And you think she has nice legs?! My friends were right about you! You sleazy—”

“That’s not what I meant! She made me do all that. She put my hands on those… things!”

“You didn’t have to squeeze them!”

“I didn’t!” Dill wailed. He didn’t know how to get out of this down-spiraling conversation. How could he make things better?

 “You did! You think I couldn’t see your little hands pinching and squeezing those massive things? Did that make you feel like a real man? Diddling those gaudy udders?”

“Sam, it’s not what you think,” Dill pleaded.

“Don’t ‘Sam,’ me,” Samantha was nowhere near losing steam. She was known to hold a courtroom in her very hand. One little man wasn’t going to exhaust her, nor treat her this way.

“I can’t even look at you right now. I’m going back to the hotel and don’t even bother coming with me. Got get your own room. I’m not sharing another inch with you for the rest of the time we’re here.”

Samantha grabbed Daisy’s bra.

“You think you can embarrass me like that? Don’t forget to give Miss Big Double D’s—” she shimmied her chest at him, “her fucking bra back!” She threw the massive cups at Dill and stomped away.

“The size of that thing!” she fumed. She stalked outside and slammed the bar door shut behind her.

Daisy and Pauline watched this all unfold from the backroom door. Pauline high-fived Daisy and gave her a hug.

Daisy was still in her cutoffs and boots and had put on a skin-tight ribbed tank top.

“Ready for phase two?” Daisy asked.

“You betcha.”

Dill’s hands shook as he tried to take a sip of his beer. He didn’t see Daisy approach him from behind as he sat, dejected, at his table.

“She looked pretty upset,” she said.

Dill sputtered and slammed down his drink.

 “You think? That was all on purpose, wasn’t it?”

“Boy, nothing gets past you,” Daisy quipped.

“What do you want?” he groaned. He didn’t want to deal with this minx anymore. He should have known better…

 “I came over here to get my bra back.” Daisy held her hand out for it. Dill forgot he had still been holding onto it in his free hand.

“But as a woman, I can tell you the look on her face means you’re in for some serious consequences…”

Dill grimaced.

Daisy smirked and put her hand down. “I’ll tell you what, sweetie. You just keep that as a little souvenir. It’s going to be as close as you’ll get to touching a woman for a long, long time.”

“Wow, thanks,” he muttered.

“Also, there’s a big race in town so you might have to sleep in your car tonight. All the hotels are booked full.”

“This just keeps getting better…” Dill put Daisy’s bra on the table and tried to pull up a weak smile. He was an attorney; he was good at convincing people to listen to him… And he has—or had—a hot girlfriend like Samantha. He was good at shooting above his station. “Don’t suppose you’ve got an extra room around here? Maybe we could finish what we started?”

Daisy raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?” She bent down to his eye level, her massive chest hanging in front of him once again. “Is that what you want? Tangled up with these legs in my farmhouse bedroom ‘till the sun comes up? Then you can fall asleep on my big soft pillows you seemed to like so much ‘till you hear the rooster crow.” She smirked. “It’d be my greatest challenge but I’m sure I could make a man out of someone like… you.” Daisy glanced down at the renewing bulge in his pants.

“How bout I give you a little help with that?” she asked. She pointed at her intention with her eyes as a shy smile played across her lips.

“Oh, baby, I would love that,” Dill said. His eyes were stuck in the depth of her cleavage. Daisy grinned and looked over his shoulder.  

 “Pauline?” Daisy said. Pauline appeared beside Dill and dumped a pitcher of ice water into his lap.

“OOH!” Dill yelped at the stinging cold. The entire Boar’s Nest erupted with laughter. Pauline and Daisy clung to each other with tears in their eyes and Dill tried to shake the ice out of his lap.

 “I hope you enjoyed my little show, Dill,” Daisy said. She stepped between his legs and lifted her arms over her head, giving her hips a little twirl. “You better take a real long look ‘cause I have a pretty good guess that there is not a body like this anywhere outside of Hazzard County.” Daisy ran a hand down her curves. Dill was leaning forward, already hypnotized by her again.

Daisy popped a hip into his face and knocked him out of his chair. As Dill sprawled out on the floor, Daisy fluttered her fingers at him, threw an arm around Pauline, and walked away.

 “See you around, pretty boy.”

“Byeeee!”