Monday Flash Fiction: Western, Sci-Fi, Bodice Ripper genre mash

[READ THE TITLE AGAIN. “BODICE RIPPER.” YOU’VE BEEN WARNED.]

Sabrina stomped in to the old, worn-out building, her boots thumping on the creaky, wooden floor. There was dust everywhere. On a bad day, she loathed this place. On a good day, she still loathed it but remembered that it at least put food on her sons’ plates and a dilapidated roof over their heads.

She walked to her makeshift desk and sat down, tired from the walk over in the heat, and thought for the hundredth time what a sorry excuse for a sheriff’s office this was.

She noticed Tex out of the corner of her eye, always watchful. He brought over a tin cup of steaming coffee.

“Thank you,” she said to him, smirking.

“What?” he asked, his right eye bugging out of his head. He always tried to hide it with his wide-brimmed hat.

“You’re all right — for an android.” Sabrina guffawed at her own joke.

“How many times have you used that goddamned joke?” Tex said, annoyed. He had been around humans so long that he mimicked them perfectly. Sabrina had to admit that was an excellent reason to have him as her partner.

“It’s still funny,” she said, drinking her coffee, which was so thick she was sure she would grow hair on her chest.

Then her eyes dropped to Tex’s pants. Whoever created him had had a great sense of humor, or had given him a WMD to make the ladies salivate. She bit her lip.

God, he was hot, she thought. I haven’t been laid in so long, I would even do an android.

Tex cleared his throat loudly, and Sabrina looked up; she had known him too long to be embarrassed. She had been told that most androids has been programmed to satisfy humans’ physical needs. But she wouldn’t go there, literally or figuratively.

“Sabrina! Tex!”

Sabrina rolled her eyes at the sheriff’s voice. He waddled over to her desk.

“Whattaya got for us, Sheriff?” Tex asked.

Sabrina was too busy ogling the man the Sheriff had with him to pay attention. She automatically smoothed her glossy, black hair.

The stranger was blond with blue eyes, a rarity for these parts where almost everyone had black hair and eyes, even the androids.

“This is Austin,” the Sheriff said.

Sabrina stood and extended her hand. “Hi,” she said.

Austin looked her over slowly, and appeared somewhat alarmed. “Ma’am,” he inclined his head, shaking her hand.

“She’s got that body because she used to bellydance back on Mars, where she’s from,” the Sheriff explained while laughing and coughing at the same time. He always gave her hell for being the only woman in his employ.

‘Really,” Austin said. “You’re from Mars?”

“Yes,” she answered. “My kids were born there.”

“What are you doin’ back here on Earth?” Austin asked, perplexed.

“Long story,” Sabrina said, tipping her head toward Austin. She didn’t know him well enough to fill him in.

But hell, his pants were certainly more than enough filled in, she thought, chuckling to herself.

“What’s he doing here?” Tex asked, annoyed at the banter, as usual.

Why is it so hot in here? Sabrina thought, loosening her shirt collar.

The Sheriff’s lips were moving, but Sabrina only noticed Austin’s form-fitted shirt that hugged his muscled chest. She wanted to push him on the ground and ride him like a horse —

“Wait a minute,” Tex was saying, and Sabrina was brought back to reality at the sound of his deep voice. “He’s her partner now?”

Wait. What?

“No, he’s just going to work with her until he’s trained enough to be on duty with someone else, the sheriff explained.

“Can’t he work with someone else now?” Tex asked.

What was Tex’s problem?

“Sabrina’s been here the longest — “

Sabrina clicked her tongue at Tex in acknowledgement of the sheriff’s statement.

“– and, frankly, she’s our best shot in case he gets in trouble.”

That was the reason she had been hired a few days after she had walked off the spaceship from Mars. Shooting was the one thing she could do well besides bellydancing.

“We need more hires and they’re difficult to find,” the Sheriff said. “He’ll hang with Sabrina for a few days —”

Huh, she thought, chuckling, he said hang.

“— and she’ll teach ‘im the ropes.”

“Damn straight I will,” she said aloud this time.

Tex looked at her and shook his head in frustration.

“Fine then,” Sabrina said, impatient. “Come on Austin, I’ll show you around.”

They left Tex at Sabrina’s desk, and she almost felt sorry for him.

“What’s Mars like?” Austin asked as they walked around the place.

“Hot,” Sabrina said. “And beautiful.”

“Not many people come back from there, you know, after The Event.”

“Yeah.” She looked at him just in time to see his eyes lift from her chest. “Where are you from? Down south, I would guess by the accent?”

Austin chuckled. “Yeah, something like that.”

She stopped abruptly and put her hand against a door, letting him run into her. She breathed in his man smell. He didn’t seem to mind.

“This,” she said, “is just a storage room. We keep the firearms down that hall,” she inclined her head.

She opened the door, revealing a dark room with no windows. She turned on a small light, and again, Austin ran into her, hitting her back and grasping her hips to stabilize himself.

Unable to control herself, Sabrina placed both her hands on his, holding them against her hips.

She wasn’t sure if he had been expecting something like this, but he didn’t miss a beat. He turned her around and pulled him against her, crushing his mouth against hers.

“God, you’re hot,” he told her.

“Shut up,” she said.

He grabbed both of her breasts through her shirt, them fumbled to unbutton it, tossing it impatiently to the ground. She reached around his body and grabbed his firm ass.

“Take me right here,” she told him.

He obliged.

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