"We have to invest all our money in the bar," Jordan said as she looked across the table at her family. They met at the local diner for breakfast. Now, they all looked at Jordan as if she had lost her mind.
"It is a dump." Sherry shook her head. "Five regulars come every night. They drink the same three beers, then they leave. Everyone else comes because there is nothing else to do around here."
"Exactly!" Jordan nodded. "There is nothing out here. The movie theater is always three weeks behind in the latest movies; the internet connection out here is slower than molasses, and the teenagers do everything they can to get caught just for some excitement."
All of them nodded. The town was small and old fashioned; the nearest thing to excitement was over three hours away.
"So, what are your thoughts?" Jordan's father asked.
"Well, I have enough of my emergency money, and some other accounts I can use which will make all your lenders happy. They won't come after your horses; they won't try to take Sherry's house." Jordan nodded as she ate some of her breakfast.
"But?" Her mother looked at her.
"We won't have much of anything left afterward. I mean, next to nothing. If we don't have some income coming into our banks within two to three months tops, we will have to file for bankruptcy. After that, we will have to think about downsizing and moving in with each other." Jordan looked over the table at Sherry. "All of us."
"Whew," all of them said as they all sat back in their chairs, each of them thinking about moving into one house. Sherry had the two kids as well as a handful of pets. The thought of everybody under one roof was not a pleasant one.
"Well, you're the smart one of the group," her father said, breaking the silence. "What do you want us to do?"
In the next three hours, the family got all their affairs into order. Most of the bank managers were surprised to see them come in all together settling everything that they had owed. After they had dealt with everything, they all went to the bar.
"I told you. It's a dump. The water only works at the bar and the ladies' room. The ceiling tiles, as well as the roof, needs to be replaced. The dance floor…," Sherry began to say before Jordan held up her hand.
"We get it. The place needs a lot of work," Jordan nodded.
"That's putting it lightly," Sherry reiterated.
They stood around looking at everything in complete silence. Then, Jordan's father started laughing.
"Remember when Bill first bought this land?"
Their mother started laughing. "It used to be a slaughterhouse the family that owned it moved, and Bill bought it for half the asking price. The place smelled to high heaven," she laughed. Their father sat on one of the stools.
"That didn't bother Bill any. He came into this place, grabbed a bucket and some wash cloths, and began cleaning. After two days it still smelled. He called everybody in town, told them to bring hammers and all the tools they could carry."
"Sherry, you were just turning two," her mother said walking over to her husband with a smile on her face. She placed a hand on his shoulder. If Sherry was two, it meant Jordan hadn't been born yet.
"Well, everyone came alright, and all of us just started tearing into the old place. It took us two weeks to get it all down. Over that time, people would come in just for the hell of it, or, if they had a bad day, they would come here with hammers and start banging away. Even when they had arguments at home, they came here and just started beating on the walls. Finally, all of it was gone. The whole building was nothing but pieces."
"Then, he started building. Townspeople came with wood, others with nails, sheet metal, piece by piece, brick by brick, people came." Her father nodded. "Until," he smiled as he looked around, "this."
"If we get started, people will help. We forgot what a place like this means to a town like ours," her mother nodded. "People used to come here not to drink, but to talk, have fun, let the worries of the week wash away. When Bill passed away, all of us stopped coming." She looked down into the eyes of her husband. "They will come again."
They all sat around and began to formulate a plan for the renovations which would start in the morning. Jordan was the last one to leave, as she had some thoughts on what to do with the layout.
"Thought I would find you here," a voice broke the silence.
Jordan rolled her eyes as she looked over her shoulder at Rick who stood a few feet away from her. "We have nothing to talk about," she said as she turned back to her drawing.
"Cole had no business telling you what I did with my parent's money. They gave it to me, not to him!" Rick shouted.
"Right. I know enough about your parents to know they would have wanted you to do the right thing with it. They would have wanted you to invest it or do something relevant with the money. The last thing they would've wanted was you to put yourself into debt by buying a house you can't afford. A truck that you're behind on payments. And traveling to see me, first class, how many times?" Jordan roared back at him.
"You have no business prying into my affairs," Rick yelled at her.
"Your affairs aren't that private! Everyone knows about the broke sheriff of the town!" Jordan shouted back at him with disgust.
"Fine." Rick shook his head and threw up his arms. "I don't know why I waste my time with you anyway," he said as he walked out of the bar, slamming the door behind him.
Jordan took a deep breath. She felt better about the upcoming days. She had sorted most of her family's problems into smaller manageable portions.
The morning came fast, and Jordan looked over at her father as they pulled into the parking lot of the bar. A huge smile appeared on their faces when they saw most of the town had shown up.
Trucks filled with tools of all kinds filled every inch of the parking lot. Kids ran back and forth, and someone had set up a table with all sorts of food and drinks.
"Your mom started making phone calls last night. Any reason is good enough for everybody together," Cole laughed.
"I am surprised." Jordan smiled as she walked through the crowd of people.
"When do we get to break stuff?" a young boy asked.
"Soon Daniel," Sherry smiled. "This is your aunt. Aunt Jordie."
"Nice to meet you finally Daniel," Jordan smiled. The young boy smiled and hid behind his mother. Jordan nodded knowing it would take him time to get used to her.
"I already took the liberty of disconnecting the water and the electricity," a tall man dressed in a black shirt and jeans said as he approached Jordan, "So, whenever you're ready," he smiled.
"Thank you, Ethan," Jordan said as she took the sledgehammer away from him.
Jordan turned to face the crowd, "Thank you all for showing up, it means a lot to us," she said as she looked at her mother and father. "We look forward to having you all show up here after it is done."
Everybody clapped as she took a few steps back. "In memory of Bill!" someone shouted.
"To Bill!" the crowd roared.
Jordan swung the sledgehammer as hard as she could. It hit one of the pillars that held up the outcropping over the door; it gave a little, then fell to the ground.
"Now, can we break stuff?" Daniel asked.
"Break away!" Jordan yelled.
The large crowd began to hammer and tear away at the building. Some went inside. Others worked from the outside. Jordan mingled with everybody. She saw Rick standing by his truck.
"Just came to make sure no one starts a fight," he said as she looked at him.
"Thanks," she nodded.
What had taken the community weeks to do those few years back, took this group just under eight hours to accomplish. The building had been leveled. People used the back of their trucks to haul off most of the rubble.
"That was fun," Daniel said covered in broken pieces of wood and dirt.
"Let's go home and get you cleaned up," Sherry smiled.
"Can we do it again tomorrow?" Daniel asked as they walked away.
Jordan smiled as she looked at the large, open clearing that had once been a bar. "I will bring over some of my co-workers tomorrow, so we can get started on getting the bigger parts of the debris. As well as making sure everything is level," Ethan smiled.
"Thank you again, Ethan, I don't think it would have gone as smoothly without you being here," Jordan admitted.
Ethan was one of the construction contractors for the town and most of the small cities around. "Well I have a lot of paying jobs coming up, but I am glad to help out," he smiled as he hopped into his truck.
"Glad to help out," Rick said in a mocking voice from the corner of the parking lot, holding a beer can.
"Shut it." Jordan turned to face him. "I thought you left."
"I did. Then I came back," he shrugged. "I am the Sherriff, and I am allowed to come and go as I please."
"Are you authorized to drink while you're on duty?" Jordan asked, eyeing the beer can.
"You don't have to a bitch all of the time. I came to make sure everything had been hauled away. All of this loose stuff laying around is a potential fire hazard," Rick said.
"It will be all gone by the morning. Ethan and his coworkers will take care of it. Sir," Jordan said with sarcasm in her voice as she walked towards her truck.
"It better be!" Rick yelled at her, some of the remaining people looked at him. "Or I will cite you for littering!"
"Asshole," Jordan said as she got down from her truck, she started throwing some of the smaller pieces into the back. Others began to help her, some even put some of it in the trunks of their cars.
Rick disappeared in a cloud of dust, spinning his tires as he left. "Should've never slept with that fucker," Jordan said.
"Could've told you that," a young lady said, "Throwing this stuff away is more fulfilling."
"And it lasts longer," another woman laughed.
Jordan stayed most of the evening, running back and forth from the dump site, with some of the women she had gotten to know. Together they made a huge dent in the pile of rubble that was left.
"Let's call it a night," she smiled, as they all nodded at each other.
#"So I have good news and bad news," Ethan said as she greeted him in the morning.
"Good news," Jordan said.
"The ground is level, and the foundation is solid. The underwater plumbing will not be a problem."
"Bad news," Sherry said.
"Bill never owned this property. Not full out, anyway," Ethan said handing over some papers. "He owned the building, but not the land it sat on."
"Shit!" Jordan yelled.
"What does that mean?" Sherry looked at them confused.
"We can't build anything on here," Jordan said.
Ethan nodded. "Not until you own it."
"Who owns it?" Jordan asked.
"As of seven this morning, me," Rick said coming from behind one of the parked dumpster trucks.
"That was the other bad news," Ethan said.
"You're joking?" Jordan shook her head.
"No. I looked into it yesterday, and had some money tied up in my house, and voila," Rick said waving some papers back and forth.
"I think I will build a man-cave or a shooting range." Rick laughed as he walked past them.
"Don't be a prick all your life," Jordan said.
"Not that he has much of one now," Sherry laughed.
"I am on duty," Rick said, pointing to his badge.
"Well stop being a--" Jordan began to say before Ethan covered her mouth.
"Thank you, Officer," Ethan nodded.
Rick got into his truck and drove away.
"A fat, pig-headed, pig-nosed, one-minute-lasting, fuck wad!" Jordan yelled at the vehicle as it left.
"Well I am glad you got that out," Ethan smiled.
"What do we do now?" Sherry asked.
"Nothing until you own this property," Ethan shrugged.
"I'll get it from him," Jordan sighed.
"Legally own it," Ethan shouted to her as she got into her truck.
"I can be a good girl," Jordan smiled as she put her truck into gear.
"There might be someone that could get you what you want. He knows Rick better than anybody," Ethan said before she pulled away.
"I know who you are talking about," Jordan said with a smile.
Mike Nornam used to be Rick's best friend throughout high school. That was until he became Jordan's first everything.
Mike now owned the only custom mechanic shop in town. As she pulled up, she saw his large black truck with its custom wheels and chrome pipes.
"You know, if you're going to keep looking at it, I can set you up on a date with its owner," Mike said.
"Just admiring the handiwork, that's all," Jordan smiled.
"Looking good as ever," Mike said.
Jordan looked him over, the man before her was different than the young man she had left. Before he was just another country boy that loved his trucks and taking girls' virginity. Now, he had died his hair black and was covered with tattoos all over. He stood there in black jeans and a black shirt that was tight against his muscular frame.
"I need a favor," Jordan began.
"Oh, watch it. Favors never come cheap," Mike said as he opened the door to his office.
"It's about Rick," Jordan smiled, looking back.
"Ah, now that's my favorite subject," Mike said sitting back in his black office chair. There was no love lost between the two and word was Mike had something on the sheriff that made him untouchable.
Jordan told him her situation. Mike looked at her and laughed. "I can get that back for you."
"Thank you," Jordan smiled.
"Ah, I didn't say it would be for free." Mike shook his head. Jordan stared down at him. "Come back after I close. We can sort out what you can do for payment. If you catch my drift."
Jordan looked at him as his eyes stared at her chest. "Still the horndog, I see." She shook her head and stormed out of the building.
#
"No way!" Sherry yelled at her sister.
Jordan had driven to Sherry's house and told her what she had done. "That motherfucker has slept with nearly every woman in town, and he has caused half as many break ups. No fucking way!"
"Shh," Jordan said trying to quiet her loud sister. "You got a better idea?"
They were outside in the garage. Sherry looked around and picked up a baseball bat.
"We are not going to beat up a sheriff, Sherry!"
Two of the other women Jordan had befriended pulled up to the garage.
"We just heard about Rick," Claudia said as she stepped out of her car.
"Tell them," Sherry said.
"Tell us what?" Mary asked.
Jordan filled them in on her idea. They both looked at her.
"Are you out of your fucking mind?" Mary asked. She was a tall brunette; she had long legs and was married to the youngest doctor in town. "You know he tapes everything? And I mean everything."
"Well, we are out of options," Jordan shrugged.
"Not mine," Sherry said still holding her bat.
"Definitely not!" Claudia said. She was the timid blonde of the group.
"I don't like it either. We need those papers from Rick, who is the Sheriff, unless we go with Sherry's plan, and end up in jail. We need Mike, and since I am the single one here, it's up to me. Unless there is another plan?" They had no argument there.
All of the women knew getting the land back from Rick would not be easy. Mike was their only non-violent option, especially since Ethan was only available for a short amount of time.
Jordan nodded, then walked to her truck. She knew what she had to do after going home for a little bit, mainly to shower and clean herself up.
Jordan drove within a few meters of Mike's store. She waited until everyone had left and the street lights went out. "Not like you haven't done anything questionable before," she said to herself in the rear view mirror.
"Didn't think you were going to show," Mike said as he turned around. He was closing the back garage gate when she coughed to let him know she was there.
"Let's get this over with," Jordan said as she ducked under the roller gate.
"Now, now. This doesn't have to be like that. I never said what I wanted," Mike said with a devilish smile.
"I know how you are, and I have heard enough to know exactly what you want." Jordan turned on her heels. "So, let's just get on with it. And no taping. I mean it."
"No idea what you are talking about," Mike smiled.
"If you tape me, I swear I will wrap one of those chrome pipes you love so much around your head!"
"Same old Jordie," Mike laughed as he opened the door to his office.
"Recorders?" Jordan said looking over the room; she could see the small black cameras everywhere.
"They are just there for the clients. Some of them change their mind on what they want. It's for business." He smiled as he hit a few buttons on a remote.
"Right," Jordan nodded.
Mike sat back in his seat and smiled. Jordan nodded as she tied her hair back. She got down on her knees in front of him. She unzipped his pants and took out his dick. He wasn't as big or as thick as Rick. A thought went through her head which made her smile.
"That's it. If you enjoy it, then it will be good for both of us," Mike smiled.
"I just remembered the first time I did this," Jordan smiled as she took his dick into her mouth. Mike had shot his load the moment her mouth had touch the tip of his cock.
"That won't happen again," Mike said as he watched Jordan bounce her head up and down on his cock. "Damn, you have gotten good at this," he said as he slid back in his chair.
"Just keep quiet and let me think of someone else," Jordan said as she thought of one of her favorite actors.
Jordan bobbed her up and down faster and faster. She loved the feeling of a nice sized cock in her mouth. She got into it as she wrapped her lips tightly around him.
As he got close to cumming, she grabbed and squeezed his balls.
"That's it Jordie. Fucking suck it!" he squirmed in his seat.
Jordan smiled as she licked the shaft. "Say it," she smiled.
"I will get you what you want. Now fucking finish!" Mike said as looked down at Jordan.
Jordan wrapped her lips around him again and took him down to the base of his cock. He shot his load into her mouth. She closed her eyes tightly as she swallowed.
"There," Jordan said as she stood up.
"Damn. I am going to have to find a way for you to want a favor again," Mike said, pulling up his pants.
"Not going to happen," Jordan said wiping her mouth. She wouldn't admit it, but she did enjoy the feel of his cum going down her throat.
"Hey Rick," Mike said as he called his old friend, "I just had an interesting conversation with Jordan Matthews. Yeah, that's her. We were talking about her opening Bill's old place. She said she wasn't going to be able to that anymore. Do you know anything about that?"
Mike sat back in his chair and put his boots on the table. "I see," he nodded. "Well, I was looking forward to having a place to hang and chill. You know the Davey boys, and I would appreciate it if you let her have that property."
The Davey boys, as the brothers Laney and Danny were called, were the sons to David Davey, the owner of the only slaughterhouse and one of the deer processing centers in town. There were enough rumors throughout the town that said if you ever crossed them you ended up as being processed and fed to their pigs.
"Thanks, Bud. I will call Laney and have him pick it up since he lives out your way," Mike laughed. He hung up the phone as he looked over at Jordan. "There you go. Was that so bad?"
"No, it wasn't. I meant what I said if I see one tape," Jordan looked back at him as she left.
#
Jordan laid in her bed, still feeling the rush and euphoria of what she had done. She reached under her bed and grabbed her toy box. Jordan slipped out of her clothes. She took her favorite toy out and slid it down her body.
A quiet, gentle moan escaped her mouth as she slipped it inside her. She turned it on. The low buzzing sound filled the room. She turned it back off fearing that her parents down the hall would hear it.
Jordan increased the pace, slamming her toy in and out of her as she squeezed one of her enormous tits. Another, louder moan escaped her lips. She pulled the pillow from behind her head and put it over her face as she fucked herself with her toy. Her body finally gave in as an orgasm racked her body. She slowed the pace down as she slowly came down from her high.
"Damn, I need to get my own place," she said as she put her toy away.
The next morning went smoothly. Mike dropped off the papers to the bank and had them turn the ownership over to Jordan. Jordan picked up the new papers and brought them to Ethan. Ethan smiled ear to ear.
"This is good news, but there is one hang up," Ethan said as he looked at the women. "One of those jobs I talked about needs my attention right away."
They all looked at him angrily, but they understood. "I can leave three of my men here with you. They will do most of the heavy lifting, as well as make sure everything is up to code, but they will need your help to get it done."
The women nodded. They already knew they would have to put in some of the work themselve,s so this wasn't a problem.
When they drove over to the site, they noticed that the men had already gotten started as they saw a giant machine lifting a large amount of wood off of a semi truck.
"Name is Ashley.