Night had fallen and Amy Cooper was pretty sure she’d be overwhelmed with customers as soon as the Silver Bullet opened. Well, overwhelmed was a bit much…Harker Hill, Nevada, boasted a population of less than a fifty souls. And a good portion of them were under the legal drinking age. While she didn’t count herself among the living souls of Harker Hill, she still counted herself as their prime source…their only source…for alcohol within the city limits and the best source of a good fuck for the men in town, married or otherwise. And, if she thought about it, the occasional woman looking for some variety in her life. She’d learned a long time ago the secret to keeping them all happy was giving them good booze, a good time in bed, and complete and total discretion. There’d been more than one man who’d crossed her sheets that went home to his wife, hopefully happier, if just for that night. All that attention to the men, with booze or sex, paid off for Amy.
