She wanted to feel his cock deep inside her. It was all she could think about. She would kick open the door, rip of his pants and stroke his cock until it grew hard. Then she would take it deep in her mouth as she fondled his balls. She would have him right there on his desk, push him onto his back and mount him. Her pussy dripping wet and glistening would slide down the full length of his cock until he filled her.

Her strides grew quicker as she moved with purpose. He was seated behind a large desk when she threw open the door. It startled him, she could see.

“Well, Darlene Dawkins… to what do I owe the pleasure?”

This wasn’t the man she wanted to see.

“Randall Carver. The Sherriff hasn’t fired you yet?” she spat out in disgust.

Just seeing the fat, hairy man made her run red with anger. He was as stupid and lazy as he was fat and corrupt. And she had no use of him.

“Now why on earth would he do a thing like that? I’m his best deputy,” he said as he crept around the desk, moving in too close for her comfort. She could smell the stink of whiskey on his breath, but at least it managed to somewhat hide the stench of his halitosis.

“Tough competition between Old Man Jenkins, you and the kid, is it?”

His laugh was more of a snort and coupled with his squat upturned nose it instantly made her think of one of her more untidy pigs. “You better watch yerself, little missy. Them big titties ain’t enough to keep you outta trouble ‘round here.” His hand slid up to her face and he tried to pull her in for a kiss, but before he could even touch her, Darlene lanced out with a sharp punch to his massive belly. He bent over double, gasping and spitting. Drool flew out and coated his massive, unkempt beard and she thought for a moment that he might vomit.

“You bitch! Yer gonna learn yer lesson one day. And I’m gonna be the one to teach it to ya. You and all yer little whores on that ranch of yours.” Carver balled up a fist like he was going to take a swing, but before he could, he was interrupted.

“Now Deputy Carver, is that any way to treat a lady?” She knew the voice instantly. It was deep and rich and as sweet as honey.

She turned to face him, “Sherriff Harper, you seem to have arrived just in time. Any longer and I fear someone may have gotten hurt.” It was clear from her tone she that she was in no fear for her own safety.

“Randall, why don’t you go on and knock off for the day, I think I’ve got things handled here.”

“Alright, Sherriff,” Carver said, still wheezing slightly as he limped out of the door clutching his stomach.

When the door closed behind him Darlene asked “Seriously, Dan, why do you keep him around?”

“His daddy owns the biggest chunk of land in the county, and just happens to be town mayor as well. I got no choice but to keep his dumbass son around.” The Sherriff took off his hat and sat it on the desk beside him. “But you know all that, and you keep askin’ me.” He leaned back on the desk, his arms bracing him as his butt rested on the edge. “Somehow I don’t think you rode all this way to give me a hard time about Randall Carver?”

The fat deputy had derailed her train of thought and put her off her intended purpose, but the sight of the sheriff was all it took to totally eradicate the unpleasant altercation from her mind. She moved forward, swift and smooth as a cat and latched her hand firmly onto the front of his pants. “To be honest,” she said softly, “I had other things on my mind.”