Katalina was the best hostess in town. She ran a saloon where men could fill their fancy of her and others like her, drink to their heart's content, and pass out later on. It was heaven, and when I was sometimes tuckered out from the day's events, I often times found myself here.
"Who's your friend?" she asked with that raised eyebrow of admiration at Sam. She passed him a drink. "On the house, handsome."
"Kat knows people," I told Sam. "She might be able to help find who you're looking for."
"Got a request, huh?" Her smile was a real turn-on. She had those lips that men wanted to touch, and be touched with. Her hair was a mass of curly blond ringlets pulled back to show off her rosy cheeks. When she turned to grab me a drink, I could only stare at her revealing top. "Don't I recognize you from somewhere?" she asked, peering over her shoulder at Sam. She filled a glass to the brim and brought it over, her gate adding a nice bounce to an overly ripened bosom.
"Well, he was with me at one point," I said.
"Helping a fugitive?" Kat leaned across the countertop. "Risky." She ran her tongue across the top of the glass before sliding it toward me. "I like."
Beside me, I could hear Sam chuckle. "I take it you two pay back favors in bed."
"That'd be a trick." Kat pulled back and made herself a drink. She gulped it down in one swallow. Impressive. "You couldn't catch Azri without his coat if life depended on it. He's stuck to it. Believe me," she winked, "I've tried."
(Photoshop, figure painted from scratch with added photo textures for details)