Daisy Duke Fanfiction #3
Commissioned by: anongreay
Written by: Danni Lynn
Date: October 8th, 2024
Word Count: 5,000 words
Synopsis: Daisy needs to convince the attorney, Dill, to help expose Boss Hogg’s evil plans.
CW: NSFW, mature for sexual situations, language, nudity, mature themes, and harassment.
Note: Set in an alternate universe based on Dukes of Hazzard, 2005, by Warner Bros. (Note: all characters belong to Warner Bros. This piece is not for commercial use and is only a fanfiction piece.)
Series List: Daisy Duke Fanfiction #1, Daisy Duke Fanfiction #2, Daisy Duke Fanfiction #3
NSFW Content: Due to the rated-R content in this piece, the entire, uncensored story can be found HERE on my Wix website for 18+ readers only. A SFW sneak peek can be read here on Squarespace.
The day of the 70th annual Hazzard Road Rally had finally arrived.
Hundreds of visitors and tourists had spent the last few days piling into the small northwestern Georgia town, booking up every hotel within 30-miles. At the local race track, checkered flags lined the route and a huge inflatable tire sat over the race’s start, arching over the cars as they passed through at increasing speeds.
Tents and food vendors skirted the track and long lines of stadium-style bleachers lining the finish line. The seats bent under the weight of their eager spectators. A few cars passed by on some unknown lap and drew a raucous cheer from the crowd.
The excitement of the day was contagious. Daisy Duke, just arriving on the scene after making sure the roads coming into town were clear for her cousin’s arrival from Atlanta, was making a b-line for the crowd near the finish line.
Standing between a funnel-cake truck and a lemonade stand was none-other than Dill, one of the swarmy lawyers from New York City. Despite how their last meeting went, Daisy now knew all about Dill and Samantha’s motives for being in Hazzard County. She and Pauline had originally thought they were here to visit for the race—maybe—but after discovering how they were helping Boss in his attempt to take the Duke farm, she now had a bone to pick with the loser.
Dressed in a skimpy leather vest with nothing under it, her tiny-denim-shorts, and wearing her hair down, Daisy strutted over to Dill. Her arms hung languidly at her sides as she strolled as if she simultaneously had all the time in the world but was still on an important mission with the way her boot-heels struck the asphalt and her luscious, sun-tanned thighs jiggled with each step. If Pauline was here, she would proudly tease her girl about releasing her “runway” style walk on the public, but Daisy was well aware of its power. She needed every ounce of her prowess if she was going to make sure the Duke farm, her family, and friends were going to be safe at the end of the day. There was too much riding on this moment!
Dill was nursing a syrupy paper cup of sweet tea. His suit was wrinkled, and his hair was mussed from several nights of bad sleep since Samantha had kicked him out of their shared hotel room. He was about to take a sip when Daisy stepped into view, swaying in all her heart-stopping glory. Dill involuntarily crunched his cup in his hands and the sweet tea splattered his suit jacket and white button up shirt.
The sweet tea splashed on the ground, but Dill stood rooted to the spot. Half of him was screaming to run away at the sight of the seductress, but the other half was ashamedly stuck staring like some dumb schoolboy.
What could that crazy woman want with him now? Hadn’t she tortured him enough?!
Daisy came to a stop within arm’s length. Her sweet peachy-body cream and the smell of her hairspray was intoxicating in her nearness. Not in overapplying but in memories: her leaning over him, her legs spread wide as she pressed his face to her chest. When she laid on him on that stage and made him feel her all over… His heart nearly stopped at the thought.
“Hey, Pill,” Daisy said.
Dill flinched. “It’s… Dill…”
She flashed a bright-white smile. She traced a hand through her hair and flicked her golden locks back over her shoulder.
“Whatever,” Daisy mused. “Are you enjoying the race? Who’s winning?”
“I—I haven’t seen much of it…” Dill motioned to look over his shoulder, but his eyes were locked on Daisy. He was already so easily under her influence. He was shocked he managed more than only grunt at her question.
“Well, I need to talk to you,” Daisy said. She folded her arms and popped a hip, enjoying the way he focused on the bulge of her natural breasts. Her double D’s smooshed into a valley of soft skin, nearly busting out of her small top. Daisy smiled, watching her desired effect wash over Dill.
He weakly nodded, his lips contorting into different twists and little, “oh’s,” as he tried to speak. His voice wouldn’t work and all he could think of was her touch on his body. The lack of warmth he had felt all week, and how bad he wanted to go back to that horrifically embarrassing time on stage if it meant being with her again.
To be honest, he didn’t have much to look forward to in his life anymore. He was just stuck in this wretched place until the court case was over. Things couldn’t get much worse, could they? He was already at rock bottom and Samantha was sure to take over any amount of pay they received after the trial. She wouldn’t let him touch a dime as he had “nearly ruined us!” as she had screamed the other day. Ruined them in their personal lives, work, and by their reputation.
“Daisy, I’ll come with you,” Dill managed. Take me back, he thought. “I’m glad to see you again. I knew I’d run into you…”
Daisy looked him up and down and smirked. “Sure. And my favorite fashion is frumpy-just-out-of-bed.” She reached out and took his wet tie. She wrapped her fingers around the silk and was sure to graze her fingernails against his chest. She leaned close, her lip-gloss-covered lips pouting with want.
“Follow me,” she whispered.
Dill nodded. His feet moved first and he stumbled as she started to drag him, just like she did back when the first met. His tie was the leash, and he was the wiling participant, begging for scraps.
Maybe this time she wanted to be with him. Was she going to apologize to him for how she treated him? Maybe she was shy and didn’t want to do so in front of a lot of people. He had the feeling she liked to look strong in front of everyone.
Daisy pulled him over to the back of the bleachers. Dill shivered. He knew he didn’t want to get mistreated again. He didn’t deserve that treatment. But as Daisy lifted one boot and stepped over the railing at the back of the bleachers, her thighs flexing taut, he couldn’t not follow. How could he resist?
Daisy pulled Dill under the bleachers and wove through the metal poles and supports keeping the entire system together. Above them, audience members stomped and clapped as little bits of popcorn fell through and a Snickers wrapper fluttered in the air from one of the top rows only to be crunched under Daisy’s boot. Daisy kept looking up, her hair fluttering over her shoulders as she did so. Once she found a spot she liked, she stopped.
“Dill, I have to say I was unhappy with the way you treated my friends at the bar the other day.” Daisy pouted. She turned to him and traced her fingers through his messy hair. She stepped close to him and met him nose to nose, her big auburn eyes searing gaps of yearning into his soul.
“W-what did you n-need to t-talk to me about?” Dill sputtered. He was suddenly very aware of the sitcky sweet tea on his shirt and the state of his dress. He should have been more careful. Maybe he had a chance with Daisy but now would only squander it because he wasn’t up to her expectations.
“Hmm,” Daisy hummed.
… to be continued!