Rosy is a young woman who works at a biker apparel shop called Biker Appeal, which was next door to a Harley-Davidson shop. She loves her job, gives her a rush whether it's the sound of motorcycles running or the scent of freshly shipped new leather jackets that come in the shop by way of the mail. She even set up displays for perfume, cologne, and lip balm. She wears three hats at the shop: cashier, manager, and associate.
She gets excited when she works around motorcycles and leather clothing. Rosy not only loves her job at the shop, she's also gets inspired by creating sketches of leather lingerie and sexy clothes for women. She wants to be a lingerie designer one day, so she can design sexy lingerie for biker chicks and biker babes at heart.
Early one afternoon, Rosy had set up a front window display for this perfume called Biker Mama, which smelled of leather and roses. She then heard a sound of a motorcycle entering the parking lot of the shop. As soon as she finished setting up the display, she stood by the door waiting for someone to come into the shop as the footsteps grew closer to the building. There came in a tall, well-built man, wearing a slightly torn black leather jacket, dark blue v-neck t-shirt, dark stonewash jeans, and black sneakers.
She said to him, "Welcome to Biker Appeal. My name's Rosy. How may I help you today?"
"I'm looking for a new leather jacket to wear, as you can see mine has some wear and tear." The man said with his deep, smooth voice as he took off his sunglasses. He had the most stunning set of blue eyes she had ever seen.
"We have a great, massive selection of leather jackets in different styles, colors, lengths, and designers." Rosy said as she showed him to the men's leather apparel section.
"I'll be up front if you need me." Rosy said to him as she walked up the front register.
As Rosy worked and walked around the store, the guy she had helped walked out of the changing room with an armful of leather jackets, three black ones and two brown ones. Without her knowing, the guy briefly peeked at the top lace part of her bra slightly showing through her button-down blouse. He also noticed a peek of her thighs, courtesy of her knee-length black leather pencil skirt.
Rosy then said to the guy, "Find everything to your liking?"
The guy looked at her with a grin and said, "Yes, I did. Love the selection and everything."
"That's good to hear." Rosy replied as she briefly looked into his eyes.
With Rosy's head down, the tall guy gently pushed her hair to the side and took a smell of her intoxicating perfume.
"What's this heavenly scent that you're wearing?" He asked her as she felt his warm breath on her neck and ear, which made Rosy shiver a little.
"It's this new perfume called Biker Mama, which is on sale here and have on display." Rosy replied.
"It smells so good on you, especially with the scent of roses which made me think of your name, Rosy." He said to her.
Rosy looked up at him and said, "Why thank you. Speaking of names, I didn't get yours when you first walked into the store."
"Forgive my manners, my name's Randy." He said as he looked into her eyes and smiled at her.
He then walked up to her and got a very good look at Rosy's body; he looked at the sliver of lace that decorated her chest.
"For a girl who works at a biker shop, you're very, very pretty." Randy said.
"Thanks, I also noticed you were looking at my chest. It's because I'm wearing a bra with lace, but it's no ordinary lace bra." Rosy said smiling at Randy.
She stood back an inch as she unbuttoned another button, giving Randy a look at the bra she was wearing. The bra was made of black leather, with underwire to give her chest a lift, and it had lace on top. With her shoulder length, dark brown hair in beach waves, Rosy looked like she could be an undercover lingerie model. Randy was amazed by her beauty as he walked up to her and softly made a trace on the tops of her breasts with his fingertips. Rosy shivered just a little in response to his touch on her chest.
