Racquel landed in Brisbane. She had a lay-over for several hours and very much wanted to see a new country right away even if Brisbane wasn't a city she would be spending much time in.
She went into an airport bathroom, peeled off he panties and stuffed them in her duffle-bag. She put on the long white boots again and a tiny black mini-skirt, a fresh thong and a super-tight white t-shirt. She did her hair, teasing it to show off the blonde highlights. She then put on her big gold hoop earrings and prepared herself for a lot of looks, catcalls, come-ons and dirty whistles.
She stepped out into the airport lobby to lock up her stuff and men immediately began oogling her, nudging their mates to check out the beautiful brunette. Racquel saw a man receive a sharp elbow to the ribs from a livid girlfriend when she noted his dropped jaw. The shrew gave Racquel a mean scowl. Racquel smiled to herself - business as usual. She then put on a pair of sunglasses and headed outside before she caused an accident.
Racquel stepped out into the sun looking for a place to eat and perhaps a 'pint' and possibly a quick fuck from one of the locals - she had two hours.
At the Taxi stop she saw a bunch of creeps looking her over, licking their chops as they leaned on their cars.
A fat bull-dyke on a chopper waved her over. Racquel explained she needed to find a bar with food. The dyke introduced herself as Trish and told Racquel there was a perfect spot for her on the other side of the airport. In a flash, Trish had Racquel agreeing for the short drive around the block.
Racquel pulled up her skirt as she climbed on. The men, still leering, cheered as they saw her panties. Trish gave them the finger as she roared off past the taxi-stand.
Racquel put her arms around the big bull as the wind rushed through her hair.
Trish asked about her plans down in Sydney and Racquel whispered in her ear she was heading down there to get fucked by rugby players - one of her ultimate fantasies.
Trish was a little shocked how open the American was, but wanted all the dirty details of her plan. They arrived at a dive-bar out in a desert area several minutes later. Racquel got off the bike and continued talking, not really noticing she was entering a seedy biker bar - more specifically a biker-dyke bar...
Trish showed her in. There was music playing, rugby on the TV and variety of lesbians playing darts, shooting pool, drinking and watching the game. Trish took her to a corner booth and ordered up some food. Many of the bulls were checking out Racquel, thinking Trish had hit the jackpot - again. Racquel gave Trish the once-over as she ate: short hair, tattoos, stud earrings, boots, leather vest, beer gut, missing teeth and hairy arms - pretty nasty.
The dyke was called over by some of her friends for the low-down. She returned in a few minutes with some biker chicks and two plain-Jane lesbians in rugby shirts. Racquel finished her meal and looked around for a clock - she needed to catch that flight.
One of the rugby gals whispered to the other: "If this Yank is here to spread her legs in the name of rugby then I say we give it to her."
The other girl laughed menacingly as she watched pretty Racquel try to drink the top of a stiff pint. Outside, Racquel got back on the bike as Trish gave a wink to her biker gals. They all revved up their engines and roared out of the parking lot. Racquel was confused why all the bikers were riding with Trish, who she now noticed were driving away from the airport and deep into the desert. The two rugby dykes were on the back of two of the choppers leering at Racquel's legs.
Racquel was now getting nervous - both about missing the flight and getting gang-banged. Even if she let all these dykes screw her there was no way she was catching that flight.
Damn, this was a big mistake she thought.
Racquel pleaded with the bull to take her back, but Trish only laughed.
"Sweetheart, we will get you to the airport, but you WILL miss that flight today!"
The bikers were soon far out into the desert approaching an abandoned freeway overpass. Racquel spotted a dirty old mattress in the shade and knew she was going to have to fuck all these girls in order to get back to the airport.
She thought of the mean shrew at the terminal glaring at her. How pleased she would be that Little Miss Pretty was about to get manhandled by a bunch of smelly bull-dykes.
The bikes pulled up by the mattress in a cloud of smoke and dust. Trish got off the bike and gave Racquel a no-nonsense head-nod towards the mattress. Racquel climbed off, defeated. A few of the girls whistled as they got a nice view of Racquel's panties.
Trish took her by the hand and led her to the filthy gang-bang mattress. Racquel sat down nervously as the dykes gathered around. Trish sat next to her and pulled her forward by the waist as she slipped the other hand up her mini-skirt.
Trish touched her face, turning it to her. She kissed Racquel gently on the mouth a few times before Racquel opened up and let the dyke stick her tongue inside. The girls began to cheer as the two began to kiss passionately.
Racquel closed her eyes and let Trish push her back onto the mattress. The bull still had one hand up her skirt and was touching her pussy mound with her stubby, dirty fingers. Trish climbed on top kissing Racquel's neck as she pulled up her shirt. Everyone saw her awesome tits and got very excited. Trish sucked on them as she reached inside Racquel's panties and began gently playing with her pussy.
