Jamie hurries to get ready, excited about her date with Rider. He'd promised to take her to Bounders, a local biker bar she had heard about but never had the nerve to visit. He had been hesitant at first to agree but she had given him her best puppy dog eyes look…smiling as she remembers how easily he had given in.
Jamie sits on the chair blowdrying her hair so it lands just below her shoulder, curling around her face, then looking into the mirror as she applies her make up. Finally putting on the outfit that she had bought specially for tonight. She moves to the full-length mirror to check that everything is just how she wanted. The tight leather pants clinging to her curves, The black ribbed tank top, barely containing her full breasts. Her fingers absently playing with the white gold chain with the small silver model of the Harley that she'd so liked and Rider had bought for her. She then reaches for the boots, slipping them over her calves, smiling as she remembered how the salesgirl had referred to them as CFM (Come fuck me) boots. Just one more touch she thought, reaching for the perfume to spray a few select spots.
Jamies mind flashes back to the previous night had spent with Rider. It had been incredible, The sites, sounds and feeling of that night still burned in her. They had just entered his cabin and moved through the door when Rider had turned to her pressing his tight hard body against her. Her arms had gone around his neck kissing him hard , Rider's body had responded eagerly. Her hands pulling back his jacket, tossing it aside, then each of them had hungrily removed the other's clothing . Naked and pressed against the nearby wall, his mouth once again descended on hers. Her moans of almost animalistic pleasure joining his while Rider's hardness pressed up between her thighs, spreading her lips, penetrating her deeply, and filling her. She'd buried her face in his neck as she held on as he thrusted up into her, her back against the cold wall, bracing her against his powerful thrusts stroking her time and time again.
"Oh God Rider…yes more, more!" She had moaned into his ear as he filled her completely. The force of his strokes had lifted her each time, her velvet walls gripping him so tightly. She had been so wet that he glided easily in and out. The passion had been like a tidal wave, rising quickly , biting down on his shoulder as her pussy rippled over his hardness. The delicious feeling of him stiffening inside her as the waves of pleasure had spread out over her from where they were joined, to her entire body. Then his yelling out her name while he'd emptied load after load inside her. Setting off yet another wave of pleasure in her.
Recalling the sensations a shudder runs through her jolting her back to reality . Jamie glances at the time. She had better hurry!.
Jamie rushes out the door spotting Riders and her heart leaps. He's leaning against his Harley, his long hard body stretched out, black jeans and black T-shirt under his leather jacket. She runs to him in joy, as he stands to pick her up, laughing, Jamie tilts his shades up looking into his steel grey eyes, then wrapping her arms around his neck kissing him hard.
He sets her down as she grins at him, turning slowly for him, "you like?" she queries, grinning.
"Very much" Rider smiles, reaching out for a quick grope of her tight ass.
"Well come on then…lets go. "Jamie urges tugging on his arm.
Rider climbs on the bike turning to help her as she moves quickly behind him. Still amazed by the feeling of freedom, of closeness, she presses her cheek against his shoulder, feeling the cool leather against her.The engine roaring between her legs, while her grip tighens around Rider's waist. She thinks this is how birds must feel as they soar through the sky.
They arrive at Bounders…Riders arm around her shoulder as they enter. The smoke filled room is already crowded, with the pool tables all occupied off to the left as a couple of bikers along with their babes, look on, beer bottles in hand. The hard beat of rock and roll music filling the room as Bat out of Hell plays on the jukebox. Jamie despite her enthusiasm presses a little closer to Rider. Even though it's crowded, they move easily towards the bar, the crowd seems to part for Rider. Jamie hears the respect in their voices as various men and women acknowledge him.Until this large mountain of a man moves to stand directly in their way. Bald, big belly, denim jacket with the sleeves cut off revealing large biceps covered with tattoos of snakes, dragons and women. The rough look offset by the huge grin on his face.
"Rider! You son of a bitch! You're here!" the man shouts, grabbing Rider in a huge bear hug.
" Jake! Let me breathe before you kill me!" Rider gasps.
Jake lets him down laughing, noticing whom Rider is with. "Hey who's this?" He queries looking admiringly at her.
"Jake this is Jamie " Rider says softly, the affection obvious. Jake looks at him oddly, as this is out of character for Rider, then shrugs it off as he nods appreciatively to her..
" Hey c'mon, Jaxx and I are sitting over here", Jake states, leading taking them over to a booth off to the side.
A squeal of delight erupts as a red headed bombshell bolts out of the booth leaping on him. "Rider, you studmuffin!" (Much to Rider's chagrin and Jamie's amusement.)
"Down Jaxx…he's taken," Jake laughs, "Meet Jamie!"
Jaxx turns to Jamie hugging her like a long lost sister. Jaxx is a bundle of energy in a tight package neatly wrapped in tight faded Levis, and a midriff denim vest, which barely contains her 36dd breasts. Her shaggy red hair surrounding her pixielike features. They all move to the booth, beer bottles appearing quickly as Jake expound the virtues of his new bike. The girls laughing at some joke about boys and their toys. Jamie's hand rests on Riders thigh, the adrenaline flowing. Her hand slides slowly up higher, until its resting on Rider's bulge. Rider tries to appear nonchalant as he feels her fingers tugging on his zipper, and her small hand slipping into the opening. She grips him, feeling him grow in her hand as she plays. Not missing a beat in her conversation as she pulls on him
"How about it Rider?" Jake asks
Riders eyes snap back to attention, "er...How about what?"
"My bike… lets go out back so I can show it to you. What's up with you anyway?" Jake asks looking at him suspiciously.
Jamie turns and smiles sweetly at Rider "Why don't you go ahead babe, I'm fine here with Jaxx" giving him one more squeeze before she removes her hand.
"Just give me a sec to finish this beer" Rider states, using it as an excuse to let things return to normal. Jamie tries hard not to smile, but as Rider and Jake head out the back both the girls start giggling. .Jaxx had been aware of Jamie's stunt and they shared a good laugh, with Rider's ears burning as they head out.
Shortly afterwards a group of about eight tough looking bikers enter the bar, briskly brushing and pushing aside any that stand in their way as they move to the bar.
"Oh, oh!" Jaxx leans over and whispers to Jamie "those are the Scorpions, they're a new gang that have just moved into town. The only one I know is their leader Streak, the one with the black leather jacket and the leather chaps.. He used to hang with Jake and Rider. Every time they show up there's trouble." Jamie looks over to them, then glances at the back door. She breathes a sigh of relief on seeing Rider and Jake heading back over to them.
Jaxx's earlier words seem prophetic as several of the bikers gather around two young girls, each maybe 19-20 years of age, that are seated by the bar. At first the girls seem almost pleased with the attention, but that quickly changes as the bikers become more physical. One of the bikers, a tall, well muscled, a scar over his left eye, a gap in his teeth, pulls the blonde haired girl on to his lap, ignoring her struggles, while the other bikers laugh.
Riders eyes glance over taking in the scene, knuckles whitening as his grip on the beer bottle tightens.
"Rider…" Jake warns glancing over at Jamie as if to remind Rider that he's not here alone.
"Oh babe," Jaxx says sympathetically to Rider, resting her hand briefly on his forearm," You can't save them all"
Jamie looks over at Rider sensing his turmoil, then over to Jaxx. "Honey, surely you've noticed that our Rider here is a protector," Jaxx replies to Jamie's unspoken question, "whenever he sees a woman in trouble he feels he has to ride to her rescue. "
Jamie looks over at Rider, as he takes a hard pull of his beer , and realizes that what Jaxx is saying is true. She also realizes this is part of what she loves about him. His willingness to do what others would not. Hearing a cry her attention is drawn back to the bar. The girls are trying to leave but the bikers won't let them, jostling them between them, each takes turns groping. The scar face one forcing his lips onto the blonde as he paws at her, while her tears flow down her face.
Jamie's eyes turn back to Rider just as his turn to hers. "Help them Rider" she says softly.
Rider nods, levering himself out of the booth and starts over towards the bikers. Turning back for a second to look over at Jaxx. "Jaxx, look after her while I'm gone ok?" he asks, his eyes pleading. Jaxx nods silently in reply.
"Shit, here we go again," Jake sighs, getting up to follow Rider. Almost resigned to the fact that this was inevitable.
The bar suddenly grows quiet except for the Scorpions laughter, and then several of them glance over to see Rider in front of them, with Jake close behind.. The one called Clutch who is closest to Scar elbows him to get his attention.
Rider looks at them with stone cold eyes " Funs over boys, its time to let the girls go"
Scar rises up, brushing the girl aside. "Who the fuck are you" he demands
The names Rider…and I wont say it again, let the girls go" As Rider speaks, the threat of violence hangs over the room like a black storm cloud on a muggy summer day.
Scar and Clutch unconsciously take a step back on hearing the name. However, as Scar sees the other Scorpions closing in, he regains his courage and steps forward.
"You think you can take us all Rider?" Scar sneers, his lip curling.
Rider eyes glance quickly to the side, spotting Streak. Then locking his eyes back on Scar while he quietly asks "You in on this Streak?"
Streak shrugs "You still playing the hero, huh Rider?" He asks… then looks around the bar assessing the situation. His eyes stopping at Jake. "How about you Jake, you backing Rider's play?"
Jake answers in one word, leaving no doubt, "Always"
Streak nods, his eyes darting taking in the rest of the bar, noting Steve, the bartender, who is reaching for the baseball bat he keeps under the counter, a number of the other bikers in the bar inching closer.
"Well you know Rider I don't think this is the time or the place. You and I still have some unfinished business, but I'm patient. C'mon guys lets go" Streaks tells the rest of the Scorpions…"We got places to ride to, trouble to find…. and women to pillage!" the last comment he directs at Rider, who just lets it wash over him.
"But Streak" Scar states… his protests fading quickly away as Streak gives him a hard look.
Rider slides aside to let Scar, Clutch and the others pass. Scar sees an opening and grabs a bottle from the bar, swinging it in an arch towards Riders head. Rider almost impossibly quick, reaches out and grabs Scars wrist, stopping it dead in mid swing, then twisting it. There is a sickening crack of a bone breaking, and then glass breaking as the bottle falls to the floor and Scar drops to his knees holding his wrist in agony.
Streak looks down at him in disgust, then back at Rider." Looks like that's another one I owe you, even if he is a fuckup. Hey Clutch help him would you and lets blow this place" Rider just nods. As Streak and the rest of the Scorpions file out.
