For fun, Maxine goes cruising on one of her motorcycles. She has a collection, including several Harley's and a couple of custom choppers, as well as two beautiful Moto Guzzi's. There's even an old Triumph touring bike and a vintage Ducatti. She's a charter member in the local chapter of Dykes on Bykes, and is quite a sight in her leathers. Her usual mode of dress is worn jeans, a denim work shirt and scuffed Frye's motorcycle boots.
But don't get the wrong impression. Maxine can be quite lovely when she does herself up. She's only done it once that I know of, but I can confirm, she did look hot. One day she'll describe herself (tongue firmly in cheek) as a girly-girl. The next, a leather dyke. Then, a femme or a butch. Maybe it's because of her size, but the only description she doesn't use to describe herself is 'bull'. She changes with her moods, and sometimes for the woman she's pursuing at the moment. But she's always a lady.
It's true that her features are a bit strong to be considered beautiful in the classic sense. But she's got her own face. She's got a square chin with a divot for a dimple, and her nose has been broken at least once. But she has beautiful blue eyes and a great shape: a huge bustline, a relatively small waist and hips just broad enough to match. Her blond hair is cut square to just below her shoulders. She keeps tied up in a ponytail. She has a nice ass and fabulous legs. Sort of a cross between Missy and Natasha, but scaled up a magnitude.
Maxine is not uneducated either. She put herself through college with the help of a Track and Field scholarship – shotput, hammer throw and javelin – and ROTC. She has a civil engineering degree, with a minor in History. After school, she spent eight years as an officer in the Navy SeaBee's, four on active duty.
In her real life Maxine is an independent Excavating Contractor. That is a fancy way of saying that she moves dirt. Lots of dirt. Mountains of dirt. Maxine owns a dump truck and a cat, plus a few other pieces of large earthmoving equipment. All are custom painted to her specifications.
She also does all the maintenance on her equipment. She is as good a mechanic for heavy equipment as she is at moving dirt. So much so, that other contractors pay her to help maintain their equipment.
You know when Maxine is coming. You can't miss that truck with the red, white and blue DMD logo on the sides barreling down the road. Like all her heavy equipment, it too is custom painted. Shocking Pink, of course.
Time out.
DMD, Inc. is the name of her company. It's her private joke on some of the more chauvinistic folks in the construction industry. Not a lot of people are aware that it stands for 'Dykes Moving Dirt'.
Time in.
I have to say that Maxine looked spectacular when she walked in to the last Halloween party. I should say, when she tottered in; she's not used to heels taller than those on her Frye's, let alone strappy 'fuck-me' sandals with four inch spikes for heels. She walked on tiptoes all night. Those spiked heels couldn't have survived for long carrying her full weight.
Anyway, no one recognized her with makeup, sunglasses and her hair styled in waves about her shoulders.
Picture it: The room is jammed with women of all shapes, sizes and colors. All are in costume. There are at least five Xena's and a couple of Gabrielle's too. Catwomen, hobos, clowns and witches abound. Two women dressed as Mistresses in tight leather corselettes, leather V-string panties and thigh-high boots are standing by the bar talking.
If they look like the real deal, it's because they are. Royal Bitch Goddesses both. Scary.
One is in red with black trim, and the other in black with red trim. The former carries a crop. The latter has a leash in her hand. The other end is attached to the studded collar of a young girl dressed as a French maid, kneeling at her feet. The Maids breasts are bare, and little silver bats dangle on delicate chains from her pierced nipples. Occasionally her Mistress bends down to give her a sip of beer and wipe her chin. Often she pats her cheek and gives her a kiss. Little Stephi looks very content.
There are two Playboy bunnies – Amanda and Evelyn – and a young woman with her short black hair slicked back, dressed as a 1920's gangster. Kathryn came complete with double-breasted pinstriped suit, spats, snap-brimmed fedora and a violin case containing a toy Thompson.
I'm at the end of the crowded bar, talking with Margot and Erin. We are taking in the scene and commenting on the outfits, making bets on who'll win the prizes for best costume.
The trio in body paint have my votes. I just can't decide the order. Cathy's tall with short bouncy blond hair, long, long legs and big tits. Her glasses perched on the end of her nose. She's dressed as a school teacher with white blouse and vest, a micro miniskirt, stockings and heels. She looks yummy, particularly when you realize that the blouse and vest are body paint. I love the way her heavy breasts quiver as she moves.
Joanie's outfitted as a baseball player, with cap, pinstripes and spikes. Everything below her neck, down to her shoes is paint, except for a tiny and tight pair of soft cotton boyshorts. Her camel's toe is very much in evidence. Nice Puss! She's got the cutest little pair of tits, with nipples that come to sharp points. Man, I'd like to play catch with her for an hour or two. But she bats for the other team, dammit.
Dulcie's costume is pretty basic: a conservative maillot swimsuit and slaps. That is, it's conservative until you focus on the fact that, except for a little strip of adhesive tape running down her hairless pussy slit, it's all paint. The tape is painted to match the suit. Surf's Up! And so is Mr Snake.
I don't know.
You
choose.
Margot is dressed as Little Bo Peep, complete with bonnet, crooked staff and a stuffed lamb on wheels. Her ruffled dress flares out stiffly from her thighs, displaying her marvelous legs clad in fishnet stockings. And Miss Bo Peep never showed such décolletage in any book of nursery rhymes I've ever read.
Erin is a compact Marilyn from the 'Seven Year Itch', with blond wig, billowy red dress and sheer white panties with frills. She flashes the panties occasionally. Very nice puss.
Me, I'm dressed as 'Jack' to Cassandra's 'Jill'. She's is out on the dance floor with Jamie, who's perfect as Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. Great boobs! Killer violet eyes.
I'm wearing an old worn pair of bib jeans, a blue gingham shirt with the sleeves rolled up and hightop Doc Marten's. I've got a bloody bandage around my head and a big pail. The pail is full of ice, packed around a smaller pail half-full of beer. We replenish our glasses at need. The taps are busy.
'Jill' is in pigtails. Her blue and white gingham jumper twirls out from the tops of her thighs. Though I've allowed her to wear a v-string, her bare asscheeks flash as she dances. The wide straps of the jumper frame her jutting breasts. Her bodice is semi-sheer with muttonchop shoulders. It's gathered with elastic just beneath her tits. She has a tiny white apron, tied with a large bow. Her white stockings end just above her knees, leaving her thighs bare. Wide straps locked to her ankles hold her high-heeled buckle shoes to her feet.
Nadine is in the hall sucking face with a new member, Maureen. Nadine's a sailor in her blues ready to ship out. Thirteen-button wool bellbottoms, jumper, neckerchief with a dixiecup on top. Where she found a uniform large enough to fit, I'll never know.
Maureen is a depraved bobby soxer, with black poodle miniskirt, crinoline petticoats and pink sweater cropped to leave her midriff bare. Her costume is perfect with bobby sox turned down at the ankles and high heels made to look like saddle shoes. Nadine's hands are under Maureen's skirt, kneading her asscheeks.
A couple of the women are next to us leaning on the bar. Bull dykes and butches both, Chaz and Micki are identical as Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee. Alice is standing between them, of course, costumed as her namesake. Her blue dress is short, flaring out stiffly from her tiny waist. Her décolletage is deep, leaving her rouged nipples peeking over the edge of her apron. Her pantaloons are sheer with ruffles all down the legs, and her feet are clad in Mary Janes of glossy black patent leather.
Forty or fifty couples are on the dance floor, rocking to the band. The music is fast and the bass is thumpin' but a few of those couples are out of step. They're slow dancing, touching each other and kissing.
Marti and her partner Tiffany are one of those couples. Tiff in lost in Marti's arms. She's tiny, particularly compared to Marti. They've been together for quite a while now. Love really is grand.
Time out.
