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Karen, My School Teacher - Part 16
By HosieryQueen

Part 16

I walked with my 2 large plastic bags with my dresses and the corset in them. My little perfume gift I had in my purse. I walked for a bit and it didn't take long to get to the tattoo shop.

I walked inside and out came a tattoo-covered, red haired woman out from the back. She was chewing gum. She sounded nice, but looked pretty tough. She glanced her eyes over my body.

“Hey sweetie. Wow, you are a really cute one! What can I help you with?” Her eyes were so pretty and had like a jade green colour - almost looked like they were glowing. She had tight little denim shorts on, with red nylon pantyhose, and some Dr. Martens boots. Also, a little too small tank top on, white bra, and you could see her piercing in her belly button. I was very nervous. It all looked so shady. 3 others were getting tattooed in each of their little booths.

“Ehmmm. I am looking for Flora!”

She smiled to me. “That is me, hun! If you looking to get a tattoo, you need an appointment, because I’ve a got a client in like 15 mins!”

“Oh, that's ok. I don't really want a tattoo. But Karen told me to speak with Flora!”

She looked me over again. “Hold on. You are not Victoria are you?”

I felt somewhat shy, but I answered her. “Ehm...Yes, I am!”

A surprised look showed on her stunning face. “No, that can be! So, you used to be...Well, you know...”

I saw one of the other tattoo artists look up over his booth. My face turned red and I guessed that Karen must have told her. “Shhh. Please!”

She just stood there and stared at me. And I even felt more embarrassed. “Oh...Sorry for staring like that. Come come, let's go in my tattoo room. Follow me!”

We walked up a couple of stairs. The room was all glass walls, and I guess a half office and tattoo room, but could overlook everyone else’s booths from above. There were a lot of diplomas of tattoo contests from around the world. Some glass trophies too. She sat down in the office chair.

“Have a seat, Victoria. You can put your bags and purse over on the couch!”

I took my leather jacket off too. I walked over and sat down.

“Oh my! Those are real boobs!”

I guess she could see through my shirt and how they bounced as I walked.

“Wow, you are the cutest girl I’ve seen in a long time. I really dig the pink hair...”

I giggled because her eyes just disappeared in mine.

“Even your giggle sounds fucking cute. You better stop it, sweetie, or you will be in trouble. Ha-ha!”

For a second I was worried.

“Oh, don’t worry, I was only k**ding!”

I smiled at her. She was very sexy, and her eyes, ‘Oh my god. MMmmm’.

“Anything to drink?”

“Just water, please!”

She turned around on her office chair, opened a little fridge and handed me a water. I drank some of it.

“Sooo...Can I ask you something?”

She took a sip from her cup of coffee. “Yeah, sure!”

“Where do you know Karen from?”

She laughed “I would ask you the same thing! He-he. I'll go first!” She was printing some stuff from her computer and had like this huge printer in the office. “I had gone to school with Karen's daughter and was best friends with her at the time. I went over to her house late one night...think I was around 16 at the time! I rang the doorbell and Karen opened. I saw that she had a bruise around her eye. I asked if her daughter was home, but she was over at another friends’...”

I listened closely to what she said.

“...I then walked out back and she was fighting with her husband. He smacked her again. I saw a shovel when I walked in the front door, picked it up and hit him in the head. He fell to the floor, passed out. Karen was clearly very upset. We called the police and Karen pressed charges, and she got a divorce. We have been best friends ever since. What about you?” She was cutting out stencils and there many pieces. I got quickly worried again.

“Those are not all for me are they? I really don't like needles!”

She smiled. “Don’t worry; you’re in good hands here with me! Here, light this!” She opened a draw and laid a joint and an ashtray by me. I took the joint and lit it. It was hard though because of me shaking. “Damn, you’re so freakin’ hot, and just those little things that makes you fucking cute. I see why Karen fell for you! Sorry! Go on...let me hear how you met her!”

I took one more puff and passed the joint. I felt dizzy, but also very much relaxed. And I even started giggling. “Well I am one her students, or former students!” She passed me the joint again. I smoked some and then I just started bursting out in laughter. “Well, He-he. Funny story. I always enjoyed pantyhose since I was a k**. And who does always wear pantyhose?”

She smiled and giggled. “You mean Karen of course?!”

“Ha-ha-ha...yes! Then one day we had baked a cake in school, then we went to her apartment and ate it, but it was so dry that we couldn't eat it. So she made dinner for me. After that we drank a bit. And I kept staring at her beautiful angel feet encased in black opaque Wolford pantyhose. She caught me staring at her angel feet...and I was allowed to touch them. And since then we kinda just stuck together!” It struck me somewhat, and I got all serious. “Now that I think of it...she has given me everything!” My eyes started tearing up. “I don't know what I would do without her. I truly love her!”

She came over and hugged me. “I can say she loves you too! I maybe don't see her a lot, but we talk like 2 or 3 times a week over the phone, and she talks a lot about you. He-he! She calls you her ‘little angel’!”

That comforted me a lot. I believed many times that I didn't deserve to be with Karen, but I was so grateful to be. So this tattoo I’m getting is more than just a gift from her! But she also told about me to her best friend, and showed me off to her as well! She squeezed me closer and her pretty red hair hit my face and it smelled so lovely. I sniffed again.

“Are you smelling my hair?”

“Noo, I’m not!”

She got up. “Ha-ha...yes you are. Cute, I tell ya! Naughty and cute! We better get it started. I think we can do it in like 10 hours or so!”

My heart beat faster and faster. How could I stand 10 hours of needles stabbing me with ink? ‘Stop it. Do it for Karen’.

“Take all your clothes off and lay on your stomach! No, hold on...leave the pantyhose on. That is what you like is it not? He-he!”

I smiled. “Yes, Flora!”

I took my clothes off. I stood, ready to jump on the tattoo chair - she just had to wipe it down first. She turned around and saw me waiting to get on. Her eyes locked on my tits.

“Wow...look at those cute tits!” She just put her mouth on my nipple and started sucking.
“Ohh what are...you doing...Mmmm!”

She stopped. “Delicious, sweetie! Now get up!”

I lay down, and she laid the stencils on me. I counted them as she laid them on me - 6 in total. And then she went for it. It hurt a lot to start with, but after some time, I got used to it. Not a lot of breaks either. My whole back was sore. I hadn't seen them yet, but 2 of them went from my shoulders and all the way down my back and ended on each side of the bottom of my ass. Then in-between, I think she wrote something. I had been watching TV, and we talked a lot too. And I really liked her. After I think 8 hours straight, she stood up.

“Do you wanna go out for dinner with me? I know a Chinese place. They’re gonna close here around 10!”

I looked at my phone. The time was now 8:30 in the evening. I was so ready for a break. My body felt like someone has beaten it.

“Sure. I could really use a break too!”

“I'll just wrap the tattoos in some plastic foil, then you can put your clothes on!”

After she was done wrapping me, I put on my clothes. We walked to the other side of the mall. She got really close to me, and grabbed my hand. I didn't mind at all. People were looking at us. Whispers and little winks from men. I could really understand why some girls might find some guys creepy and just too much. But not Flora! One man shouted after us. “Want a threesome, girls?”

She just gave him the finger “Fuck off, creep!”

That turned me on. She was just fucking cool to hang with.

We walked into the restaurant and sat down in a booth. A little old woman came over and talked in a Japanese accent. “Hello Flora. Hope you doing well? You decide already?”

Flora knew what she wanted and ordered for me too. “Yeah, we would like 2 bowls of ramen noodles and 2 little bowls of rice. 2 beers and 2 saké’s!”

“Flora, you always order that! You know I make other good food, right?”

She laughed “I know. I just love your ramen. Best in town!”

“You are crazy woman, Flora. But thanks! I come back with food soon!” And off she went.

“So you eat here a lot?”

“Best place to eat in the mall. Sometimes when it gets late, then I’m always over here! I like it here too...so cosy!”

A younger waitress came with our drinks, placed them on the table and walked away.

“Cheers! For you and Karen!”

“And for getting new friends!” I winked at her. She smiled. “Cheers!” and we downed the saké. It tasted terrible and I had to wash it down with beer. Ahh, much better. “That was awful!” I shook from the grim taste.

“He-he...I saw that. Cheers in beer then?”

We drank some and our food came. It smelled good and it tasted great. As we ate our food we kept on talking...

“Is your back doing ok?”

“It is pretty sore. But I thought it be much worse than this! So I think I’ll be fine!”

“That's good! You handled the pain very well! Just one thing though. Karen told me only to do black and red. But when I saw you and your pink hair, I was thinking about changing the red to pink instead! Like the colour of your hair! Dark pink would go so good with it! Only got the colour left to do. And I thought about making 2 on your legs. But only if you say go for it!”

“I don’t know how much more I can take, but if you really want to, I’ll do it for you! For my new friend!”
She drank some of her beer. “Ohh thanks, cutie...but I know the 2 last tattoos will finish your tattoos nicely!”

I was done with eating, and couldn't finish the meal.

Flora put her hands under her shirt and rubbed her belly. “Ahh, I’m so full. Can't take another bite. He-he!”
I loved her laughter - so delightful and charming - like she didn't have a bad vibe in her. “He-he...Me neither! So what do you do when you’re not tattooing?”

“I ride bikes. I’ve got my beloved CBR1000RR! And sometimes when I got the time and money for it, I do some road racing. But have been very busy lately, so haven't really been riding a lot!”

Wow! Of course she rides motorcycles! Hot, red haired rock chick. Tattooing and bikes. Mmmm, what a girl!

“That is a nice bike!”

“Does a pretty princess like yourself really like bikes?”

We finished our beer and went up to pay for our food.

“Yeah, believe or not! I use to ride motocross from I think, 8 to 14, then mom and my step dad got a divorce. Then I kinda stopped because I lived with my mom. Never knew my real dad, and don't want to!” She was about to pay. “I'll pay, Flora. You are doing all the work!” I got a little smack on my bottom.

“Thanks, princess!”

We walked back. As we did, we kept talking...

“That's pretty cool with the motocross! Do you have a bike to ride these days?”

We walked into the shop and every other tattoo artist had gone home. So it was only me and her now.

“I have the license, but yet to find the time to go get me a bike. I have been spending a lot of time with Karen!”

“Yeah, Karen has that effect on people! So what are you looking for in a bike?”

“I don't know yet. Think I’m gonna test drive some. I'm going to the bike shop outside town with my step dad to look at a new bike for him. Maybe I’ll find something there!”

“I hope you do! Then give me a call or just come by the shop! Now let's continue on those tattoos. So take off your clothes and lay down!”

She started with the largest pieces first - with the dark pink colouring. It hurt like hell for the first hour or so. After about 3 hours she pulled my white pantyhose down to my knees, and drew with a marker, like 10 centimetres under my butt cheeks. It took another 2 and a half hours. I was way beyond tired. She smeared me with a lotion over every part of my tattoos. Flora got up and stretched her back...

“AHH. That was a long session! Go take a look in the mirror!”

I stood up and walked over to the mirror; she took another full body mirror and placed it behind my left shoulder. I could see the tattoos in the mirrors. I got closer and she moved the mirror closer too. As I saw them, I was so surprised by the beauty of her tattoos. I put my hands over my mouth, and couldn't believe that these stunning tattoos were a part of me now. My eyes shed some tears.

“It is so beautiful, Flora! You do such amazing work!”

On each side of my shoulders I had 2 large angels’ wings, with the end of the wings hugging my bottom. They almost filled my entire back. There was a very dark coloured vibe to the angel’s wings and the dark pink colour lit them up. In between my wings there was a dark pink coloured ribbon that formed the text ‘Pantyhose Slut’. I couldn't make out the small text underneath the ribbon. The small text was in black, with 2 small signatures under the small text.

“What? You really wrote that on me?! He-he...I love it! It was Karen's idea, right?”

She laughed and smiled too. “Ha-ha! Yeah, it was! The text under it says. ‘Property of Karen Thomsen. And made by Flora’, and each of our signatures under it!”

And at last I saw those lovely dark pink bows under my butt. They sat perfectly there. Not too high and not too low.

“That is your touch, isn't it Flora? I love them. Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“He-he...you’re welcome, Victoria! I thought a princess should always have some bows. And they will look great under pantyhose!” She then wrapped me in plastic foil again.

“Let's meet some time? We’ll find something fun to do together!”

As she was done wrapping me, I put my clothes on. “Sure sounds cool...but I really need to get some sleep now. I'm just finished for today!” She handed me a lotion to keep my new tattoos moist. Till they healed probably. “Smear them twice a day. Yeah, I need to get home to my dog. Just go out to entrance ‘B’. There are always taxis!”

I put on my leather jacket and picked up my bags with my stuff. “Bye. I'll give you a call sometime, ok?”

She smiled. “Sure...we’ll keep in touch. Bye, Victoria...And tell Karen I said hi!”

“Will do!” and off I went to entrance ‘B’. I found a taxi and went home. It was all dark when I arrived home, and it looked pretty scary. So as soon as I got in, all the lights were turned on and I laid on the sofa watching TV, before I fell into a deep sleep.


* * *


4 days has passed and was now Friday. I've gotten somewhat used to the mansion. I think I have been in every room in the house except one. It had something like a red leather door, in the basement, but it was locked by this huge padlock with a 4 digit lock code. I tried sliding those up and down, trying different combinations, but I got nowhere. I went upstairs and laid in our big ‘in depth’ floor jacuzzi. After that, a quick shower and cleaned myself. I put on my pink fluffy bathrobe and went to get a bowl of cereal. I turned on the TV in the kitchen. Then as I sat there eating, my phone rang. I picked up. “Hello, Victoria speaking!”

“Hi sweetie! How are you holding up?”

Mmmm! So good to hear Karen's voice again! I know it had only been 4 days, but it felt like forever.

“Hi Karen! I miss so much!” I could hear horses in the background.

“I miss you too, sweetie! I'm looking forward to seeing you all dolled up! Are you using the dresses? I bet you look so hot in them!?”

Oh my god! Her use of words always turned me on! I wanted to kiss her so bad right now. “I haven't really had the chance to, because of the healing time of my tattoos! Oh wait till you see them, Karen. Flora did an amazing job! Thank you for the tattoos, Karen...I love them so much!”

“You’re welcome. But it was Flora’s and my idea together! We talked A lot about you!”

“I know, Karen...she told me a lot of things. And I really like your friend! Is it true that you call me your ‘little angel’?”

A moment of silence passed by...

“I guess she told you a little bit more than I expect. But yeah, I do! You know because you are...” I could hear voice crumble a bit, and trying to find words. “You enriched my life with your pure love. You came out of nowhere like an angel falling from the sky. You give me amazing pleasure in bed or anywhere else we might do it. I truly have fun with you. And you know I love you, Victoria...with all of my heart! And if you can accept being my little pantyhose angel slut...”

I started crying. I had never ever heard Karen speak so freely and passionately about anything before. My heart started racing like crazy.

“What I’m trying to say, Victoria. With every minute that goes by without you being at my side, I feel lost. I wanna be with you the rest of my life...Victoria...” She coughed. “Will you marry me and be my wife?”

Oh my god, I couldn't take it, and I dropped the phone on the table - I was shaking all over. And started bursting into tears. This was the greatest day of my life! That I marry the women I’ve love since ever I laid eyes on her. I heard Karen in the distance from the phone...

“Victoria, are you ok?”

“Yes Karen...I will marry you!”

I really tried pulling myself together, and picked up the phone. I could hear Karen scream. “WUU. Oh my god, YESS! I can't believe it!”

I heard the horses in the background. I guess Karen’s screaming uneased them a bit.

“Listen, Victoria. From starting right now, I want you to get into your maid’s dress every weekday from 8:00 to 16:00...and when you do shopping or anything else. You leave the dress on, get it?”

“Yes of course, Karen. Anything for my new wife!”

“That's my good girl. I'll be back in the start of next week. Then I’ll bring the horses with me! Oh, and before I forget...I want you to go buy a engagement ring for yourself...now that we are getting married! You just use my card. Cya next week, my love!”

“Bye Karen. Love you!”

When I was done with my bowl of cereal, I went to our walk-in closet. I loved going in here. Everything in clothes a woman desired. I opened the pantyhose drawer and picked a brand new pair of black opaque slim-fit catsuit, with long sleeves - and it was crotchless. I had painted my nails with a similar colour as my dark pink hair. They looked so lovely through the black pantyhose. I found a pair of lace g-string and tucked my tiny dick in them. I then got in my maid’s dress - it felt amazing rubbing against my catsuit. And my titties where showing under the pantyhose fabric! I went over and took one of those corsets that get laced in the front instead of the back. I tucked my tits into the corset and laced the corset tight - giving me such lovely curves. Mmm, I loved wearing a corset! I then pulled the white underskirt to make my maid’s dress fluffy. Mmmm, I felt so pretty! I went over to the makeup table, made my smoky eyes and laid pink on top for eye shadow, and applied some light pink lipgloss - nothing too crazy. Then I did my hair with gel and blow dried it, making my fine curls pop. Then I wore the black leather peep-toe heels again. They were really comfy, and looked perfect with my maid’s outfit. I looked at myself in the mirror - and I was stunning! I turned around and I could see my pink bows under my catsuit. And it felt so naughty, but so good! At I sprayed myself with ‘My Burberry Blush’. Oh my god, it smelled like a fresh forest day with a hint of a sweet flower scent. It was wonderful! Then I rang a cab. I picked up my purse and my black leather jacket only going down to my belly button. I walked out to the gates and waited for the cab. It got here and I went to the mall.


* * *


It was around 10:00, and I walked right into Flora’s shop. I looked through the glass above. She saw me and smiled, and I waved at her. She came down the stairs pretty quickly.

“Oh my god. Could you be any cuter? Spin around, let me see the princess!”

Again, other people looked over the booth. I saw some of their jaws drop.

“Let me see your tattoo. How has it healed?”

I let my jacket fall down a bit and she saw my wings under my black catsuit.

“Oh yess. They are perfect. You’ve been taking good care of them. Good girl!”

I could hear a bit of Karen in her sometimes. He-he! Then she bowed down and looked at the bows under my bum.

“Oh yes. I told you that would look so good under pantyhose. Mmmm, Princess!” Some of the other guys tried looking at my bows, but Flora would have none of it. “HEY! I am not paying you for looking at my friend. Get back to work!”

Oh, those magical green eyes of her were dreamy to look at.

“So what brings you here?”

I smiled shyly to her. “Well, I just wanted to let you how grateful I am for your fine art on my body, that I wanted to invite you to dinner at my house this evening, like a thank you!”

“You don't have to thank me...Karen paid me for the work! But I really want to have dinner with you. So what time should I be there?”

“Let's say around 20:00! Oh, and another thing...Karen asked me to marry her!”

She hugged me tightly and I felt her boobs rubbing against mine as we jumped wildly up and down screaming. The other guys thought we were going crazy.

“Oh my god...she really did it! She was so afraid you might say no!”

“Really? How would I ever say no to her? She is the only woman I’ve truly loved!”

“Well she thought you might say no because she’s like 20-something years older than you!”

“I get a bit sad that she’d think that way! She is still the most beautiful wonderful woman I have ever seen. No one has legs and feet like Karen in pantyhose. She formed me into what I am today, and what I have yet to become. She is my soulmate!” I teared up again. Flora hugged me even tighter to her. Oh, those breasts of hers felt so soft.

“Shh shh shh! You don’t wanna ruin that pretty makeup, princess! I know you love her. You 2 are meant to be together, and you are going to be. So be happy!”

I looked up at her green eyes and she smiled at me. My god, she was fine. She smelled great. I don't think she wore perfume, only deodorant. But mixed with her body odour just made this gentle sweet smell. And today she had on red sneakers with black nylons and a long dress with a little black top on top. The dress had slices down each leg. So when she walked, her legs showed all the way up her thighs. Her legs were beautifully decorated with tattoos. What a woman!

We just stood there hugging and I felt ‘looked at’ again. And I whispered to Flora. “Hey, Flora. You wanna come with me to buy me an engagement ring?”

“Yes, for sure. Let’s go, princess!” She smacked my bottom and off we went.

I don't know why, but she always grabbed my hand and held it tight. We arrived at the jewellers shop. Flora just said things so directly...

“Hi! My pretty friend here is getting married, and we need a ring. What do you have?”

The clerk seemed pretty uptight. “Well what are you looking for? Diamond, sapphire, maybe a ruby?”

I looked down to the display case - I looked at Flora...

“What do you think? Diamond?”

Flora nodded her head. “Yep...only the best for the princess!”

She took out some small stone diamond rings. I didn't fancy any of them.

“Do you have any with colour in them? Maybe red or pink? And maybe a bit bigger?”

She looked at me with a contemptuous smile. She went out back and came back with some. There were like 4 little boxes. She opened each one and laid them before me. There were 3 in red and 2 in pink. They were all very pretty, but I definitely liked the pink one best. One had a gold ring - but I didn't like gold. And there was one beautiful stunning ring, with a big pink stone. Beautifully cut and see-thru, with 3 little white diamonds on each side, going down and finishing of the ring with a pretty brushed look in white silver.

I looked at Flora and said. “What do you think?”

She smiled “I think we are both thinking the pink and silver one, right?”

“Yes! I really love that one. But probably a pretty price tag too!”

Flora picked up the ring and pointed it at the clerk. Her face got angry right away. “What do you think you are doing? These rings are some of the finest rings we have in the country! Are you 2 girls sure we shouldn't look at those small diamond rings again?”

There came a pretty girl from out back with some necklaces and put them on display. Flora was getting even more mad at the clerk. “What are you saying? That we’re not good enough for rings like these?”

The girl stopped and looked at me and smiled. I think she was about my age. Long black hair and she wore a Marine blue pencil skirt with like a marine blue business jacket and a black shirt underneath, black opaque pantyhose and some plain high heels in black.

I looked at the angry clerk and said “I’d like to talk to that girl over there!”

The clerk looked at her. “Hilary. Come here and take over for me. Maybe you can talk sense in these two!” She left and Hilary came over.

“Hi, girls! Sorry for my stepmom. She can be...how should I put it...”

And Flora just said “Just say ‘rude’. She is rude!”

“He-he. Yeah, she can be! How can I help you girls?”

I couldn't get my eyes off the beautiful ring, and Flora kept on talking. “So, we are looking for a wedding ring for my pretty little friend here!” She smiled at me.

“So who is the lucky man who snagged a pretty lady like you?”

I smiled back at her. “She used to be my school teacher and soon to be wife!”

She was a bit surprised. “That's not something you hear every day! But congratulations, and wish you the best of luck!”

“Thank you, Hilary!”

“Sorry, I didn't get your names?”

Flora answered her again. I loved that she was direct, and didn't really think too much before she spoke. “I am Flora. And this is Princess Victoria!” And of course, right in front of Hilary, Flora smacked my bottom. Then I saw Hilary giggle a little.

“So Victoria, I already know what you want when I look at you. And that is this pretty rich pink stone!That is 5.5 mm in length and 4 mm in width, with 6 white diamonds...and the ring is finished with a brushed look, all pure white silver. The pink diamonds are very rare because they are only found in Australia, and they are closing the mines soon! So pink diamonds only increase in value. You wanna try it on?”

She picked up the ring and put it on my finger. I was just staring at the most beautiful ring I’d ever seen - And Flora just kept on talking...

“You sure seem to know a lot about this ring!”

“I know most of them. But those you see before you, I made them!”

I was still bedazzled by the pink diamond ring. “Wow...really? You think you can make a dragon for me with 2 small diamonds as the eyes? In silver?”

She laughed a bit. “I’ve never made anything like that, but I could try! But it is gonna cost ya! I'm sure we can sort something out!”

“That would be cool, huh princess?”

I looked at Flora with a tear going down my cheek. “I really love this ring. You think it is too much?”

She gave me a little hug “I think a princess like you deserves a beautiful ring like that!”

I looked at the ring again, and asked Hilary “I really want it! I really love it, and it fits so perfectly on my finger! You did an amazing job on this...but with such a beautiful ring, it must come with a pretty price tag too?!”

She nodded, “I'm afraid it does. But if you want, we can make a down-payment plan?!”

“No thanks, not needed! So what is the price?”

She started to put the other rings away. “The price on that ring is 28.500 dollars!”

I knew it was expensive, but wow! I wouldn't feel good by taking that as my ring. What if I lost it? I tried pulling the ring off, but it didn't come off so easily. I was about to put it back when Flora stopped me.

“What are you doing? Buy the ring!”

Hilary looked at us.

“I can’t, Flora. What if I lose the ring? That is a lot of money to walk around with! I can't do that against Karen...I would feel so bad!”

Flora got close and whispered in my ear “Stop acting like a baby. Listen, Princess. Karen gave you 3 million because she found you were worth it. You really think that a fucking lousy 30k will ruin her wallet? You can't imagine how much money she has...but she doesn’t cares about it! But she cares and loves you! Buy the ring that you want, and be Karen's wife as you’re meant to be!”

I didn't know that she knew about the money Karen gave me. I guess that they really shared everything about themselves! Hilary stood with a slightly open mouth. I think she heard most of what we’d spoken of.

“I'll take it!”

She looked a bit baffled. “Shall I put it in the box?”

I smiled from ear to ear. I loved my new ring so much, and what it symbolises. “Nope...never taken it off again! You can keep the box!” I paid for the ring. “Thanks for your lovely service, Hilary. I maybe come back another time. Bye!”

“Bye...and have nice day, Victoria and Flora!”

As we left, Flora shouted at Hillary “I'll come by with a sketch of the dragon, honey. Bye!”

We walked back to her shop.

“You wanna go get something to eat?”

Flora looked at her watch. “I can’t, Princess. I’ve got a guy coming for a tattoo at 13:00. And I thought you were going to meet your stepdad?”

Oh shit, I’d forgotten all about that! “Oh my god! What time is it now?”

“It is 11:38!”

“Ok...I need to go, Flora! I’ll see you tonight for dinner?”

“I wouldn't miss it, princess. Cya!”


* * *


I ran off as fast I could in heels. I saw a lot of people staring at me. I found a taxi and got in it.

“Where to?”

“The bike shop outside town!”

“You mean the bike motorcycle shop?”

“Yes please!” And he drove off.

As I sat there thinking about meeting my dad, I got more and more nervous about it. I looked at my ring and instantly started thinking about my beautiful Karen. We arrived at the shop.

“That will be 21 dollars!”

I took my cash bundle out and gave him 30. “Keep the change!”

“Thanks...have a nice day!”

I stepped out of the car and went to the huge bike shop. I went in, and looked around. There was a big counter with like 3 offices behind. 2 of the men were in the office, and 3 stood by the counter and stared at me. I even saw them whisper and laugh. One came over...

“Hello...can I help you?”

I smiled “No thanks...I'm just looking around!”

I walked around the floors of the shop and looked at a lot of the different used bikes downstairs. I couldn't see my dad. So I walked up to the new bikes on the 1st floor, and there I saw my dad. My heart was starting to beat faster and faster - And I’m in my fucking maid’s dress, all dolled up. I maybe wanted to show myself a bit more discrete as a lady, but that was too late now! He looked like himself. He was in jeans and black t-shirt, with a leather jacket on. I walked slowly and gently closer and closer. He was looking at a BMW S 1000 RR. My dad always had a thing for BMW’s - not my style though. As I got pretty close, he turned around and looked at me - his eyes looked all over my body. I got scared and walk past him - I felt his eyes on me the whole time. I walked over to some Ducati’s - they were always a bike I wanted. I glanced back and saw him still looking at me, and even winked at me! My god, this is not going good. Maybe I should just leave? Then he frightened me and stood right behind me...

“HI!”

I let out a little scream and almost fell in my heels.

“Oh, I’m sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you like that! What is your name?”

I smiled. “That's ok. I am Victoria!”

He kept standing there and I heard him sniff the air. “Wow...you smell so lovely! And what a pretty little maid you are! Costume party you going to?”

I smiled awkwardly at him. “Thanks. But these are my work clothes, and it was very expensive!” and walked over to the BMW. He walked right after. Why couldn't I just tell him who I was? I was not prepared for this.

“Oh, you like BMW? Me too! Know what? I'm actually waiting for my son to tell him that I already bought this! Then maybe you can get a ride on the back of my motorcycle?”

Then I got another surprise, because he smacked my ass! And without realising, I shouted “Dad...stop it!”

It was like his mind stopped working and he just stared. “Noooo! That can't be?”

My face turned so red, and I wanted to hide so badly.

He gently started laughing. “Are you serious? What is your mother's name?”

“Sarah!”

“Lucky guess! What is her full name?”

“Dad, come on. It is Sarah Victoria Ellwood!”

His jaw dropped. “Oh boy. Oh boy...You look amazing! And you’ve got your mothers pretty legs! I can’t believe it is really you!?”

I smiled and didn't feel as nervous now as before. “Thanks, dad! So, are you really getting that BMW?” My dad stood staring at me. “Dad! Hello?”

“Yeah, sorry. He-he! I always wanted a daughter, and now I’ve actually got one!”

“Ha-ha, Dad...you silly goose!”

My dad looked at my tits. “Are those real? Can I touch?”

His hand was about to reach out, but I slapped him over the fingers. “Stop it, dad! I thought we were coming for a bike for you?”

“Sorry! Well you are not making it easy for me...in that sexy maids dress and those long pantyhose legs!”

“Dad, come on...focus! Besides, you can't go around groping your own daughter!”

“You are right...and sorry for smacking your ass! I bet you have a nice little ass in pantyhose?!”

“Oh my god, dad. Stop it right now or I’m leaving!”

One of the owners came up. “So everything is done, sir. Your bike is out back, ready to take home. And your down payment on the bike will start the 1st next month!”

“Excellent! Let's go down and look at it!”

I followed my dad. He picked up a helmet that he had put on a table, and we walked outside to the bike.

“So, sweetie...when you get a bike, we can take a road trip! Just the 2 of us!”

“I would like that! Congratulations with your new bike, dad...suits you good!”

“I think I’ll need a little time to wrap my head around the idea that you have become such a beautiful woman! But take care for now, sweetie!”

He put on his helmet and I went into hug him. His visor was already down, and I kissed it. My lipstick left a mark on it. “Thanks, dad...for not getting angry. Or reject me!”

“Nahh, sweetie...nothing to be mad about. It is your life. I just want you to be happy!” He started the bike and drove off.

I turned around, and as I did, I saw the bike mechanics glance their eyes at me. I went inside and walked upstairs again. There she stood - the stunning Ducati Desmosedici RR. I’d heard this bike once before, and I fell in love with it. But I never thought I would be able to afford one of them! It stood on a podium with rails on so people wouldn't touch it. I contemplated in my head about if I should buy or not. I didn't know if I’d get the chance again. Only 300 were made of this! I had to buy it! I walked down stairs and over to the counter...

“Hello. Can I ask how much that Ducati Desmo is? There is no price on it!”

He looked weird at me. “Ehmm, hold on!” Then the guy walked over to one of the office guys. I couldn't hear much. “Hey, Nick! That girl over there is asking for the price on the Desmo!”

I saw Nick’s face also somewhat baffled. He came out of his office and walked over to me. “Hi, I’m Nick. So you wanna know about the Desmo?”

“Yes, very much please!”

He smiled. “Well let's go take a look at it!”

I followed him upstairs to the bike.

“So, why are you looking for a bike like this? You should maybe start with somewhat less powerful and safe. Don't get me wrong, I wanna sell the bike, but it’s just odd to me that a little girl like you would ask for something this like this demon!”

I looked at the bike. “I love the sound that 16 valve, v4 makes. And if that titanium exhaust gets puton this bike, it makes over 200 bhp, and has a weight at 182 kg with fuel. Mmmm!”

“He-he...maybe you should come work for me! Where do you know bikes like this?”

“You just sold a bike to my dad...the BMW 1000. So I’ve grown up with bikes thanks to my stepdad. I even drove motocross for many years!”

“Wow...impressive!” I saw him think for a moment. “You know what? Let's get the bike down, and I’ll go get the key. I'll be right back!”

He seemed such a nice guy. There was an elevator door, and 2 mechanics came out from the door, and when they saw me, their eyes lit up. They tried to whisper, but I heard them...

“Man...it is her again! Look, Look!”

“Shhh...I know! God, she is so fucking hot!”

They came over. “Hello, Miss!”

I smiled and said “Hi, boys! Are you taking the bike down for me?”

He was a bit more direct than his boss. “Yes! Are you sure you can handle a bike like this?” they got the bike down from the podium.

“What are you saying? Because I’m a woman, I can’t ride the bike?”

The other just stared at my tits and smiled. “He-he. Not at all! You are just short! Sorry, didn't mean anything by it. I’ve never driven this myself...but it's brutal raw power they say!”

“I'm just k**ding! I’ve loved this bike since I heard and saw the bike at a bike convention!”

Nick came back with some keys. “Hey boys. Get away from the lady! And thanks for getting the bike down!”

They went into the elevator. “So, press the button on the elevator and let’s take it outside!”

The doors opened into the workshop, and there the 3 guys stood, working on bikes. Their eyes glanced over me again. The radio was pretty loud, so couldn't hear anything they said - but I felt their eyes on me.

He pushed the bike outside and put a little petrol in the bike. He gave me the key. “Here, take a seat and turn it on!”

I took my purse off and threw it on the ground. I stood on my high heel and swung my pantyhose-covered leg up over the tail of the bike, exposing my panties under my skirt, and positioned myself on the bike. I looked in the mirror of the bike and saw all 3 mechanics stand with their mouths open. I giggled a little inside. I put the key in the ignition and turned the key and pushed the start button. The Desmosedici fired up and the v4 engine sounded and more incredible - it felt amazing between my legs. I revved the gas and felt the raw power shaking my whole body. It was so electrifying. This bike had ‘Victoria’ written on it. I turned off the bike and looked at Nick...

“I'll take it! But I think the one I heard sounded even meaner?!”

He stood baffled, and I saw his brain working overtime.

“Ehmm. They sell the exhaust system with the bike...but that costs 3500 dollars alone!”

I swung my leg back onto solid ground. And as I turned and looked at the guys, they s**ttered back repairing bikes.

“Sorry, Victoria. Just so I fully understand. You wanna buy this bike?”

I smiled. “Yes...right now! And I want to have the other exhaust on it! Can you make that happen?”

He smiled from ear to ear “Yes, of course I can! I get my best guy on it now! So, have you got a deposit for 15 thousand dollars?” He waved an older gentleman over - he was about same height as me. “Swen...come here!”

“No...I am gonna buy all of it today!”

He laughed out loud. “Yes...how stupid of me even asking! Let me get your driver's license and I’ll make it happen for you!” Swen came over and shook my hand.

“Hi, Swen!” I smiled.

“Hi, Victoria!”

“Swen, please take the other titanium full-flow open exhaust from ‘Akrapovič’ for this bike and treat it like your own baby!”

“Sure...will do, boss!” He took my bike and rolled up on a bike lift.

“Come Victoria, in my office...we can talk more about price... and you need to sign some papers!”

I followed him through the workshop and into his office. He filled out forms while we talked. “So with the full exhaust system, and of course we can store the normal exhaust here for you, you’ve got a 3 year warranty from Ducati themselves...and you get insurance here from us. We’ll get you a licence plate when I’m done here with the papers. So in an hour’s time, you can ride your brand new Desmosedici!” He handed me multiple forms and I looked them all over. He saw my ring on my finger and asked “Are you getting married, or are you married?”

I was about to sign. “Ehm...what you mean? How you know?”

“He-he...that impressive ring on your finger!”

“Ohh yess. I am getting married to someone special! What about yourself?”

He lifted his finger and had a gold ring on it. “For 16 years now...2 k**s and a dog!”

I smiled at him. “Oh, that's nice!”

“Sometimes it can't be. Well I wish you and your future husband all the best!”

“Thanks...but it is actually gonna be my wife!”

“Wow...ok! Well good luck to you both, and congratulations on getting married!”

“Thanks, Nick!” I signed all the papers.

“Then there is only the worst part left...the cost!”

“Yeah, about that! You know my dad just bought the BMW! Is there any way I can pay his bike out?”

“That BMW? Ehmm, hold on!” He stood up and went into the office beside his. I could see and hear them through the window, talking. “Hi. You just sold a BMW?”

“Yeah, I did. Why?”

“Because it is that girl’s dad, and she wants to pay it out!”

The other guy looked at me. I pretended I didn't notice anything. “What, her? How does she pay for that?”

“If she has the money, she can pay for it! Who cares...money is money! Maybe she won the lottery? Wanna hear the craziest part?”

He looked at Nick and crossed his arms. “What?”

Nick laughed loud again. “I just sold the Desmo to her! Pay up, punk!”

He looked surprised, and almost fell backwards. “Get the fuck out of here! Are you joking me?”

“You owe me 1000 bucks! So, can I please have the papers for her father's bike?”

He opened a file draw and pulled out some papers and threw them onto his desk.

Nick picked them up. “Thanks! Hey, I told you I would sell that bike!” And he walked back into his office where I sat. From the office next door came a “FUCK!” Nick laughed. “Don't mind him...he just lost a bet. I see your dad still owes us 13000 on that BMW! So if you put that together with your Desmo...that is a total price on 88.500 dollars!”

“Yeah, ok! I’ve got a card!”

We went out to the register and I paid with my own credit card.

“Here is the receipt for your dad’s bike. And here are all your documents for the Desmo!”

“Thanks, Nick. You’ve been very kind...but can you help me find gear?”

“Yeah, follow me! The clothing is upstairs on the third floor!”

We walked upstairs and arrived at the place with all of the bike clothing.

“You know what would suit you?! We’ve just got a new jacket home for women, with pink on it!” He showed me the jacket and loved it right away. It was almost completely black, With a pink stripe going from the shoulders and down the sleeves. The zippers were pink and the ‘Alpinestars’ logo was pink. “So it matches your hair almost! That's what girls like isn't it? Take your jacket off and try this on...and tell me what you think?!”

I took off my leather jacket. He held the other for me, and helped me get it on. I zipped it and it fit so good.

“Wow...those are some impressive wings you’ve got on your back!”

I smiled “Thanks, Nick...they took forever!” I looked good in the jacket and felt comfortable.

“I bet it did. They are real nice! What do you think about the jacket? Looks good on you!”

I looked myself in the mirror. “Yes, I really like it. I'll take this one, then I need pants, shoes, gloves, and a helmet!”

He nodded. “What you like, leather or denim?”

“I don't really know! What do you think?”

He picked up a pair of black leather pants with a nice shine to them. “Denim has come a long way, but nothing beat leather pants!” He handed me a pair and pointed towards a changing room - or more like 2 walls with a curtain. “There, try this on!”

I took them and walked into the square box and pulled the curtain shut.

There was a full mirror in there. I started untying my corset and took it off. I pulled off my underskirt and then wiggled my maid’s dress off. And as I got it over my head, I saw in the mirror, Nick standing and looking in through a crack from the curtains I hadn't closed probably! I was so embarrassed and didn't wanna do anything about it because that would have been even more shameful! My eyes glanced over the mirror and I saw him standing there. I looked down and he was standing there with his cock in his hand and he jerked off while standing looking at me through the crack.

The leather pants lifted and fitted my butt like a glove. I’d never worn pants like this before, but my ass looked fucking good! I smacked my own bottom as I watched myself in the mirror, and had forgotten about Nick for a split second. I put on the bike leather jacket - and - I looked good in motorcycle gear! I turned around and opened the curtains and walked out, when I realised I’d just walked out on Nick standing with a delicious cock in his hand. He looked just as surprised as I did!

“Oh Shit! I am so fucking sorry! It is just...Ehmm...never mind!” He looked ashamed, and tucked his cock away. A really nice long cock. Mmmm!

I walked over to him and turned around to show my finely shaped leather ass for him. I had no heels on either, just my black opaque catsuit. My dark pink nail polish on my toes shone through the black opaque fabric. “What do you think? Does it fit?”

He was almost drooling on himself, and stared.

“I’ll take that as a compliment!”

He shook his head and snapped out of the stare. “I’m sorry...I can't stop staring! You are really an amazing looking girl!”

I smiled “It is ok! I've seen cocks before, and you didn't touch me. We are fine...trust me! What do you think?”

He smiled and loosened up a bit. “Oh my god, yes...it fits perfect on you! And the jacket to! Now let’s see if we can find some shoes for you! Please take a seat!” He found 2 different kinds of boots for me. “You are a size 38, right?”

“Wow. Yes, I am! How did you know?”

“I've done this many times. Give me your feet!” he opened the boot for me and put it on the ground. I stuck out my pantyhose foot for him. He took a hold on my foot and his warm big hands felt nice. He held my foot in his hand and just looked at them. “Those are some very pretty looking feet you’ve got!”

“What is with guys and my feet?” though it felt good! It was just too much sometimes that I couldn't just be me for me. And not be groped on.

“I can only imagine that they think the same as me! You’ve got such amazing feet, that the only place you find feet like yours are in magazines and TV ads! And the fact that you wear pantyhose is a turn-on for many guys!” He guided my feet in each boot.

“Many thanks for the compliment on my feet! So, do pantyhose turn you on?”

His face turned red. “Yes...very much so! But my wife only wears them at parties and gatherings. And my wife doesn't have your pretty feet! Try walking in them!”

I stood up and walked around the area, but they felt very stiff - they weren't really me! “No, sorry...they’re too stiff for me!” I sat down on the bench again, and he pulled the boots off me.

“Oh damn, those pink toes! Man...I could just eat them!”

He put on some high heel motorcycle ankle boots on my feet, with strong Velcro straps. I stood up and walked around a bit.

“Sorry, but you don't want my feet...I’ve been in my heels all day!” I smiled at him. The high heel boots felt so much nicer on my feet. “Yes, these are it! They feel light, and not too high!”

He looked at me. “You look good! Now you’re missing a helmet! If you want the best, you want these ones up here. And a pretty girl like yourself wants to protect that pretty face!”

I looked at them, and my eye caught a black helmet with pink pin-striping on it. I pointed at it. “That one there!”

He laughed “Yes, of course that one! This is a size ‘small’!”

I tried it on, but it was too small.

“Stay here, I think we have other in stock!” And off he went.

I walked around upstairs and waited for Nick to come back. I looked at myself in the mirror and smacked my leather ass. Mmmm! I then opened my jacket. The only thing I had on was the black opaque catsuit under squeezing my tits. I pulled the jacket to each side to reveal my tits even more. I looked so fucking hot in leather pants, high heels, and my jacket. I didn't even hear Nick come up again, but I saw him in the mirror behind me. He was so staring at my tits through the catsuit. I covered up and zipped the jacket closed again. I blushed. “Sorry, I didn't see you! Did you find one?”

He smiled at me “You don't have to apologise for anything, pretty girl. Yeah, we had plenty! I think a medium will fit you! Room for that lovely pink hair of yours!”

I put it on and it fit snugly and nice around my head. “Much better! Can you put an all-black visor on this? Can you put headphones in them?”

“I can do even better! Give me the helmet, I’ll be right back!” He ran down again. I waited on the bench. He came back after 5 minutes. “You just wait and see the helmet! Now I just need to look at the price of the boots...and I think the price is inside of them!”

I took off the boots and handed them to him. He looked inside and out, but there were no prices on them. But he didn't look for a price tag - I saw him staring at my pantyhose feet and just played with my shoes! I giggled inside. “Why don't you just take a picture? That will last longer! He-he!”

He stopped with the shoes and his face turned bright red. “Sorry...I just wanted to see them before you leave. But it would be great if I could take a picture of those pretty, pink, finely shaped toes?”

Mmmm. I smiled “Sure, why not?!”

He sat himself on the floor, pulled out his phone and got real close to my pantyhose feet. I heard the sound of his camera phone go off multiple times. As he did, I did different poses with my pretty hosed feet. I even heard him talking to himself. “My god, yess. Pose those pretty pantyhose toes!” I kept on posing, and he kept taking photos. Then I heard “Mmm...you are a pantyhose-slut?!”

Oh my god! He’d seen my tattoo! Embarrassing! “Hey, stop!”

He looked up at me.

“You’ve seen my tattoo before?”

“Ehm yes! It was so fucking hot! You really are something else! I think a lot of men are dreaming about fucking you!”

I got a bit offended. “What you saying...that I’m a slut? Because I am really not!”

“No, no, no, no! I know the tattoo wasn't for me to see. And I don't mean ‘slut’, like a whore or prostitute. You don't dress like a whore! I don’t know what you call your style. Old school? You know, more vintage like! Old school classy! I don't know what I’m saying! Sorry...I just meant...we all got our ‘slut’ or ‘bad guy’ or whatever you want to call it! I just meant that I think you are a man’s dream girl! Because you really stunning, and you seem very cute, and not uptight...even though you’ve just bought a bike for 74 thousand dollars!”

It felt very heart warming hearing his words, and how he described me - and - he did turn me on a bit! “I can’t believe I’m doing this!”

I stuck my pantyhose feet in front of his nose. His eyes almost fell out of his head. He closed his eyes and just smelled my hosed feet. Nick loved the smell of them. “Oh my god, this is fucking magical!”

I saw his bulge get bigger. “Come on, Nick! Weren’t you the one who said you would eat my pretty pantyhose toes? Then do it!”

He opened his mouth and I pushed my hosed toes inside it. My other foot started caressing his bulge outside his pants. He looked down with eyes wide open. He even made moaning sounds while sucking my toes. My pantyhose toes got more and more wet from his saliva. Mmm, I loved getting my pretty hosed toes sucked!

“Nick, pull out that cock...I wanna see it!”

Without hesitation, he pulled it out. It was long and stiff.

“Mmm...what a lovely cock that is! Suck my other foot, Nick!”

His eyes rolled back in his head with sheer excitement. I placed my soaked foot by his cock, grinding my wet toes up down his shaft. He made little twitches with his body. Mmm, he liked it, and I liked teasing him! We kept on for about 5 minutes. My other pantyhose foot became well soaked.

“Hey, Nick...sit yourself up with your back against the bench!”

He did, and placed his phone on the bench beside me. I swung my leather pants leg over his head, and my cock was right behind his head now, with my legs going down his torso, and my wet pantyhose feet right there at his cock.

“This is so fucking sexy. Yess...those toes!”

I took his phone and started recording from over his head without him knowing it. My wet pantyhose feet curled around his cock and started jerking up and down his long erect cock. “Mmmm...you like that, Nick?”

He kept on looking at how my feet wrapped around his cock and was still amazed. “Oh my god...yes, I do!”

My leather pants had zippers from down each pants leg and up to my knees - it made it easier to get into them. But Nick had unzipped them and was now full-on caressing my pantyhose legs under my pants.

“This is so fucking beautiful. Mmmm! You are beautiful, Victoria!”

I kept on filming my hosed feet around his cock. I grinded my toes on top of his nice cock head, spreading my toes around it, and went on faster and faster.

“Mmmm...are you gonna cum with that hot sperm all over my pretty pantyhose toes?”

That made him pretty close to cumming. “OH Fuck, yess! Let my unload myself on those amazing cute pantyhose feet. AHH!”

He was about to cum, and he really tried to keep the volume down. His cock was throbbing like crazy. I put the recording phone in front of his eyesight and said “You know I used to be guy? I still got my tiny dick. Mmmm, Nick!”

Then his cock ejaculated all over my black opaque pantyhose feet, and even onto my leather pants.

“OH...FUCK...Mmmm Yess!” He was about done cumming. He got up and took some paper towels and started wiping down my leather pants from his cum. He looked at me. “Thanks, Victoria. That was so fucking amazing. I can't believe it!” I smiled at him, and he said “You are the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, Victoria. I don't think I’ve seen a girl more girly than you, in a cool way. You really gave me an experience I’ve only dreamed of or seen in porn. Thank you, Victoria! I mean it! Keep being you!”

I was flattered by his nice words and blushed. He went down to my feet and was about to wipe off that lovely cum off, but I wouldn't have it. “Oh stop it...you’re too kind, Nick. Leave the cum on my feet and put my heels on me!”

“Oh you dirty girl...that is hot! Yes, let me help you on with these pretty boots!”

I felt the cum go in-between my toes as I stepped into the heels. Mmmm, yess! He zipped me closed again by my legs, and down to my boots. He looked at me...

“Beautiful! Let's go down and see if everything is ready!”

We walked downstairs and the helmet was on the counter with the black visor and a little box on the side of the helmet. Nick picked it up.

“So, this s your Bluetooth intercom. And with that, you just pair your phone and you can listen to music, take calls, and get GPS voice direction in your headphones. The best on the market right now! You can hook up others to it as well! If you decide go riding with your dad, you just pair your intercom together, and I believe the range between you is about a 1 km radius. So, a pretty clever system! And of course, the black visor!”

“Wow...that is really cool! I love it...thanks! Oh damn! I totally forgot my other clothes upstairs!”

2 of the salesmen turned and looked astounded at me.

“Hey, don't worry...I’ll go get it!” He was back in no time with my dress, corset, heels, and my leather jacket.

“Oh, I don't know how I’m gonna take that with me! You got a backpack or something?”

“Yeah, sure we do...hold on!”

By now there were some other customers and I could see them looking at me. I don't know if I’ll ever get used to people looking at me. I want to be pretty as the girl I really am. I just can be overwhelmed by all the looks from people, and wondered what they’d say about one. Oh well, that's life! I’d found my true love, and that would never change! Oh Karen, I miss you so!

Nick came back with a cool looking black backpack. “Rain resistant, and a lot of storage, and not too big. Oh yes, you still need some gloves!” He took 2 pairs. “These are the best for summer, and good protection in them. The other here are winter gloves! I guess that's everything!” He folded my clothes for me and put them in the backpack.

“Can I get 2 of those intercom system with me? One for my dad and my friend!”

He stuck his hand over the counter, opened a draw, took 2 of them and put them in my pack as well. I smiled at him.

“Thanks, Nick!” I stuck all my papers in there as well. “So how much do I owe you, Nick?”

“Not now...let's go see if your bike is done!”

I closed my backpack, put it on my back, picked up my helmet, and followed Nick into the workshop again. One of the mechanic’s saw me and his jaw dropped. I smiled, and he pushed his mate. He nodded in my direction and the other one looked as well. Swen saw me and came over...

“Hi. You forgot your purse outside earlier. I just held onto it for you! Here you go, Miss!”

I smiled and said. “Thanks, Swen. Can you stick it in my backpack?” And he did. Swen seemed very calm and didn't say much. “So Swen, are you sure everything is fine with the bike?”

“Yes, Miss!”

“So, do you ride the bike to make sure everything is as it should be?”

He shook his head. “No, miss! This is the most expensive bike we have. I've tightened everything...I’ve checked everything twice, and the exhaust sounds fucking brutal! I wish I could drive this...but this I will never be able to afford!” It was like he got excited just talking about the bike!

I smiled at him, and threw to keys to him - and he caught them. “Take a good test drive. You are the mechanic here!”

I saw his entire face lit up. “Yes, Miss!”

He took his helmet and went out to the bike. He stared at the bike for a few seconds. He got on it, turned the ignition and pressed the start button. Oh my god...the sound that came out of that beautiful machine was amazing! Like lightning and thunder! Just the way I heard it the first time I saw this bike! I got goose bumps! Yes, this is my bike now! And off he went.

“That was really sweet of you, Victoria! He is my trusty mechanic, and loves Italian bikes! And he’s wanted to try since the day it got here!”

“I could tell! He seems nice...So modest! Hey, Nick...what about the gear, helmet, gloves...not to forget about the intercom? I don't want to leave things odd between us! I’d rather pay!”

He smiled and looked at me. “Don’t worry, girl. You bought the bike...everything else is a gift from me! You made one of fantasies real with those pretty cum-covered toes...and a nice video to watch late at night when the missus is in bed! So please accept them. Everything is cool from my side!”

I hugged Nick. He was a really decent nice guy.

“Thank you so much, Nick...I really appreciate it! Who knows...maybe I’ll need another bike someday?!”

We both laughed, and we kept talking for 10 minutes. Then you could hear the Desmo come back. He turned the bike for me and left it running for me. He came over to me and hugged me tightly - we had to speak a big loudly because of the bike. “Thanks for the chance to ride it. That is a fucking brutal machine...I love it. And I’m sure a girl like you will love it as well! Just be careful out there. Thanks again for letting me ride it!”

“No problem. When shall I come back for a service on the bike?”

“Around 1500 km. Then you just come back...I'll take good care of it. Bye!”

I took my helmet. “Bye!” I seated myself on the bike. It felt so fucking amazing between my legs.
Nick came over. “Take care, Victoria, and drive safe, hun!”

“Thanks, Nick...Bye!”

I took a detour back to our house. I loved the fucking bike. The raw power was staggering. The bike didn't like slow speeds, and that took a little time to get used to, but everything else was sublime. The brakes just took one finger to operate. The speed was impressive, and the bike was so light, you could eat corners with this Desmo. This was everything, and more. This is ‘the one’, bike. I