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Biker Bitch
By
Michele Nylons
Chapter Six: Control Top
"So down to business," Cassie said as she lay in Dale's arms.
"You know as a prospect I ran dope with the Devil Dogs MC?"
"Sure. We work with the Devils on a couple of things that are of mutual
benefit." Dale blew smoke at the ceiling.
"Well while I was in hiding in Mexico I ran junk for Diego Martinez for a
while. I made some good cash. But I also found out the Dogs were short-
changing the Beasts." Cassie lit her own cigarette.
Dale turned sideways and rested his head on his hand; Cassie had his full
attention.
"We're fifty-fifty on everything we do together with the Devil Dogs;
that's the deal," Dale said, his tone quite serious.
"They're undercutting us and they have other business with the Medici
Cartel that we are not getting anything from," Cassie continued.
"Look; the Dogs know me from when I was Cameron and Diego knows me as
Cassie and he knows he can trust me. I'm proposing that Steve Monahan
second me to the Devil Dogs for a while to work with them. I'll find
more about how those fuckers are screwing us and how we make a sting on
them," Cassie proposed.
Dale pulled Cassie over on her side so she faced him.
"This sounds fucking dangerous Cassie. I'm not sure I'm going to go for
it." Dale looked her in the eye.
Cassie got angry.
"I'm not some piece of pussy for you to use Dale. I'm a patch-holder
with the Beasts of Burden and I need to earn just like the rest of the
club members. Those fuckers in the Devil Dogs will behave just like you,
thinking I'm some cooze who can be walked over or ignored; I'll get in
there deep and they will be the ones fucked over," Cassie snapped back at
Dale.
"Just make the proposition to Steve or I'll do it myself," Cassie
continued.
Cassie sat up and got out of bed.
"I'm taking a shower. You can wash my stink off you at home." Cassie
turned away from Dale and strode to the bathroom.
"Fucking women!" Dale shook his head and reached for his clothes.
Cassie crossed the border at Tijuana and rode east to Mexicali. She had
panniers hitched to the sides of her ride with some clothes, personal
items, and the FBI pelican case with the surveillance equipment inside.
Her mind was racing as she approached the outskirts of Mexicali and the
Devil Dogs temporary clubhouse.
She rode up to the clubhouse, killed the engine, put her bike on its
stand and took off her helmet and shook out her hair. The shingle out
front of the building had the stylised emblem of a German Shepherd with a
devil's tail, holding a pitchfork; Cassie had always though the Devil
Dogs patch was corny.
The sound of her bike had roused a couple of bikers from the clubhouse.
Most of the devil Dogs were Latinos and they looked at her with outright
scorn.
One of the Devil Dogs stepped down off the stoop and approached Cassie,
looking her up and down. He was Latino, with a Mustachio Pete moustache
and a beer gut hanging down over his belt.
"You're the putta the Beasts of Burden have sent to us? We've heard of
you. You got a dick hidden in those tight jeans I heard. And you wear a
pull patch! Fucking disgrace. I ought to bend you over that tricked out
sled and fuck you up the ass right here," he chuckled and looked back at
his brothers and grinned, seeking their approval.
Cassie twisted her head and rubbed at the knot in her neck. It had been
a long ride.
"Well why don't you come over and fuck me then fatso; that's if you can
find your teeny-weeny wiener under that lard." Cassie tossed her hair and
opened her legs slightly in a fighter's stance.
The Devil Dog realised he might have bitten off more than he could chew
and his brothers on the stoop moved forward to watch; their interest
piqued.
The fat Latino biker began to sweat. He could see that this chick was
lithe and muscled; she would be fast and strong.
"I'll let you go this time bitch; I got better things to do," the biker
said his voice faltering.
He turned his back and began to walk away.
The brothers on the stoop were not impressed and let him know with their
disapproving glares.
"Fuck that fatso; I ain't finished with you. Come on and take me, you
pussy!" Cassie yelled.
The biker knew he had no choice and he turned and ran at Cassie hoping to
catch her by surprise. She simply stepped aside and tripped the fat
biker up, pulling him down on his back in the dust. Cassie leapt on him
and pulled the Gerber Guardian Tanto knife from her boot and put it to
his sweaty throat.
The fat Latino swallowed; fear in his eyes. He looked up and saw no
emotion in Cassie's eyes at all.
Diego Martinez came out of the clubhouse and stood on the stoop and
surveyed the scene. He began to clap slowly and the other bikers joined
him.
"Let him up Cassandra. You've taught him what he needs to know," Diego
called across the dusty carpark.
Cassie turned her head towards Diego Martinez and then tuned back to the
Mustachio Pete. She smiled at him viciously and whipped the knife across
his throat.
A thin line of blood appeared; but it was only a flesh wound.
The biker pissed his pants and cried out.
Cassie guffawed in his face and got off him. She wiped her knife on his
jacket and slid it back in her boot holster.
"Hello Diego." She smiled at Diego Martinez.
"Hello Cassandra. You making friends as usual." Diego grinned and waved
at her to come on over to the clubhouse.
The brothers of The Devil Dogs parted and let Cassie pass; she left
behind a scintilla of perfume and they all looked at her tight ass in
those black skinny jeans as she walked between them. Cassie felt their
gaze and spun on her heels.
"Boo!" she feigned reaching for her knife and they all flinched.
Cassie sniggered and went through the door into the clubhouse.
Diego poured two shots of tequila and gave one to Cassie. They clinked
glasses and skulled the shots and then he poured two more which they
sipped.
"Hey Miguel; come meet Cassie," Diego called.
A tall, tanned, handsome Latino came from out of a back room. He had a
thin scar running down his left cheek and was muscled and wore his
colours proudly. As well as his club patch he wore Men of Mayhem and a
Sargent at Arms patches. His hair was long and dark and he was heavily
tattooed. His blue eyes were striking, contrasting with his dark
complexion.
Diego poured Miguel a shot as he approached and stopped short of them
both and looked Cassie up and down. It was not predatory or sexual, he
was assessing her as an adversary, assessing her strengths and weaknesses
and Cassie appreciated that he was treating her like an equal.
He pointed his chin at her Men of Mayhem patch, held out his drink in
salutation, and skulled it.
Diego took the bottle of tequila and led them to a table at the back of
the clubhouse bar.
"Miguel Rodriguez this is Cassandra Rivers. Cassie this is Miguel." He
made the introductions and they nodded at each other and drank.
A prospect came over and put a six pack of beer in a tub of ice on the
table and Cassie gratefully took one and downed it in three swallows.
"Thirsty work riding from LA to Mexicali; and then having to fight Fat
Louis eh?" Miguel chuckled.
They all laughed and took a beer.
"You rode with us before when you were a prospect for the Beasts," Miguel
commented.
"Yeah. I looked a little different then." Cassie smiled in a non-
committal way.
"Hey. You don't get to wear that patch unless you earned it and I just
saw you handle yourself; I don't care about gender or sexuality and all
that PC shit. Everyone for themselves. I just want to deal with honest,
genuine people," Miguel said.
Cassie tipped her beer at him and smiled.
"Of course it helps if they're pretty, have a great rack, a tight ass,
and can fight like a ninja," Miguel joked.
"Back atcha." Cassie smiled.
The ice was broken and they all laughed.
Miguel stood and picked up the bottle of tequila and nodded at his
prosect to bring more beer and the three of them retired to the back
room.
Cassie checked that the small microphone and camera hidden in two of the
buttons of her Cut were clear so they could record the conversation. The
surveillance equipment was so small that it had a wifi link to a receiver
about the size of a small USB flash-drive hidden in the bottom of her
package of Marlboro Menthol Lights to record the video and audio.
"Ok lets cut to it," Diego said as soon as the probie left.
He poured more shots to go with their ice cold beers.
"The Beasts of Burden have sent one of their best and the Devil Dogs have
their Master at Arms here so this isn't any penny ante shit," Diego
continued.
"The Medici's want the next run to be a real payday. We have modified a
truck with a false bottom that can carry one hundred kilos of product and
a false panel in the back, behind which will be concealed twenty sweet
little things that will fetch between thirty and fifty thousand dollars
each on the market in the USA."
Miguel whistled.
"That's a lot of product and skin to have in one package," he speculated.
Cassie interjected.
"Hey! The Beasts have been good to you guys. Helping you bring in
product and storing it for you to distribute but we haven't seen any
reward for the girls." Cassie made the case for the Beasts as she had
been directed to do.
"It has been remiss of us; we saw the people smuggling as a specialty
line but in this case we go half in the dividends," Miguel said and took
a long pull on his beer.
"So how does this go down?" Cassie asked.
"We run a diversion. The Beasts and the Devils will each give up a
prospect who is willing to do small time. The prospects will get caught
at the border crossing with just under a kilo of high quality weed. The
Border Guards will go apeshit and start blowing each other as usual when
they make the sting. But our truck will be next in line and will most
likely be ignored," Diego explained.
"I want the Beasts and the Dogs providing protection from Mexicali to
Tijuana and then from the border crossing to the two stash houses; one
house for the dope and one house for the girls."
"Seems simple enough." Cassie downed a shot.
"It's just like a normal run but with a diversion and of course a huge
score in the truck. I'm not really happy about having the girls and the
dope in the same rig," Miguel mused and spun his shot glass on the table.
"Fuck Miguel! It's easy money and if we prove this works we treble our
profit with every load," Diego laughed.
"Ok. We're all in then." Miguel downed his shot.
"Well I'm beat and I gotta call back to my guys and get a possie down
here. Is there anywhere decent in this shithole to stay?" Cassie asked.
"I got a two room apartment five klicks down the road. It's quiet and
it's safe." Miguel spread his hands.
"Hey I'd like to help you Cassie but I gotta get back to Mister Medici
and report our progress in person," Diego apologised.
"Ok Speedy Gonzales. Looks like I'm staying at your crib but no funny
business ok?" Cassie smiled at Miguel.
"Hey Cassandra; mi casa es su casa." Miguel smiled back.
"Then we are agreed then. We make this happen. Salud." Diego poured
three shots and they clicked glasses and skulled them.
Cassie followed Miguel and they pulled into a small block of apartments
about fifteen minutes from the clubhouse. The courtyard had a
presentable cactus garden and a small pool in which three brats were
splashing.
Cassie was exhausted and followed Miguel up a flight of stairs to the
second floor. They entered a small, well maintained apartment and Miguel
showed Cassie to the neat second bedroom. She dropped her panniers and
her backpack, locked the door, kicked off her boots, shucked off her
jeans and jacket and collapsed on the bed.
She awoke with sunlight streaming in through the window; the room was
warming up. It took her a few seconds to register where she was. She
was lying on a strange bed wearing only tan control-top pantyhose and a
spandex-cotton blend short-sleeved T-shirt. The pantyhose helped her
shimmy into the skintight jeans and leathers she like to wear, which had
become her trademark. They also helped her tuck and she could often get
away without a gaff.
Cassie sat on the edge of the bed and shook her head, the long ride, the
fighting, the beer and tequila had taken their toll. She got up and went
to the door, opened it a crack and saw no movement. She padded down the
hallway and was just outside the bathroom when Miguel came out shrouded
in a cloud of steam.
They were both surprised and jumped a little. They smiled at each other
gave each other the once over. Miguel was naked except for a white towel
around his waist, he was dark-skinned and well muscled; he had the
obligatory biker tattoos and fair share of scars on his body to match the
thin scar running down his left cheek. His long black hair was still wet
and hung to his shoulders, small droplets of water sparkled in the
morning light before dropping onto his shoulder.
Cassie smiled up at him coyly, acutely aware that her hair was
dishevelled, her makeup smudged and that she was dressed only in
pantyhose and T-shirt.
Miguel extended a finger and lightly touched the dark band of her control
top where it joined the sheer nylon on her leg.
"Not many women wear nylons nowadays," he commented, his voice dry.
"I like them and almost always wear them. These are just cheap ones I
wear under my jeans and leathers," Cassie replied, her voice also raspy.
"I like the contrast in the colour and the way they feel." His fingers
began to stroke her nyloned thigh.
"Most guys prefer stockings," Cassie whispered.
"Oh I like those too." Miguel had now placed his big hand on her thigh
and was massaging it.
Cassie gasped.
She looked up into his deep blue eyes and saw the wantonness there. She
opened her lips slightly; and licked her 'everlast' lipstick to give it a
sheen.
Miguel bought his other hand into play and he cupped her pert behind. He
gently squeezed her buttocks eliciting another gasp from Cassie.
Cassie reached for the towel around Miguel's waist and pulled it free.
It dropped to the floor and his enormous erection sprang free.
Miguel pulled Cassie into him so that his phallus slid snugly between her
thighs and rubbed on her crotch. Cassie closed her legs around the hard
member and leaned forward. Miguel placed both his hands on her buttocks
and pulled her close to him so that her body pressed against his.
"I haven't showered," Cassie whispered apologetically.
Miguel leaned down and kissed her, holding her close. He tightly gripped
her buttocks so that she could rock and forth on the balls of her feet.
Cassie melted in his embrace and slid her tongue into his mouth and put
her arms around his muscled torso. She was becoming aroused and her
erection was painful, pushed under her groin, trapped by the control-top.
Miguel's cock was rubbing against it through the nylon; her thighs
guiding it as he thrust in and out of them.
"You like that?" Miguel whispered.
Cassie nodded.
"Do you?" Cassie replied.
"Mmm," was Miguel's reply.
Miguel tightened his grip under her buttocks and lifted her off her feet
and Cassie instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist; he sighed as
her silken-hosed legs rubbed on his torso.
Cassie wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him as Miguel spun
around and pressed her back against the wall; his hands under her thighs
taking the weight. He lunged backwards and forwards, pressing his
erection against her pantyhosed crotch.
Miguel surprised Cassie when he took a hand off her thigh and reached
between her legs. He freed her erection from under her groin so that it
lay upwards, still encased the gauzy control-top.
"Better?" he grinned, his cock pushing against hers through the layer of
diaphanous fabric.
"Mmm," it was Cassie's turn to respond with just a sigh.
They kissed and rubbed against each other, Cassie's nylons becoming wet
with their pre-seminal fluid. Cassie held onto Miguel who pressed her
against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist as he humped at her.
"This is lovely I could come like this," he whispered in Cassie's ear.
"Mmm," Cassie responded, she too was not far from ejaculation.
"But I'm not going to," Miguel chuckled.
He let go of Cassie's thighs and her feet fell to the floor. Before she
had time to be disappointed Miguel spun her around so that she was facing
the wall, his weight pressing her flat against it. His cock nestled
between her buttocks and poked at her sphincter.
Cassie gasped and wriggled her buttocks in encouragement. Miguel snaked
a hand between their bodies, his finger snagging the gusset of her
pantyhose; he tore a hole just big enough to get his cock through.
He wet his cock with spittle and poked it through the hole and pressed it
on Cassie's sphincter.
"Ok?" he whispered in her ear.
Cassie's reply was to push her buttocks back against him, forcing the
glans of his cock inside her sphincter. Miguel held it there; letting
his precum leak inside her, lubricating her.
Cassie screamed with both pain and delight as Miguel's huge thick cock
slowly penetrated her. He pushed it all the way until his groin pressed
against her buttocks. Cassie was panting, bearing the pain and the
pleasure.
"Ok?" he whispered again.
Again Cassie pushed back against him encouraging him to fuck her which he
did with long slow strokes.
His precum was now providing enough lubrication so that Cassie could
enjoy the enormous cock filling her ass. It felt so wonderful and it's
girth prodded at her prostate and stimulated the delicate nerves around
her sphincter. She wriggled her backside to further stimulate Miguel and
he growled his appreciation.
Cassie turned her head sideways so that Miguel could kiss her. He kissed
her hard and passionately as he thrust his cock in and out of her tight
anus. He held her by the hips against the wall and began to violently
fuck Cassie who screamed with lust and desire.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried as her orgasm approached.
Cassie leaned against the wall and thrust her buttocks out; Miguel
gripped her thighs even tighter as he pounded his cock in and out of her,
making 'thwok, thwok, thwok' sounds in the still house. He pressed a
hand on Cassie's cock and squeezed it through the sheer panty and drove
himself deep inside her and came. Pulsing jets of hot semen filled her
ass. Cassie orgasmed and Miguel stroked and squeezed her, milking her of
her cum.
They both shuddered with desire as they orgasmed; Cassie wriggled her ass
violently against Miguel's groin and pushed back hard as he pulled her to
him and squeezed the last of her load from her cock.
When they were both sated Miguel kissed her and reluctantly let his cock
withdraw from her tight ass. A rivulet of cum ran from Cassie's
sphincter and soaked into her nylons. Miguel spun her around and kissed
her again. Cassie put her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
After a long passionate kiss Cassie was acutely aware that she had an
unwashed body, un-brushed teeth, cummy nylons, and that her ass was
leaking semen. She needed to shower badly.
She gently pushed Miguel away to arms distance and then disengaged. She
turned towards the bathroom.
"Where do you think you're going?" Miguel growled playfully.
"I stink! I need a shower," Cassie replied.
"I haven't finished with you yet," Miguel chuckled.
He reached out and picked Cassie up and threw her over his shoulder.
"Put me down you big lunk!" Cassie flailed at him and kicked her legs in
the air, pretending to fight.
Miguel was striding down the hallway towards her bedroom.
"I'm going to. And then I'm going to fuck you again," Miguel laughed.
"Well only if you insist," Cassie laughed.
Miguel tossed Cassie on the bed and she squealed. He grabbed her ankles
and pulled her down on the bed and fell on top of her and began to kiss
her. She kissed him back and wrapped her legs around him. They were
both becoming hard again, their cocks chafing through Cassie's semen-
soaked pantyhose.
Cassie's iphone began to buzz on the bedside table and she reached out to
get it.
"Leave it," Miguel grunted, his voice filled with lust.
He reached out to grab but it fell from his grasp, his fingers sliding
across the face of the phone. The phone fell to the floor and Natalie
Styles was able to listen to the two of them making love before she
finally hung up, smiling.
Showered and changed into clean clothes Cassie called Natalie and gave
her a sitrep.
"I'll send you details in an email but the way I see this going down is
you wait for us to get across the border. The truck is going to take a
secondary road about five miles across the border and then detour down a
dirt road, if you set up there you should be able take us all down,"
Cassie said.
"What about the Beasts of Burden Cassie? We can take the Devil Dogs but
how do we not take your guys as well?" Natalie asked.
"Well I have a plan for that," Cassie said.
Cassie explained her plan to Natalie who thought Cassie was a genius.
"Look I've got everything under control. I'll send you the details of
the truck and the route in the email. I've got recordings of the Dogs
doing the deal with Diego Martinez and the Medici Cartel and I've have
video too but I propose we let Diego escape. I can do another deal with
him and work him for a another sting. This time you take out the Devil
Dogs and then we go after bigger fish," Cassie proposed.
"Well aren't you just the little plotter and schemer?" Natalie said
sarcastically.
"All jokes aside you're right Cassie. We roll with your plan," Natalie
conceded.
"What about Miguel Rodriguez Cassie? You two seem to be hitting it off
pretty well." Cassie could hear the taunt in Natalie's tone.
"The fucking iphone!" Cassie sighed.
"Yeah the fucking iphone," Natalie laughed.
"Miguel Rodriguez is a good fuck but he's still buckwheat; he's
collateral damage," Cassie said lighting a Marlboro.
"And Dale Clifford?" Natalie mused.
"Sorry, I'm entering a tunnel...I'm losing you," Cassie chuckled.
"Fuck you Miss Rivers," Natalie laughed.
"Not a chance Miss Styles." Cassie killed the call.
Five members of the Beasts of Burden arrived that afternoon, one of them
was a prospect who knew he was going to prison today. There were eight
Devil Dogs including Miguel Rodriguez, who gave the briefing.
"You two Probies will be carrying these." Miguel put two bricks of high-
grade marijuana on the bar.
"The drug dogs at the border will go apeshit when they smell that shit
and you'll get pulled out of line and because you're bikers those numbnut
Customs agents will gather around you like flies on shit. The truck
should then get waved through. It helps that a couple of the Customs
agents are on the take," Miguel grinned.
Cassie's ears pricked up; this was the first she knew of this.
"We keep going on the highway until we get to the turnoff, we follow that
for five miles then we turn right on a dirt road for a couple of miles
and we get to the first stash house. We unload the girls there and then
get the fuck out of there to the second stash house two blocks from the
Beasts of Burden clubhouse and unload the drugs. It's a long ride so
take it easy," Miguel cautioned.
"I'll be Road Captain and ride out front; the two sacrificial prospects
will ride ahead of me when we approach the border. You guys will ride in
two packs, one ahead and one behind the truck and the cage which Diego
Martinez will be driving. Cassie rides tail gunner in case we get
trouble from behind. Ok?" Miguel explained.
Everyone nodded.
"One other thing. I've got a kilo of C4 explosive under that truck wired
to a remote detonator. If it all goes to shit I'm going to blow that
truck so there is no evidence to speak of." Miguel grinned evilly.
"What about the driver?" one of the bikers asked.
"Doesn't know and never will. He'll give his life for the cause; now
saddle up lady and gentlemen, we got a long ride ahead of us," Miguel
ordered.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Cassie hissed as she followed the convoy.
She had no way of warning Natalie about the bomb under the truck.
Cassie had recorded Miguel giving directions to the team and she had a
go-pro camera hidden in the visor of her helmet. But the bomb! What was
she going to do about the bomb!
The plan went like clockwork and the two prospects got nailed at the
border as expected and the truck and the car with Diego at the wheel
rolled through. The bikers were pulled over as usual because they were
wearing their colours but they fully expected to be sent on their way
once the Border guards had bullshitted them a bit.
The Beasts and Dogs pulled over in a bunch and the Border guard motioned
for them to kill their engines.
"What the fuck man!" Miguel complained pulling off his helmet.
"Hey we got wants and warrants for two male Beasts of Burden bikers. You
guys wearing Devil Dogs colours can leave, so can that chick; but we're
checking these five riders out for felonies. Hang around if you want but
it could take a while," the Border guard grinned.
"Mother fucker!" Miguel hissed.
"I can call ahead and get the truck to pull over." Cassie reached for her
iphone, hoping to text Natalie after she'd made the call.
"Hey! No fucking phones! You know better than that!" Miguel said
angrily.
"Looks like you Beast of Burden motherfuckers are shit out of luck today.
Us Devil Dogs will escort the truck, Cassie takes up tail gunner again
and you guys catch up when these Customs motherfuckers have finished
screwing with you." Miguel pulled down his visor and kicked over his
ride.
Cassie shrugged her shoulders at her five compatriots and fired up her
Super Glide. She followed the Devil Dogs through the border crossing and
found the truck and Diego waiting for them at the nearest rest stop.
"At least that part of the plan worked," Cassie said to herself.
Cassie had got Natalie to get the FBI to arrange with Customs to stop the
Beasts of Burden Bikers at the border crossing and hold them up so they
wouldn't get caught in the sting.
As the convoy approached the dirt road to the safe house Cassie had
devised a risky plan which she didn't think had much chance of success
but it was all she had.
As they came around the bend Cassie saw the flashing lights of the FBI
vehicles forming a roadblock and she eased the Glock G43 9mm pistol from
inside her jacket. She accelerated as fast as she could past the sedan
Diego was driving, past the truck, past the other bikers, and caught up
with Miguel Martinez just as he skidded to a stop and reached inside his
jacket and pulled out the remote control squib for the bomb.
When Cassie pulled up beside him he turned to face her and she saw the
look of betrayal on his face.
Cassie shot him twice in the head and turned around and went back to the
car being driven by Diego Martinez.
"It's a fucking trap Diego! Miguel and the Dogs have sold us out. Quick
get on the back!" Cassie screamed through the window.
Diego looked confused but he soon recovered. He looked down the road and
saw men and women in combat gear and armour wearing blue vests and
jackets with yellow FBI logos on them advancing on the truck with drawn
weapons. He leapt out of the car.
"You're riding bitch," Cassie said, meaning he was to get on the bike
behind her.
Diego leapt on the back of the big Harley Davidson and hung on as Cassie
gunned the bike and took off down the road.
The FBI agents advanced on the truck and the Devil Dogs who were too
stunned to do anything other than sit on their bikes and put their hands
in the air. One of the agents took a bead on Cassie and Natalie put out
a hand and forced him to lower his weapon.
"That's the one that got away." She crushed out her cigarette under her
Christian Louboutin and immediately lit another one.
"How the fuck do you even work in the field with those fuck-off highheels
and that fucking chain smoking?" the agent sounded exasperated.
"Years of practice my boy. Years of practice," Natalie grinned.
She watched Cassie disappear around a bend in cloud of a dust with Diego
Martinez hanging on for dear life.
"Biker Bitch indeed," she smiled to herself.
To be continued.
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