Biker Babe

Chapter 1 (Pic of Harley)

Chapter 1

Ryan's POV

The summer air was hot and humid. My bright red Converse chucks slapping the concrete pavement. I just came back from interviews with other potential jobs and was now heading towards the next. Kate has been riding my ass to get a second one so I can replace her ring (the one I got her is too small for her liking) and the wedding.

The neighborhood was decorated in graffiti and trash. As I passed a man that stunk of alcohol, two prostitutes stepped in my way. They both had caked on makeup and looked about twenty-two.

There was one dark brown skin girl who was sporting a black eye and a fake diamond stud on her upper lip. A fake, yellow mop of a wig sat on the top of her big head. She was wearing a dirty grey tank top that showed her floppy red bra, a short black pleather skirt, and some floppy, dirty pink flip flops.

The other girl had ghostly pale skin that had smudges of orange; I think an attempt of self tanning. Her hair was a mousey brown with shitty pale high-lights in them. She was wearing a long sleeved, black mesh top over a purple bikini top. Her pale legs, which were covered in scars, were covered in a pair of jean short shorts and fish-net stockings that had holes in them. She dragged her cigarette up to her face, careful to not touch the cut on her lip.

"Hay babe, aren't you a cutie." The white girl said, blowing smoke in my face.

"Baby why don't we cut you a deal, both of us for free." The black girl purred in my ear, making a shiver go down my spine.

They must have mistaken the shiver as a sign of pleasure not disgust because the black girl was now slithering her arms around my neck and nibbling on my neck and the white girl was slowly moving her acrylic talons down to my pants. Gross.

"I uh um yea, I ha-have a fian-fiance." I stuttered out. I heard a motorcycle pull up but thought nothing of it.

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her."  The black girl purred in my ear again. The white girl jerking my brown belt towards her. By now my arms were out to the sides and in the air, so I wouldn't touch them.

"We-well I-I have go-got no mon-money." hoping that that would get them away.

"What part of 'free' don't you get?" The white girl said rolling her eyes.

"Star! Candy! Get away from the poor guy before I tell your pig of a pimp that you’re not making any money." a voice that was deep yet feminine said. I turned around best as I could with two girls hanging off me to see a girl that was unzipping her leather jacket to reveal a v-cut, army green shirt that showed just enough cleavage, tight skinny jeans, and old, beat up navy blue Converse. As she took off her helmet she shook out her long black hair. She looked about 20. Her bright green eyes made contact with mine before looking away and swinging her long legs off her bike. She took long strides towards us before she stopped right in front. The girls finally off me.

"You wouldn't."

"Oh but you see, I would." The girl said not glancing at me.

Star and Candy grumbled as they left but not before winking at me and flicking their tongue out in what they thought was in a sexy motion.

Sticking my hand out I said, “Hey, I'm Ryan. Thanks for saving me."

"Don't thank me. I didn't do it for you; those girls are a menace to society. Just 'cause they are their pimp's bottom bitches doesn't mean they own the damn neighborhood." she said completely ignoring me.

"Oh." I said dropping my arm while she swung her leg over her bike, I realized she didn't tell me her name, "Hey what's your name?"

Putting her helmet on and slipping the front part down so I couldn't see her face because of the tint, she said, "Doesn't matter." revving her bike, she sped down the street.

Walking down the street to where the shop was suppose to be I continued to think about that girl, wondering what her name was. I was finally here. I looked up from the ground to see a junkyard filled with cars and bike parts. Maybe I wasn't at the right address. I looked down to the paper and then back up to the numbers, yep right place.

Walking in more I saw a small garage building with nothing but bikes in it. Walking in closer I saw a girl bent down, working on a bike. It was the same girl as before. Before I didn't really have time to appreciate her looks, her butt was nice and round, making my mouth water in lust. Her shirt was riding up ever so little, but enough for me to see a word tattooed in cursive on her lower back. Resilient...

"Done checking out my ass?" She said startling me and making me come out of my trance with her ass as she stood up. Turning around she said," Oh you. What do you want? Are you following me or something?"

"What? Oh, um no I'm here for the job? Or am I at the wrong place?"

Her eyes went wide."You're at the wrong place." she growled.

"No he isn't." a rough, wise voice said coming into the room with heavy footsteps. A man about fifty came in, he had a short, scruffy beard, a slight beer belly and kind eyes that seemed like he had seen many things. Turning towards me and sticking his hand out for me to shake, he said," Hi I'm Bobby. Don't mind Harley there. She doesn't like car people."

Raising one eyebrow I said, "Oh well, um I'm Ryan." Giving him a firm handshake.

"Hey Bobby can I talk with you for a moment?" Harley said through clenched teeth, obviously digging her nails into his arm and pulled him away into another room.

I took the time while they were yelling at each other to take in the place. There was small radio that was playing Led Zeppelin in the corner, a row of dirty tool boxes on one wall, a wall dedicated to photos of the workers and bikes, and bikes scattered everywhere. There were three doors, one that would lead to the bathroom and the other to a closet I assume and another door that led to where Bobby and Harley went into. I stepped closer to the wall with pictures, admiring them. It was filled with pictures of smiling people next to their bikes; I think they were pictures of them on road trips. One picture really caught my attention though. It was of Harley, but she was much younger, and two other men that looked like her, all smiling and hugging each other.

"Hey!" I heard someone growl at me, making me turn away from the picture. “Come in here. You got the interview."

A wide grin spread over my face.

"And don't smile like that!" She said turning around and stomping back to the room.

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