Biker girl

 It was a shady bar. They had some country music playing. Why was I there ? I don’t know. Loud ruffians were sitting on tables drinking their light beer and shouting at each other. I was watching the basketball game sipping my beer in peace. Then it happened, door opened and in walks an ethereal beauty, black jacket , black hair , black jeans - gorgeous face , brown eyes.  Strikingly beautiful. The slow motion walk of this gorgeous woman was highlighted by her red lips. Lipstick that bold is a tale of past after it got co opted by prostitues but here it contrasted from her gothic badass leather chic. She held the helmet with disdain. She was packing so much more weight that a girl of her height which was also decent, would in general. Her jeans worked hard to stay on her thunderous thighs. No use of looking for the calves as the boots covered them. The most noticeable feature in her was her chest tattoo and just what was peaking out of that jacket. She wore a crop top or sports bra, also black underneath that and a spider web tattoo started on her pecs went through her bra and probably under before coming out. On her abdomen and her abdomen … counting was never this easy . It was 8 defined solid abs dancing as she walked. I let down a gulp and stood up as she walked by me and went to the bar.

I caught my breadth as she sat down and ordered some neat bourbon. A drink I was would not have ordered given how much it burns. Her voice was so feminine. She lit a cigarette as she sat and enjoyed her drink. I was so conflicted . Her magnetism was drawing me but I didn’t wanna disturb her. I was not even looking for a girl. I just don’t know - I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was smoking so peacefully and sipping her drink with a singular expression. She was relaxed . I didn’t wanna disturb her , even sitting down her frame looked massive. I took a deep breath and looked away from her . I looked towards the tv and I got into almost a day dream. All I could see was her abs everywhere , I had this - almost day dream of me on a bed on my back and she on me. Me looking up at her abs as we make love and her blowing smoke over my face. I got interrupted by the bartender asking if I want another drink , I said yes . I was in love ? Or crush ? Or just wanted to be her bitch or something. I dunno , I had to talk to her . I took a long sip of my beer and gathered enough actual and liquid courage to go approach her. I got up and ran into one of those hooligan ruffians who pushed me back. Rude jerk also called me an asshole and I kept quite. I didn’t wanna apologize as it’s not my fault. He asked me to loudly and got his stinky face  really close to mine. I moved away and saw her looking intently taking a long drag. This was my movement, I have to fight this drunk to earn her respect. 

The guy rudely pushed me. I made a closed fist and sucker punched him. He went down and my hand hurt, I massaged as I saw her giggling. He was up in a second and swung at me two times, I dodged it successfully. He grabbed by shirt and pulled it tearing it a bit to hold me in my place and threw a punch straight at my nose. My eyes watered as another came and sent me down on the floor. With my shirt he grabbed me up and was about to punch again. He had these rings that made my nose bleed. His arm stopped in tracks as he got pulled away from me. Biker girl had him by his elbow and said “pick on someone your own size and made a punch and hit him so hard , he spat out and turned around and fell next to me on his face cold. She gave me her hand and I took it and she kinda bicep curled me up. She looked at my hurt hand and smiled and said “this is how you make a punch, tough guy” and showed me how thumb is supposed to be outside . It was sweet even romantic. I couldn’t help but notice her tattoos peaking out but her nails were so well done. The 3 burly guys bigger than the one she took down stood behind her, she was tall but they were 6’4-6’5 ish large men . I was intimidated. 

She took her jacket off as the bartender poured her a whiskey shot. She was jacked and had full sleeve of tattoo over . Her shoulders were so round and dents all over. She downed the whiskey shot and gestured with her long feminine finger for burly men to attack. Her back muscles were so big. She was ripped. He stepped in and she threw a punch straight in his face, and punched the other guys neck , she grabbed the punched guy’s neck like a lion and forced him to tilt back . The neck guy came to resume as she brutally kicked his thigh . Not letting go of the guys neck, she kicked another in the head with her giant boot and punched a guy in his balls. The two were circling her with caution as their friend struggled in her arm. She got him down to his knee and pushed him on his hands , using him as a stepping stool , she launched in air kneeing a guys face knocking him down cold, she came back to the guy she stepped on and kicked his face. He was also cold and she victoriously stepped her boot on his face intimidating the only guy standing. 

The guy who she knocked down first gained consciousness and started getting up. I didn’t know what to do . She engaged with the other standing guy , even took a hit and laughed it off . I never understand these people. She grabbed his hand and punched him more . She had him in the corner and was giving him a full work up of punishment. The guy she knocked out first was now on his feet approaching her from behind with a broken bottle. I sprung in action and took a chair and attacked him on his back . Chair didn’t break and he didn’t fall but got conscious of me. Biker girl beat that guy up until he couldn’t fight and just fell in that corner when she looked back . She came in and went low digging her shoulder in back of his knee. She grabbed him with her tough tattooed arms around his legs and lifted that giant fat man up. He clearly weighed more than 240 lbs easy. She held him really high for a second and dropped him behind her . He fell on his friend and got knocked out. The bottle knife he made fell from his hand. He still had some consciousness. She blew hair off her face and went back and kicked the guy in the face. They were out cold.

It was cold. I was shivering from near death experience. She was slightly sweaty but looked so hot. Her muscles were rippling. She came near me as I shivered more. She was in a bra and me in torn shirt . I handed her jacket to her and she put it around me. She pulled me close with the collar of her own jacket and kissed me really deep. I got weak in my feet but felt super supported by her arms around me. When we broke , I said “ I am sam”, she said she’s “Katie”. With that she picked me up in front lift and kiss me more as she walked me to a corner. We made out with no words for a long time. The bartender kept on bringing her drinks and she drank em like shots. I took some too and made out with her. Soon we moved to the bathroom and had some standing sex. I had intense orgasm as I kissed her chest and licked the sweat off her chest and abs. She was so strong but she did let me take some leads. We walked out of there together and I was heading to my car but I couldn’t let go of her hand as we walked to her bike instead . It was cold and she folded her arms around her bra. I just got super self conscious and took her jacket off me and put it on her. I didn’t realize I was wearing her jacket all along. It was so lose on me. She lit another cigarette as she got on her bike . 

We didn’t speak but our eye contact was vicious. I just got behind her on the bike and she started riding. I held her from behind as she drove . I got to hold her abs . Wow , what abs, cutting through the air . She drove us to a dirty motel and went inside to get keys. It was shady , I was in a torn shirt and got a little uncomfortable as she came back and led me to a room. We made out intensely and finally, I was living my dream . She was on top of me, all I see her abs and bare chest , I felt her jacked arms , jacked back as she made me cut again and again and again. 

I woke up and I saw her smoking in balcony in lingerie . She didn’t care. She put the cigarette out and made intense love to me again. 

We spent next 2 weeks on the road . I’ve never not talked for so long, we lived on rotisiere chicken, salad, from gas stations, motel snacks, and copious amounts of whiskey. 2 weeks later; we showered one night having sex and next morning I woke up and she was gone. She left her jacket back. I was 1200 miles away from home in Colorado. I looked around and she left $300 in my wallet. She didn’t need to , I was loaded. 

I took a flight back home. It was the wildest 2 weeks of my life. I’ll never forget Katie.