A Job

You finish riding Ezekiel’s cock and lie next to him. Strangely, your bumps and bruises feel almost gone. You’re already beginning to hunger for more action.

As you run your fingernails across Ezekiel’s chest, you notice they are obsidian and razor sharp.

“So, what fun do you have planned?”

“I made a deal with the Queen of Vegas. There is a criminal element she’s having difficulty taking control of. We get to kill all of them. On top of it, we get paid a quick million.”

You lick your lips. “They’ll be viscous?”

“Yes, very.”

“Good. They’ll have weapons?”

“Armed to the teeth.”

“Even better.”

“Are you ready?”

You feel good. You body is healed and you want action.

You walk over to Ezekiel’s bike and realize that next to his bike is a black Ducati that wasn’t there before.

You give Ezekiel a quizzical look.

“It’s yours, Erin. You’re one of us now.”

You hop on the Ducati and rev the engine. You can feel the vibration in your pussy. That, and the thought of impending ****, is getting you so wet.

You rev the engines again. “Follow me!”

The others mount their bikes and follow.

You push the limits of the bike hitting one hundred and sixty miles per hour, before slowing down and letting Ezekiel catch up. After all you don’t know where you’re going.