A ride to Tuesday's meeting.

The bike shook between Thea's legs as she rode through bumps on the road. She accelerated and as she put higher gear, the machine sent vibrations as the engine shook – she could feel its power between her legs. The cleavage of her catsuit allowed the wind to cool her.

Today was Tuesday and in a short while the second meeting would begin, and Thea was running late on her shift. She glanced down and noticed the LED indicator next to the fuel petrol gauge blinking red. She turned the motorcycle right and rode for another ten minutes, before turning to the petrol station. She stopped next to the distributor, got off the bike and took off the helmet. She looked around – the only person present outside was a young man who worked at the station. He tried to pretend he was not checking her out and was failing miserably. Well, she was wearing only her catsuit with zipper partly down showing off her cleavage, high-heeled biker boots and stockings underneath the catsuit.

Thea smiled at him, grabbed the fuel dispenser and started refuelling the motorcycle. She made sure to lean forward in a way, that her ass was pushed back – she glanced at the mirror of the motorcycle, and the boy was openly ogling her. Thea smirked as she imagined the man pushing her over her motorcycle, ripping off the material that covered her ass and slamming his dick into her pussy... As she finished refuelling, and made her way to the building, with a sway of her hips. She paid and returned to her bike – the boy was still looking at her now openly. She smiled and sent him a kiss.

Thea sat down on the bike and checked the time on her cellphone. It was six minutes after four. She was late. She put on the helmet, started the engine and drove off. She turned around and accelerated, driving hard in the direction of the bar. She was losing her pleasure time.

Thea drove the road back to the intersection and turned right into the road leading through the forest. She accelerated again, the machine trembling below her. She leaned forward to limit the air resistance, the motorcycle speeding up-

Weee!

She looked in the mirror at the sound of a siren. There was a civilian car with a siren following her.

"Fuck." She cursed as she pulled to the side and slowed down. As the speed of the bike lowered and the car on signal slowed behind her, it became rather obvious the officer was after her. She stopped on the side of the road and the car stopped behind her.

Her luck - she was late and was pulled over by police in a civilian car. She should've been already in the bar, pushed over the counter with a dick deep in her pussy. Maybe she would be able to convince the officer to spare her the ticket?

She turned to the man as he walked to her side.

"Officer, what-" Thea stopped speaking at the sight of a gun aimed at her.

"Hands up!" She froze as the man screamed. He pushed the barrel of the gun against the side of her bare breast. "Hands up!" At the second call, she raised her hands fearfully, with open palms showing she was unarmed.

The man with the gun reached into the panel of her motorcycle and turned the keys, turning off her bike.

"Step off the motorcycle!" He ordered as he took a step back. Not daring to disobey him, she obeyed his commands. "Walk up to the car and put your hands on the hood!" The man continued, voice raised.

Thea swallowed, and slowly started walking to the car... but she couldn't help herself even in this situation. As she walked she gave a little sway to her hips. As she leaned forward, with her legs apart, she pushed her ass up. Her helmet moved a little to the side impairing her vision so she reached to take it off-

Bzzt!

"Ghh!" Thea whimpered, her eyes opened wide as her body arched and shook in pain. After a moment she fell on the hood like a puppet with its strings cut off. Her body twitched and her left asscheek burned.

"Try something again and I am going to keep teasing you for an entire minute straight." The man growled as he walked up to her.

"Ohhh..." Thea moaned, her body still twitching as the man cuffed her wrists behind her back with handcuffs. Her body was still limp as he started patting her body, searching... "Ah~" She moaned again as he rolled her on her back, her full motorcycle helmet hitting the hood with a loud thump as she was lying on her cuffed hands.

The officer grabbed the zipper and pulled it down. Thea's large round breasts popped up of the catsuit, nipples erect. The zipper moved lower, showing her leaking with excitement pussy and asshole. The man moved his hands over the catsuit that covered her body, checking it.

"Ah~" Thea moaned as he grabbed her breasts and squeezed them a couple of times. First, checking them, then it seemed he squeezed them for fun-

Slap!

"Aa!" Thea gave a short cry as the man slapped her right breast not too gently, leaving an imprint of his hand on the side of the bob.

He then patted her sides, before sliding his gloved hand into her pussy.

"Yhmmm~" Thea bit her lip as she gave a long moan. Despite the situation, or maybe because of it, her body was getting turned on. The hand moved inside her, almost clinically, before the man removed his hand.

Thea was recovering her ability to move as the man rolled her on her stomach. She gave a low moan as her naked tits pressed against the still hot steel of the hood.

!!

Thea inhaled sharply as suddenly entire hand slid into her ass. She grit her teeth as the man searched her ass for... weapons? ****?

He finally removed his hand from her ass and grabbed her by the shoulder.

"Okay, now we are going for a ride." He said as he started pushing her around the car. Just as she started walking a driver on the street passed, slowing down slightly as they passed her and the officer. The man opened the back door of the car and pushed her inside on the back seat with her helmet still on.

"Shit." She cursed. "Have you seen them?"

"You mean the sexy lady in full motorcycle helmet and pink catsuit opened so much that her tits were bouncing in the open and pussy was shining? Fucking yes! Fucking hot!" The young man beside her chuckled.

"Not that!" The older woman shook her head. "The man!"

"You mean the policeman who arrested the slut?"

"Just, he did not look like a policeman! Police don't arrest people like that!" She paused. "At least they shouldn't..."

"So what?" The man looked at her uncertainly. "He wasn't a policeman?"

"I don't think he was." She hesitated for a moment. "I think we should call the police."

The man snorted.

"And tell them what exactly, Mrs Robisnson? Oh, I was just on a ride with a student of mine, whose marks I am tampering with, to a bar to have a few beers before we went to a motel for a wild depraved fuck?" The man shook his head. "They would quite quickly arrest you instead."

She bit her lips and looked at the trees that they were passing.

"Besides, it's not like you care." The man slid his hand over her thigh. She spread her legs with a light moan as his fingers travelled up her stocking, under her tongs. "For all we know, we might have just witnessed a killer capturing his newest victim. As we speak he might be taking the bitch somewhere to the forest, in ten minutes he might start **** her and will not stop for hours, then he will **** the slut, making her scream orgasmically until she breaks, before finally killing her and disposing of her body." His fingers slid into her pussy.

"Roy~" She moaned out, her mind slowly blanking from pleasure.

"The truth is, you don't care what will happen to that slut. The only thing you can think of is how fun it would be fucked in such a position that biker bitch was in." He paused. "Want to try it later? Catsuit, helmet and handcuffs?"

She licked her lips as she leaned over his crotch, giving his stiff dick a few licks before sliding it into her mouth...