Eventually.

Working your way back to your bike you find for a bit your ass is so sore you can hardly take a step, yet before you even make it outside you are striding along gracefully as if it had never happened. “Damn, she was right, I guess I do heal pretty quick don’t I.” You say to no one in particular with a stupid satisfied grin on your face. As you reach your bike you are reminded of another person you led on, as you see the 5 biker types dutifully guarding your little piece of shit bike as if it was something worth the attention. “Hi guys, were you really waiting all this time for little old me?”

“You promised us blow jobs.” One of them exclaims after a moment of silence.

Once again you surprise yourself as you hear yourself say, “Huh, I guess I did didn’t I.”

“Boo ya.” The first one yells as the descend on you like a pack of hungry jackals. You simply drop to your haunches as they arrive a bit thankful that with all of them crowded around you like they are, at least the people that are surely watching shouldn’t be able to tell who you are, especially with so many dicks concealing your face.

“Ok, but I gotta say, any of you assholes get any on my face and I kill the lot o’ ya.”

This causes one of them to pause a second and ask, “So what the fuck do you expect us to do blow it on the sidewalk.”

Dropping the first cock out of your mouth you flash him a smile and point at your sexy little pierced tongue, “In here silly.” This seems to sit just fine with them and soon you are licking and sucking with a fervor you almost can’t believe. As cock after cock fights to get down your throat any thoughts of who you once were seem to melt away. It takes a bit more time than you would have cared to waste, and by the end of it you are on your knees like a good little slut gulping every last drop. Finally you milk the last cock dry and it slips back out of your sexy lips with a little pop.

“So you gotta want us to fuck you now right?” One asks grabbing for your tits as you stand.

“Sorry boys I am really running late now I have to go, thanks for the snack.” Your belly now full of delicious warm cum, you wipe any stray drops from your lips and hop on your bike grinning from ear to ear. The biker’s names calling out behind you as well as offers to fuck you whenever you so choose as you ride off into the night heading for the much wealthier side of town and the club Inferno. As you pull up you hear the driving beat of club music and see a line stretching down the block to get in. You decide to try your luck at schmoozing your way past the bouncer. As you walk up you give your best wiggle and strut on your high heels and hope your look is considered as sexy here among these 21 at best trendy fashion types. Most of the girls in line are dressed to impress in their shiniest tiny skirts, belly shirts, and dancing shoes. The guys are mainly in slacks and button up g.q. getups but you thankfully see a few in all black and think your goth schoolgirl meets go-gang slut might just have a chance. Then you see the bouncer and your heart nearly hit’s the floor. She is a blond bombshell standing nearly 6’ tall built like a mannequin perched on 4” stiletto heels you guess cost hundreds wearing loose white capri style pants, a white bikini top, a basically transparent armored jacket, and a pair of mirrored yellow sunglasses with small rectangular lenses.

“Where do you think you are going?” She asks looking at you over the tops of her thin glasses letting them fall a bit down her nose.