FoA Chapter 9

Oh shit.

Stark is roughly patting Ingrid down, and enjoying it way too much. She lifts Ingrid’s jacket and pulls a pistol out of her belt, throwing it away.

She still hasn’t seen you. You dodge to the side and get behind a car as Stark gropes Ingrid, getting her keys. The vibes are definitely in that hard case. Ingrid’s about to get arrested for contraband… by Stark of all people.

Now you see Stark’s squad car, parked discreetly away from the others. You act without thinking, snatching up the gun and taking aim. You fire, and the gun is super loud. Stark’s tire blows with a bang, and the car sinks noisily.

Stark spins around, pulling her gun and lifting her flashlight, but you are already back in cover.

“Police!” she calls out. You hear her footsteps approaching, then lunge out and push her. There’s a pretty steep hill at the edge of this parking lot, and she tumbles into the dark woods. You jump up and step away as you hear her cry of surprise and the noise of her crashing to the ground down there. Everything seems to have gone great up to this moment.

You didn’t think this through. Now you have to get the fuck out of here, but you can already see Stark grabbing her flashlight in the dark and searching for her gun. She’ll be back up here in like two seconds. There’s nowhere to run. She didn’t see your face… that was the idea, but you can’t possibly get to Stef’s car and get it out of here without her seeing it and probably getting the plate number too. She probably already knows Stef’s car.

“Hey,” Ingrid calls out, and her bike rumbles to life. You turn around in panic. She’s ready to ride, beckoning to you. You dash over and hop on, throwing your arms around her as she kicks the bike into gear and roars onto the road before Stark can do anything else.

Ingrid’s a fast rider and her bike is pretty awesome. It’s way beefier than yours, and incredibly loud. It’s a hot night, but she rides so fast that the air feels cold. You can’t possibly talk over the engine, but you can appreciate getting to hug her soft, perfect body… or you could, if you weren’t terrified about what you’d just done. Stark didn’t see your face, right? No. No way. She couldn’t have in the dark.

Why did you do that?

Ingrid finally pulls to the side of the highway that winds through the dark woods, her single headlight showing you the road ahead. You let go of her. She turns a bit so she can look at you over her shoulder.

“Thank you,” she says.

You should be thanking her for pulling you out of that terrible decision. So what if Stark arrested Ingrid? Maybe she’s your friend, but she’s not a friend of the Free Gurls. You shouldn’t have stuck your neck out for her. You definitely can’t tell Stef about this. She’ll be so mad if she finds out.

“Where should I take you?” she asks.

You look blank because you don’t know what to say. She can’t take you home… not on this bike. By now, Stark will have everyone looking for her.

“I don’t know,” you say.

She revs the bike, and you grab her again. She takes you up the highway, then onto a long, winding drive that goes up into the hills. You’re over the county line… you don’t know this area well, but there’s a big lake, and lots of properties like condos and rentals.

Ingrid rides up to a cozy little cabin and parks the bike.

“Do you have a phone?” she asks as she climbs gracefully off the bike.

“Yeah. I can call a ride.” You get your phone out, but then frown. How do you do this? Who do you call, and what do you say? You don’t want the club to know what happened tonight. You need to think about your story. And… how do you explain where you went? You’ll have to say that you… spent the night with some girl.

Ingrid’s looking at you. “You can stay,” she says. It’s like she can read your mind. She seems so sweet and sensitive. How did she end up in this lifestyle?

You think about it for a second longer. The crickets are noisy in these woods, and you can smell the nearby lake. You wonder what’s up with this cabin. Does it belong to Ingrid’s club?

“Yeah,” you say finally, still trying to think. “If I can crash here, that should help. I have to figure this out.”

“OK,” she says.

She has a key for this place. It’s less than half an hour from Goldfinger… so her club must be based nearby. That narrows down who they can be. The other Free Gurls know all the other clubs, but how do you get that information from them without revealing too much about Ingrid?

You follow her inside, finding it very normal. It’s not dusty, but it seems like people aren’t here very much. Everything is made up freshly… it doesn’t seem lived-in. There’s not much to the place. It’s all one room, with just a single bathroom. There’s a couch and TV, a tiny kitchen, and a queen-sized bed.

Ingrid offers you a beer from the fridge, and you take it gratefully. You sit on the couch, and she joins you. It’s kind of funny. Usually when you’re on a couch with a pretty girl, you have certain things in mind. Not tonight.

“That’s the bitch that jumped me,” you tell Ingrid, who nods.

“Very rude,” the blonde says, drinking deeply.

“She is,” you agree. She hides it better than you, but she’s shaken up. Getting grabbed, almost arrested, a gunshot… it’s a lot. It’s a shitty night. And she didn’t sell anything, thanks to you. So you both have good reasons to freak out. You sit quietly, drinking beer and probably doing the same thing as her: wondering what the hell you’re going to do next.

Word about this will get back to the club. Stef will figure it out. You shouldn’t lie… you just have to figure out the right way to tell the truth, one that won’t get you or Ingrid in trouble.

There has to be a way.

Now that she’s not in a bar outside her territory, Ingrid doesn’t carry herself the same way. She’s less like a biker and more like a woman, and you feel bad for her. You’re putting her in a bad situation, but her club is putting your club in a bad situation. Her boss needs to sit down with your boss, and you need to figure out a way to help each other… but nothing’s ever that easy. You tell her that, and she agrees.

Eventually, she gets up and goes into the bathroom. You hear the shower come on. It’s late, and you’ve had several beers. You need to rest up. You have some idea what you’ll say tomorrow when you call for a ride, but… you need to sleep on it.

Ingrid comes out in a towel. You were expecting some tattoos, but you don’t see any on her bare legs. You like her better without the makeup, and you wish that you were getting this view under different circumstances.

You kick off your boots and move to lie down on the couch. “Want me to get this?” You reach for the lamp.

She perches on the bed.

“There is room,” she says. You are both completely exhausted. She’s not making a move, she’s just being nice. You’re still startled. Nobody in your club would act like this in this situation…

Ingrid takes off her towel and slips under the covers. It’s only a brief glimpse, but it’s memorable. Big, soft breasts, huge, pink nipples… a nice, smooth belly, and thick, golden hair between her legs. You almost wish you had more energy.

Well, the couch is kind of shitty.

“OK,” you say and get up, unbuttoning your jeans as you approach the bed. To your surprise, Ingrid is just snuggling in… not even watching you. No flirtiness at all. Smiling, you wiggle out of your clothes, then slip in beside her and get comfortable on your back.

She turns off the lamp, and you lie together in the dark as the AC rattles.

“You should come join my club,” you say.

She laughs. “And get a spanking? No thank you,” she says.

You can’t blame her on that. Your butt still hurts from that belt.