Gas Station Situation

Naked, humiliated, and now dripping wet, Dylan ran as fast as she could from the gates of the zoo, finally coming to a stop at a nearby mailbox as she desperately tried to catch her breath. This night had been one disaster after another!

Once she finally caught her breath, Dylan looked up and saw something that made her smile for the first time tonight. There, in front of what looked like a run down gas station, was a motorcycle with a helmet attached to the handlebars.

“Jackpot!” Dylan whispered. True, she’d still be naked with just a helmet concealing her identity, but at least she had a faster mode of transport that would get her to the rendezvous point with Alex and Natalie. Or, at the very least, to the nearest clothing store.

Looking around nervously, Dylan streaked across the road before stopping behind a telephone pole, pressing her naked body against the wooden pole as she looked around again. Noticing that the coast was still clear, the naked agent sprinted towards the motorcycle, coming to a stop as she stood next to it. She smiled as she saw that the keys were still in the ignition.

“This is just practically gift wrapped!” Dylan said as she grabbed the helmet. But just as she was about to put it on…

“Hey! What the heck do you think you’re doing naked with my hog?!”

Dylan jumped in surprise, dropping the helmet as she spun around. She blushed crimson and covered herself as she saw the glaring face of a woman around her age, but slightly taller and more muscular. The woman dropped the slushy she had been drinking from as she marched over to the naked agent.

“Well, Pipsqueak?!” the woman yelled, giving Dylan a push. “What’re you doing?!”

“Um…” Dylan began, trying to come up with a reason why she needed to borrow the bike while she was soaking wet and naked. Coming up with nothing, she sighed and said, “Look. The truth is, I’m… I’m a secret agent. I lost my clothes to the bad guy, and now I need to meet up with my friends or else someone is going to be either hurt or worse. So if you can just let me borrow your bike, you would be helping this country greatly.”

The biker woman stared at Dylan for several seconds with wide eyes, blinking every ten seconds. The woman then narrowed her eyes and glared at the agent, asking, “Do I have the word “Stupid” written on my face, you exhibitionist freak?”

“Yeah, kinda figured that you wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.” Dylan commented, “But I really need to borrow your motorcycle. And,” she looked the biker up and down before adding, “maybe your jacket and helmet.”

“So in other words, you’re trying to mug me!” The biker said with a laugh, still glaring at the naked agent. Before Dylan could even argue, the woman snarled as she swung her arm back and went to punch her.

Thinking on instinct, Dylan ducked under the punch, grabbing the woman’s arm and twisting it behind the biker's back. Growling, the woman went to grab at her with her free arm, only for Dylan to jump back before delivering a roundhouse kick to the woman’s face, sending her to the ground with a black eye and a bloody nose.

“Now,” Dylan began while panting heavily and staring down at the biker, “are you going to let me borrow your bike, helmet, and jacket, or am I going to have to – “

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BABY SISTER?!”

“Oh, what now?” Dylan groaned as she looked up again. Her eyes widened in fear as she saw eleven more women coming out of the gas station, the one who spoke being nearly twice the agent’s size as she glared Dylan down. It was only then that Dylan noticed the other bikes parked on the side of the building as the larger woman raced over to her sister.

“Tammy! Tammy, you okay?!” the lead biker woman asked as she helped her sister back up. “Geez, you’re bleeding! And look at that shiner!”

Dylan took this moment to cover herself up again as she quietly began to sneak away, only to stop once the other ten women surrounded her. “Going somewhere, fat ass?” a dark skinned Amazon snarled as she cracked her knuckles.

“I do not have a fat butt!” Dylan stated, though somewhat nervously as she eyed the **** glares from all around her. Ordinarily, Dylan would have no problem taking down a group singlehandedly. Of course, ordinarily, Dylan was fully dressed and not soaking wet and naked.

“Look,” she began sheepishly, “we’re all reasonable adults here. I only did what I did as an act of self-defense, and I am greatly sorry for doing so. That being said, I desperately need something to wear and I really have somewhere to be right now. So, here’s my deal: If one of you nice ladies lets me borrow their jacket and motorcycle, or even just buys me some clothes and gives me a ride, I’ll gladly get out of your hair, and pay for any medical bills, and we can all pretend this never happened. Deal?”

“Hmm…” the lead biker said, closing her eyes in thought. A few seconds later, she smiled at Dylan and said, “Not bad, but here’s my counter offer…”

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Ten minutes later, the bikers took off, roaring down the road as “Tammy” clung to her sister on the latter’s bike while her own bike was being towed by another biker woman.

A man working at the gas station saw the women leave but shrugged it off as he carried a bag of cold, expired slushy syrup to the dumpster. He tossed it in and heard the usual loud pop noise of the bag being broken with the contents spilling out. This time however, he heard a muffled scream that took him by surprise. Looking around, he was unable to see the source of the scream. And after not hearing it again, the man shrugged it off and went back into the gas station.

A few seconds after the fact, Dylan’s head appeared over the side of the dumpster, shivering from the cold blueberry syrup running down her body. After successfully removing the ropes around her wrists, she removed the bandana that was stuffed in her mouth, teeth chattering as she climbed out of the dumpster.

Cold, wet, sticky, filthy, and naked, Dylan looked around nervously again before running off into the night.