It is getting awfully late.

“How about I just give you $1000 for the coat, as much as I would love to fuck you right now, I just don’t have the time. I have places to be and sadly I have wasted enough time already.”

“Your loss.” She slips the coat back on and heads for the door. “I will take the extra $1000, but it won’t buy you this coat, I have an old one in the car I will leave on your bike. That is the best I can do. Oh and I do suggest you stop and smell the roses once and a while. You don’t know what you are missing.” She slaps her ass as she walks out and for a second you can’t help but wonder why exactly you didn’t fuck her. You take a moment to stuff down a fruity snake cake and a beer from the fridge before gathering up your two new guns, taking a second to load each of them of course, strap the holster on your hip and leg, putting the gun and 3 of the clips in their little pockets, and tucking the smaller revolver into the belt at the base of your spine, still quite visible, but you imagine the coat will conceal it. Then you gather up the rest of the ammo and head down the stairs to the garage where you parked the bike.

When you get to the bike you see she did as promised and left you a nice looking camo colored armored jacket that hangs to mid ass. Slipping it on you then deposit the rest of the ammo into the jacket pockets, and climb onto the bike, once again firing it to life. As you do you can't help but notice the coat has a vaguely musky but sweet odor letting you know it was obviously used.

You call the number she gave you on the way, “Hi, Kaylani gave me this number, my name is Lynx, she told me you make specialty blades hidden into gloves and boots and things. What kind of price range are we talking.”

The gruff voice that answered originally answers, “$3,000 and up depending on what you want. All my work is custom made for each individual. If you want, come on in and I can show you some samples and in just about a week or so I can have whatever you want.”

“A week, aah I see. Well I am definitely interested, but I am on my way to a meet now, I was hoping for something quick. Do you have anything you can just sell?”

“Not really, I suppose if you want to stop by I have a few knives lying around, but for anything else it will take time.”

“I see, thanks. Well I will stop by when I can, thanks.” You hang up, disappointed, suddenly wishing you had just bought one of her swords. “Oh well, I guess I will just have to be a little more careful then.” You say into the night air and race on to the meet.

As you arrive at the arena you see tons of people in line to get in to the arena. Outside there seem to be large pockets of people surrounding various performers getting started for the evening. These catch your interest briefly as you fight to get in and you notice the acts seem to be quite varied, ranging from the mild, scantly clad women with various batons and other props getting ready, to the truly bizarre, one troupe consisting of 3 men with large hoops piercing their bodies in front and back, setting up what looks eerily like a gallows with chains descending from it. From within you can hear the screech of guitars, and the piercing wail of amps and mic’s getting set up. This all seems to be amplified by the roar of what sounds like motorcycle engines, and the fan’s screaming in anticipation of the show to come. As you survey the madness you figure you can easily wear your weapons in, hell you could probably hack someone to pieces and people would be positive it was part of the show. You head in and right about the time you spot a guy with liberty spikes sticking out of his head making out with a nearly naked whore on a leash, you realize you need a drink. Having just finished a beer at home, you decide it is time for something a bit stronger and make your way to one of several bar huts around the area, and call to the hot little blond slut behind the counter, “Hey babe, give me something yummy if you please.”

She flashes you a smile, “I am due for a break if you want something really yummy hot stuff.”