Chapter 3
by 
El-E
What's next?
Flirt
You look the biker who addressed you up and down and lick your lips. "Are you even good enough to be my boyfriend?" you ask, your tone sultry and seductive. "I mean, look at you. You're all muscle and no brain. I need a man who can keep up with me in every way, if you know what I mean."
The bikers exchange a confused glance, clearly taken aback by your boldness. One of them steps forward, his expression hostile. "You got a lot of nerve, girly," he growls. "You're in the wrong part of town if you're looking for a boyfriend. We're not here to play games."
You stand your ground, not backing down one bit. "Who said anything about games?" you say, playing with your hair. "I'm just looking for a real man who can show me a good time. And I have a feeling you boys could do just that."
The bikers look at each other again, this time with a hint of uncertainty. They clearly weren't expecting this kind of approach from you. The biker who had been leading the conversation takes a step closer, his expression softening.
"Well now, maybe we got off on the wrong foot," he says, his voice lower and more inviting. "What did you have in mind, sweetheart?"
You continue to flirt with the bikers, keeping them interested but not committing to anything just yet. "I'm sure you boys could come up with something," you say coyly, "I'm up for just about anything."
The bikers exchange a look, clearly intrigued by your suggestion. "We might have something in mind," the biker who had been leading the conversation says with a grin. "But first, you gotta prove yourself. We don't just let anyone into our circle."
He gestures to a nearby alleyway. "Follow us," he says. "We'll see what you're made of."