There's an interruption

You give her a grin and she watches as you rock the bike back onto the kickstand and dismount. She gives a little twirl on her skates, making her short skirt flare up, then glides to the porch, holding the handrail as she climbs it carefully. You're following her, enjoying the view of her thighs and rump when a voice calls out.

"Hey Max! Who ya got there? You pickin' up bikers now?"

You turn to see a girl sauntering towards you. She's wearing a t-shirt several sizes too small with 'Hustler' printed across her tits, and hip hugger jeans that barely cover her crotch and expose an expanse of her tummy. Her streaked brown hair is tousled and she looks utterly slutty.

"Mind your business Kristi!" Max snaps. "You're one to talk about picking things up anyway. You get out of here!"

"Hey don't get your cunt in an uproar, bitch," the girl answers indifferently as she looks at your bike. "Nice bike Mister. I bet it rides real nice." She gives you a look that drips sex as she strokes two fingers over the seat, then makes a show of sucking them. "I ride real nice too."

"Trailer park whore!" Max snarls. "Go home and fuck your Daddy if your pants are on fire. You wanna be the town pump it's ok with me, just don't do it right here."

"Come on mister, why don't you take me for a ride?" Kristi says ignoring Max as she starts to rub herself against your bike.