Revving the Rancid

You have seen many things in your life, some surprising and some very, very dull. However, none really ever come close to seeing a tattooed, hardcore, tough as nails and twice as sharp biker girls squeal and fawn over the vast assortment of tools and machinery that you have in your garage. More than once Gina gingerly picks up a socket wrench and hugs it tight to her face, her butt doing a cute little wiggle back and forth as for some inexplicable reason she starts to do baby talk to the cold steel in her grip. Gina zips back and forth through your garage, assessing your tools and your motorcycle with the same awe-inspiring girlishness that a normal woman would show over a cute puppy or the perfect dress.

“John…oh my god…this is…fuck!” Gina shouts as she nearly collapses into the center of the floor, her hands clasped over her chest as she accidentally accentuates her beautiful and perky bust line, “I’ve died and gone to fucking heaven!”

You chuckle a bit as you scratch the back of your neck, “Heh, I guess I’ll take that as a good sign eh?”

Gina grins as she nods quickly, her body doing a small swivel in the middle of the floor, “Fuck yeah! The touch of the cold hard metal, the smell of the grease an gas, the roar of the engine, fuck! I KNEW I loved you the minute I saw you-“ Gina stops on a dime as she realizes what she just said, her entire body coming to a halt as she turns a wide eyed and almost fearful gaze to you, “Wait! Er…I mean, like you! Wait…uh…wanna fuck you! Wait! Fuck!”

It is almost comical how the more Gina tries to pull herself out of her hole the deeper she manages to dig herself, her frantic attempts at covering up her attraction to you leading her to spout even more of her secret feelings toward you. It is around the time when she is accidentally blurting out her desired positions to fuck you in that you stop her with a gentle hand on her shoulder, a surprisingly soft meep jumping from her lips as she turns to you with worry, “Gina, don’t worry okay, I understand.”

Apparently your words have the adverse effect from what you wanted as Gina’s head turns away from you as her voice takes on a decidedly sorrowful tone, “I get it…I understand John. Who’d want me? I mean you got little sis, she cute, girly, an a real sweetheart…I’m just a big biker dyke that gonna have tah settle for some back ally fucks an nothin else…”

“Stop that right now Gina,” You growl, her self-depreciative talk wearing on your nerves with every lie she seemed to believe, “You are not some ‘big biker dyke,’ you are one hell of a hot hog ridding chick and I’ll be damned before I sit and listen to anyone call you otherwise, especially yourself.”

Gina looks up at you with surprise in her eyes, her tough exterior melting before your eyes and revealing a little bit of the soft hearted girl beneath, “Johnny…”

“Look,” you mutter, your face flushing a bit in embarrassment at your next words, “If I wasn’t already with Wykkyd…then yeah, I’d want to be with you too…I meant everything I said Gina so don’t go talking bad about yourself again okay?”

Gina’s eyes widen at your confession, her ears never hearing your plea as a smooth pink tongue slides over her lips, “R-Really…do you mean that Johnny? Do…do yah really want me too?”

Glancing away you smile softly, nodding your head as you scratch the back of your neck once more, “Yeah…I do Gina.”

Before you can even react Gina has you captured in a deep and powerful lip lock, her tongue forcing itself past your lips and into your own mouth beginning a rough and violent bout of tongue wrestling. The kiss lasts for several minutes before Gina breaks away, a coy little smile on her lips as she whispers, “Well you got me Johnny…and this little Rancid is gonna rot yer heart from tha inside out…”