Saved by the Pink Vixens Motorcycle Club

"Hands up, bitch," Cindy said, revving her motorcycle inside the sex doll factory and pointing a weapon at Emily's back. Emily tried to look behind her, and then Kayla took the opportunity to twist out of Emily's hold and grab back her gun. Cindy tossed a pair of handcuffs to her big sister, who pinned the villainous black market sex doll dealer on the floor and cuffed her.

"Thanks for the rescue, sis," Kayla said.

"You know the Pink Vixens Motorcycle Club has your back," Cindy answered, pulling off her helmet and unleashing her long hair. "You took a big risk there, disguising yourself as a naked sex doll. I'll have to lend you a motorcycle jacket to cover those gorgeous tits of yours."

"Don't worry about it, little sis," Kayla waved her off. "I can grab my uniform later. It's nice to let the girls breathe."

"Hi, I'm Amanda Gal, CEO of Gal Robotics," the other naked woman introduced herself to her biker chick rescuer. "I owe you my life."

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Gal. I think the Pink Vixens are going to take an interest in your factory, make sure your business here is up to our code of honour."

"I would love nothing less," Amanda smiled at Cindy.

In the background, Hailey jumped as naked as a sex doll on her sweet hulking boyfriend's back, and he gave her a naked piggy back ride all the way back to his pickup truck. Caleb and Hailey still had more precious spring break time to dedicate to each other and no one else.