Biker, Goth and Lawyer

It was 1130 at night when the roar of motorcycles woke Alice from her slumber, she had fucked herself silly with a dildo while watching 50 Shades of Grey before crawling to bed at 1030 and passing out. The noise from the dozen motorcycles kept up for a half hour before Alice was able to go back to sleep. She hated that she had been right about living next to a Motorcycle gang flop house.

*

Alice shot up in bed. It was half past six in the morning and the sun wasn’t up yet, but roars of the motorcycle engines woke her up. The gang was starting their bikes and revving their engines. Alice looked at her cellphone and rolled her eyes. This fucking sucked. But after about a half hour the bikers rode off letting the silence of the predawn hour return to the neighborhood.

*

Alice was pulling her car out to go to the grocery store when the first woman exited the back of the Victorian House. Alice stole glances over at her as she stormed over to one of the older vehicles in open barn. She was about Alice’s Height, black, bottle blonde short straight hair, wearing leather pants, a lace blouse and leather vest. She had a German style Motorcycle helmet in one hand and a duffle bag in the other. She was being followed out by a taller white woman. The white woman had shoulder length red hair and angry grey eyes. She was dressed in leather pants, untied knee-high Doc Martens, a black Evanescence Band T-Shirt and held another Duffle in her hand.

“Send Claire or Erik to come get the rest of your shit,” the red head said as she put the duffle on the ground.

“We have some engine problems on the road,” the black woman screamed, “So now it’s ‘send your friends to get your shit!’ is it?”

“Don’t act like this is me just flipping the switch,” the red-head snapped, “You are the one that asked me! Remember? You asked me, this was going to be out celebration ride! Then you sabotaged my engine so you could sneak off behind my back to suck cocks!”

“I was trying,” the black woman started…

“Spare me the bullshit! We didn’t need any money, and between the club we had it up and running before you got done with your second shit bag in the men’s room! We were waiting on you!” the Red Head snapped, “And on the leg to go see my family! This is over.”

“Fuck you!” the black woman screamed as she picked up the second duffle bag and took in the barn before pulling out and speeding off in 70’s Cadillac Land Boat from an ‘Black-spotiation film.

“Great, I live next to a Biker Gang flophouse complete with psycho-dykes!” Alice gasped and rolled her eyes before going back to close the carriage house doors.

“You are rather judgmental for someone drying your parents olde Honda Civic and renting a carriage house to live in,” the Red Head Snapped angrily.

Alice looked the other woman over, she was maybe thirty? Alice sneered.

“I may renting a carriage house and driving a used Civic,” Alice picked her line of verbal attack, “But I just graduated and have a respectable job that is going to pay my student loans and allow me to get out of this place sooner rather than floating from flop house to flop house!”

Alice closed and made sure to lock the Carriage house doors before getting into her car and making sure the psycho didn’t try anything. AS she looked around, she just saw the red head watching Alice with a smirk on her face.

*

Alice nearly walked into Mister Sanchez as she came in the front door to the law offices. Mister Crowley was there too.

“Who’s Mercedes Electric SUV is that outside?” Alice asked.

“Miss Kole’s, come on, we will introduce you…” Mister Crowley smiled.

Mister Crowley lead the way. Mister Sanchez looked Alice over.

“You ok?” Mister Sanchez whispered.

“Yeah, the bikers came rolling in Friday night, they had lesbian break up Saturday and Sunday night the police got called because one of the lesbians didn’t want to accept the break up,” Alice breathed heavy.

“Miss Kole,” Mister Crowley announced as he entered the office, “I’d like you to meet Miss Darling, your paralegal aid…”

The room was how it had been on Friday, well almost, Alice noted the black wool trench coat hanging next to the door, the black leather purse and messenger bags on the desk and the high-backed chair turned to look out the window at the parking lot.

“Yes, I have been looking forward to having a chat with her,” came the strangely familiar woman’s voice.

Alice’s heart nearly stopped all together as the high-backed chair turned around and the woman came into view… it was the Red Haired biker lesbian from next door…

“Miss Darling, this is Miss Persephone Kole… One of our best young blood lawyers, I expect this firm to take her name when I retire,” Mister Crowley smiled, “I will let you two get to know each other, I already told Miss Darling to read up on Lorenie v Botswana.”

“Thank you,” Miss Kole smiled, “Please close the door I would like a little privacy while we get the ‘girl talk’ out of the way…”

Mister Crowley and Mister Sanchez walked out of the office. Mister Sanchez closed the door behind him.

“Lock the door,” Miss Kole said with a mechanical smile on her face.

Alice gulped and then did as ordered.

“Come here and have a seat,” Miss Kole ordered.

“Yes Miss Kole,” Alice almost whispered as she started to do as instructed.

Once Alice was seated, she watched Miss Kole stand up and start to walk around the large desk. She stepped closer to Alice so she was standing over her. Alice got a good look at her up and down. She was wearing black leather kitten heeled knee boots, black silk stockings, a black wool knee long pencil skirt, black wool suit jacket and a black silk collared blouse. In her hands was a black coffee cup with white lettering spelling out Choices and the silhouettes of a broom to one side and a motorcycle to the other.

“Suddenly that ‘respectable job’ of yours with its good paycheck doesn’t seem all that secure now does it?” Miss Kole intoned like a school principal.

“Yes ma’am,” Alice mumbled.

“You are probably expecting me to fire you,” Miss Kole glared at Alice, “Or perhaps spank you like a naughty child…”

The image of Miss Cole holding Alice across the desk while spanking her snapped into Alice’s mind.

“No, Not to day, you would probably enjoy the spanking…” Miss Kole turned and walked back to her chair, “Go to the little girl’s room and piss yourself there. Then get a cup of coffee, we have work to do.”