Oh, boy!

"I can't believe you made me do that!"

"I can't believe you actually wanted the kid's meal."

"It comes with a toy AND your choice of chocolate milk.", Lauren lamely justified.

"You can run around after in the play-room, work off some of your baby fat," Lauren squealed as her tummy was pinched and she pushed her burger into her face.

"You've got an hour to kill before your bus comes.", the leader observed, watching the bus drift away behind Lauren's shoulder.

"The buffth?", Lauren mumbled in her hamburger.

"Yes, little girl, I think you're old enough to take the bus. It's only 55 cents for a one way child's fare. You have your change?"

Lauren nodded, it was all she had left.

Lauren had sped down Second Street, nearly at the county office, desperately trying to keep up with the kids, motorcycling like demons from Hell. They had an odd habit of managing to speed through a yellow just as it changed, making Lauren run a red. Despite this dizzying speed, they seemed to take an indirect route. Lauren was finally spotted by a patrol car that took pursuit. She knew she couldn't lose sight of the trio though, so she kept going until they finally stopped.

This had gotten the cop very angry at her, who loaded her down with $6,700 dollars in tickets and impounded her vehicle. With no where else to stick them she had stuffed them down the front of her panties and waddled over to her teenaged tormentors as the officer scoffed in disgust, and railed she was lucky he was busy with actual crime.

Poor Lauren, couldn't even get arrested in this town. Still it slowed her down and **** her to hop on the back of the leader's bike, the bitch seat. The vibrations, everyone looking at her, the traffic tickets blowing out of her underwear, she came! A moaning, burning orgasm!

The leader had been disgusted.

"Squeal piggie, squeal!"

Lauren had.

Much was made of it as they rushed to the county recorder.

"Quick, the leader had ordered to Danielle, give her your clothes, she needs them."

"My clothes?!"

"Yeah, your clothes, and hurry up!"

"She'll get piss on my jeans!"

"She got piss and cum on my leather, just kissing the seat, it's caked in her girl grease!"

This argument was particularly humiliating for Lauren, who felt in the middle, literally and figuratively.

It was 3 minutes past noon, but come to find out, the office was open 'til six. Lauren's car had been towed, and saddled with tickets, for nothing.

Lauren was reluctantly dressed, in bombardier jacket and Levi's, shaking in oversized boots. Enough to have the paper's signed, notarized, and recorded.

Danielle was dressed in just a well used jill-strap and sports bra on her own flat chest, which she got to mercifully cover as Lauren left the office, and ownership of her home, though she was still responsible for the mortgage. And now rent, which had been quickly settled. The leader had taken the liberty of bringing Lauren's cards and identification. Lauren was instructed to take out first and last month's rent. This had been handed over to the two goons who had sped off with a list. Lauren had been given just enough extra for her kid's meal. And now that was nearly finished.

"You're not getting my seat any dirtier, little miss!", Lauren shivered in her panties.

"In fact, come outside and apologize to Charlie, my bike, then give the seat a kiss."

"I'm sorry, Charlie.", Lauren puckered up with her slimy secretions, now crusting on.

The biker girl cackled at her complete domination of this suburban socialite charlatan.

"See you back at your place, you know the way right?"

Without another word, she was all alone.