A bike.

Part of you wants to resist and get a car or something oh so manly at least, but the second you look at a Honda 500 motorcycle with a lime green gas tank and handle bars you click on it immediately, adding faux leather saddle bags and a little luggage rack on the back. "This can't possibly be safe." You say as you go back quickly to clothes and add a pair of real leather thigh high boots with thick 6" platform heels, a leather riding jacket, and gloves. Last but not least you buy a green open face helmet that matches the bike with a removable pull down clear face plate. Then a light bulb flashes in your head and you quickly pick out a concealable belt holster for your 9mm, a cute holster for a little revolver that is designed to be tucked into a pair of boots, as you now have boots, and a big shoulder rig to hide the .44 under your jacket if you have to. One final barrage of clicks gets you a messenger style bag or purse, a cute pink wallet, makeup kit, pack of condoms, lube, pink backpack, 2 water bottles, a compass, a cool folding knife, a little multi tool, a pair of handcuffs, a pink ball gag, 5 pink silk 12" ribbons for tying stuff, a fat pink 6" butt plug, a string of 12 anal beads you aren't totally sure of the size, and finally a 24" double headed purple jelly dildo.

With everything picked out you go ahead and put back all the rifle ammo then to go in the little boot holster a little 5 shot.38 special with 3 speed loaders. Now that you have a bike on the way with saddle bags you end up taking a total of 2 boxes of 50 rounds of ammo for all three guns.

A minute later the door bell rings. With the huge .44 in hand you carefully pull the door open, sure enough your entire order is right there, well not the bike, but the keys and registration are. "Bad ass." Pulling it all in you get dressed. Starting with the sexy green bikini underwear then the plaid skirt. "Mother fucker." You say with a laugh as you realize you never picked out any shirts, only the three dresses and three skirts. "So dress? Or bikini top only? Hmmm." Not wanting to go totally slutty you switch to the ultra short spaghetti strap dress, deciding the visible green straps of the bikini top adds a splash of color. Next you pull on the riding boots and jacket, load the .38 and tuck it in the boot holster, putting the 3 loaded speed loafers in your left pocket and the riding gloves in the right.

Packing everything else into the purse, backpack, and eventually even plastic bags for ease of transit, then with one last look around you head out. A short elevator ride takes you to your cool new motorcycle and you stow most everything into the saddle bags. "Cool." Then with a sudden feeling of naughty lust you work the butt plug up your ass, straighten your clothes, slip on the gloves and helmet, and fire the bike to life. The vibration rides up the plug and you quickly look around. Not seeing anyone you can't resist and pull out your raging cock and rub the underside of it till you are just about to burst, then not wanting to jizz on your new ride you clamp down on the head as you swing off of the bike and find a corner to blast your wad into. Using one of the plastic bags and some water to clean up you grin and hop back on, "I'll take it out in a few miles." You promise yourself as you guide the bike through the parking garage to the street. A car nearly mashes you to a pulp as you begin to pull out, "Then again." You laugh as the reality of trying to drive that distracted sinks in and you discretely as possible pull out the plug.

In a sad twist of fate you hear someone ask, "Hey what's that?"

Without even looking you blurt out, "Nothing." And not really thinking you toss it over your head as hard as you can and speed away. A mile or so later you can't help but laugh as you imagine all sorts of people finding it. "Fuck me. What do I do now?"