The Biker and the Damsel

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The Biker and the Damsel(Closed)

Bartholomew "The Brigand" Fagan.

Age:30
Hair:Blonde
Eyes:grey
Hgt:6
Wgt:200
Appearance: he is a well groomed man with a nice leather jacket and harley. he wears nice shirt most of the time.


Brigand roamed the stretch of road long the old route 66. he loved this road, its beautiful scenery with lush scrubby. Also his home was here as was his gangs territory. The Beholders where his brain child. He slaved over his gang. He easily drove these roads with no real fear as his many underlings were cogs of his criminal clock.

Bart drove down the road enjoying the breeze after he had gotten off work as the nearby cities Deputy Mayor. He was enjoying the cool air that had began to blow in. The sun setting as he drove on an almost abandoned highway.

After about an hour. he came across a nice car.Normally he would of passed by the vehicle with no care, but the woman there standing on her eyes on the motor he stopped and smiled from his bike.

"Hello there you having car trouble Miss? If so i can give it a look and call a mechanic?" he says eyeing the woman and smiling, as he thinks of all the dirty things he could do to her.
 
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Erin Allen

Age: 21
Hair: Dark, wavy hair that falls halfway done her back
Eyes: Crystal blue
Hgt:5'6''
Wgt: 118lbs
Appearance: Has a tattoo on her right hip of a black rose, along with a tongue peircing.

Erin slammed her hands down on the steering wheel after her sixth try at starting the car and yet again, getting nothing in return. "I can't believe this!" She cried out at no one. She had been driving for the past five hours, heading to the Univarisy on New Mexico, only to have her damn car break down 2 hours before she got there. Then, on top of that, her cell phone didn't have any bars way out here!

"And I just got you checked a freakin week ago!" She whined as she took off her belt and got out, walking into the dark. She walked over to the front and popped the the hook before pulling it up, only to have a cloud of smoke fly up and into her face. "Oh come on!" She coughed as she took a few steps back, waving her hand in her face as she did. Once some of the smoke had disappeared, she moved back and looked at... Well, she couldn't really say. She knew zip about cars.

She bent over, her cut off denim shorts riding up her legs even more. "I'm so screwed." She muttered before she turned her head, hearing a biking coming. When she saw it slowing down, she stood up straight, wrapping her arms around herself, feeling a shiver run through her body. It idn't help much that she was wearing a tight, low cut red and black t-shirt.

When the man stopped and offered to help her, Erin put on a bright smile. "Oh god yes!" She stepped to the side. "It would be awesome if you could look at it, because I have no idea what I'm looking at," Then she added. "Sadly, you might want to rethink that. See, my cell doesn't work out here, no bars. So unless yours does, a mechanic isn't coming."
 
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"Oh yes cell phones... Yeah lousy reception out here." he says as he gets off his bike and pulls his jacket off. He looks at the engine and than at you. he eyes you up and down and than the car.

" First My sweet one, I am Bartholomew, or Bart if you prefer a shortened name. Second do you have any tools and if so please get them, and third and most important is hold my jacket" he says as he rolls up his sleeves and hands you the jacket."I won't mind if you wear it, I mean women usually have far better smelling body sprays than I and that jacket tends to constantly smell like guy"

He begins to examine the engine block, his gloves helping keep the heat at bay as he than laughs and shakes his head. "Never mind with the tools, It seems some unscrupulous mechanic has taken advantage of your lack of automotive skills and dumped some sort of fluid into your oil, which corroded your parts over time. In essence my dear girl you are now vehicle less. " he says rolling down his sleeves and heading towards his bike. He sits on it and than looks at you.

"Let me take you to My bar, its about a good 5 minutes from here, there you can get some food, and can call from a tow and a get some rest" he says with a warm smile from his bike.
 
"Well, Bart, my name's Erin." She said as she reached out and took his jacket away from him, her eyes scanning over his body as he tured away from her. He was pretty hot for a older man, then again, his bike did raise is hot facter by quite a bit. When she turned her eyes back to his face, she started putting on his jacket, "As for the constant man smell, I can't really say I have any problem with that."

The jacket did a great job at keeping out the cold, but at the same time made her wish she had brought her own. Then again, she hadn't thought her car would have broken down on the side of the road.

As she turned to head to the trunk, hoping, but not sure if she'd find any tools, she stopped. As he laughed, she looked back at him, a conused look on her face. "What's so funny?" Her face took on a look of outrage when he said that there was no way he could fix it.

While he walked to his bike, she walked to her car, mumbling to herself. "I paid two thouand dollars for this whole check up and fix. That guy is so dead." After a mmoment of looking at the motor, she reached up and grabbed the hood, slamming it down before looking ack at him.

The offer he gave her, to take her to his ar, made her smile again. Normally she didn't take ride from strangers, but he tried to fix er car, it would be rude to tell him to just screw off. "Well,... I am a bit hungry." Becca walked over to him as she reached into her pocket, pulling out her keys. Before she got on his bike, she hit the lock button.

"So, do you really have a bar, or do you tell every girl that?" She asked as she wrapped her arm around his waist. "Do you mind if I keep your jacket? Right now, it's the only thing keeping me from freezing."
 
" Hello Erin." he says in response to your name.

" Yes you may not have a problem with a man's scent, but I do"

" Yes that fowl man will most assuredly be trounced for his villiany"

Once you get on to the back of the bike Bart smile." No I have a Bar, girls rarely have the tour you will get. The apartment above has a couch for me to crash on, as a lady you will need the bed." He says as he pulls out and drives along the road. The very night shadowing all but the road ahead of them.

You pas two billboards. At the third billboard he turns and goes down a long dirt path. The desert looms about you as you finally stop in front of a bar full of bikers, here bikes, a few cars, and a few trucks rest along the edge. Loud music blasts from inside, as does the sounds of chatter.

" Seems the boys started with out me. Not to worry, I have a side stairwell to the apartment unless you want to walk into a batlr full of sweaty, sex starved bikers in those little shorts" he says with a the smile and parks his bike and slides off.
 
Her hands tightened around him as he started driving down the road, pressing her body hard against his back. If I get a mechanic, there wont be any need for me to sleep on him to sleep on the couch. She thought to herself, hoping that was the case. It was onething taking a ride from a complete stranger. It's another to sleep in his bed.

Once the bike finally came to stop, she unwrapped her arms from him and got off the bike, laughing slightly. "Damn, I forgot how much I loved riding on a bike." She said as she looked towards the bar. The noise from inside was a bit off putting, but... she aways hada lot of fun in bars. Even as the mayhem was going on.

"You know, you make it sound like so much fun going through the front, but," xShe bit her lip and shook her head for a moment. "I think the side stairs would be best." Because, if any of those guys are anything like you, I'd probably help with that sex crave.

"So, you own a bike, and a club. Your friends are obviously the rough type," she looked him over. "So, when'd you start your little ganag here?" She asked. She wasn't worried, one, Bart seemed nice and two, though he did seem like he could be dangerous, she didn't think he seemed like the type to run around town shooting and robbing stores.
 
"I didn't start it my dear Erin," he says as he offers you his arm and escorts you to the stairs on the side of the bar."I inherited it from my grand father." he says as he leads up the stairs case and opens the door. In side is a simple bachelor pad. He have beautiful leather couches, a nice cherry coffee table a soild oak dining table.

His kitchen was immaculate with black marble counter tops. His refrigerator was black with a built in screen. He had no TV just a nice pair of labtops in the corner on a desk.

"Make your self at home, while I whip up a sandwiches...oh and would you like a beer Erin." His says as he points to his phone book and old rotary phone.
 
As she walked into the apartmet, she let his arm go and moved into the living room. The place was a lot nicer then she thought it would be. Honestly, when he aid it was over a bar, she expected tsee beer bottles everywhere, womens clothes thrown in the corner. He must keep things pretty neat.

"Your grandfather got you a gang, really?" She shrugged. "Best thing I got was twenty dollars." She added as she shrugged off his jacket, heading over to the phone as she did.

"I'd love to have a beer." She told him as she laid the jacket on the edge of the couch. "But, are you sure you don't want to go down there? I mean, you did say they started without you." The brunette grabbed the phone book and started flipping through the pages. "By the way, what excatly are they doing? Becuase it sounds like their having one hell of a time."
 
" Yeah after I became a lawyer my grandfather took me in. Than a few years ago I became deputy mayor. And that's when I got the Gaints" he says as he walks over and hands you a beer. He than goes over and starts making a sandwich.

" Well" he says after seeing you take a drink" I assume enjoying the free booze,whatever women they could get there hands on, So I apologize in advance if any of the men get crass with you. Your not sporting our tattoo so you are not one of us. We try not to abuse girls that are not properly initiated are just usually a one time thing, I mean down stairs your know the difference between a visiting girl and a member of the Iorn Gaints" he says we he finishes the sand wichs and heads over to sit it in front of you. He glares at his coat on the couch and huffs but keeps his composure.
 
When she found the number, she grabbed the phone and after a few missed tries of trying to figure out how it workd, she managed to get the repair shop. Or at least a answering machine. As she was given the beer she listened to the hours they were open. "Oh, this is just great." She hug the phone up and sipped at the beer as she looked for the next nearest place.

"Women and booze, sounds like a blast!" She smiled before she saw the next place was a good 40 something miles away. She hung up the phone and started flipping through the book for hotels. "Well, at least I know I wont get abused." She looked at him as he sat down across from her.

He didn't seem to have his attention on her through. She followed his gaze to the couch,where his jacket laid. "So..." She looked back at him. "No machanic until tomorrow at 9, which means there's no reason to call a tow truck just yet." Erin explained. "I'm just going to call a cab to take me to a hotel tonight." Her eyes went back to the jacket.

"Do... yo want me to move it and put that somewhere else?"
 
" Well Erin, you can stay here, I won't mind." he says as he brings over the sandwiches. They were cut neatly in half and he looked at you and shook his head." Besides Eddie the Roach is a mechanic and a tow truck driver, I'll have him take in your car to his shop. He's a Stone Gaont too so don't feel back." he says as he than breaths a deep breath and closes his eyes.

" Now as for the jacket that must be hung on the coat hook by the door. You must respect a bikers jacket, it is our standard we wear into battle" He says as he than glares at you. " If you do it again I might just have to spank you" he than chuckles as he raises his own Beer. " Sorry my game is a little rusty"
 
"Oh, well..." She paused, not knowing what to say. The hotel would have been just fine and she was sure she would sleep etter there, than at a strangers home. Now that he mentioned Eddie though, she couldn't just say 'Yeah, the help on my car would be great, but here is no way I'm staying the night'.

"I really don't want to get in the way. I mean, you've already saved my ass from any freak that might be wondering around in the drink. Then you gave me a beer and offered one of your buddies to help me. I couldn't stay in your house after all that."

"I guess I didn't think about that." Erin said to herself, when he told her how important his jacket was. Then her face took on a light shade of pink being told what would happen if it was done again. "Wow, I can honestly say," she started after a hesitant moment, "I've never been given a ine quite like that before. On top of that, I'm not real0ly sure if I should big your jacket up now, or just leave it." She teased.

Before he could comment, she grabbed the jacket and headed over to the coat hook. "Hey, do you mind if I ask, do you have a girlfriend? I mean, you have to be the neatest man I've ever ment if not. No offense, I just mean you don'r find the whole gang leader thing." She comment as she hung the jacket up before facing him.
 
" Staying is never an imposition, My mother never told me to turn away a lone woman in distress" he sees you hang up his jacket and smiles as he smiles a full smile showing his perfect teeth. He then took a bite of his sandwich as he pondered your question. He paused and pulled out a handkerchief from his back pocket and wiped his mouth and than looked at her.

Erin had a beautiful body hard and youthful. He could leave her tied to his bed and ravage her for hours. Oh the possibilities. He set his aldandwich on the plate and than chuckled." No Erin I do not have a girl friend. And as for cleanliness I am a stickler for my home to be immaculate, Plus few women can handle that or the life style I live, so mostly I enjoy the lovely's that my boys bring in. Tonight though I was doing my duty and aiding a cirltizen in dissress unless you what me to treat you as one of the lovely's down stairs?" he asks as he leans back in his chair his bulge apparent in his jeans as he looks at your plate.
 
"My mother told me to never get in a stragers car." She thought, deciding that they were pretty different people. Especially when he pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket. As he wiped his mouth, she walked to the couch and sat down.

As he answred her questions, she crossed her arms over her chest, pushing against her 34D breasts. So, he was either totally different from every other gang leader, or movies just stretched the truth a little to much! He didn't have a girlfriend. He didn't seem like he could hurt a fly, though he certainly had the body, and he was incredibly tighty. Way more then her.

When he offered to treat her like the girl donestairs, she had to hold back a little laugh, thinking he was kidding... Until he leaned back and she saw the tent in his jeans. "Bart," she moved her hand down and grabbed a sandwich, "I'm really sorry, but even if said yes, I don't think you can handle me." Quickly she added. "Don't take that as a insult, most guys can't. Though, if you want, you can go down and pick one of those ladies out. I'm sure all you have to do is say their name before they jump you."
 
"Oh I assure you Erin, i can handle you" he says as he lifts his beer to you and smiles. He takes a sip and than chuckles. He stands and walks over to you on the couch and sits beside you and shuts the phone book.

"AS for those girls down stairs, most come here out o fear of being drug here, granted a fresh woman bare before you, is nothing to turn away especially if you have a stiff prick to plunge into it" he says smiling yet his eyes are devilish. he lets his hand slide don and run across your bare thigh.

" As or the woman in my House right now, sitting next to me, has a something i could come to covet. A young beautiful body to grope, and pinch to squeeze and tease, to cum on and in. to fuck long and hard or quick and fast. You Erin would be a sexy little girl to enjoy, What do you say would you like to ride a real man instead of one of those college boys?" he says as his hand stops just at the him of your shorts.
 
Erin looked down at her leg as Bart ran his hand over it. As much as she wanted to grab it and push it away, she couldn't help but get a shiver of pleasure. When she looked back at him, she had a small grin on her face. "Wow,someone really isn't afraid to speak his mind." She thought to herself.

When he asked her if she wated a real man, she had to bit her tongue, stopping herself from shooting him a... probably very inappoprite comment. Instead, as his hand stopped at the bottom of her shorts, she put her sandwich and beer down. "Alright, Bart. Let me try this."

She turned and placed her hands on his shoulders, before she turned her body, straddling his lap. "You wouldn't be able to stop." She whispered. "You see, unlike the girls downstairs, I'm more like a drug. After you have me, you'll just want me more and more."

Erin leaned forward so her mouth was probably a inch away from his ear. "You'll just wat to fuck me all the time." She nipped at his ear before pulling back. "I'm telling you this out of experience. Guy always come back to me, begging for more. I don't want a gang leader to feel the same way. Your suppose to be tough!"
 
"Seems a girl like you lures in the week willed boys" he says with a smirk as he closes his eyes and the once firm bulge you felt begins to soften. his hands run across your ass and chuckles.

"I am well educated, and have ventured far and wide across the world" he says as his cock begins to grow again. " I am more than enough man to hand a vixen like you Erin. And to prove a point.." he pauses as he begins to breath and his cock deflates to nothing and he gives you a smirk.

"How about you try and get me hard and make me get me off with out the ability to get it up again I'll get you to your university, and you don't have to come back. However if you come before I can't get it up....than you stay here and get to enjoy the wonderful hospitality of the Stone Giants" he says with a smile.
 
"Don't do it. It's such a dumb dare. Besides, you don't even now him. It's back enough your in his lap. You do't need to be trying to get him off, as well." She thought as she looked him over. He obviously was just playing about her staying here with him and his boys and probaly about the ride as well. So, there was no real harm in trying to get him off.

Besides, she was more then sure he was able to control his boner, which was an amazing skill! Which she wanted to get past. Not that it should be that challenging. Guys can't help themselves when they see a pretty girl. They lose it.

"Okay, I'll play." She moved her hands from his shoulders and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against him as she did. "What are they rules? What am I allowed or not allowed to do?" She asked him. "Like clothes. There opitional, right? Am if I wanted to some how bring my mouth in the mix, is that a no no?"
 
"Feel free to do what ever you like, remember If you can wear out my cock than you get a ride and a get to leave here" he says with a smile as he looks at you and runs his hands over your ass and squeezes them.

" i would love to bury my cock in your ass, its so plump and inviting, though I bet a slutty girl like you has either a nice trimmed pussy or no hair at all, i hope its not no hair...the lack of hair there kills the phreamonal scents that come with you being a woman, Especially during estris" he says as he leans forward and smiles.

"But by all mean while away, My Sweet Erin, Show daddy what you have to offer" he says with a smirk as he waits for you to dismount him.
 
Erin bit her lower lip, holding back a comment as he ran his hands over her, squeezing her ass. There was nothing really wrong with that, men ran their hands over her body all the time. It was wht he said thatreally got her. The fact that he wanted to fuck her ass. Men usually weren't that blunt about it.

"Well,I guess you'll just he to wait and hope you get a glimps of my, sweet little pussy." She slowly moved off his lap, standing onto the floor in front of him."So, do you really think I can't get that, big," she ran her hands down from his shoulders, over his chest. "Thick," Her hands traveled down his stomach. "Cock?" Erin stopped her hands when they reached his thighs. She only had to move her hands over a little bit more to touch his cock.

Leaning forward, she let the front of her top fall open, showing off her large tits."Don't you think I'm pretty enough to get it up?"
 
"Getting it big is easy, its you keeping it flaccid, thats your goal" he says with a smile as he looks at you and chuckles. " You need to know what goal you need to accomplish. Remember its when I can't get hard any more that you want to accomplish." he says as he laughs.

" I thought you a college girl..or were you to distracted by my hands, and my unique gift to remember." he looks at you and his smile fades." i beat that dirty little hole is quivering with anticipation about getting a thick hard cock jammed deep with in you. I can almost see you thrashing about on my cock you body trembling as you cum and become my little play thing" he says as he pulls your hair back and than raises an eye brow

"You need a pony tail holder so i can watch those whorish lips on my cock" he says as if you were not even there.
 
She blushed a soft red as he looked at her, the way he spoke. Maybe she was wrong about who wouldn't be able to handle whom. That and he was kind of... dead on about how she felt right now. But play thing was taking it a bit to far. "I guess... I was a little bit distracted." She muttered as he brushed her hair.

When he told her about her hair, or just commented, she gave him a 'really?' look. It didn't really seem like he was talking to her, more about her so she didn't say anything about it. Instead, she raised her hands up and brushed them through her hair, moving it out of her face.

"So, i have to make it so you can't get it up anymore." She moved her hands to his the top of his pants, runnng her thumb over the button. "Well, it shouldn't be that hard." Erin unbuttoned his pants before pulling down the zipper. "I just need to bring you to a few mind blowing orgasms. I'm usually very good at that." She told him before she moved her hand into his pants, running her fingers over the thin fabic of his boxers.
 
" that's right Erin, if I can't get it up anymore than I will give you a ride home. How lever if you cum before you succeed that You are mine" he says as he runs his rough finger tips across your arms as he gently lets his touch tease you.

" Erin you have such a beautiful body, and such soft skin. I think I will enjoy painting your skin with my cum, what do you think, do you think you'd look lovely in a beautiful cum white" he says his eyes looming at you predatorily." I can think of so much other things I can do as well"
 
Erin shiver slightly at his touch before pulling her arms away from his. "I can't cum." She muter to herself as she tried to think of all the ways she could use her body on hi with out her getting off. She'd probably get really close and feel like begging to get off, but... she could do it. She was more then sure she'd be able to do it.

Her mind went back to him at his next comment. "Painted in cum?" she pretended to think. "Well, that does sound fun... or I can just lick it all up." As she said this, she moved her hands to the edge of her top. For a moment, she let her hands run over the hem before she started to pull it up, showing hi her flat, tight stomach, along with the top half of her tattoo that laid on her right hip.

She pulled it up, showing him her large, bouncy tits covered by a black and red lacy bra before she tugged her shirt over her head before throwing it to the floor. She reached down and unbutton her shorts, showing the top of her matching thong. "So, are you just going to sit there and watch me? Or do I have to take off your pants?"
 
He watched you and smiled as he picked up his bottle of beer and took a sip. He looked you over and laughed a bit. " Eager to see what you are to be orking with..and yet still you hide yous? intriguing" he says as he stands and unbuttons his shirt.

Each button he removes slowly reveals his chest. The flesh of his chest is painted in tattoos of mythical creatures. goblins, elves dwarves, giants all are there in glory. Some are colored others are not. He doesn't talk about the images but than turns around and pulls the shirt of his back. His back holds a dragon on his shoulder blades, below is well a mosaic of women writhing in a heap o bodies enjoying tentacles ad each other. His arms are covered too. they all bare simple sigils and symbols some colored some not.

He than unbuckles his pants and slips off his jeans. His ass and legs appear as he turns and shows you his soft cock. It barely twitched as he stood there smiling more tattoos of sea themed creatures cover his legs and crotch, even his ass. The body though is taught with muscle and he smiles.

" Looks like you have some work ahead of you" he says as he stands there and smiles.
 
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