The song came to an abrupt end, so much so it felt like someone had pulled the plug of the stereo. The absence of the music was barely registered by Themis’ lust-addled mind, but she sobered up right away when the stimulation suddenly stopped. The girl’s body went still for a moment as Themis sat up in surprise. Before she had the chance to protest the girl was off her lap and by the time the next song started she was already picking up her stuff.
“Dude, what the fuck,” Themis asked.
The girl simply smiled. “Song’s over, sug. Gotta go.”
“I was about to cum,” the biker protested.
“Not my problem,” the stripper chuckled, putting her bra back on. “You get what you paid for.”
And Themis had paid nothing. She was still throbbing, precum staining her underwear, and worked up enough to pull it out and beat off on the spot. But a quick glance at the bar showed Carmen and Katrine staring at her with sardonic smiles. She was horny and her balls ached for release, but she was not that desperate.
“If I knew I should have copped a feel,” Themis said, trying to mask the disappointment in her voice.
“And then I wouldn’t even look at you again,” the stripper said. She was dressed now, in unassuming shorts and a t-shirt. She tied a band around her hair into a conservative bun, Themis wouldn’t even look at her twice if she met her in the wild. She picked up a backpack that rattled as she moved it around and walked away. Themis was not used to blue balls. She was not a fan of them either.
She fell back on the chair and rested until she calmed down. Her cheeks were still flustered but at least the tent in her pants could pass for a crease of the fabric. She stared daggers at her club seniors as she approached the bar, she was in no mood for teases. She ordered a beer from Rita, but Carmen stopped her.
She reached into her blouse and pulled a single key out. “Aren’t you gonna take the new girl for a spin?” she said.
“Sure,” Themis shrugged. She wasn’t in the mood anymore. All she wanted was to drive home, lock herself in her bedroom and jerk off till her balls spat out dust. Unfortunately Carmen insisted on tagging along. “What was that with Garcia earlier?”
“Some bullshit,” Katrine chimed in, scooting closer to the pair. “Intimidation tactics. They think we are up to something, and they want us to think they are watching us.”
“We are up to something,” Themis cocked an eyebrow.
“Yeah, but they don’t know about it,” Carmen said. “We got someone in the precinct. Garcia’s just got something to prove. It’s like she’s obsessed with you, or some shit.”
Themis choked on her spit. “Yeah, she may be.”
Carmen turned and shot her a confused glance. “Wait, for real?”
“She was in my class in high school. And we kinda… used to be a thing,” Themis grumbled, looking down.
“You sly dog,” Katrine chuckled, smacking Themis’ back. A handprint shaped ache was left behind.
“She’s such a tightass I thought she’d be a virgin,” Carmen said, joining the VP in laughter.
“She was… Different, back then,” Themis said. “She was shy, kind, and she smiled a lot. I barely recognized her when I saw her outside the prison yesterday.”
“Wait, she drove all the way up there?” Katrine exclaimed.
“We saw her tail Artie when she came to get you,” Carmen added. “But that’s crazy. That has to be like… Dereliction of duty, or some shit.”
Themis simply shrugged. “She always liked pissing me off,” she said. “I guess some things never changed.”
“You have to tell us the story,” Katrine said. “Odin will love this.”
“Story for another time,” Themis smiled bitterly.
“Come on, lay off the girl,” Carmen said, Katrine simply shrugging and going back to drink. Carmen finished her own, before turning back to Themis. “Come on, I’m taking you out,” she said. “Odin came through, by the way. We are on, tonight.”
“Cool,” Themis said. “Where are we going?”
“That’s a bit of a surprise.”
Themis shrugged. “Okay. I’ll ride behind you.”
“Not too close,” Carmen teased as she got up. “Not with that WMD in your pants.”
Themis cracked a fake smile between gritted teeth. Snide retorts came and went in her mind as she followed Carmen to her bike, but she decided to say nothing. Instead she mounted her own bike, testing the key in the socket. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting to happen, but her vague feeling of forebodingness was dispelled when the key fit and she turned. Carmen passed her a helmet as she strapped her own, and Themis followed suit.
Her limbs fell into place, hands in the handles and feet on the petals, easy as meeting an old friend. And oh, how she missed riding. Muscle memory kicked in, years after she had done it last. Left foot shifted the gear to neutral, right hand turned the kill switch and pressed the ignition, and suddenly the slumbering tiger between her legs came to life. Themis whole body vibrated to the frequency of her tiger’s four-stroke Twin Cam heart as it growled, pistons pumping power to the axles. Next she squeezed the clutch and kicked into first gear, and with a gentle twist of the throttle the bike rolled and she was on the road.
Carmen led the way and Themis followed close by. There was no real formation to fall into with two people, she just settled at tailing her with a healthy distance between them. The bike was not easy to drive, the engine perhaps a bit too powerful. It bucked like a bull at the rodeo, but Themis loved herself a brat. The beast rumbled, turning heads and drawing looks. But Themis didn’t care. She was soaring through cloud nine and there was no stopping her. And the bitches could stare.