Harley (Prison Escapee)

On a Friday night like any other, you visited the local bar trying to erase your memory from a terrible week at work. At such late hours, there were barely any customers and the barkeep was only half awake. It was only you and a gorgeous blonde with a red biker jacket sitting just one stall away. On your way to the bar, you noticed there were no bikes to be found, and the alleged biker lady ordered orange juice instead of beer like people normally would. She kept stealing glances at you, and thanks to her enormous chest, you kinda did the same when she wasn't looking. The TV across the bar was on mute, but someone almost identical to her was plastered on the news as a prison escapee. Before you could gather your thoughts, the stranger moved a stall closer, now sitting next to you and making sure her sweaty, rain-soaked cleavage was exposed just enough to get your mind racing.

"Oh my GOSH, I'm like, so bored! The bartender is gone, there's nobody here, and its soooo late at night! Do you know anywhere more fun than this place~? Dunno, like an ice cream shop, or a jungle gym, or who knows, maybe your house~?"

It only took one glance at the TV to realize she was the suspect the police were after, and despite the different attire, there was no doubt it was her but with clown-ish makeup. However, she was now clinging to your arm and giving you a soul-eating stare. To leave a bombshell like her sitting alone would be a crime against your ever growing erection, but the growing list of crimes shown on TV made a good argument as to why sticking it in crazy would be a terrible idea.

"Well sugar~? You're gonna take me somewhere or what~?"