Author's note: - This is a follow on to the previous series, Becca XXX The Eden Project. Please read it before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.
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I always loved having something large and throbbing between my sexy thighs and tonight was no exception. I was straddling a large black beast and my whole body shuddered from head to toe as I rode it hard and fast.
I looked over at Natalie and gave her a naughty smile as she rode beside me. The look of pure pleasure and excitement was etched all over her angelic face. The black beast between her legs was equally as sexy as mine and I could tell she was enjoying every minute of it. I loved watching her ride and the outfit she was wearing made her look even more alluring.
Black skin-tight leathers hugged her perfect form and accentuated her body in all the right places. Her black Ducati Panigale V4S was a force to be reckoned with. It pumped out over two hundred break-horse power and reached one hundred miles per hour in under six seconds. The fact we were both dressed the same and riding identical motorcycles was sure to draw attention.
Although our bikes and leathers were black, we'd spiced things up a bit with some vibrant pink to make sure people knew we were female riders and not just a couple of small males. The bikes fairing had a pink stripe on both sides, which started wide at the front and thinned out towards the back. Our leathers also had matching pink panels on the outside of the calf and thigh, so that when we were on the bike, we melded to become one with the machine. The sides of our bodies, from the armpit to the waist also had a pink panel, as did the inside of our arms. The front of the Ducati was finished off with a single pink stripe which matched the detail on our black helmets.
As much as this seemed like a fun night out, we were dressed like this for a reason.
Street racing.
I was now a fully trained agent and therefore I operated above the law. If I committed a crime of any kind, I could merely give the police a phone number to call and I'd be released immediately. There were of course a set of guidelines in that my actions must be beneficial to the assignment but apart from that I was pretty much untouchable. To say it was a powerful feeling was an understatement. I felt as powerful as the motor bike I was riding.
I had been teamed up with Natalie who I had met a couple of times before. She was a similar age to me and had worked for Lexa for quite some time. In fact, she had been there the first time I was gang raped by Lexa's five guys as part of my initiation into the sordid world I now frequented. She had also helped me to get my revenge on Victor over a year ago which had resulted in me having a lot of sexual fun with her.
She was a blonde bombshell with a body to die for. Although she was petite, she handled a motorbike very well. As I looked at her bent over in her riding position, her ass filled her leathers like they were a second skin, giving her a peach that looked so sexy it was hard to resist not slapping it every time I got near her.
As well as her many redeeming features she had one thing that always drove people wild and that was the smell of her knickers. She was an online panty seller and there wasn't a day went by, when she didn't sell the ones she'd been wearing. Her scent was legendary and I had sampled them first hand on more than one occasion. I'd even seen a guy get a hard-on, just from a single whiff of her cunt. All women smell differently down there, but I'd never smelt a pussy as sweet and musky as Nat's. I imagined how well her bike leathers would be keeping that scent contained and that some lucky customer would be getting an extra special treat with the pair she had on.
We pulled up at some traffic lights on the way to our destination and I lifted my visor to speak to her. I didn't need to lift the visor, as we had a comms network built into the helmets, but it felt like the right thing to do, plus I liked to see her sparkling blue eyes as she glanced across at me.
"Are you ready for this?" I asked her.
"Are you kidding? I've been looking forward to this all week," she laughed. "The question is, can you keep up with me?"
"You know I can't. I've only been riding this thing for three months."
"I was talking about the fucking, not the bikes," she giggled.
She had a childish giggle which men loved and she could seduce any man with her young appearance and school-girl persona.
"In that case, we'll see what happens tonight," I replied. "I'm gagging for some cock."
"Me too," she laughed, pulling her visor back down.
I copied her and we both revved the engines like a couple of racing drivers.
Vrrooommm. Vrrooommm. Vrrooommm.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
A bike this powerful had draw-back through the exhaust system and it popped and banged like a firework as the revs increased and died away.
The lights changed to red-amber and we both gunned the throttle from a standing start, before the lights even changed to green. Within seconds we had left every other vehicle behind us and we were doing over fifty miles an hour through the city streets. It was eight o'clock in the evening and it was still light and warm. Commuters were heading home from their important day jobs and they mixed with socialites heading into town for a night out.
None of that mattered to us. We were heading to an abandoned industrial estate to meet the rest of the local street racers. It happened all over the country in every major city but we weren't just there for fun. This was our new assignment and we were there to find a way in.
Local petrol heads and hooligans would gather in quiet places to show off their cars and driving skills and generally make a nuisance of themselves until the police turned up. The mix of testosterone-fuelled young men and horny teenaged girls was like a tinder box waiting to ignite and when the police showed up, dangerous high-speed chases usually ensued.
The guys liked to show off and the girls liked the excitement. They were like groupies trying to get with the guy with the best car or the loudest stereo system and public fucking and gang banging was never far away.
It was no wonder my knickers were soaked. I could feel the pussy slime coating my gusset as I sat on the bike. I had positioned myself on the saddle so that my clit was pushed against the petrol tank, which resonated at certain revs. It was like having my own petrol-powered vibrator between my legs and I knew I'd made a mess in my panties.
We rode the last few miles and could already see lights and smoke in the distance. The industrial estate was dilapidated and run down and was a young hooligans dream come true. The meeting place was a large car park of an old steel works and it was already filling up fast. The smoke we could see was from cars spinning their wheels and burning rubber up and down the main drag. They were performing donuts as the crowd cheered and egged them on.
"Looks like they've started without us," laughed Natalie through the helmet microphone.
"Remember we're here to find the guy in the fluorescent green Nissan," I said. "He's our target."
"Roger that," she said.
We pulled off the main road and into the arterial road that fed the old industrial estate. What had once been a thriving economy was now just a collection of run-down buildings with graffiti and broken windows. The global recession had not been kind to the manufacturing industry in England, but it made an ideal playground for wannabe racing drivers.
It was time to get noticed.
Nat opened up the Ducati with vigour and pulled back slightly on the handlebars causing the front wheel to come off the ground. She popped a wheelie like a professional as she rode past the car park much to the delight of the onlookers. Unfortunately, my bike skills were no where near that good so I pulled up at the car park entrance and waited for Nat. She turned the bike around and came screaming back to join me with a group of lads and young girls running along behind her. She came to a screeching stop right next to me in a cloud of tyre smoke, before slipping the bike into neutral.
We both blipped the throttle for added attention before killing the engines and dropping the kick stands. I looked around the car park but there was no sign of the green Nissan. Maybe he wasn't coming tonight.
We both dismounted in a truly sexy fashion. I raised my leg high off the saddle and pushed my ass back into my leathers for added effect. If I looked half as sexy as Natalie did, we could have had any guy we wanted. We took our helmets off in unison and flicked our hair about to give it some body after having it crushed by the helmet.
We were parked at the end of a long line of diagonally parked cars. There were two lines facing each other and it looked more like a car show than a parking lot.
"Fuck me, it's a hot night," I said to Nat.
"You're not kidding," she replied. "Hopefully it's about to get hotter."
Several young men were approaching and I looked over to Nat and gave her a cheeky smile. Our plan was working straight out of the starting blocks.
"Hi guys," she said in a cute girly voice.
"Wow, that's some machine you've got there," said one of them.
