The Best Road Trip - Part 4 (Patreon)

Soon Mastodon enters the room and asks, "Do I want to know?"

"Only if you like hearing stories of girls playing with other girls' asses and pussies," I reply.

"Oh, then I do want to know," he replies with a huge smile.

I tell him the whole story, and he’s all smiles. Then I ask him, "So, do you think she has a better ass than mine?" With a stern face.

"Little goddess, no one has a better ass than yours, no one, ever!" He replies.

"Good answer. Now, help me," I say, and I hand him the toy I just got.

"Are you really wearing it to ride?" he asks.

"I’m wearing that, my dress and my sneakers; that’s all," I reply, and he grabs the toy.

"Bend over, little mouse; I’m going to enjoy this, and I want you to enjoy it too," he says.

I obey, and as my face rests against the pillow, I feel myself stick to it with the dry cum that’s still on my skin.

Mastodon's beard grazes my ass, and it sends goosebumps through my body. "Focus, we need to be ready soon," I say, but he stays there licking my ass and my pussy.

Just when the rhythm is getting interesting, he pulls away and asks, "Are you ready?"

He doesn’t wait for my answer; I immediately feel the cold lube in my backdoor and then a slight pressure. The first bead goes in easily. I want to finger myself, so I lick my fingers, and the taste of Claire’s pussy fills my mouth.

I keep licking my fingers thoroughly until her taste fades away, then I start fingering myself as Mastodon wiggles the toy in my ass.

He slowly starts pushing the second bead in; it's a little thicker, and the feeling is more intense, but he keeps pushing until it is in. The feeling inside me is weird. I can't really feel it, but I can tell it's there, penetrating me.

My lover moves the toy slightly, and my fingers start rubbing harder and faster on my clit. My moans become louder; I'm drenched. I slide two fingers in my pussy, and I can feel the beads moving next to my hand.

When Mastodon starts pushing the third bead, my moans become screams, but Mastodon doesn't stop. I guess he's familiar with my sexy noises by now. He knows I'm enjoying it deeply.

Soon the third bead is in, and I start breathing harder; he knows the signs and wastes no time. He pushes the last bead in, my ass gapes, and I grunt with the sudden pain of my ass opening for the bigger thing it’s ever received. Both my hands clench; with the left, I grab tightly onto the bedsheets while the fingers in my pussy curl and tease my g-spot.

Mastodon stops as soon as the bead is in, but I keep masturbating furiously.

He takes me and flips me over, pushes my hand away, and inserts his tongue in my pussy. I don’t last 30 seconds with his tongue tasting my insides. I cum hard; my screams are too loud, and I don’t care.

I squirt a bit, and he takes it all; he licks me clean and leaves me to rest a bit.

I stand up and walk, bowlegged, to the toilet, where I rinse my face, struggling to remove dry bits of his semen.

Then I go to the table where our bag is. I take out the slutty dress and slide it on. I try to look in the mirror to see if the ring in my ass is visible, but ultimately I decide I don’t care. 

"Don’t get me wrong, you look amazing in that dress, but shouldn’t you dress like a good girl? You know, since we’re dropping you off at your place later today?" Mastodon asks.

"I’m thinking that I’ll have a bit of fun, and then you can help me change into my good girl clothes," I reply with a devilish grin. He responds with a silly smile, and we leave the room.

In the parking lot, part of the gang is already waiting. Claire is there, and she receives me with a huge smile. She hugs me, and her hand wanders down to my butt, where she can feel the ring sticking out of my asshole.

"You slut! I’m wearing mine too. Wanna race to see who cums first?" She asks, whispering to my ear.

"I’m game, but I already have an advantage of two," I say.

"One here, I went to my man and made him eat my pussy as I put my toy in," she replies, and we both laugh.

She walks away and comes back with the accountant.

"Darling, could it be possible for us to ride next to Mastodon today? Gracie and I have a little bet going on," she asks.

"Oh, really? What is it about?" he replies.

Grace approaches him and says something to his ear; he lets out a chuckle and nods.

"It’s fine by me, if Mastodon doesn’t mind," the accountant says.

Mastodon doesn’t hesitate; he just nods, and we all share a knowing smile.

Soon we are all riding the bikes; it’s cute how Mastodon uses his body to block me from prying eyes as I get on the bike and get exposed in my tiny dress with no panties and an anal toy sticking out of me.

As soon as he starts the bike, I feel the vibrations inside me. The toy has a similar effect on me as the plug did, but a bit softer. The difference is that now I’m wearing my orgasmic dress; my pussy will get as stimulated as my ass, and that makes me both nervous and excited.

I lean forward on the bike and say to Mastodon’s ear, "I might squirt on the road. Do you mind?"

"Do your worst; I love it when you shower me," he replies and turns around to kiss me.

I linger in that position, leaning forward, and he knows what it means. He revs his machine, and I feel my pussy tingle as the seat stimulates it.

Then the shout comes, "ALRIGHT, ROAD BEASTS! TIME TO RIDE!!!"

As all of the bikers rev their engines, I start grinding on the seat. I can tell I’m already wet.

I turn to see Claire, and she smiles at me; she knows what I’m doing. She bounces a couple of times on her seat and bites her lip. She’s letting the beads pleasure her.

We start moving, and I grind slowly on the seat. I know we said it was a race, but I want to enjoy it as much as I can.

Claire is still jumping on her seat. I can see that the accountant is smiling widely; he knows what’s going on, and he also likes it. She turns to see me, and I finger my pussy, trying to be as obvious about it as possible. She laughs and lowers her top, letting her tits out.

I tap on Mastodon's shoulder, and he laughs and shakes his head when he sees Claire flashing her tits at us. Then I return the favor; I lower my dress, and she alerts the accountant, who gives me a thumbs up.

I continue fingering my pussy. I fully focus on my pleasure and ignore what is going on on the other bike.

As soon as I slide a finger into my pussy, I feel the surge of blood to my privates; I know I’ll cum fast and hard. I mimic Claire’s movements and start bouncing on my seat. It's too much; the vibration, the beads in my ass, and my finger penetrating me take me to a fast orgasm.

I lean forward and bite lightly on Mastodon’s shoulder, and he lets out a fake "Ouch!" I try relaxing, but the vibration of the seat is hitting my clit directly, and I start moaning into Mastodon’s ear.

"I’m cumming again, my love!" I speak loud enough for him to hear me. 

As a second orgasm starts to build inside me, a truck going on the other side of the road honks his horn, and I hear Claire’s voice shouting, "TITS!" And then I realize I never covered myself after flashing them. I gave the people passing by, and probably the other riders, a nice show.

I cover my tits and turn to see Claire to say thanks, but she’s not paying attention to me anymore. She has a hand down her pants, with her eyes closed and her mouth open; I think she’s cumming.

My eyes are glued to her as her whole body shivers and I hear some moaning, barely distinguishable between the motor noises.

She then turns to see me and smiles at me. Her fingers, the ones she used to give herself an orgasm, go to her mouth, where she licks them without breaking eye contact with me. With my eyes fixed on her, I finger myself and taste my juices as she just did.

She lifts one finger in the air and mouths the word "one."

I do the same hand signal and mouth "me too."

I decide to do what I want to, and for that, I’ll need better access to my pussy. I raise myself lightly from the seat and lift my short dress above my ass. Then I lean closer to Mastodon and say to his ear, "I want to squirt; be ready for it." He doesn’t answer; he just nods and turns to see the other bike, where Claire is pinching her nipples and has a hand down her pants again.

I lean back and open my legs wider. My pussy is red and swollen, but I don’t care. I can see the ring sticking under my ass, and I pull lightly on it, but the position doesn’t allow for it to move.

I start flicking my clit with all of my fingers; I feel my wetness leak from my pussy. I turn to see Claire, and she’s looking at me while she masturbates. I lick my fingers again and then insert two into my pussy, as Mastodon taught me.

My g-spot is ready for me; as I graze it, I feel the familiar feeling of pleasure taking over me. I start rubbing it with both my fingers, pressing it, doing circles, and rubbing it from side to side. 

In my ass, the beads keep stimulating me; the feeling is different from yesterday, less intense but pleasurable. I move my hips back and forth, allowing my fingers to slide in and out of me as the toy in my ass shifts slightly.

I start moaning loudly, and Mastodon turns to see me, giving me a stern look. I quiet down a bit, and in response, he revs the bike, muffling my moans. I turn to see Claire, and she has her tits out again. She seems lost in her pleasure, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples as her other hand moves in her pants.

Then she turns to see me, her eyes fixed on my pussy. I don’t think she can see much, but her gaze is fixed on my vagina and my hand playing with it. I pull my dress down again; my tits are free, and the cool air from the ride clashes with the warm sun on my bare nipples.

I alternate twisting each of my nipples. And then I hear Claire screaming over the loud road noises.

She shakes and moans some more and then hugs the accountant. Her orgasm pushes mine. My hand moves faster, and I feel myself getting wetter. I know what’s coming; I want it to happen.

I grab on to Mastodon’s shoulder as my fingers take me there; just before my orgasm hits, I slide my fingers out and flick my clit quickly. I stop breathing, and hot streams of squirt eject from my pussy; the air makes some of it land on my tits and in my face. The rest pools under my pussy and starts leaking down to the sides of the bike.

Mastodon is also soaked; my streams hit his back and butt, and his pants are soaked. "Oh, fuck, I’m sorry," I say, leaning forward to his ear and hugging him. My wetness mixes with his.

"Are you kidding me? That was the hottest shit ever!" He says. I reach under his belly and run a finger over his cock; he is hard, and I feel a wet spot on the tip.

"We need to find a place to stop; I need you to fill me again before we get home," I say to his ear.

He makes a hand signal to the accountant, and they both slow down. I see that Claire has composed herself, and I cover my tits and do what I can to lower my dress, but I’m sure part of my ass is still visible.

A few more members of the gang slow down with us, and I panic a little, but Mastodon makes a forward-motion hand signal, and they accelerate again, leaving just the four of us in the middle of nowhere. Soon we are parked in a ditch.

"So, how is this going to work?" the accountant says.

"You there," Mastodon says, pointing to a tree. "Us over here, no looking!" he says, and he moves his bike a few meters off the road, where it would be harder for someone passing through the highway to see us.

I see Claire, and she’s getting naked before she leaves the bike. I drop the top of my dress, and when the accountant notices, I wink at him before covering my tits in a fake-shy manner.

Mastodon catches that, and he says, "we’re getting braver, aren’t we?" I nod with a kinky smile, and he gives me an even wider one. "Let’s see how kinky we are," he says as he grabs me and carries me out of the bike.

He grabs the hem of my dress and starts pulling it up, slowly. My ass gets exposed, and he looks me in the eye. I nod, and he continues pulling on it. Soon the dress goes over my head, and I’m naked in front of my man.

Then he does something unexpected. He whistles, and both the accountant and Claire turn to see us. He grabs my hand and raises it over my head and makes me twirl for our audience.

Even from afar, I know they both can see us clearly, and they show it by clapping and shouting for me. Claire is already naked and kneeling in front of the accountant, trying to get his cock out.

I stop paying attention to them and approach Mastodon. I rub his crotch, and he is hard. "Is that for me or for the brunette over there?" I ask sarcastically.

"Always for you, little mouse, always for you," he replies, and I kneel immediately in front of him.

My hands quickly open his pants and lower them enough so that his cock can be free. My mouth opens and I lick his head, cleaning any precum that leaked before. He starts leaking again immediately, and I pick every drop that comes out of his cock with the tip of my tongue.

I deepthroat him a couple of times, and he groans in pleasure, but I want him inside me, and I know we don’t have much time. "Fuck me!" I say, taking his cock out of my mouth.

His strong arms help me get up, and he pushes me into his bike, but I decide to walk around it and lean on the other side, where I know our friends will get a better line of sight for all of us.

I bend over the bike, and he sees my ass with the toy sticking out. Without saying a word, he gives the toy a little tug, and I let out a loud groan, almost a scream. I know Claire and the accountant are looking, but I don’t care.

"Fuck me with the toy inside; I want to be filled again," I say.

He uses his fingers to play with my pussy, making my wetness spread all over me. When I feel the tip of his cock spreading my vagina, I whistle, hoping our friends will see me get fucked by his massive penis.

He stops for a second, but then he rams his cock inside me in one hard push, and I hear shouting and clapping. Somehow it sounds closer, but I can’t tell since my head is pointing away from them.

After that initial hard push, he starts pumping me slowly. I moan in rhythm with his movements; every time he reaches my limit, I moan, and he pushes a bit more. In that moment I feel the beads inside me, and I’m sure he feels them too.

He keeps his steady pace for a bit, but suddenly he starts pumping faster, harder, deeper. He is again using me as his fuck doll; I love it. I let him move my body and use my holes for his pleasure.

As he fucks me hard, I feel his hand in my ass, and then the beads move inside me. It’s too much for me: the outside, the beads, his cock, and being seen. "I’m cumming," I say.

He pumps faster, pushing me over the edge. As my orgasm starts to build, I hear him grunt, and then his hot sperm fills my inside as an orgasm takes over me. My whole body shakes, and I have to grab my tits because the friction with the leather seat of the bike started hurting my nipples.

I feel Mastodon’s cock slide out of my body, and I put all my weight into the bike. I feel his warm seed sliding down my leg, and I smile.

"Should I take care of this?" Mastodon asks as he pulls lightly on the beads.

"Yes, please, slowly, I’m still sensitive," I reply.

He takes some lube from our bag and applies it to my asshole. The cold feel of it sends shivers down my spine, and I know what will happen, so I slide my hand under me until I reach my pussy.

"Ready?" he asks and starts pulling slowly.

I feel my ass stretch under the pressure, and I moan and grunt, but he keeps a steady pace. My fingers play with my stiff clit, and I use his remaining cum to lubricate me. As the first bead passes my asshole, I scream, "FUCK YES!"

Then, as Mastodon takes a break, I hear Claire moaning near us.

I turn to see them, and they are both naked. He's lying on the floor, and she's riding him. They are a few meters away from us. I'm sure they moved closer so they could get a better look at us fucking.

Then I feel Mastodon pulling on the beads again, but I stop him.

I turn lightly. I use the bike to support myself and bend over again. Now I’m seeing our friends fuck as Mastodon pulls the beads out of my ass.

Claire is riding on her lover's cock, and I can see her tits bouncing as she screams profanities; it's too much for me.

Then I feel the tug on my ass.

Mastodon is pulling again on the toy, and I slide two fingers inside my pussy. "Do it slowly; make me cum again," I plead. In response, he stops pulling, and instead he pushes the largest bead against my ass again.

I feel more lube on my butthole and then the distinctive feeling of my ass stretching. Soon the bead is inside me again, and he immediately starts pulling on it.

When the bead is out of my ass, I feel his hand pulling me up by the shoulder. When I'm standing, he whispers into my ear, "Can you squirt again for me, little mouse?" to which I nod.

He makes me bend over again and starts pulling on the toy as my fingers play with my g-spot. The second bead leaves my asshole with surprising ease, and he immediately pushes it back in, making me gasp.

I’m looking at our friends every now and then, and Claire has started riding him reverse cowgirl, so our eyes meet as we are both being pleasured in different ways.

Claire leans forward, and I see the accountant spank her ass, and then he gives her beads a pull, making her scream in pleasure. I see the first bead is out of her ass, and she keeps riding him.

Mastodon pushes the largest bead back into my asshole, and I know I won’t last much longer. "Pull it out, all the way," I ask between gasps.

My hand moves fast in my vagina, and Mastodon pulls on the toy. Bead after bead leaves my ass, with surprising ease. When he is done, I get up and raise a hand to pull his head closer to mine. He starts kissing my neck and ear as his hands play with my tits.

I’m still finger-fucking myself, and I feel my pussy tense around my fingers. I open my legs wide and scream, "OH, FUCK, I’M CUMMING!!!" which makes both of our friends look at me as I squirt all over the floor and my legs.

My legs shake and I stumble a bit, but Mastodon catches me before I hit the ground.

He picks me up and kisses me as he carries me by the ass. I feel his stiff cock under my ass and ask him, "Is that for me or them?"

He, again, answers, "For you, always for you," as he gives me a tender kiss.

He sets me down and hands me my dress, but I say, "Maybe I should wear my good girl clothes?" And he nods.

As he’s rummaging through the duffle bag to find my clothes, Claire starts moaning harder. We turn to see them; her lover has the toy in his hand, and she's riding him wildly. She's cumming.

We are frozen seeing her buckle and shake from her orgasm. I rub Mastodon’s cock over his pants and start undoing them again, hoping to take out his cock. He stops me and instead uses my hand to keep rubbing it over his pants.

Then Claire stands up and kneels immediately. The accountant stands in front of her, and we see streams of white cum splashing her on the face and tits. Claire turns to see me as she jerks him, milking every last drop of cum off him.

He helps her up, and they walk to their bike, where she wipes herself clean and starts getting dressed.

I’m still rubbing Mastodon’s hard cock, but he stops me.

"That’s enough, little mouse, or we’ll be here all day," he says as he finally hands me the duffel bag.

I fish out my dollar-store panties and put on my only shirt and jeans.

Soon we’re on the road again, speeding to catch the rest of the gang.

We reach Charleston just before nighttime, and the gang stops in a roadside bar.

"Alright, a few of us are going to talk to the local gangs and make sure we’re clear to act. Mastodon, you and your girl are coming. Hippo and Gator too. The rest stay put and don’t cause trouble," Jackal says.

We ride, but I don’t understand my role in these meetings. I’m actually scared of what’s going to happen, and I hold on to Mastodon tightly as we reach our first destination.

When we get off the bike, I freeze, and Mastodon stops to see what's going on with me. He must see the hesitation in my face, because he tells me, "Relax, little mouse, we need you here because you’re the one that’s asking for the help. The other gangs are more likely to let us do our thing if they hear the story from you. You’re safe. You’ll always be safe with me."

His words have an immediate soothing effect on me.

We have three meetings that night; all three of them happen in similar ways. The home gang questions the leaders of the Road Beasts, then I get to tell my story, and in the end the gangs all agree to let justice occur. Only the last gang, the largest one, has a special request; no bikes are to be used in any act of violence as a safety measure, since they are already in the eye of local police and any felony committed by a bike gang falls on them.

The terms are agreed upon, and the Road Beasts buy a round of alcohol at each meeting as a sign of respect and gratitude.

Soon we are back at the first bar, where the rest of the gang is already drunk.

"Alright, Road Beasts, listen up!" Jackal screams at the whole gang. "We got permission to act, but we got our wings clipped. We cannot use our bikes or our patches while doing this."

"BOOOOOOO!!!!" The whole bar erupts in booing at the news; apparently, it is a big deal.

"I FUCKING KNOW!" he shouts, making everyone quiet immediately. "But it’s the only way to do it; the gang that asked for it is three times our size and is ready to fight us on it." They never said anything about fighting.

"So, we either play by their rules or leave without imparting justice for little Gracie here," he says and points at me. I instinctively make a pouty face that gets some loud laughter from the gang. "So, Gracie, what are we going to do to your former boyfriend?" Fuck, they want me to decide what is happening?

Mastodon reads my face, as he has been doing since we met, and takes me to the side. "One second, guys," he says in his motorcyclist voice.

"I figured this might happen, since this is YOUR revenge; they expect you to decide the punishment. I know it sounds like a lot, but the family is here for you. Short of death, anything is on the table." He says in a sweet tone.

"And what if I don’t want him hurt?" I ask.

Mastodon gets visibly angry, but then he softens his expression and says, "Are you really so sweet that you are incapable of wishing ill to the guy who left you stranded naked 2000 miles away from home?"

"Oh, he deserves to suffer, but he also threw me into the arms of the most chivalrous and amazing man I’ve ever met, with the most delicious cock and an addiction to my squirt, so I came up on top for sure," I say. "But still, he does deserve to be hurt, and I know just the right punishment for him," I say with a serious expression that I’m sure Mastodon didn’t expect.

I walk back to the main hall where the gang is chit-chatting. "HEY ROAD BEASTS!" I shout, and the room goes silent, then it hits me that I might’ve overstepped my role, and I panic. I turn to see Jackal, and he’s open-mouthed, not believing what he just heard.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! The girl has some balls; I can see why you like her, Mastodon! Alright, let’s hear Little Mouse then!" Jackal says, and the whole room laughs with him.

"The bastard that left me helpless in the middle of no-fucking-where does deserve punishment, and the best way would be to destroy his ride. He has an old car that he saved for months to get. He loves that piece of junk more than he loves his own junk. He would be devastated to have it destroyed. LET'S DESTROY IT!" I shout, and the whole bar erupts in howls and shouting.

"Also, I would love to get my belongings back; he has a ton of my shit with him," I say shyly.

"Alright, so, two missions: one is for getting Gracie’s shit back and the other to trash this motherfucker’s car!" He shouts.

What comes next is a series of talks of how we’re going to do it. I ask to be present when we get our stuff and have him see that it’s me doing this. I also want to see his car get destroyed.

It’s almost midnight, and we put the plan in motion. The gang leaves the bikes at a motel, and we fit as many as we can into the two vans.

Jackal, Mastodon, the Accountant, a couple more guys, and I leave the van a couple of blocks away from Richard’s house and walk there the rest of the way. The rest of the gang rides on and parks further down the road, closer to his house. Richard’s car is parked in front of his house.

We approach, and I feel like the first lady, being escorted by huge, muscular, intimidating bodyguards. I ring the doorbell, and Richard’s dad opens the door.

"Gracie! How, what, uhm, what can I do for you?" he asks, confused, when he notices my company.

"Hi, Mr. Jones, I’m just here to collect my stuff from Richard. I don’t know if he told you, but he left me in the middle of our trip, without money, clothes, or a way to come home. So I’m here to get all of my stuff back; would you mind calling your son, please?" I ask as politely as I can. He obviously had no idea of what happened.

He freezes, trying to grasp what’s going on, until Mastodon says, "Now" in his commanding voice that makes even me shudder.

Mister Jones rushes into his home, and we can hear a shouting match going on inside. Soon Richards is at the door. "What the fuck do you want Grace!" he says before noticing the gang I’m with.

"Shut your fucking mouth right now, motherfucker. "You're going to collect all of Grace’s belongings RIGHT NOW and hand them over. If something is missing, we will return, and we won't be asking nicely again, got it?" I hate Jackal, but right now? I’m his number one fan.

Richard is petrified, so I take all of my courage from the past days and let it all out in a hard slap that makes him lose his footing. He turns to see me with hate on his face and a reddened cheek. He takes a step forward, but Mastodon pushes him back and stands in his way.

"Listen here, you sissy bitch, the reason we’re asking nicely is because Gracie wants it this way. But I’m begging that you do something stupid that forces me to kick your fucking ass until you can taste the inside of your lungs. So, go ahead, do something stupid." Mastodon says, in the most serious tone I’ve ever heard from him; even the police who stopped us earlier didn’t see this side of him. He’s really furious.

Richard is staring blankly at Mastodon as he rubs his face from the slap I gave him. My hand is throbbing from the pain of slapping him, but I would gladly do it again. He doesn’t say another word. He marches into his house, and after a few minutes he comes back carrying a couple of trash bags.

"Check them; if something is missing, we can get it now," Mastodon says, and I start rummaging through the bags.

"It all seems to be here," I say as I take out my purse; in it I find my wallet. "My money is gone; I had over 500 dollars here I saved for the trip," I say.

"Yeah, well, I had to pay for the trip back here…" Richard starts saying, but he is interrupted by Mastodon, who grabs his shirt and lifts him slightly from the floor, jamming him against the frame of the door.

"The lady says there were over 500 bucks there; you will return that money right now, plus interest. What do you guys say? 600 total?" He says, breathing into Richard’s face.

"650," says Jackal.

"700 for the trouble of having to come here to collect it," says one of the guys that came with us.

"You heard them: 700 right now or a broken arm and 800 tomorrow. What is it going to be?" Mastodon says as he grips tightly on Richard’s right arm.

"I don’t have it," Richard replies, and Mastodon grabs his right arm with both hands as the 700 guy grabs him by the neck.

The terrified look on Richard’s face makes me almost feel guilty about this. Almost.

"Last chance, sissy bitch, get the money or lose the arm, maybe more; we seem to be in a mood," Mastodon says as he applies pressure to the arm against his leg.

The 700 guy lets go of Richard’s neck as he nods.

"My dad can lend me some money…" He says as he tries walking back inside, but Mastodon is still holding on to his arm and doesn’t let go.

"Call him here," Mastodon says.

"Hey Dad, can you come here for a second?" He says, and Mastodon lets Richard's arm go.

Mister Jones joins us and sees the scene with suspicion but stays quiet.

"Sorry to bother you, sir, but your son owes little Grace here 750 dollars that he took out of her purse without her permission. Now we’re asking for payment, and he says you could borrow that money. What do you say?" Jackal says in a polite way that I haven’t heard from him.

"If you get the money…" Mister Jones starts saying but is interrupted by Jackal.

"It’s not for us, sir; it’s for Gracie. We're just here as her friends," Jackal replies.

"Ok, so, if you get your money back, will you take your friends with you and never return?" Mister Jones asks me.

"I promise you will never see me, or them, again after today," I reply with a fake smile.

No other word is said; I get my 750 back, and they hurry into the house.

I hug all of them excitedly and thank them profusely for their help.

Soon we’re climbing into the van, and we look from afar at what is going on at the house.

"What are we waiting for?" I ask.

"It’s very likely they’ll call the cops, and they’ll come soon; we won't act until the cops are gone. You will surely be questioned later, but since we used no weapons and Ricky boy has no evidence of any violence, you’ll be safe. Also, he doesn’t know our names or affiliations, so we’ll be untraceable unless you say who we are," the 700 guy says. 

"I don’t even know who you are," I reply.

"Oh, shit, yeah, I’m John, but here I’m known as Giraffe." It makes sense; he’s comically tall and thin.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Giraffe," I reply.

"Attourney Giraffe, if you don’t mind," He says as he hands me a business card. He’s a fucking lawyer!

"Still, I don’t know who you guys are. You’re just some people I met at a bar and offered to help me. I don’t know your names or where you’re from. Hell, I might not even be here when they try to find me to question me," I say, and I wink at Mastodon, who gives me a cute grin that nobody else notices.

We make some more small talk as we wait, and sure enough, after a few minutes a police car pulls up to the house. They spend some time talking to Richard and his dad, and they leave, shaking their heads. Richard and Mister Jones seem very upset; maybe they didn’t get taken seriously.

As soon as the police car leaves, we start shuffling inside the van.

"Alright, Gracie, do you know what arson is?" Jackal asks.

"It’s Little Mouse, and yes, let's torch that fucking car," I reply.

"Let’s do it then, Little Mouse," he replies.

We exit the van in silence and approach the house. The lights are off and no movement can be seen from the outside. One of the gang members approaches the car and, using a long wire, opens the driver’s door in a few seconds. 

Then he pops open the fuel door, and one gang member starts siphoning the gas out of the tank.

When the tank is empty, the gang opens all the doors, trunk, and hood of the car and starts spraying the gas into it. Jackal hands a box of matches to Mastodon, who lights it and throws it into the motor of the car.

It’s not even 3 minutes since we opened the doors to the van until the car is ablaze. I stare motionless at the car on fire when I feel a tug on my arm. Mastodon is pulling me as he runs towards the van.

We leave the scene just as Richard exits his house and screams in terror. My phone starts buzzing. It’s obviously Richard, but I shut it off. He doesn’t exist to me anymore.

We arrive at the hotel, and I say to the gang, "Fuck, that was exciting! I don’t know if I could ever repay you, but I can try. What do you say if we have a beer or two? I’m buying!" I say, flashing my hard-earned money. All the guys howl, and soon we’re at the local bar; the guys are back in their cuts and riding their bikes.

After the bartender is pouring the second round, Jackal says, "Alright guys, this has been a successful night, but we need to be smart. Gator, make the prospects move the vans out of the state right now. For the rest of us, it’s time to end the night. Tomorrow we ride early; we have a lot of road to cover. So, let’s finish our drinks!!"

We drink and party a little longer, but the gang starts winding down. In the end it’s just Mastodon and me drinking; it almost feels like a date.

"So, are you ready to go back to the hotel?" He asks.

I can’t answer right away; I need to think about my answer because I know it will break his heart.

"You have no idea how much I want to say yes. But I need to go home and talk to my parents. I need to figure out what is going to happen with me, and for that I have to be on my own for a bit," I reply as my eyes water.

"Oh, Little Mouse, come here!" He says and pulls me into a tight hug, the type that puts you back together. "I can take you to your parents house, no problem." As he talks, his eyes look watery, and a tear rolls down his cheek and gets lost on his beard.

I hug him back, trying to replicate his strength.

We don’t say anything else. I pay the tab, and we ride to my parents home. "I guess I should go away before your folks see me," he says as I’m getting off his bike.

"Actually, could you wait until I’m inside?" I ask and he nods. We share one last kiss, and I walk towards the door.

I ring the doorbell, and my father opens the door groggy and in his PJs. My mom is standing behind him, and they both see Mastodon. I turn to see him and blow a kiss at him, and he rides off.

Before I can talk to my parents, I get a message from him: "Good night, little mouse. I’ll miss you."

I tear up and my dad hugs me, not really understanding what is going on.

We all go into the living room, and I can see my dad eyeing the trash bags with all my stuff, but he doesn’t ask anything. I decide to tell them the whole story.

Well, no, not the whole story. I don’t think they need to know about Mastodon’s fat cock or how I got off riding his bike constantly.

But they do hear about how Richard left me alone and naked in a motel. How Mastodon saved me. About the good friends I made and how they all helped me get back home to them. Then I tell them about the job offer and the roommate I already have waiting for me if I decide to take the job.

"I thought you were taking a sabbatical, dear," my mom says.

"Yes, and I can take it working and learning to be independent," I reply.

"And you’re sure this is an actual job offering?" Dad asks.

"I really trust these guys, and I sort of owe them for helping me so much," I reply.

"So, it’s decided then?" Mom asks.

"I don’t really know; I have to think about it. The gang leaves early in the morning, and I don’t think I have enough time to make the decision," I say.

After that we decide we are all tired and should head to our beds.

I can’t really sleep; I shuffle in my bed all night, thinking of what to do. On one hand I don’t want to disappoint my parents by running away with a biker gang. On the other hand, that gang has been the best thing that has happened to me in years, and Mastodon is the best human being ever. I can’t resist the thought of breaking his heart.

I’m debating the decision when the morning catches up to me and a knock on the door startles me.

"Come in!" I say, and my parents walk through the door, carrying a backpack, a small suitcase, and a thermos with coffee.

"Honey," my mom says, "don't take this like we’re kicking you out, but we know you will never make this decision unless we… give you a little nudge." 

"Yeah, so, you can take my suitcase and this backpack. I figure you don’t have much room on the bike for your stuff, so you'll have to travel light. If you want, we can send you your stuff later, or maybe we could go on a road trip to visit you. This is life calling you, and you’ll forever regret it if you don’t heed the call," my dad continues.

As my dad talks, my mom is emptying the trashbags into the suitcase. I try to stop her, but she's working fast. I see in horror how she’s found the anal toys; she gives me a complicit side-eye and pushes them under some clothes.

As she does that, my dad hands me my coffee and says, "Look, you know we never liked Richard, and now you know there was a reason for that, but what you tell us about this new group you found… it sounds like home to me. Don’t let your doubts get in the way of your life. Go, try it, and if you don’t succeed, we will be here waiting for you." As he finishes the sentence, he hands me a handful of money.

"It’s not much, a couple thousand, so you can get started. If you ever need to come back, call us and you’ll be home in a few hours," Dad says.

"And if you don’t need to come back, call us still; we’d love to hear of your new adventures." Mom says as she closes the suitcase.

I quickly grab my essentials and jam them in the backpack. Then it hits me: What if Mastodon already left?

I frantically call him, and he picks up immediately.

"Yes, little mouse?" He answers; I can hear his voice cracking up.

"Are you gone yet?" I ask.

"No, not yet. Why?" he replies, excited.

"Could you come to my parents' home? I want you to meet them," I ask.

"Absolutely," he says and hangs up.

Not two minutes later I hear his bike outside my house.

I run to greet him and hug and kiss him.

My parents walk behind me, and I make the introductions: "Mom, Dad, this is Mast… I mean Raymond. Raymond, these are my parents."

"Nice to meet you, Mister Mastodon," Dad says, shaking his hand.

"It’s actually just Mastodon, without the mister; that’s how the gang, er... the group calls him," I interrupt.

"It’s alright; Raymond or Mastodon suits me fine. It’s a pleasure, Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd. I’m Raymond Bateman," he says. He's using his soft voice with them; he obviously doesn’t want to scare them.

"So, how did you get here so fast?" I ask.

"Oh, I was waiting for your call right around the corner," he replies.

"Oh, so you were sure I would call?"

"Not really, I was just hoping you would. I had planned to wait until noon; thanks for not keeping me waiting." He says, and his eyes lit up.

"So, mister, uhm, sorry, Raymond, my daughter here tells us that a friend of yours is offering her a job in… What was the name of the town?" My dad asks me.

"Champagne, Illinois," Mastodon replies. "Yes, he’s an accountant who is looking for a front desk girl. Claire interviewed with him on the road, and he was impressed by her skills as a barista and her people skills. Apparently, you both being coffee lovers has something to do with that."

"Guilty as charged!" Dad says enthusiastically, raising his coffee mug. "And did you hear what happened to Richard’s car last night? Apparently someone set it on fire."

"Oh, really? That's awful! I guess that karma has a way of getting to you," I reply, feigning ignorance.

"Yeah, well, if anyone asks, we know nothing and we haven’t even seen you for the last 4 days, since you moved to a town whose name I don't remember," Mom says, and we all share a little chuckle.

"So, Little, uhm, Claire, have you made a decision?" Mastodon asks sweetly.

Instead of answering, I walk inside the house and grab my luggage.

"See, she’s so tiny, like a little mouse; she practically uses no space on my bike." I catch Mastodon explaining why he calls me "little mouse" to my parents; it’s actually quite sweet.

"Do you think we can fit these and my tiny tush on your bike?" I ask, and he rushes to hug and kiss me.

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I got carried away!" He apologizes to my parents, putting me down and grabbing the bags from the floor.

My dad is laughing, but my mom has a stern look on her face. She takes me away as Mastodon ties the suitcase to the bike and he and my dad talk. I can hear them discussing the mileage of the bike or whatever.

"Are you sure about this, honey?" My mom asks bluntly. "He seems too old; I’m sure he's married."

"Divorced for over 5 years now, he has a 10-year-old daughter whom he loves, and he is on good terms with her ex. No other girlfriends or anything to worry about; he lives in a small ranch and works in IT. He rides on the weekends and has long-planned trips like this one that I hijacked," I reply. "I know that all of this is weird, but he’s genuinely a great man and treats me with dignity and love, something that now I know Richard never did.

"And if it doesn’t work out, I can always return here, right?" I ask.

"Always, honey, always. So, love? "Already?" she inquires.

"Why not? Why not risk it all once in a while?" I reply and walk back to where Dad and Mastodon are.

"Are you ready, little mouse?" Mastodon asks.

I lift my arms, and he carries me onto his bike.

Mom and Dad approach me and hug me and kiss me as much as they can. They give me all sorts of advice as they say their goodbyes.

"Here, take this with you!" My dad says, handing me his most loved coffee tumbler. "So you’ll remember your old man and all the times he asked you for coffee." I hold on to his mug as if it were the most precious thing in the world, and the bike roars under us.

"Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. I promise to take good care of Gracie," Mastodon says, and we ride off.

I take a sip of my dad’s coffee and smile.

Then I lean forward towards Mastodon and I feel the vibration of the bike in my privates.

"I think I love you," I say and start grinding on the seat as I think, "This is the trip of my life."