Sharon struck a pose in front of the mirror.
She was sheathed in a pair of skin-tight jeans, ripped at the knees, and a cropped Guns'n'Roses t-shirt barely covering her boobs. The pale underside of her tits showed as she moved. She was balancing on the heels of a pair of black cowboy boots.
She felt hot and sexy. She barely remembered the goody-two-shoes that she'd been no more than a week before, and the memory was tinged with pity and despise.
Heidy studied her critically. "I'd do you here and now," she said.
They laughed.
“Come here!”
Sharon pulled Heidy inside the cubicle, and pushed her against the wall. “Let’s,” she said, and stamped her lips on her friend’s. Heidy hummed gently as she let her in, sucking eagerly on her lips, their tongue piercings clicking against each other.
Sharon pushed her thigh between Heidy’s legs. Heidy was hot and wet. With trembling fingers, the busty brunette undid Sharon’s jeans, and then she slowly slid down, attacking her twat with a growl. Sharon gasped, feeling sparks run up and down her legs, and her spine. She placed a hand on Heidy’s head and guided her gently, orgasm mounting slowly like a tide inside her.
Fifteen minutes later, hand in hand, they walked to the cash counter. "I take the lot," Sharon said. "And I'll keep it on."
The girl at the counter smiled graciously, openly eyeing Sharon's breasts, and put Sharon's leathers in a bag. The girls paid cash for the duds, and moved to the next stop in their shopping tour.
Outside, Sharon lit a cigarette. They walked a few yards. "I wonder what we will do when Ben's cash runs out," she said, eyeing a short leather jacket in a shop window.
"I don't think that will happen anytime soon, honey," Heidy smiled.
Sharon turned at her. "What do you know that I don't, little sister?"
Heidy winked, linking her arms in hers.
"Let's get home," she said conspiratorially. "Then I'll show you.
Ben came back home later that night to find Sharon and Heidy sprawling on the sofa, sharing a bottle of Smirnoff and a fat joint.
"Lover!" Sharon exclaimed. She lifted the half-smoked spliff and waved it about. "So this is your new job, uh?"
"Sorry, Ben, darling," Heidy pleaded in mock contrition. "I had to tell her."
Ben sat between them and picked the joint from Sharon's fingers. He took a long pull, throwing his head back as he held his breath.
Then he turned and blew a lungful of smoke in the blonde's face, a relaxed grin on his face. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to pull in all the smoke she was able too.
"It's a good way to make a living," he said, passing a hand along her jeans-wrapped thigh. "And after all, you made me a biker, and this business goes with the role."
Sharon nodded, eyes still closed. "Better than being a librarian," she said.
Heidy leant closer, her big boobs rubbing against Ben's chest as she picked the joint from his fingers. He pulled her closer, an arm around her waist. The brunette took a lungful and passed the grass to Sharon.
"The college is a wonderful market," Heidy said.
Sharon nodded. "So that's why you're so popular," she grinned.
"One of the reasons," Heidy laughed, hefting one of her tits. "I am a great seller," she grinned.
"And the best advertising in the world," Ben added, squeezing her ass.
Sharon laid back, letting the grass carry her on.
When she turned at Ben, Heidy was rubbing up and down against him.
The brunette caught her stare. "The stuff makes me horny," she said.
Sharon laughed. "Me too."
She grabbed Ben's crotch in a talon-like grip. "What about a threesome, guys?"
"Fuck, yeah," Heidy grinned.
In the early hours of dawn, Ben pulled Sharon closer.
She picked the cigarette from his lips and took a mouthful. Heidy snored, her head in the lap of her blonde friend, cuddling an empty bottle of vodka. She stroked her head.
"Are you sure about the thing?" Ben asked.
"No doubt," Sharon replied, handing him back the cigarette.
"Tonight," she said, "we go back to Madame Zerelda's place. I owe the old bird an apology and a ton of thanks. Then we'll discuss business."
Ben studied the set jaw of his beautiful, evil lover. It had been a visit to Madame Zerelda's shop that had started all this, turning him and Heidy from bible nerds into a badass biker and a fluff-head party girl. And Sharon had been Zerelda's tool, the vector of the magic, and the ultimate victim of the old woman's curse.
Because Ben and Heidy had had no choice, the transformation had been imposed, but Sharon had been left with a choice: remain the god-fearing preacher daughter raised on Bible and discipline, or give in to her darker side, turning in a foul-mouthed, hypersexed, badass biker chick.
Sharon's hand was rubbing his prick, causing him to get stiff once again. Sharon's choice had been suffered, but she had finally embraced her inner bad girl.
She dislodged Heidy and straddled him.
"It will work out like clockwork," she said as she clutched his hard-on with her well-lubricated inner muscles.
Heidy mumbled something, and turned in her sleep, while Sharon arched her back in ecstasy.
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