Anyway, she tells herself, it is just for one day. And she needs her entourage to make her feel more comfortable. The truth is, Leigh really isn’t as brave as she makes out to be. But she hides this exceptionally well. Her insecurities are so deep beneath the surface that she comes across as anything but, at least in public. However, growing up the way she has can really cripple your self-esteem, and Leigh is not immune. She thinks, in fact, that she is probably so rebellious just because she is trying to hide her real self, and trying to find her real self.
She does tend to look in all the wrong places though!
Chapter Four
Come Friday, Leigh is beside herself with excitement. She takes out her clothes, and she knows that the price tags on most, on all of the items in fact, is probably nowhere close to the price tags of most of the people at American Trash. But this doesn’t matter. There is no time for her to go out and get suitable clothes, not that she would even know where to look, so she would just have to make do with what she has in front of her.
She decides on black leather pants, that fit tighter than should be legal, an even tighter leather and silk black top, and chains that are in a word, excessive. She doesn’t look at all like a biker chick. She looks like she just stepped off a couture runway in Paris, but there is really nothing that she can do about this now. She just has to deal with the fact that she looks like a million dollars. She is worth a hundred million actually, so you could say she dressed down.
When her friends walk into the penthouse, they look equally like models, and equally less than biker chicks. They are really going to stick out like sore thumbs, or like tall models in a sea of fat people, but one thing is clear, obviously so, and that is that they are all absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. Their make-up is perfect, their clothing fits perfectly, and their purses match almost too perfectly with their shoes. They look so well put together that you would think they were on their way to a charity event or a movie premier. This couldn’t be further from the truth!
They leave for the bar, in a town car, although Leigh really just wants to take a cab. She knows that the drivers of town cars talk, and that there is always the chance that one of them might mention to her mother, who doesn’t drive, that he dropped her daughter and her friends off at American Trash. Even at twenty-one, she still doesn’t have the energy for her mother’s judgments. Her mother is the most judgmental person that she knows, and Leigh actually cannot wait until she will not need to come home and live with her parents anymore.
‘One more year’ has become her mantra!
As the car drives through Manhattan the feeling in the car is tense. It is a limo, a stretch, so there is more than enough space for all four of the girls to entertain their own thoughts. But these thoughts cross over to one another. None of them say a word. They just let the tension settle over them in waves. It does, even for Leigh, who doesn’t know really what to expect, but she knows that the excitement will keep her from changing her mind.
“Well, happy birthday,” Dani says, pouring champagne into four flutes. She hands these out to each of her friends, and they clink their glasses together. The ‘happy birthdays’ are echoed throughout the limo. Leigh humbly accepts them, and then she says ‘thank you,’ really meaning it. She really loves these girls.
“We’re here,” Leigh says, looking like a child outside Disneyland; a poor child who is visiting the land of dreams for the first time.
“Yes,” Heather says.
“Yes,” Ashley says, downing her second glass of champagne, before making unnecessary adjustments to her outfit.
“How long are we going to stay?” Dani asks as they exit the limo, the driver holding the door open for them.
“We will stay as long as I want. It’s my party and I’ll stay as long as I want to. We will stay as long as I want to!” She tries to sound light-hearted, but she does feel a little bad for her friends, seeing how absolutely uncomfortable they are. She hopes that they will like it when they get inside. She hopes she will like it, but she knows that even if she doesn’t, she will have to pretend, for as long as she can, just so that the girls who are looking very apprehensive now don’t get a chance to say ‘I told you so!’
They make their way inside and look around. It is every bit like a biker bar, every bit the way it looked on the internet. Leigh would have liked to go to a seedier joint, but this was a compromise, purely for the benefit of her friends. At least, since this place had an online presence, she knows that it will seem just that little bit more legit.
But only a very, very little bit!
Leigh almost looks around for a concierge, and then she remembers where they are. She throws her eyes around the space, already filled, looking for a table. She spots a table in a corner, on the end of the bar, and quickly makes her way towards it. There is another group hovering around the table, and she hopes that she will get to it before these people sit down. The last thing she wants is to spend her birthday standing around the bar. When she sits in the closest chair to her on the table, and there is no protestation from the group of girls who look like authentic biker chicks, she motions for the other girls to take a seat.
With all of them sitting, and no waitress coming towards them, Leigh stands up, and looks at Ashley who is shifting, visibly uncomfortable, in her seat. Ashley gets up and follows Leigh the few steps to the bar. They order a round of drinks, and then turn back towards the table. Three guys are at the table right away, talking to Dani and Heather. The two women are obviously not interested, and by the time Leigh and Ashley sit down with the drinks, the men have assimilated into the crowd once more.
“This is going to be a long night,” Dani says, and she takes a huge sip from her drink!
Chapter Five
Andre is already in the pub, sitting with his friends a few tables down. They aren’t really friends, but they are all here on holiday. Most of them are bikers, and they are all staying at the Crowne Plaza in Manhattan, which is nice enough for the Europeans but not really the authentic New York experience they wanted. There are two Italians and a Spaniard. Andre is German. He looks the most like a biker, tatted all up his arm, and halfway up his neck. He is also dressed most like a biker, understated but no less authentic!
He gets Leigh’s attention, just because of his gregarious laugh. Andre really seems to laugh from the base of his stomach. It is a velvety, hoarse laugh, and every time he lets out a chuckle, Leigh looks up, and she cannot help but let her eyes linger for a while, looking at him with definite interest. What she doesn’t see, is that when she isn’t looking at him, Andre is looking at her too.
Andre is drawn to Leigh for many reasons. Mostly, he is drawn to her for her obvious fearlessness. She relaxes quickly into the situation that she doesn’t really belong in. It is obvious that she and her friends are from money, real money. But unlike her friends, she looks more comfortable in the bar than he thinks she should. He is also attracted to her physically. Every time she gets up and goes to the bar, he looks at her breasts, at her ass, and at her pretty face. He cannot help the thoughts running through his head, and he really wants to get her alone.
She needs the bathroom, and Andre sees his chance. He watches as she gets up and takes her purse, asking her friends to come with her. The other women still look horribly uncomfortable, despite being on their fourth or fifth drink, and so they just stay planted in their seats. He gets up as she disappears through the double doors that lead to the bathroom, and excuses himself from his own friends. He stands outside the male bathroom, looking at the female bathroom, the door still tightly closed.
Andre is a very patient man, usually, but now he is tapping on his knee, growing more and more anxious with every passing moment. He thinks that maybe she made a duck from the club out of the window, but realizes how absurd this is, laughing at himself for even thinking it. Two women walk out of the bathroom, and then a single female walks in. Then two more exit, and he grows more anxious. When Leigh finally steps out of the bathroo
m, her face obviously touched up, the makeup once again flawless, he catches his breath and suddenly doesn’t know what to say.
He clears his throat, loudly, bringing Leigh right in front of him. She knows that he wants to talk to her, which makes him relax a little bit. At least she can read his signals, or maybe she also wants to talk to him. Whatever the situation, he needs to say something. All of his usual German arrogance fails him now, and he just looks at her, up and down. Andre is really looking at her like she is a piece of meat; meat that he would like to tenderize over and over again.
“I’m Andre,” he says at last, pulling himself together.
“Leigh,” says Leigh, looking him over too. He is very tall, and she thinks of what she read just that morning, about the only true indication of the size of a man’s cock being his height. Her eyes start to fall on his groin, but she catches herself before they land there. There is something interesting about his eyes too, so she holds his gaze instead, not wanting to tempt herself with the possibility of this man who speaks in an accent she can’t quite place. All she knows is that he is European.
“You are very beautiful!” he says, his eyes on her breasts again. Leigh knows that she wore this top for a reason, for just this kind of attention. But now that she is receiving it, she cannot help but think that this was probably not the best idea. Her top really leaves very little to the imagination. So little in fact that she feels like Andre isn’t undressing her with his eyes, but rather that she is already completely naked. Strangely, this doesn’t make her feel the least bit uncomfortable, and she lets her eyes fall on his groin now.
“Thank you,” she says, after a long pause. There seem to be unnaturally long pauses between the times that they speak, and this has everything to do with the building physical tension between them. They are both incredibly attractive people, and they are both incredibly attracted to each other. Leigh plays a game in her head very quickly, where she needs to decide if a man is going to be a one-night stand, or if he has boyfriend potential. She really cannot make up her mind with Andre, so she decides to leave it in his hands.
“I’m staying at the Crowne Plaza in Manhattan. Visiting from Germany!” he says, letting her know where he is from, the penny dropping in Leigh’s head suddenly. She actually feels rather silly for not placing the accent, Germans being very distinctive, so that she should have known it immediately.
“Germany huh?” she asks, not sure how else to respond to this obvious invitation.
“Do you want to get out of here?” he asks eventually, a growing problem in his pants.
“What about your friends?” Leigh asks, for no real reason.
“What about yours?” he asks back.
“I’m sure we could sneak out. My friends will leave as soon as they realize I’m not here anymore. I think they are actually hoping I pull something like this!” Leigh would rather explain herself in the morning. She doesn’t have the energy for the reprimanding looks she will get tonight.
“Have you ever been on the back of a Harley?” Andre asks her as they literally sneak past their friends and leave the bar.
“It will be my first time,” Leigh says, feeling an instant thrill between her legs!
Chapter Six
The ride is everything Leigh expects, and more. She is pressed up so close to Andre that her clit brushes up against his lower back. She wants to move herself away from him, just a little bit, but she can’t. Her arms are wrapped tightly around him; partly from fear, mostly excitement, and so for the whole ride she really is stuck to him.
She wishes that she didn’t have the helmet on, but he insists. He doesn’t have a helmet on, having only one, so she’ll be the lucky one, if they are to have an accident. She knows, somehow, that they won’t fall. Andre just seems to be in total control of the beast between their thighs.
When they pull into the hotel, she needs to take a minute before she can get off the bike. She manages to dismount, and when Andre jumps off the Harley, he looks at her, asking, “Are you okay?”
“I am, very!” she responds, never having experienced such a thrill in her life. She puts ‘get a Harley’ on her mental to do list as soon as she is free of her parents, and then follows Andre into the hotel. It is a nice enough hotel, and the fact that it is near her condo, means that if she doesn’t like anything that happens in the room, she is just a quick taxi ride from home.
They get up to his room, and it looks very much like a tourist’s room. There is a suitcase on the bed, opened, with clothing strewn around it. She throws her eyes into the bathroom, and sees a toiletry bag on the counter, with most of the contents on the outside. He is really such a man!
Andre goes to the bar fridge, and opens it. Then he looks at Leigh, who comes over to the fridge and looks in. It is still fully stocked, and so she has quite a variety of drinks to choose from. He pulls a beer out for himself, and then looks at her again, waiting for her to say what she wants. “A beer is fine,” she says, although she absolutely hates beer. There is a bottle of champagne and also a chardonnay in the fridge, but she thinks that the admin of pouring her a glass of wine or bubbles will be a little too much right now. She really wants Andre to touch her.
He walks to the sliding door leading onto the balcony, opens it, and steps out into the night. She follows, looking over Manhattan, almost seeing it through his eyes. The view is stunning, especially at night with all the lights on. “It is beautiful, isn’t it?” he says, as though she, too, were a tourist. He touches her waist as they stand looking over the city, and she feels electricity streaming through her body.
“Yes, it is!” she says, not really wanting to tell him that she actually has a better view of Manhattan from her own bedroom. She just decides to go with it, letting him take the lead in everything that is going to happen here tonight.
They have two sips of their beers, just two, and then Andre takes the bottle from her hand. He puts both bottles down on the table, an elaborate wrought iron structure, and pulls her to him. He has waited long enough, controlled himself as much as he can now, and he cannot resist putting his lips on her a moment longer. His lips are full, framed by the slightest hint of stubble. Leigh isn’t sure if this is done on purpose, or if he just didn’t shave this morning, but she likes it.
When his mouth lands on hers, her eyes close, and she melts into his kiss. He really is a great kisser, and when his tongue starts to snake into her mouth, she receives it easily. It is thick, it is long, and it is wet. She loves it, unable to move for a minute, unable to kiss him back, just for the moment. And then, when she catches herself, she is kissing him back, and they are such a perfect fit that they both feel like they could kiss one another forever.
They do kiss for the longest time. By the end of the kiss, Leigh is really wet, and Andre is incredibly hard. He cannot hide his erection either, it is just so present, so forceful, and incredibly eager to be freed from his tight pants. Leigh looks down at it, and she sees in the light coming out of the room that it really needs to be let out, to be freed. She looks him in the eyes, seeing the look of lust and longing, and so she just takes a deep breath and starts to work on his belt.
She unbuttons the pants and with the zipper in her hand, she pulls it down slowly, not breaking his gaze. She doesn’t think about it, working the zipper all the way down, and then she places her hands on his face. He bends down, kisses her thank you, and then pulls his pants down so that they sit below his butt, his underwear too, and his freed member almost breathes an audible sigh of relief. She isn’t sure what to do with it, with herself, but she feels that she has let him know that she is open to anything tonight, and so now she can relax and let him take the lead!
Chapter Seven
Andre bends over and pulls his pants off completely, and then stands to pull his t-shirt over his head. He is completely naked now, his boots having come off first to facilitate the removal of his trousers. Now he has to get Leigh naked, and so he starts with her top. It looks more elaborate th
an it really is, and it is just held up by a series of chords on the side. He figures it out quickly, and soon enough the top is off sliding it from her body and setting it carefully on a chair that sits on the balcony. He turns her around slowly, looking at her with adoration, and undoes her bra, gently pulling it off, even though it is such a sexy piece of underwear that he really thought of just leaving it on. But he also really wants to see her breasts.
He is mesmerized by her chest, and he cannot hold himself back from taking the ripe nipples into his mouth. One at a time, he sucks on them tenderly, losing his face in her chest but working at the same time on her leather trousers. He gets the button undone, the zipper down, and as he works her pants down her sexy legs, she kicks off her heels, allowing him to remove the leather completely.
Something changes in Andre when Leigh is standing in front of him in just her panties. The bad boy biker in him seems to come out, like a beast released from a cage, and he takes her panties between his teeth and pulls his face away from her pussy, taking the panties with him. They are of exceptional quality though, so snapping them off with nothing but his mouth is impossible. He lets them go and brings his mouth and nose so close to her cunt that it feels like he wants to stuff his nose inside her.
Andre sniffs in the scent of her, and then places his tongue on her moist panties, fusing her moistness with the moisture on his tongue. He licks hard, and Leigh almost falls over. Realizing that this is going to be a problem, he gets onto his feet, and lifts her off the floor. He carries her back inside, and places her on the bed, on top of the clothes. Then he pulls items off of the bed, and pushes the suitcase off of it. It lands on the floor with a loud thud, the clothing left inside it falling all over the floor.
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