But I should have heard it. Especiallywhen it turned out there were sixteen motorcycles. But I didn't. Nope, thereI was quietly sipping my wine listen...ng to the music sitting in my feminineattire when the door flew open and two brusque and burly motorcycle guys cameup to me. One flipped off the music and the other grabbed me by my wrists. Hewas so strong I snapped right up out of the chair."Come on girly. Come with us," he said. His voice raspy from what I thoughtmust be drink and smoke. I was. But what surprised Rose even more were the other things she had done like spanking both their bottoms with a ping pong paddle, hitting Jenny between her legs with a belt and performing oral sex on the girl. Even more surprising to Rose was how she felt doing all this. At first she was acting out of anger, she found herself wanting to hurt them as much as she could. But somewhere along the way she found herself enjoying this. She liked how it felt to make another person do something. She liked. It was about four o'clock in the afternoon, it was a cool sunny day. Wes was turned on but nervous, he had the hots for the cutie, but not enough to get into trouble with the cops over it.He didn't know if he would run into the two girls again or not, but it was heavy on his mind.The girls, Amber and Tamara were sitting in the parking lot having just driven up.Tamara applied lipstick then she said, “Man I'd like to fuck that guy.”Amber said, “You mean Wes Beckman.”“Yeah.”“Shit I'd have already. He took my slender arm in his large hand and wrote in blue ink his address. "Tonight, be there at eight," Drake said huskily. With that he was gone leaving me thoroughly confused. I saw Drake once later on that day when I was headed home. He was stood behind the school building with his mates smoking. His dark eyes fixed on me as soon as I rounded the corner and he blew out a casual plume of smoke. "Don't be late," he called out. "Who said I'm coming?" I retorted childishly. Drake just.