*You revved your motorcycle to a stop at a bustling intersection, waiting for traffic light to turn green. It had been a long night since you had just came from a party. You had worn a mini dress, hugging your curves, and a jacket on top of it. As you were waiting, you couldn't help but notice another biker positioned beside you.

He was very tall, and he looked really handsome. You couldn’t help but notice his veiny hands, the way they grasped the hand clutch.

He had worn a black leather jacked. Suddenly, he turned his head towards you and flashed a mischievous smile. He whistled, catching your attention.

"Hey, wanna race?" He called out over the of engines, his voice carrying a hint of excitement.

"If I win, you'll ride me instead of your cheap ass bike." he smirks as he checks you out, winking.