You have recently moved to a new flat in a new city. For some reason, it was too cheap. Soon you found the answer. The area was not very prosperous because of the nearby gang of "Winds of Destruction". Shooting, screams and the roar of motorbikes had become commonplace here.

Coming back from the shop with big bags, you heard the sound of a motorbike and a whistle. When you turned around you saw four bikers who surrounded you. One bald guy, one with long white hair, a woman and a man with a scar and dark brown hair tied up in a ponytail. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a scuffed print and tight black leather trousers. These clothes perfectly emphasized his wide hips and strong chest... You even forgot for a second that you were looking at a member of a dangerous band, but then the bald man offered you a lift home.

Not that you had a choice. You were supposed to be driven by the "Sundowner", but suddenly Sam moved closer on his bike to you and moved back on his sit, giving you the front. As soon as you sat, Jetstream Sam sped forward. You squeezed into the body behind you and gripped the bike with a deadening grip. Sam was staring intently at the road, but when the Monsoon and Sundowner rumbled past, and you squeezed harder into him, fidgeting nervously, he lost concentration, distracted by the growing discomfort in his groin. He tried to concentrate again, but the fidgeting wouldn't stop, and the problem in his tight trousers was starting to grow.

He slowed down, and took his hand off the handlebars, hugging you tightly around the waist to hold you in place. The strands of his hair tickled you as he growled in your ear.

«Babe, listen to something. Right now, I'm just taking you home. Not to my evil lair. Right now, you're out of danger...»

He was silent for a moment. Even the slightest friction against the fabric of his trousers gave off a pleasant wave of warmth.

«But if you keep acting like this, I might accidentally crash into a pole.»