Even late at night Metro City was still full of activity. The bright lights, the crowded streets, it never went to sleep even in the dullest of times. People were still out hitting the clubs, hanging out on the streets, music blaring from car stereos, it was quite the night life. As such, JH was in no worry of running out of things to do late at night. Especially when she had all these missions to do in her quest to get that old outfit of hers. Even if she wanted to keep some “aftermarket improvements” she had received.
She was on the waterfront where a lot of clubs and shops were. It was one of the big night life locations, people still on the boardwalk even when the crowds of beach goers had scattered with the sun waning. That didn’t mean the beach was unoccupied, far from it. People were still frolicking about, some doing some volleyball at night.
“Never a dull moment out here.” JH parked her motorcycle as the night continued. As she did, her stomach growled loudly She was positively famished, not having eaten anything since midday. “Well, can’t do those jobs runnin’ empty.”
She headed over to a food truck and decided to get something cheap and greasy. Between bites of her taco, she flipped through the app again. She was starting to get the hang of this whole thing, scoping out different places and jobs to get her wallet filled.
“God, why did they have to make this thing so expensive?” She moaned, looking at that classic outfit whose asking price was just astronomical. “Why in the world did they do that? Do they got any discounts on this thing?”
As she was doing so, some engines roared in the background and she glanced at the other end of the street. Ah, street racers, of course they were around and getting some thrills. Typical drag racing stuff, bikes racing from one end to the other as their engines lit up.
The two bikes raced past her like bats out of hell. They were fast, probably custom jobs by the pair of riders. Those were some slick machines, chrome on the exhaust pipes, done with hot paint jobs. The kind of rides that were the kind some riders were a little too into.
JH leaned against her bike, fat tits pressed against the frame and rear presented. Her fat ass, so toned but enormous, strained against the leather. Knowing the eyes glaring at her, she gave it a firm smack.
“Gonna stand there waiting, or ya gonna do something?” She growled.
She was always so aggressive. Most would find it intimidating. She made it so they wouldn’t care.
“Come on, I earned my prize. Get your ass over here.” She began to unzip her suit, fat tits only held back by chance against. She was wearing nothing but a thong underneath, digging into her starving cunt that was a wet, greedy hole waiting for a cock.
JH shook her head at that little daydream. So vivid, what was coming over her? Truth be told she had been hot and bothered since that woman kicked the hell out of her but still propositioned her. So, she liked big tits, did she? Did it matter if they were fake, or did she like them bigger regardless of means?
“Hey there, wondering when you were gonna show up.” Juri said, still in her pajamas but it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra.
JH didn’t have a chance to respond, being pulled in and then thrown on the couch. She looked as the Korean woman stripped out of her onesie and left her in nothing but a black thong. Then she descended on JH and practically pinned her to the couch. Her lithe, fit figure certainly got her attention, pale skin contrasting against the dyed black hair she had and her eyes with their predatory, dangerous gaze.
“What the fuck are you still doing dressed?” She said, going at JH’s skirt and practically ripping it off her legs.
“Hey, let me—OH!” She stopped once she felt Juri’s fingers intrude inside her.
“Just shut up and follow me. You’ll be lucky I don’t ruin you.
Okay, that was way too exciting. Was she into women?
“Nice ride.” One of the racers said to her. Her helmet was off, showing off a pixie cut dyed red.
“Thanks, little beat up, but she’s served me well.”
“Wanna hit the races, go right ahead. We’re all just warming up.” The woman raced off to where the bikes were gathered.
Hmmm, racing, maybe she could do something with that. Maybe there were some jobs at the races she could do?
You just want an excuse to feel the vibrations between your legs.
She felt shivers at that thought. This outfit though, not truly appropriate for some serious riding. Her boots modified a bit, going from the stylish punk style to something more utilitarian and sleeker, heels warping as they turned to proper riding boots. Her outfit did the same. The pleated skirt and her leggings connected and clung to her skin. Her jacket fused with her skirt to make a proper jumpsuit.
It was sleek and elegant, the kind of thing a regular racer would wear on the road. Underneath, she had nothing, big tits contained by it as it was unzipped all the way to her navel. Perhaps not a bright idea for riding, but it felt so right. Especially with what was going on right now.
She accepted a new job as the changes solidified with her none the wiser.
Burning Rubber accepted.
With that she put her helmet on. She could get some good money on the road.
Tue May 20 16:53:09 2025