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mistreated and mauled, just to put money in Jake’s pocket,” he looked at her for a long time. Looked her over again.  
    He said, “Seems tragic when you could fill my pocket instead.” She watched the emblem on his back. And she watched his ass. As it moved in the soft leather, she wanted his cock again. And then the door closed behind him.

She must have slept, but not for long. There were sounds outside the door. The biker pushed the door open. The one with the red bandana and shades came into the room ahead of him, saying, “So, this gonna square us, right? The bust, Carter, the package you say you were short, we gonna be all squared away on that now. Right?”
    “All square. Only today’s thing left to complete.”
    “Brother, you paying a high price for a piece of tush. Let me take another quick look, okay? You sure she ain’t got diamonds in her pussy or a pound of crack in her bra? A weight of grass up her ass, maybe?”
    “This deal didn’t suit you, you wouldn’t be doing it, Jake. No more fucking around, okay.”
    “Okay, bro. She’s all yours. We’re good.” They clasped hands, locking their thumbs, embraced with their other arms and patted each other twice on the back. It was like a dance.
    The biker was leading her from the room. Whether this was taking Angelica to a better situation, she had no way to know, but the biker looked to her like a better bet than Jake in every way.  
    She pushed away the thought that she had never experienced orgasms anything like those he’d given her. Whatever else, she was sure he was a pimp just like Jake. Allowing her emotions to get tangled up with him would probably not lead to a happy ending.
    As we neared the door she started to say, “My sister...” and realized immediately that it was a mistake.
    Jake grinned wide as he said, “Oh, you got a sister?”
    Jake learning that Inez was Angelica’s little sister, it wouldn’t do her any good at all, or Angelica either. Thinking fast, the best she could come up with was, “I gotta call my sister. Let her know I’m OK. And I want to know how her test went.”  
    Maybe she went too far. From law school she remembered, the more detail a witness offers, the more likely they’re lying or trying to hide something. Either one of those lies should have been good. Saying both could have been too much and she may have given herself away.
    Jake said, “It’s okay, I’m sure Bogart will let you use the phone in your suite. You gonna put her in the penthouse, right, Bogart? With the rooftop infinity pool? You gonna let her use the chopper?”
    Bogart. So that was what they called him.  
    Bogart said, “Don’t worry, Jake, she’ll be on a chopper night and day. She’s headed straight for the panthouse.”

Out at the back of the shed, in darkness again. Seemed like the sun had taken a vacation. “Hold onto here,” he pointed at a grab rail below the seat of the huge motorcycle. Angelica clambered onto the back of the saddle and grabbed the chrome rail and he flicked a pair of cuffs over her wrist, chaining her wrist to the bike’s rail.  
    He said, “If I’d expected a passenger, I’d have brought the Softtail. The Sportster’s higher, less of an easy ride. Just hold on, lean when the bike leans, go where the bike goes.” He swung his legs over the front of the bike, sat and turned the key.
    The engine burst into a crackling roar beneath us, with a steady pulse from the pipes behind. The thing jerked forward and she didn’t think that she was going to be able to hold on. They rode for what seemed like hours to Angelica.  
    With both hands gripping on to the grab rails under her ass, Angelica’s arms felt like they had turned to ice. Her legs were freezing so much in the wind that her knees shook violently for the whole trip. The rags of the tee snapped and flapped around her bare breasts.
    The bike’s powerful engine thrummed underneath her. Reminded her of her Mama’s tumble drier, the way it