Sinful Biker

by Terri Lane

  “I've never been on a yacht before,” she whispered to Sierra.

  Those brown eyes glittered as they turned to her.

  “Well, you're in for a real treat.”

  Jordan smiled wide and followed Sierra up the short red plank leading to the boat. She glanced over the gated plank and gasped. They were high above the water. Gulping, she returned her eyes forward and focused on Sierra's long brown hair bouncing behind. It smelled like roses in the evening breeze. A gentle hand rested upon her shoulder and she smiled, knowing that Cora was right behind her.

  They were greeted when they finally boarded the yacht. A glass of champagne was handed to each of them and Jordan sipped hers carefully, recalling the manners she had been taught the day before by Cora. There were ways to blend in to billionaire society without being an actual billionaire. It was all an extensive visual trick. As long as she appeared noble, they considered her noble.

  She smiled as she recalled the conversation.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, we are delighted to welcome you to our annual gala event here on the Harrington Yacht. The proceeds from tonight's event will go to the North Island Orphan Foundation and the New York Alliance for the Homeless,” announced someone over the speakers.

  Jordan looked up to find the person speaking, but didn't see anyone. She figured it must be someone over the PA system.

  “Please, enjoy the free champagne and treats. We're going to have a lovely evening. Thank you!”

  A light applause filled the deck and Jordan followed suit. Rule number 12 according to Cora: always do what everyone else is doing. She chuckled lightly and turned to the women standing at her side while holding up her glass.

  “Here's to you, my darlings,” she smiled.

  Cora and Sierra smiled warmly, their eyes sparkling under the beautiful white lights glittering above. They clinked their glasses together and each took a sip.

  “This is quite extravagant,” Jordan whispered. “Are you sure it's okay that I'm here?”

  “You look like you belong here,” Sierra replied with a wink.

  “Don't worry about it. Nobody here is going to really care. Besides, I have a surprise for you two,” Sierra added.

  “A surprise?” Cora implored with a smile.

  Sierra nodded. She motioned for them to set their glasses down and then took their hands, pulling them to a set of stairs on the other end of the yacht. The set of stairs led down to a small door that they each squeezed through. After Sierra shut it behind them, she pulled them further into the dark tunnel.

  “It smells weird down here,” Cora commented.

  “Just a little further,” Sierra insisted. “I paid good money for this.”

  “You paid good money for fish?” Jordan joked.

  The girls tittered with amusement as they continued forward. Up ahead, a blue glow appeared and grew as they approached. Jordan and Cora gasped and clutched each other.

  They were standing at the very bottom of the yacht inside a blue-lit room. The floor was made entirely of glass and they could see beneath the boat. A number of fish with dazzling scales were floating about, including some smaller ones that flitted this way and that. Tearfully, Jordan turned to Sierra.

  “It's beautiful,” she whimpered.

  “I just wanted you both to know how much I thought of you,” Sierra whispered. “To see how beautiful you are to me.”

  Cora began to cry. Jordan squeezed her hand as reassurance, but the woman broke into tears and fell forward. Sierra held them both as they quietly blubbered against each other. Heat rose from their faces as they began to kiss, falling into heated rapture rather quickly as they continued to nuzzle each other.

  Jordan's lips fell over shivering skin. The blue light surrounding them inspired her to slip her hands over satin legs and smooth over erected nipples. She discovered a protruding breast and turned to see Sierra pulling hers out, running her fingers in a sultry fashion down the straps of her dress and underneath her breasts to frame them. Jordan sighed and licked her lips.

  As she pressed her hungry mouth to Sierra's breast, her fingers remained fixed on the satin thigh that quivered beneath her touch. Her tongue lapped at the protruding nipple and circled it gently, inspiring moans to surface from above. She smiled with the nipple between her teeth. A tug caused a heated groan and she sucked the nipple into her mouth, humming as she lifted the dress blocking her entry to Sierra's sweet petals.

  Without missing a beat, she knelt down in her gown and buried her face underneath the silk dress. No underwear. She grinned as her tongue sought the source of pleasure, humming contentedly as it met a warm vulva that twitched with delight upon being touched. Eyes batted up towards Sierra, watching carefully as that flawless face contorted between utter delight and wretched pleasure.

  Fingers tangled into Jordan's hair as a curious hand slid up her thigh. She trembled, knowing that Sierra was delicately tracing her vulnerable skin. Those clever fingers slipped up towards her panties and stroked the wet fabric, eliciting a soft moan that vibrated the vulva in her mouth. One finger gently poked beneath the fabric followed by another. They easily slipped inside her entrance, causing her hips to buck forward. Sierra steadied those hips with her free hand and pushed her fingers deeper.

  Groaning, Jordan lapped fervently at Sierra's silky folds. Fluid gushed into her mouth and trickled down her chin, practically coating the front of her dress. She didn't mind it. Her focus was solely on the pleasure of her lover. While she slipped a finger inside, Cora shifted behind her. Though she was curious, she didn't turn around.

  A warm and wet vulva met hers. Moaning with delight, she continued to finger Sierra while lifting her gown to take a peek. Cora had positioned herself beneath Jordan in order to press their portals together. Her hips were angled upward as one leg remained underneath and the other wrapped over the dress. With slow, heated motions, she rolled her hips and humped Jordan.

  Sierra whimpered at the sight. Her fingers dug deep into Jordan's bun, forcing the delighted mouth back into her muff. All three women joyfully groaned as skin smacked against skin, the sound reverberating in the small glass room. Jordan sucked the clit into her mouth and hummed to make it vibrate. The hips in her hands shook and she sucked harder, rolling her tongue over the folded skin while her fingers danced inside Sierra.

  Cora humped against Jordan, her moans heatedly rolling together along with her hips. As her breasts bounced, her hair came undone and flowed around her shoulders, blonde streaks floating over her smooth skin. She grabbed a portion of Jordan's bottom, smacked it, and humped harder while throwing her head back.

  Another grunt sent Jordan into a heated spasm. She licked fervently at Sierra, hungrily licking up all the fluid that dared to attempt an escape. A primal urge to hump harder overwhelmed her and she teetered forward, deepening her position into Sierra's folds. She moaned long and loud, releasing her climax as soon as she reached the top.

  She gripped Sierra's legs and grunted while Cora shook beneath her. The three clung to each other desperately as they came, their bodies fluctuating between violent spasms and gentle shakes. When their orgasms had passed, they collapsed on the glass floor in a fit of laughter. Jordan climbed on top of Sierra and kissed her lovingly. Cora inserted her arm between them, squeezing breasts and sighing with satisfaction.

  “You definitely paid good money for this.”

  ***

  Jordan sat timidly in the meeting room. A pair of lawyers along with Cora and Sierra sat on one end with her while Captain Roy and a lawyer sat on the other end. She smiled timidly at her boss who returned the same polite grin.

  “Shall we begin?” one of the lawyers asked.

  Everyone in attendance nodded.

  “Tell me, Captain Roy. How exactly did Officer Young's job come into question?” asked a lawyer.

  “Someone had informed me of her involvement with the Henderson case,” Captain Roy replied.

  “And who informed you?”

  “Of
ficer Fields.”

  The lawyer looked down over his papers and ran his finger along a few lines of text. He popped up when he found what he was looking for.

  “So, she was accused of a conflict of interest. Did Officer Young become involved with the couple—Miss Henderson and Miss Jarvis—prior to the suspect being caught?” asked the lawyer.

  “No, sir,” replied Captain Roy.

  “So, she only became romantically involved with the couple following the capture of the suspect?” the lawyer continued.

  Jordan held her breath in her seat. This would be the defining line. She was surprised it had even reached this level of seriousness. As she gripped the edge of the table, her boss shook his head.

  “No, she did not become romantically involved prior to that. Not to my knowledge,” he replied.

  “I think those are all the questions I have. Officer Young isn't in breach of any contract, she has not engaged in any illegal activity, and has not influenced the course of this case other than finding the suspect,” the lawyer explained. “I don't think there's any reason under Article 18 that she should continue to be on leave.”

  A smile crossed Jordan's lips. She knew she hadn't done anything wrong, but it was such a close call. Sierra reached under the table and gripped her hand. It made her feel supported, stable. As she met her boss's gaze, she offered the same polite smile.

  “I'm sorry, Young. I was just doing my job,” he admitted.

  “Who exactly told you to put Officer Young on leave?” the other lawyer asked.

  “My superior, Chief Gordon,” the captain replied.

  “We'll have a word with him. I think we're done here.”

  The three women stood triumphantly and hugged. Afterwards, Jordan reached across the table to shake hands with her boss. Though he was a hard man, she knew there weren't hard feelings.

  “I forgive you, Captain,” she said. “I know it wasn't all you.”

  He rubbed the back of his scalp nervously.

  “You know, some people in this department were timid about you...coming out, so to speak, but—” He looked with a grin between the three of them. “I don't see why. You three look very happy together.”

  Jordan nodded with joy.

  “I am, sir. We are,” she replied. “Thank you.”

  When the lawyers had left the room along with the captain, the three women remained inside to discuss their plans for the afternoon.

  “Well, if I have my job still, then I'll likely be working,” Jordan stated.

  Cora and Sierra each pouted. It made Jordan giggle and roll her eyes, her fingers searching for their necks to stroke.

  “Please, don't do the face,” she begged.

  “But we want dinner,” Cora cooed.

  “And it would be nice to sit inside by the fire,” Sierra added.

  “It's 100 degrees outside. Why would we sit by the fire?” Jordan posed.

  Sierra grinned and kissed Jordan on the cheek.

  “Because we can make marshmallow sandwiches and feed each other,” she teased.

  A giddy Jordan pulled Sierra in close. She nuzzled that gorgeous neck, breathing deep the scent of lavender and a medley of flowers. It reminded her of their first bath and a mischievous grin crossed her lips.

  “We could always take a hot bath,” she whispered.

  Sierra tittered as Cora snuggled into them.

  “I think that's a glorious idea,” Cora agreed. “And we can add some wine to the mix. Maybe have some toys in the tub.”

  “Cora!” Jordan exclaimed.

  The three giggled as they looped their arms around each other, swaying as they walked out of the meeting room. Their chatter filled the halls as they made their way to the front of the building where they greeted the bright and blistering afternoon. Jordan pulled on her aviators while watching the blue sky, nudging them up her nose before wrapping her arms around both of her beautiful women.

  As she walked proudly to their black car, she imagined the amazing things that would be in store from here. The memorable pictures, the sparkling events, the incredible sex, and the dark nights that were now cured of their loneliness. No longer did she have to sleep alone. Not only did she have one love, but she had two.

  And that was all she could ever need.

  THE END

  = Bonus Book 13 of 20 =

  Taken by the Aliens

  “Hey Tessa, I knew I would find you here. Want some lunch?” Smiling, Tessa turned away from the view to see her friend Lindesty approaching with two lunch bags in her hands.

  “Sounds good space sister, thanks,” she answered. Lindesty laughed and handed her a lunch. She sat next to her in front of the observation window.

  “You really love this view, don’t you?” Lindesty asked. Tessa nodded and removed the prepackaged meal from the bag. She twisted the knob on the side and there was a popping noise. The meal container began warming up.

  “I do. The security guard who caught me when I got to Station One came by a minute ago. He asked me if I regret stowing away on the cargo ship. I told him as long as I can get a look at this view I have no regrets,” Tessa told her friend. The label on the food pack changed to a tan color indicating it was done. She opened the package and the smell was heavenly. She looked at Lindesty in surprise.

  “This can’t be real chicken, can it?” Tessa asked softly. Lindesty grinned and opened her lunch too.

  “Yep, I got a line on a man who brings it in for the station’s brass. He gets enough extra so he can sell some on the side. Amazing huh?” she said and they both dug into their meal.

  “Thanks Lindy, I really appreciate this. Breakfast was a little slim. Do you guys need me at the booth today?” she asked before biting into another piece of chicken.

  “Yep and for the rest of the week if you want. I also wanted to let you know the boss is looking for another dancer,” Lindesty told her.

  “You know I can’t dance. I can fight and I can dazzle you with my computer skills, not dance though,” she reminded her friend.

  “I know; it just seems you wouldn’t have to be living on the edge like you are. I worry about you Tess,” Lindesty told her and Tessa reached out and squeezed her hand.

  “I appreciate it but I am fine. I may not always eat as well as I should, but I am getting by. Not to mention I am able to network with customers at the sales booth. Eventually one of the tech guys will hire me despite my record. You’ll see. I will get where I need to be eventually. Like I told the security jerk, this view is all I need for now,” she said gesturing at the stars outside the station. Tessa couldn’t get enough of it. Lindesty patted her shoulder.

  “I know; the stars are the limit,” said Lindesty. “Why you had to come all the way out here to find them, I will never know. I am glad you did though,” Lindesty looked embarrassed. She never liked getting too touchy feely. Tessa appreciated it though.

  “Thanks, I am glad I met you when I got here. I hope you don’t mind having a temporarily deadbeat friend?” Tessa told her with a grin. Lindesty laughed. She had a great laugh. She was also a gorgeous woman with bright red hair and a voluptuous figure that brought in a lot of tip money at Dancers Galore. Tessa was similar-shaped except instead of the angular exotic face like Lindesty, she had a more heart-shaped face, with long blond hair. Lindesty was wearing a long gray robe that hid her figure well and her hair was in a tight bun. She did not believe in showing off if she wasn’t getting paid. Tessa had picked up the not showing off habit from her friend. She wore a baggy jumpsuit and her hair was in a braid down her back.

  “You aren’t a deadbeat. Merely ‘temporarily searching for the right employment’,” she said in a snooty tone and they both laughed. They finished their lunch and started walking back to the market area of the station. Lindesty had got Tessa a job working the booth her employer ran selling hair care, perfume, nail care and other self-beautification products. They hugged goodbye in front of the Beauty Galore booth.

  “Dinner tonight rig
ht?” Lindesty asked.

  “Sure, I’ll be there,” she responded and waved as she opened up the little place for business.

  Tessa arranged the products and then went into the back area and got herself presentable for selling beauty stuff. She unzipped her jump suit to just above her waist showing her tight, white activity bra that covered half of her stomach, as well as her breasts. It also uplifted her breasts when she snugged it tighter. Then she took her hair out of the braid and brushed it, liking the fizzy appearance it got from being braided. After a moment Tessa decided to spice things up a little and found a red sash contrasting with the blue suit and white underthings. She tied that around her waist leaving the ends hanging down between her legs. A red head band held her hair out of her eyes; the knot hung down next to her ear. It was time to open Beauty Galore.

  Tessa was surprised that she started selling right away. Business was much better than usual. Her customers were as varied as always. Men, women, alien men, alien women. It was part of the attraction of living at the edge of known space. There was always something different to explore. The initial rush of customers died down. As she was taking payment from a male Kindar she decided to ask what was the occasion.

  “So is there something going on that I haven’t heard about? Business has been really good today,” I asked.

  He smiled. The Kindar were one of the spacefaring races that were a lot like humans. They were generally tall and athletic looking. Most of the Kindar she met had dark brown or black hair. The only difference that she had ever noticed was their eye color and their fingers, which were an inch or so longer than human norms. This Kindar was especially handsome and smiled with grace and appreciation as he met her eyes. His were a light blue.

  “There is an Ambassadorial Conference taking place in five days. I would think many want to purchase some finery for the occasion,” he answered me. He was right. It wasn’t just perfume and self-care. The Beauty Galore had a small collection of silk undergarments for men and women. Those had been doing better than normal business. Although Tessa wasn’t sure how the undergarments would fit the four armed Nartock who had preceded the Kindar.