Thread: Freedom on Two Wheels (Salinaahmed & Casketslinger)

Johnny snickered when Serena complimented his homemade tattoo work which consisted of crude images that depicted skulls, daggers, and several naked ladies as well as several prominent swastikas. You like tattoos? Maybe I'll give you one later. He said, he breathing still sharp and panting from the load of speed he'd just slammed. Okay so I've only met this guy once, and he seemed cool enough but I don't really know him that well. We are gonna go in there and have a little chat with this guy, see where his head is at. I want you to keep your mouth shut and your eyes open. You see anything too strange I want you to let me know....Understand? You think you can handle what I'm laying down baby? Johnny asked and ran his dirty thumb and finger down her cheek. Johnny hopped back onto his bike and kick started it again, waiting for Serena to plop that sweet little pussy down on the seat behind him. His mind was racing and his dick was raging hard, but before he could get the release he so desperately needed he had to finish the business at hand. Once Serena was on the back of the bike again he roared it to life and finished out the dirt road leading to the house at full speed. Johnny yanked the steering wheel sideways and skidded the bike to a stop mere inches from the old worn down front porch of the farmhouse. The three men standing on the front porch didn't look too impressed. Johnny killed the bike and threw his hand up in a salute to his hosts, but noticed none of the three were looking at him, instead they were starting at Serena's bare legs. How's it going Jesco....I thought we were having a private meeting, I'd hate to think I just rode half way across the damn country just to find out that you ain't a man of your word. Johnny said as he stepped off of his bike, offering his hand to Serena as she dismounted. It was an act that looked very gentlemanly but was actually him showing his hosts that this piece of ass was his. I'ma man of my word, These here are my business associates. This is Randy, he's my nephew and that's Jebidiah, he's my oldest boy. I don't typically do business with guys that go by the handle of ....'Killer' so's I thought they might want to sit in our little business deal. If'n you got a problem with that you can turn yer little scooter round and head back in the direction you came from. Jesco said and when he did Randy pulled out the sawed off double barrel shot gun he'd had stashed behind his back. The younger man didn't point it, he just wanted to show that he wasn't about to put up with any funny business. Okay man....shit is cool....You and your boys are good in my book. I'm here to talk business and nothing more. My ass is rode flat and I think my lady friend here prolly feels the same. You think we could come in and talk business over a couple of beers and a comfy couch? Johnny said, still holding Serena's hand and walking around toward the stairs. Sounds good but I don't talk business with women present. Jeb can escort yer ol' lady upstairs into the parlor and we'll sip some shine and talk a bit of business. Jesco answered and when he'd mentioned his son escorting Serena upstairs Jeb's eye's lit up. Sounds great! Johnny said and gave Serena a slap on her ass. Get up there girl. Jeb is gonna keep you company while Jesco and me talk some business. Johnny said, ushering Serena up the porch steps. Jeb White was the living definition of 'hillbilly'. His hair was chopped short on the top and sides with the back left to grow long. He had a thin wiry build and only stood around 5'6. He had dark brown eyes that appeared almost black and one of them appeared to point in the opposite direction than the one he focused with. Each of the teeth on either side of his front two were missing and his smile looked awkward and creepy. He wore a dirty wife-beater tank top that was stained yellow from days of sweat and had several holes in it. Jeb's pants looked like he'd been wearing them since he was much younger, they were two sized too small and the cuffs only came to about his mid calf, leaving is mud covered work boots exposed. His belt looked as though he'd tanned it himself from a piece of deer hide and the large Bowie knife which hung from it's one side caused it to hang diagonally across his hips. Right this way....I taint ever had no brown skinned girls in the house before. You wanna see ma room? Jeb said, shuffling giddily as Serena ascended the porch steps toward him. Jeb I want you to behave now....Not like the last time with that poor neighbor girl....YOU HEAR ME BOY? Jesco said sternly but the expression on his face was that of a cruel smile. Yes pa...I be good! Jeb answered and opened the screen door to let her in the house.