He reached out and grabbed the zipper of the halter top. He pulled it down to below my breasts. It fell open a bit. The sides of my breasts were exposed. If I stood up straight it was fine. If I bent over, my nipples showed.

He turned to Kyle. "What do you think? Starting to look like a real biker slut, don't you think?"

Kyle just nodded.

Biker slut? He called me a biker slut. Kyle didn't even flinch. Well, if it was ok with him, I was going with it. We told the girl I was going to wear the clothes out. She took my old clothes and...