SERENA

"If you were a man, I'm sure as hell you wouldn't be able to walk by now." The biker still leading me, said, his voice barely above a whisper. He spoke like he was afraid of being heard.

"Why do you say that?" I let out a long sigh as we stepped outside. Wandering eyes from the biker creeps outside were on me again. Anyways, I'd rather they have their eyes on me, than that of the president's.

'Cause they don't make you drip your pussy juices on your panties, right? Unlike your new boss. Just few minutes with him and you've got yourself all soaked up. Funny enough,...