Sarah cruised to a stop in the parking lot. The gravel crunched underneath the tires of her car. It was a long drive from San Bernardino to Fall River Massachusetts, and 'Jacob's Bluff' Nevada was not on any of her maps. She touched the screen of her navigational computer. Lines streaked across it, and then it went black. "Nnnnoooo," she lamented.

Across the parking lot, she surveyed a diner. Once upon a time, the stainless steel restaurants served the masses along every highway and interstate road. Now it was a dinosaur left over from a bygone era.

She grabbed her purse from off the seat and exited her car. Upon standing, she picked at her black silk panties through her jeans. They formed a wedgy between her butt cheeks. At 19, she was still at that age when girls dressed to impress complete strangers. The ravages of age and apathy belonged to her mother's generation.

Despite what one might think, the desert can be quite cool during the winter. She buttoned her denim jacket and crossed her arms. The sunlight mixed with a cool breeze to form an odd mixture of hot and cold. The gusty wind blew her long brown tresses across her face. She brushed them behind her right ear and shivered.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spied a cluster of motorcycles. A red flag popped up in her brain. However, her bladder was full and demanded attention. She sprung onto the sidewalk, and threw open the glass door. A bell chimed and heralded her entrance.

She paused in the doorway and surveyed the interior. It was what one might expect, except for the women in leather. They occupied the booths to her right and left. A few lingered on stools at the counter.

Although none of the women looked directly at her, she could feel their attention focused on her. She hurried past them and into the ladies restroom. Unlike men who can pee standing, an attribute she greatly envied at this moment, she had to squat. She unhitched her jeans and tugged them down along with her panties. Her bottom hovered above the toilet seat, not wishing to touch it.

After she was through, she cleaned up with a wetnap and tugged up her clothes. Now it is a matter of etiquette to make a purchase when using the facilities. She took a five dollar bill from her purse, intent on purchasing a diet soda.

When she exited the restroom, she heard what she assumed to be thunder. A Harley rumbled up in front of the diner. Its throaty engine rattled the plate glass windows. What she saw riding on the bike stole away her breath.
"Hey Jazz, Dakota is here," one of the women called out.

A woman flipped down the kickstand with the heel of her boot. Her black leather miniskirt was hiked up the crease of her thighs. This flashed the gusset of her black satin panties. She zipped down and removed a leather jacket. After tossing it across the handlebars of her bike, she stretched her arms. A leather corset thrust her breasts out like a pair of bulging melons. They were round like cannon balls, heavy, and intimidating. Green ivy and blood red rose tattoos wove around her arms in a wanton display of sexual power.

Dakota was intimidating to be sure. However, it was the rider behind her that sapped Sarah's strength. The woman was a study in latex and leather. Her round breasts and bubble ass cheeks gleamed like the fender of a new Ford. A merciless waist cincher compressed her abdomen down to a dramatic hourglass shape. Her knees were bent and wide straps bound her calves to her thighs. Not even her head or extremities were spared. Harsh ballet boots froze her feet into a pair of painful points. A monosleeve squeezed her arms behind her, further thrusting out her chest. Two layers of suffocating latex and an outer layer of black kid-leather covered her head. As if this was not enough, a web of leather straps crisscrossed her head, and a posture collar froze it in place. Only a single ponytail of blonde hair escaped this fetish prison. The wind whipped the honey golden locks about in the air behind her head.

Dakota swung her leg over the bike and stood to her feet. Another stretch thrust out her breasts and arched her back. She turned around and attended to the girl bound to the motorcycle. It