Bike Club Girl, a story by Lark Holt.
When Megan and Kelly’s truck breaks down in the middle of the desert highway, they find the men of the Conestoga Bike Club willing to help…for a price.
“Won’t you please help us?” asked Kelly. “We’ll make it worth your while.”
A couple of the men sniggered.
“Will you now?” said Steel, glancing over at Megan. “And you…will you make it worth our while too?”
Megan felt a shiver rush through her body because she didn’t think he was talking about money. Men like this bartered for other things: drugs, booze, women. Didn’t take an idiot to see which category she and Kelly fell in.
“I don’t know what you mean…” she said stiffly.
“I think you do,” he said, opening another beer and taking a long swig. “We have something you need…and you have something we want. Seems like a fair trade if you ask me.”
“What exactly do you want?” asked Kelly.
“A good fuck,” said Steel, but his eyes weren’t on Kelly—they were trained directly at Megan.