A second in the Allouette Series a Novel About Sisters
E-Book, Englisch, 200 Seiten
ISBN: 978-1-5439-2711-5
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CHAPTER TWO Anchorage As the sun peaked over the frozen snowy peaks of the Denali, nothing could have prepared the wilderness silence for the incoming assault of a masked rider punching the throttle of a black and chrome Harley gangster bike. It was May. The sky remains illuminated all night for another two months. The rider was in thermal underwear and black leathers. Goggles and a heated mask protected the face. Hanging out the back of the jacket was a blond horse’s tail as big as the Alaska wilderness. When she let out the clutch, the bike roared again, this time nearly breaking the necks of the moose and caribou foraging for grass within earshot of the Iron Maiden. The bike was beautiful. Every time she moved her new boot under the shiny shift pedal, a wide smile spread across her lips. Lips worth protecting with the finest lip balm money could buy. In her mind’s eye, she replayed the day before at the dealership. She asked the bald salesman with the gangster soul patch and head tattoo, to show her a bike made just for her. He started off by telling her she would have to relax and let him take a few measurements. “Hi, I’m Chugg,” he said pulling out a measuring tape and walking slowly around his customer. He put his finger firmly on her left hip and pulled the tape across her small butt to the other side. “Hmm,” Chugg mumbled. “Hmmm?” the customer mimed. “Now, I need to do your inseam,” he said. “Standing up or laying down?” she asked. “Standing, unless you lay it down a lot,” was his reply without skipping a beat. “You won’t need to stop at my thighs, go all the way up,” the customer challenged. “I ride tight,” referring to hugging the frame with her crotch and legs up close to the tank. Chugg kneeled down on the floor and placed the end of the tape under her black leather boot before pulling it up quickly to the top at the inseam poking it with his finger into the crevice. “No thighs here,” he said, scratching his head, wishing he could take the measurement again. “Anything else?” the customer asked knowing full well the measurement was a gimmick for the amusement of the salesman. She then repositioned her non-touching thighs two fingers apart. “Have you ridden a bike before? Where do you like to rest your hands?” he inquired. “I’ve ridden before,” was her reply. “I don’t like monkey bars. I don’t ride high and wide. In fact, I usually have my hands resting on the lap of the guy up front. But today, I’m driving.” “Come,” he said hypnotically, motioning with his index finger to follow him to the back of the store. She followed him to the back room. It was empty now. At closing time, it would be full of bikes from the line displayed out front. “This is a brand new model we just got in. This bike was made just for you. If you look closely at the ride, you see the designer used a full figured woman for inspiration. If you start at the back of the bike, you see a super wide rear tire. “Gangster” look. It’s very sexy and makes for a very comfortable ride. When I look at the back of this bike, I see a woman’s ass. Your ass. Curvy, rounded. I can practically see you hanging out the back of a pair of leathers. When you look down at the chassis, you see where the very back end is wide and comfortable.” “Then your eyes follow the seat up to where the gas tank starts. The bike has a very narrow midsection like a woman’s waist. And then your eyes are drawn further up towards the front where the tanks are hanging. Their lines make you want to run your hands up and down them like they were a woman’s breasts. The tanks are oversized and are designed to hold a lot of fuel for long distance riding. Everything in Alaska is long distance. Harley put a lot of thinking into this one.” “Bend over and look at it from the front. Way down,” Chugg instructed. “The forks and headlight are beautiful. The chrome calipers are showy. You can’t take your eyes off of them. They are like women’s earrings. The wheels are five spokes, black, and chrome. The freshest design out there. Mount this ride, and you are going to get a lot of attention no matter where you go, whether you are on it or not.” “People are going to wait to see who comes out to claim it. This bike is you. I can show you a bagger or a cruiser, and they are special. But this bike was designed for a woman like you. There is nothing you can do to dress this up until you get on it. Go ahead, straddle the seat with your feet down and check it out. Put up the kickstand and tip it from side to side,” Chugg challenged the customer. She threw her leg over the bike and tightened her thighs around the place where the tank met the black leather seat. It had a natural feel. The bike was designed to give special comfort to a woman who would be sitting at a traffic light feeling the cam vibrate with every piston cycle. She rocked the bike side to side and tested the feel of the calipers in her hands. She pushed the bike slightly forward with her strong long legs and tried the feel of the brakes. Nicci started out with a slight smile, which grew into more of a sense of familiarity and affection. She had ridden this bike before. In her dreams. “I think it’s starting to grow on you,” Chugg commented. “What’s your name?” “Nicci.” “If I get so fortunate to write this up, so you can ride it out of here, I’ll need a last name,” he said, knowing full well a trick of the trade was getting the last name as a sign the buyer was hooked. “Bleu. Nicci Bleu.” Chugg extended his hand to the customer straddling the black and chrome bike. “Nice to meet you,” he said while shaking her hand as if it would be the last time he would ever get to touch her. “I used to know a Nicci.” “No you didn’t,” she calmly replied while squatting down low to look at the bike from a different angle. “Yeah, you’re right. I didn’t. But I wanted to,” Chugg confessed. “You’re my first Bleu customer,” he said faking a laugh. “And you’re my first blue Chugg today,” Nicci said laughing back. “What does Harley call it?” “The Breakout,” Chugg said proudly. “Breakout?” “Yup. The Breakout is a softtail high output Screaming Eagle Twin Cam 103B engine. It comes with an 18’ 240 mm rear tire, the widest ever put on a production motorcycle. The frame is low profile which means it has drag bars, stretched out and aggressive. The front has wide forks and chopped dragster style fenders. As you can see, it comes with a side mounted license plate so it won’t take away from the rear tire. You want to know the price?” “You going to give me a discount?” Nicci asked raising her eyebrow. “I can’t do that. It’s a new floor model. But I can throw in some ass-essories,” Chugg laughed. “I need warm boots, anything you got heated, a new coat, leather pants, fancy ones and the warmest gloves out there,” Nicci demanded, knowing at this point, she had full control of the deal to be made. “I just got off the plane,” she admitted. “We have all of the riding gear you need right here,” Chugg assured. “Mr. Chugg, how much are you going to take me for today?” Nicci asked. “Twenty-three and some change. And my name is Myron.” “No change and I want all of the riding gear thrown in, MYRON,” Nicci demanded. “I dunno. I’ll have to ask the manager, and he’s not here today,” he responded. “I thought this was YOUR store,” Nicci said smiling and biting her sunglasses flirtatiously. “You got me … . Don’t you even want to ride it first?” Myron quizzed. “I’ve ridden bullet bikes in LA and BMW bikes across Europe. I’ll manage somehow. Oh, and a passenger seat too,” Nicci ordered. Myron looked up into the sky as new fantasies filled his head. “Myron, I can read minds,” Nicci confided in Myron while lightly patting him on the shoulder. “You been to Gwennies, across the street yet?” Myron asked trying to change the conversation. “Just this morning. It would be the first reason why I would move here,” Nicci confided. “Oh yeah? What would be the second reason? Do you want to eat lunch there?” No response. “Do you want my service guy to go over maintenance with you?” Myron asked. “I’m okay. I used to turn a wrench here and there,” Nicci confessed. “Really? Well then, anything else the bike needs?” Myron reviewed. “A Screaming Eagle Heavy Breather Performance Air Cleaner Kit.” “Deal. Now, I am going to make you pay … I mean, How will you be paying for this today?” he asked. She pulled a black American Express out of her purple bra, handing it over to Chugg before he could blink. He kept turning the card over in his hands as the card was slightly warm and had just come from a place he would never get to go. “Oh,” she added. “I need you to take my car back to the Enterprise rental place at the airport.” “Really?” Myron remarked now unsurprised. “I can’t do the Ride with YOU and take the rental back at the same time. Seal the deal, Myron.” “Would you like a job here?” he asked with a masochistic tone of his voice. “After I worked through all of you here, then what would I do? You’d get mad at each other and likely end up closing the store. We...
