Free Ride Hard and Free (Biker Erotic Romance) by Emily Stone Page B

streetwalker.”
     
    “Well why don’t you try on some jeans, then?” Maddy suggested.
     
    “Because my only pair has a cum-stain on it,” Karen reminded her suite-mate disapprovingly.
     
    “Oh, yeah,” Maddy remembered with a laugh, “hey, how about this one?” She picked up a black cocktail dress and held it up for Karen to look at.
     
    “I could try that on,” said Karen, taking the dress from Maddy, “and would you mind turning around? I’m not sure I like you watching me change.”
     
    “Why not?” Maddy asked. “You’ve seen me in my underwear plenty of times.”
     
    “That’s because you don’t mind exposing yourself,” Karen retorted. “If you were a guy, people would call you a pervert.”
     
    “Well it’s a good thing I’m not a guy, then,” Maddy replied with a cheeky smile. “That way I’m just ‘expressing myself’.”
     
    “Fine, you can watch,” Karen said, rolling her eyes, “slut.”
     
    “Bookworm,” Maddy replied, giggling at the friendly girl-banter.
     
    Karen divested herself of her miniskirt and put on the cocktail dress, slipping it over her shoulders. The hem of the skirt stopped just over halfway down her thighs, and the skintight material made her curves stand out. The dress was strapless and stopped underneath her armpits, just above her breasts, exposing sizeable cleavage.
     
    “Wow,” said Maddy, impressed, “you look damned hot, sweetheart.”
     
    Karen surveyed herself from head to foot in the mirror. She did look hot in this dress. The snug material made her curves stand out like a model’s, giving her a glamorous-sexy look instead of the cheap-sexy look of a whore prowling for clients. Looking above the neckline, her auburn hair was still tied in an unobtrusive bun, and her blue eyes sparkled even in the dim light.
     
    “There’s just one small flaw,” Maddy noted, getting up from her chair. She approached Karen from behind and carefully undid her hair band. Karen’s hair fell down and came sweeping past her shoulders, completing the picture.
     
    “Now you look perfect,” Maddy commented, giving Karen a kiss on the neck. “Now every guy that sees you will want to father your babies.”
     
    “Ugh!” Karen said, horrified, “I seriously hope not.”
     
    “I’m not saying you HAVE to sleep with a guy  tonight ,” Maddy clarified, “but it’s always good to have guys want to fuck you, even if you have no intention of letting them.”
     
    “That makes me feel so much better, Maddy,” Karen replied, not a little sarcastically.
     
    “That’s what best friends do,” Maddy answered. “Now, I still haven’t picked out an outfit for myself.”
     
    ***
     
    Karen, Maddy, and their three friends took the campus loop shuttle into town and then walked to the Hellfire Bar. The cool evening breeze made Karen shiver as her dress exposed her legs to the elements, but it was a welcome change from the rising heat of early summer. More importantly, Maddy had been right. It really was fun being in the company of a group of friends on a night out together. Karen didn’t like to leave work unfinished, but then again, she didn’t have that much work left to finish. A little time off wouldn’t do any real harm.
     
    The girls arrived at the bar and shuffled inside, glad to be out of the cold. The establishment already had about 50 other patrons present. Some were sitting at the bar with their drinks, the rest were crowded around a makeshift stage for the karaoke. The singing had already started when they got there, and the girls melded into the crowd to enjoy the event. A succession of people went onstage to test their vocal chords, often with mediocre results, but the poor singing skills of most of the participants only added to the festive atmosphere. People were singing the best they could and having fun with it.
     
    Eventually, Karen felt thirsty and extricated herself from the crowd to get a drink at the bar. As she approached the