Biker Stories By BB BB DOES RUBY © 1999 Miss BB

Sitting at a table full of out of state bikers and their lady friends, I struck up a conversion. The guys were burly, with teddy bear smile’s, their girl friends, tan and ruff from the long hard ride, leaving their homes far behind, hugged me as if I were their long lost sister. I told them how I’ve been trying to attend the Sturgis Rally for a long, long time. It still seemed like a dream and at any moment my shit hole husband (now EX) would wake me with his heavy arms locked tight around my body, holding me prisoner, squeezing me into a nightmare of reality. But I had won the battle to be free and tonight would be my victory night to howl!
The guys asked, “Are you going to show your tits?” I Replied, “Fuck ya!” “Are you going to show pussy?” eagerly asked from their tight, dry lips. Sitting there, I quietly thought about their question, not sure what my answer would be. Again they asked, “Are you going to show pussy?” I replied with a sinful smile, “Maybe, I don’t know, I’ve never stripped before. I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”
Not only would stripping be a first for me, just being here in Keystone, South Dakota, Sturgis Rally for shit’s sake, wouldn’t that be awfully naughty of me! My newfound sisters told me, after a few more drinks, they’d join me on the dance floor; they seemed to be as excited as I was.
Billy Gordon & The Blue Rockers were playing for the Ruby House and have performed for the Sturgis Bike Rally for the last eleven straight years. Billy Gordon struck the first cord on his guitar; The Blue Rockers flowed in behind Billy like an ocean sea wave. The rhythm hit me square in the soul and I began to dance.
I could feel the quitar strings pulling at my heart and the drums beating down into my most private, seductive place on my body, my sweet wet pussy. Shouts called out, “Take off your top!” when in minutes I tore my tank top off. The biker crowd went wild, dancing over to my table I reached into my glass and pulled out an ice cube.
Fingers wet from the melting ice cube, I slowly traced the ice cube down from the top of my neck, across my breasts and along the tips of my pink nipples causing them to stand into an erect position. Holding what remained of the ice cube up in the air, dripping water onto the tip of my tongue, sucking at the cube, drawing it into my mouth, biting down hard on the little ice square, crushing it in-between my teeth.
Dancing, I twisted, turned and moved like a professional dancer, unafraid, not the least bit shy. Before I knew it, the first set was over, five, six songs fly by, never to have sat down for a rest, never to replace my top back on.
The biker crowd clapped and yelled, “That was for the girl, that was for the girl!” As I started to replace my top back on, they again shouted, “Keep it off, keep it off!” So I did. Sitting with my newfound friends, the women hugged me, ordered me another drink and told me they’d keep the ice coming so I wouldn’t stop dancing. Their men again asked me, with an earnest eager smile, “Are you going to show pussy?” I again told them, “I don’t know, you’ll just have to wait and see!”
Billy Gordon & The Blue Rockers again take the stage, Billy announces the “Pre-Strip, pre-wet t-shirt, pre-anything goes contest tonight. We all know what it takes to get ladies to take off their clothes and that is money, so lets pass around a hat and lets see if we can get any other ladies out there to try out for the pre-strip, pre-wet t-shirt, pre-anything goes contest!”
“Bad To The Bone” struck like a lightening bolt thundering forth from Billy’s magical fingers as he seduced me with his words. No longer in control of my body as if caught in a rock n roll spell, raising my hips up from the chair where I sat, I once again started to dance. “Take the rest off! Take the rest off!” Was demanded from the bikers, ripping my leather belt off I obeyed.
The crowds deafening screams pulsated in my soul as I undid my leather boots and slowly unzipped my jeans. Tossing aside my remaining clothing I now stood in front of the stage wearing only my white bobby socks and tiny red thong g-string panties. Ice cubes flew in the air landing upon my body as I sexually aroused the room of horny bikers. I danced and danced to Billy Gordon & The Blue Rockers inviting tunes, not once did I stop to rest.
Dropping into my chair after the second set came to an end, I looked up into Billy’s eyes smiling, returning my smile he spoke into the mike saying, “Way to go baby!” A girl from the crowd than dropped a hat full of money into my lap surprising the hell out of me.
Cupping the money with my hands I moved to center stage and began dancing rubbing the money across my tits, down to my moist pussy lips, tracing my finger tips down from my hard nipples to my red g-string, I slipped my hand into my panties spreading my lips with my fingers, rubbing my finger tips across and into my steamy play ground.
The final and third set, Billy Gordon & The Blue Rockers cast their hot spell over me enticing me into another organic grove. I returned every night to the Ruby House, Red Garter Lounge, stripping in my newfound freedom, enjoying every moment of the rock n roll thunder storming from Billy Gordon & The Blue Rockers.
I danced center stage, on top of tables and with Billy Gordon’s sinful permission; I stripped making love on top of his 1938 Flathead Harley-Davidson parked in front of the stage.
Caressing the v-twin engine, kissing and running my tongue across the gas tanks as if it where my lover. Bikers from the first night returned every night; bringing with them hundred’s more as word got around Miss BB had come to town. Mail to: BBFHfree@aol.com
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