The chain attached to the runners in the ceiling alternated between being taught and having the slightest bit of slack as she thrust in and out of the bike’s exhaust. This was the perfect spot to fuck the bikes in in the workshop, it was next to the heater so it was warm, the bike was directly under the light so it looked really hot, and the runners came to a corner meaning it was really easy for her to choke herself as she moved in and out of the silicone insert in the tail pipe.
She had done a lot of work on this bike, the transmission was shot, the suspension had buckled and she had needed a new gearbox. She thought she might not make it, but she was so brave and pulled through it all. Now everytime she looked at her she got so hard, thinking about this poor little creature that she had nursed back to health. She pulled on the strap she had attached to the throttle and in her cock felt the roar of the engine that wouldn’t even start a few days ago. A few puffs of black smoke came out of the exhaust port in the tail pipe and she stuck out her tongue to try and taste it, forgetting that she was wearing a gas mask.
As she got closer she revved the engine more, feeling the motion of the pistons reverberate throughout the bike, into the tail pipe, through her fuck pipe and into her. She leaned forward, pulling her collar tighter against her neck as the chain stiffened behind her. More exhaust fumes sputtered out and the fuck pipe began to heat up, the fumes began to turn her inner thighs and pubes black with the soot. The moment came and she leaned forward harder, choking herself more as she began thrusting furiously into the fuck pipe. She began leaking into the pipe and the throttle strap slipped from her hand, and her thrusts became slower. It wasn’t a great orgasm, she didn’t feel the cum shooting out her urethra, that was the high she was always chasing. But it was still good.
She slumped to the floor and began to crawl over to her bed, the chain attaching her collar to the runners in the ceiling trailing behind her. Eventually she got to her dog bed, she debated wether to sleep on the side with more stains to try to keep the other side clean but ultimately decided she wanted to sleep better tonight. When she woke up she would take the fuck pipe out of the bike, and she’d clean her bed. She’d definitely clean her bed tomorrow.
Her fist made contact with the little fascist's stomach, she liked the sound he made and the way his stomach wrapped round her fist as he swung back and forth by the chains that were holding him up by his wrists.
She stepped back and looked at the detestable creature. “Did you really fucking think that would work? That we would just buy the shit and not test it? That we’d all shoot up and drop dead? Well,I guess all you Nazis have shit for brains…”
“Phlease stophh, I’ll tell you whhat you wan’a know.”
“Of course you will.”, she said as she sat on the weight bench that had been pulled up in front of the bag frame that he had been strung up on. “Now, where’s the Fuhrer bunker?” He tilted his head in confusion. “Where do you and your little fascist friends hang out?”
“The Steward’s Taffern”
“The Rangers bar? Makes sense… Who’s in charge?”
“The head guy is called Martin. It was his idea…”
“Does Martin have a surname?”
“mmMacPherson”
“Did this idea include knocking off our last supplier?”
He nodded weakly.
“Thought so. So when’s the next meet up?”
“Umm… What day is it?”
“It’s Wednesday shit for brains.”
“Then tonight, at 9.”
“Will there be anybody but the club there?”
“No, it’s only us on wednesday.”
“What about staff?”
“All members…”
“Thank you… what’s your name again?”
“Dennis”
“Thank you… Dennis, you’ve been very helpful. Now I can’t let you go just yet, I need to go and see your friends. But before I go let's play a game,” she moved over to her bag and took out the two identical vials.
“Now Dennis, I’ve got two vials here. One made from that shit you sold us and the other made of only the highest grade estradiol valerate. Now you’re gonna pick one to take a dose from.”
“Please no, just let me go, I’ll never go back to them, I promise…”
“Oh Dennis, I know you’ll never go back, because after tonight there’ll be nothing to go back to, but in the meantime you’ve gotta choose. Now,” she said, holding out her two closed fists, “choose.”
He gestured weakly towards her right hand. She smiled and revealed the vial. She couldn’t remember which one it was, but she was fairly certain that he had chosen the one made from the contaminated supplies he had sold them. Fionnula took out the remaining injection supplies from her bag and drew up a big dose for the little nazi. She stuck the needle into his thigh and pushed down in the plunger, glad that soon the world would be rid of another worthless little fascist. She took out the needle and threw it in the sharps bin. “I’m going now, if you don’t die I’ll see in a few hours.”
It was a slow day at the clubhouse, most of the girls were out doing runs or working the streets, she’d only served 3 drinks. Apparently Marcie was planning something expensive and they needed to squeeze what they could from their existing territory. Clara had told Zoe that she needed to start kicking more up to the club for the next few weeks. She had been milking her subs on FanBoys hard but she was gonna need to keep at it, to get the cash that was expected of her. She checked her phone and she had a 500 VAu tip for a cock rating. She looked at the picture, and let out a pissed off grunt. These were the worst. Not only could guys never take good pics of their dicks but most of them were so painfully average that rating them was such a fucking chore. She had a standard script that she used but reading it was still a pain.
“Oh baby, it’s so thick [most guys were not stupid enough to believe that their dicks were long when they weren’t, but they liked to hear it was thick, it was a little easier for them to believe that]. I bet it’d fill up my mouth so good. And it’s so vainy I bet it’d feel so good inside me. Geeze baby, it’s such a hot cock”
She sent it off to him and poured herself a drink. This sub was pretty annoying but he spent just enough money that she had to give him the attention he wanted. She tried to be nice to her subscribers. Every now and again one would come out to her, and if the tranny porn star on their phone was mean to them then the eggs might become reppers, and there was enough of them in the world.
Janey came in at that moment. A full patch member who had just gotten out of Bartrannnie. Zoe really liked her. A lot of the girls who ended up inside changed a lot, but Janey had stayed her old cocky self. Plus she'd gotten really jacked inside and was sporting a buzz cut that gave just the faintest hint of the mess of golden curls she'd had before going in. She came up and asked for her usual and went to sit down. Zoe knew what she wanted, a pint of Tennents and “table service”.
Zoe pulled the pint and brought it over on a tray. She could have just held it in her hand, but what's life without some showmanship? She placed the pint down in front of Janey and got to her knees. After getting between Janey’s legs and putting the tray down she got to work. She unzipped her fly and took Janey into her mouth. Janey had a pretty unique cock, she'd been to the Vet before she went in and girls with orchies always always tasted and smelled differently, especially around there. On top of being fixed Janey had one of the more conical cocks Zoe had seen. Very thick at the base, but only a very small and rather pointy head that liked to hide in her foreskin.
She got to work. Normally she gave pretty sloppy head but Janey didn't like wet underwear so she focused on keeping a tight seal while trying to use as little spit as necessary. She always struggled a bit on the down stroke when she got to the base, try as she might she hadn't been able to get rid of her gag reflex and Janey's narrow always pressed pretty sharply into the back of her throat.
Eventually Janey was close and Zoe decided to give her a bit of a show. She moved off her dick and started tonguing Janey's empty sack, she was so sensitive there. “Oh fuck!”, Janey cried grabbing Zoe's head to push her further into her crotch.A few seconds later Janey was happily spurting away most of it ended up on Zoe’s face but some managed to finds its way onto the underside of the table. Zoe went about her work and cleaned both Janey and the table. She was just finishing up when she saw Janey holding out her tip. A 20 Sv note. Janey must have had a good time, she usually tipped 10.
“You’d have an easier time getting a job if you just didn’t do any of that stuff at work.”
“What do you mean?”
“Like if you just used your real name and dressed like a man.”
Cammi felt like she was living through Groundhog Day. Every time she talked to her parents it was the same bullshit. “How’s the job hunt going?” “Have you tried to get your old job back?” “Why don’t you just go back in the closet at work?” and she always had the same responses. “Bad, but my current job is okay.” “Yes, they’ve made it clear they still have no interest in hiring trannies.” “I tried that, I really fucking did. I tried to kill myself several times because of it. The last time would have worked if my boss didn’t cheap out on the building maintenance.
“Cammi is my legal name Mum.” she said meekly.
“Well it’s not the name I gave you…”
Cammi took a sip of her water rather than say anything. She had always been called Cammi even when her legal name was Cameron. She had done it in part to make things easier for her parents, but apparently they didn’t appreciate the gesture.
“Well, I still don’t think it’s gonna work. Besides, I like my job.” Cammi said wanting to move on. “I know you do Cameron but you know you can't be a motorcycle mechanic forever, and think about all that time you spent getting your masters. Don't let it go to waste.”
Cammi hated it when she said that. That's what she said when Cammi had first come out to her. “Mum you know this isn't a choice, I've made that clear.” “I know. And I… respect that… but I still think you should be realistic. And try to make the best out of a bad situation. Cammi was making the best of a bad situation, trannies like her had three options: die, sell our bodies or ride around on a motor bike with the Great Mother Fuckers. And she had chosen the best option.
“Anyway,” her mother segwayed, “did you see that Fraser is getting married?”
“Yeah I did.” Cammi was unfortunately aware of her ex-best friend and all his success.
“I was speaking to his mum and she seems like a lovely girl. They met during the production of his play. Did you see it?”
“Yeah,” Cammi had hated the vapid little spectacle but everyone around her in the theatre had eaten it up like they were pigs at a trough, “I didn't really care for it.”
“Well apparently it's gonna be doing a run in Edinburgh.”
“Oh, good for him.” She hated Edinburgh and Edinburgh people,they'd eat up any old shit.
“Maybe you should ask him if he needs a theatre tech or something? It would be a bit of extra money.”
The last time Cammi had seen Fraser he'd called her a disgusting pervert and told her to kill herself.
“Not sure. I haven't seen him in a long time. It'd be a bit rude to just ask for a job. Besides I'm gonna be getting more hours at the garage.”
Her mother gave her a look that made her want to jump across the table and scratch out her mother’s eyes.
“I've heard that place is run by some organised crime group,”
That was the only reason to work there.
“And how would I explain to your gran what you do?”
“I think she understands the concept of being a motorbike mechanic. But since we're on the topic of explaining things to gran…”
“Cameron, I've told you, “No!” She's old and her heart is bad, I don't want to cause her any more stress.”
“You told her all about Jane getting stabbed, was that not stressful for her heart?”
“Well, she doesn't like Jane very much,” that was true, Cammi had always been the favourite grandchild, even if her parents preferred her professionally successful sister Jane, “And besides that was a one time thing not an ongoing… situation.”
Mercifully at that point the bill came and spared Cammi any more time with her mother. “I love you mum.”, she said. By way of reply her mother gave her a brief hug. She never said it back anymore. “I’ll see you at Christmas.” Cammi didn’t want to be there for Christmas at her parents. But there was as of yet no reason she could get out of it. And even if there was she’d still probably attend. She always did.