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Rio passes you a helmet, and you’re ready for your trip. 

Well, define ‘ready’. The road is calling, promising quite the journey and damn hot company, but you don’t know what to expect. It’s as if they summoned you, and you just willingly went with it, no second thoughts, no real idea who these women are. But as Drew Barrymore once said: If you don’t take risks, you’ll have a wasted soul.

You lean into Agatha’s back and hear her leather jacket creak; her hair tucked under the deep purple helmet, but her scent still reaches you—sharp and heady. You inhale again and again, already addicted. She smells like lavender sage and campfire.

There’s something witchy about this woman, something that pulls you in, but you stop short and try to keep a little distance—just a precaution. You don’t know shit about being a passenger on this chrome beast, so you just follow instinct.

‘Don’t be shy, peach,’ Agatha says, ‘I don’t bite. Much.’ 

She chuckles. You lean into her, finally wrapping your arms around her waist.

‘That’s better, hold tight, okay?’ Her tone is strict yet warm. Like a campfire.

Thank god you’re wearing helmet. Otherwise, everyone would’ve witnessed the flush on your face. Rio, to be specific.

The Arizona landscape is spectacular during the sunset, stealing your breath just like the wind slapping your face. The women drive fast and smooth. You can tell they’ve done this a thousand times; and you lose track of time, hypnotized by the road slipping away beneath the wheels.

When the highway stretches open and empty, Rio rides up neck-and-neck on her dark green Harley. The view? Unreal.

Wrapped in leather and tight jeans, she steadily holds the handlebars, and when her leg drops and her cowboy boot taps the rear brake, the bike gives a deep, satisfying roar under her heel. She does the thing several times in a row just to make some noise.

Agatha answers with the same move, and you’d hazard a guess, it’s probably their secret love language on the road, which you wouldn’t understand—not yet—but the trip is long and you’ve got all time in the world to learn.

Your body’s starting to feel the ride—aching legs, sore butt, tired arms. You hold tighter, fingers digging into Agatha’s stiff jacket; there is a looming fear of falling down that follows you, but you trust your gut, which means trusting them. You don’t want to whimper asking for a break. Or maybe you just don’t want to embarrass yourself and show them your weakness. God. Are you being stupid?

But there’s no need to hide your exhaustion anymore—the speed gradually declines, they pull over, and you see a pink-and-turquoise diner at the end of the road. This is when they finally stop.

‘You’re alive there?’ Rio wonders, taking off her helmet.

‘I’m good, thanks,’ you mutter, feeling lightheaded; you need some time to adjust to the stationary reality.

You climb off, swinging your stiff leg over the bike. Pins and needles shoot through your muscles. You can’t even feel your ass. But still—it feels amazing. Like the aftershock of a roller coaster. You’re buzzing.

Agatha comes from behind and starts massaging your sore shoulders.

‘It’s okay to be tired, bunny,’ she husks into your ear, sending goosebumps through your tense body. 

‘My Highway Honey can be tough for the first ride.’ She strokes your back, her fingers drifting lower—down to your butt. You still can barely feel it, the muscles numb from the ride…

Then she gives it a cheeky pinch—and you freeze.

‘Don’t worry,’ she murmurs, ‘you’ll get used to it.’

‘Let’s check this place out!’ Rio jumps in anticipation and runs toward the restaurant. ‘I’m so hungry I could eat a dinosaur!’

‘I bet you could,’ her wife chuckles, following her to the door.

You grin at how they both look: two sassy, dazzling Harley witches in their fancy metal-and-leather gear, parked in front of a diner cute enough to be a cupcake. The famous Mr. D’z Route 66—with those pinkish neon lights, it almost looks like a Disneyland prop or a jukebox.

Still thinking about that pinch, though.

***

There’s a real jukebox inside, and you scream like a child with excitement. The place is even more magical from the inside with the rockabilly music playing in the background as a cherry on top. When the waiter returns with your food and glasses of tap water, you gulp it down like you’ve just crawled across the desert for two hours. Stay hydrated, that’s right.

‘So, where'd you guys meet each other?’ you ask, finally able to function again. ‘On a road?’

‘It’s a long, complicated story…’ Rio begins, but then immediately gets distracted by her burger.

‘Let’s just say we did,’ Agatha chuckles.

She leans forward, eyes locked on yours.

‘As you can see, the road’s a perfect place to meet something—or someone—interesting.’

She holds your gaze for a while, and the look in her eyes makes you blush and…wet.

You sit there, completely smitten, with absolutely no idea how to act in this particular complicated situation: Agatha is very clearly flirting with you in front of her wife, and the fact that you are attracted to both of them at this point…Is this fucked up already? You tell me.

When she’s leaving to get to the bathroom, you’re left with Rio, feeling a bit of a relief. Rio is a flirt, too, but she seems to be more blunt in it. And she doesn’t pinch, so it’s a little less awkward. 

Rio asks you lots of questions about your life, what’s your thing, where’ve you travelled. Somehow your self-esteem shoots up, when you’re talking to her. She doesn’t judge, she listens, being curious, figuring you out. It flatters.

‘You’re funny,’ she says. 

‘Why?’

‘You seem like a descent human being, and still you’re here, going somewhere, you don’t even know where, with two strangers.’

‘I am,’ you give her a steady answer, although you have no idea how to explain yourself. Fake it ’til you make it or whatsoever.

‘Well, it’s not a secret,’ she says. ‘Ever been to Death Valley?’

‘No..are we?’ You cannot believe it. You’ve heard about that place many times, you’ve dreamed to visit one day, but it seemed to be too surreal and hard to get to.

‘Yes, we are heading there,’ Agatha comes back and immediately butts in.

Rio nods with a smirk. ‘But first, a stop at Lake Mead. It’s magnificent this time of year.’

‘I wish I’d packed my swimsuit…’ you sigh, a dash of disappointment in your tone.

‘Oh, darling,’ she grins, ‘it’s perfect season for skinny-dipping.’

Skinny-dipping. Of course.

You pause, images flashing though your mind. Swimming naked with both of them—a rush of heat strikes you. Fuck.

‘So, hons, I’d say if we drive now, we’ll be there in an hour,’ Agatha says, pushing herself up with a stretch. ‘The place is closing soon anyway, so let’s hurry.’

***

And here you are, back on the road again. The air’s getting chilly, so you wrap a scarf around your neck and tug the collar of your denim jacket higher, but it doesn’t help much. You press yourself against Agatha, your hands resting on her warm belly, and you can’t help but lean your head against her shoulder, gagging in that heady mix of her skin and cigarette smoke. Normally, you’d hate it—but on her, it smells different. Like primal power. Like the scent of a defiant queen ruling the wild road.

The only thing getting in the way is the damn helmet. But you can’t do anything about that: better safe than sorry.

The road from Kingman to Boulder City stretches wide and empty. The women ride like rockets, engines thrumming beneath them, keeping them wide awake and focused in the dark. You try not to gulp the cold air, hiding behind Agatha’s shoulders, having thoughts of all kinds. She’s busy driving, and you have no idea what she’s thinking about. If she’s thinking about you at all. Who knows, maybe you’re just a random passenger, maybe it’s just their routine, or maybe you’re just being sleepy and a little anxious, overthinking.

You don’t even notice when they pull off the road until you’re parked in front of a squat two-story building—the kind that can only be described as a little roadside motel. The air is fresh and crisp; you get off Highway Honey, stretch, yawn and look around—it’s dark out there, only the moon hovers above, casting a silver wash over the parking lot.

‘Where are we?’ You murmur, though the answer’s obvious.

Rio flicks the lighter, takes a swift drag, and gestures toward the glowing sign: BOULDER CITY INN. Yeah, obvious.

‘We’ll chip in and grab one room for the three of us,’ she says, stepping closer, nudging you playfully with her elbow. ‘Do you mind, good sport?’

‘Of course, I don’t,’ you answer, maybe a little too quickly. The idea of sharing a room with them thrills you. Not that you’re even thinking about sex—you’re all too wrecked from the ride. But still. It tickles something. Doesn’t it?

‘Good,’ Rio smirks, holding out a cigarette. ‘Helps you sleep better.’

‘Thanks.’ You take it rather shy, but after the first puff you pause —something is different.

‘Don’t worry, it’s just CBD,’ she chuckles. ‘We wouldn’t spoil the kid without a warning, right, baby?’ Her eyes flick mischievously toward Agatha.

‘We’re decent people, after all,’ Agatha laughs. She leans into Rio, presses a brief wet kiss to her lips, then turns toward you and gently plucks the cigarette from your fingers.

‘Daddy deserved a good sleep, didn’t she?’ she sighs, looking you in the eye as she reaches out and brushes your hair back from your cold cheek.

‘Poor thing, you’re all shivering,’ Agatha gasps, concerned. ‘Come here, we’ll keep you warm.’

They open their arms to you, inviting you into a hug, and you step into them without thinking. You’re wrapped in the warmth of their bodies, the earthy scent of dust and worn leather, the lingering haze of smoke. Their hands move along your back, fingers running through your hair, and you could feel their breath on your skin for a fleeting moment. So close, yet so devastatingly unreachable.

‘Relax, will you,’ Rio whispers against your ear, sending dozens of shivers down your spine that have nothing to do with the cold. Her cherry lips pull you like a magnet, and you can’t help but close your eyes and go with a flow.

You plummet into the unknown, and in a heartbeat, you’re kissing her. Slowly, savoring every beat of what she’s offering. Rio answers with hunger, her mouth devouring yours with a feverish intensity. The kiss feels endless, pulling the ground out from under your feet. Meanwhile, her wife stands inches away, watching you, her fingers stroking your waist in a calm, possessive rhythm.

‘That’s better,’ Agatha husks into your ear and teasingly bites your earlobe. ‘Such a good pet you are.’

‘Fuck,’ you moan faintly, gulping for air and trying to collect yourself—but stars are already dancing behind your eyes, and you can’t think straight at all.

The women pull you closer, their hands locking behind your back, palms gliding down until they’re toying with your buttocks in slow, teasing motions. You gasp in despair and tilt your head toward the sky; it’s nearly black now, and you can see stars formed into constellations. Leo gleams right above you, and you cannot believe how lucky you are. Probably you were right, and that was destined.

When you feel their tongues working over the skin of your neck, trailing soft licks and palpable kisses, you let out indecent, salacious moans, begging them not to stop.

Suddenly, you grab hold of their heads and pull them closer for a kiss. You’re so hooked that you can’t tell who you’re kissing anymore; your body is burning, your cunt pulsating, and it feels as though the three of you are one. The most magical thing that’s ever happened to you. The kiss feels like slow-motion pleasure, and you can’t get enough of its wetness and warmth.

That’s when Agatha cups your head, forcing you to meet her gaze, admiring your face lit by the warm glow of the crackling lantern.

‘Tell me, pet,’ she studies you carefully. ‘What should I do with you?’

You stare back at her, frozen, afraid of ruining a moment.

‘Wh…whatever you want,’ you utter shyly.

‘Say it right.’ Her steady hand pinches your chin, lifting it up.

‘Whatever you want, Daddy…’

‘Good boy,’ she hisses, her breath hot on your face. Then she turns to Rio and gives a harsh kiss on her lips, biting her lower lip. Rio softly moans and presses her chest against Agatha, unzipping her leather cut.

‘Not here, honey,’ the older woman stops her short. ‘Let’s get the fucking room.’

***

***

‘Gosh the view is stunning!’ Lake Mead steals your breath immensely. You smile, dumb and full of light, as crisp air fills your lungs.

‘Told you, silly,’ Rio purrs into your ear, wrapping her arms around your waist as you’re trying to keep your eyes on the serene waters. ‘Morning’s the best—no tourists.’

‘Smart move,’ you say shakily, though it’s not just about the view. It’s Rio. In daylight. In total clarity. And she knows exactly what she’s doing.

She bites your earlobe, fingers trailing lightly down your spine.

‘See that shore?’ Agatha puffs her cigarette and points toward the horizon. ‘First off, we grab some food, then head over for a…picnic.’ She winks.

‘Fine by me,’ you reply, already buzzing with anticipation. 

And off you go.

***

You sit on the shore, finishing your pancakes with maple syrup, relishing the sight of two gorgeous women—completely naked—splashing in the water like carefree kids. The only kid here, though, is you, tangled in your own anxious thoughts. Should I stay or should I go? YOLO, YOLO... you chump.

‘Com’ere!’ They shout, glancing your way. ‘That’s an order,’ Rio adds, waving you over.

And just like that, you take off your t-shirt and jeans, stepping awkwardly into the chilly water, which bites at your ankles.

‘Shit, it’s fucking cold!’ You cry, covering your body, goosebumps all over it.

‘Knock it off, hon, and don’t make us wait,’ Agatha commands. And you know better than to disobey her.

The water is sharp and cold, but the more you move, the easier it gets. When you’re halfway in, you reach them. Their hands pull you closer, examining your shivering body, which you offer to them like a silver-plated gift.

As the sun bestows its warmth, it becomes more bearable—almost pleasant. You close your eyes, focusing on sensations. They play with your breasts: one belongs to Rio, the other—to Agatha. They squeeze, slap, pinch your nipples, and you’re already begging inside to let them do whatever they want.

‘You like it, huh?’ Agatha smirks.

All you can manage is a soft, languid moan.

‘I guess that’s not enough, is it?’ Rio whispers into your ear, nibbling your lobe.

‘Listen up, bunny,’ Agatha says, ‘we need words. This is a safely unsafe place, but we need your consent.’

‘I trust you, that’s all,’ you mutter. ‘And yes, please, give me more. Give me everything.’

‘Can you handle that everything, Y/N?’ Agatha moves closer, her loose strands of hair tickling your face. Lost in the depths of her crystalline gaze, you linger, vanishing into her.

‘You have no idea, daddy.’ You stare back, like Kay to the Snow Queen before she takes him far, far away, to her frozen grounds. Fearless, childishly cocky, yet so vulnerable.

‘Told you, Aggie—they’re not as delicate a flower as you thought they’d be,’ says Rio.

‘I know, love,’ Agatha chuckles, ‘I just needed to make sure.’

She lifts you up almost effortlessly, letting your legs wrap around her back. Your hands settle on her shoulders.

Rio's supporting you from behind, squeezing your tits and pressing her slick body against yours. You’re literally melting into both of them, sinking into the blueish water and losing yourself entirely.

‘You’re so strong, Agatha,’ you sigh, looking at her muscular arms and stroking her cheek with a soft touch of your palm.

‘Or maybe you’re just easy to handle?’ she chuckles.

When Agatha puts you down, you can’t help but kiss her beckoning lips, she responds with blatant hunger—gluing herself to your mouth, her toned arms wrapping around you like a vice.

‘Need a room, babes?’ Rio butts in. ‘FYI, I’m still here.’ She splashes water at you both.

Agatha grins, smug and delighted.

In an instant, Rio rushes forward and kisses her wife—brief, possessive, staking her claim as if she were showcasing that Agatha was primarily hers, she is making it clear to you. And you feel it.

‘You should’ve seen that look on your face,’ Agatha mocks Rio, breaking a kiss.

‘Admit it,’ Rio shoves her slightly, stroking Agatha’s hips. ‘You love making me jealous.’

‘Are you jealous?’ Agatha husks.

Rio squints her eyes. ‘As a matter of fact, I am.’

‘I’m a free spirit, honey.’ Agatha raises her chin. ‘Remember?’

‘And still, you’re my wife.’ The way Rio says it—you're not sure if she’s joking or dead serious.

‘And what are you gonna do? Handcuff me?’ Agatha teases with a grotesque flourish. ‘Arrest me, detective, I’ve been a naughty girl.’ Agatha makes a grimace and lets out a loud, fiendishly witchy laugh. 

That…was not weird at all.

‘Don’t test me, Agatha,’ Rio growls. The women pierce each other with their wild, cat-like eyes. The air is charged. It is electrified, dangerously close to the water. Ready to explode at any second.

You stand in a daze, afraid to move. The fuck just happened. Is this foreplay or what? Shouldn’t you do something? Say something? Or would that just make it worse? Either way, you're the reason they're fighting.

As you calculate your actions, the women vehemently merge in a frenetic, passionate kiss, devouring each other. You are immediately consumed by the view, the power of this kiss astounds you, making you feel as if they have been doing this for centuries, not even years.

‘I think we should move this party to the beach, shouldn’t we?’ You interrupt them gingerly, noticing that the cool wind is making you tremble again.

‘Did we scare you, doll?’ Agatha parts from the kiss, grinning at you.

‘I just…Please, don’t fight over me. You’re both—’

‘Shush, it’s not you fault, silly,’ Rio reassures you. ‘This woman’s just a lot today, isn’t she?’

‘I’m a lot every day!’ Agatha declares proudly, tossing back her damp hair.

‘That’s why I love you, asshole.’

Agatha is a pain in the ass, no doubt, but the way Rio looks at her, you can’t help but feel it in your chest. She loves her. Deeply. And Agatha knows it. She just needs to make sure.

***

She coats the longer side of the strap, then drags it slowly along Agatha’s slick folds, not quite giving her what she wants—too soon. She slaps her clit with the tip, playful and taunting.

‘Tease…’ Agatha groans.

‘Always,’ Rio winks, and moves her dildo across Agatha’s peachy pussy, massaging it slowly.

You’re doomed, soaked and ruined, unable to move. Your wrists burn where the cuffs bit into your skin, and sitting still is torture. Your body is aflame; you’d never witnessed anything like this before. Never dreamed of anything this intense. But now, you are hungry as a lion, ready to eat the whole thing.

Agatha lets out a loud groan as Rio slides inside her folds and begins to move. ‘Fuck…so fucking good. Rail me! Please, my love,’ she cries out.

Rio thrusts deep, slow, long strokes, letting Agatha adjust to the size. She drags closer—face to face—for a kiss, and Agatha bites her lip—not in anger, but in desperate anticipation. The show is just beginning.

Agatha moves eagerly, hips rising and falling, giving Rio more room to fuck her, to rub their bodies close together, skin on skin. Rio presses harder, gasping under her breath, trying to stay discreet. Conversely, Agatha doesn’t care who hears—her moans are fierce, raw, and unabashed. She takes Rio fervently, over and over, with her wet and wanting cunt.

‘On your knees,’ Rio orders, pulling out.

‘Fucking make me.’

‘You'll never stop being a brat, will you?’ Her voice is sharp steel. ‘On your knees, bitch. If you want me to make you cum.’

Agatha grins like a devil, turning and flaunting her gorgeous ass in the air. Her face flushed red, her eyes blazing with desire.

‘Yes, baby, shake your pretty ass on out,’ Rio growls, giving her woman a brutal spank, that echoes across the rocks.

She locks Agatha’s hands behind her back, fucking her harder this time, rougher, but making damn sure the strap hits just the right, ruinous spot. She gains speed, craving Agatha’s body more. She wants Agatha more than anything in the world. In a fever, she grips Agatha’s hair, jerking her back, tongue dragging a hot line along her neck.

Agatha howls, begging for more, and Rio delivers—she greedily gropes Agatha’s breasts and squeezes them like precious toys, fucking her without mercy.

‘Do you like it?’ Rio breathes in her ear. ‘Being fucked like a whore?’

‘Yes,’ Agatha chokes out.

‘Say it. Say you’re a whore.’

‘I’m a fucking whore!’ Agatha roars, her hair a wild mess tangled in Rio’s firm grip.

‘Good.’

‘You’re fucking me so good.’

‘Good girl.’

‘Touch my clit…make me cum,’ she begs.

Rio releases Agatha's breasts and slides her hand to her wife’s dripping pussy. Your eyes are fixed on those tits, bouncing up and down, and you wish you could touch that soft velvet skin of hers, plunge in and suck on her nipples.

‘We don’t want to scare away the tourists, Aggie, do we?’ Rio fingers Agatha’s clit with one hand and covers her mouth with the other.

When Agatha tries to speak, Rio shoves her fingers deeper into her mouth, making her suck them.

‘Good girl. Suck it. Show me all you’ve got, and I’ll make you cum.’

Agatha bites Rio’s fingers, but obeys. 

She loved being told what to do in these rare moments with Rio. But you were watching, and with everything she had, Agatha was struggling. Of course, she wanted to give you the best show ever—but who was the real Agatha Harkness? Butchy Daddy or bratty Babygirl? She didn’t want you to know. It’s too soon.

She is on the edge, her face twisted with pleasure and desperation, Rio’s moans entwine with hers—when suddenly, out of nowhere, an odd sound cuts through the scene, shattering the spell and bringing you back to reality.

Was it a whistle? A tourist? A cop? Holy shit! You can’t move, you can’t even turn around, and the women don’t seem to fucking care. Or maybe they just didn’t hear it.

‘Rio? Something is wrong…’ you whisper, trying to distract her.

‘Fuck! What?’ She pauses, pulling out and looking back. Agatha sinks into the towel, growling in frustration. Must’ve been so close…

‘Fuck me. Fuck, FUCK!’ Rio curses.

Someone approaches from behind, and you can tell by the sudden shift in Rio’s face that trouble is coming. She hastily throws on her leather jacket, slips into her shorts and rushes straight toward the intruder.

‘Excuse me ladies, I think you’re in trouble,’ a man’s voice call out, loud and rough. ‘Do you want me to join you or should I call the police?’ He adds with a hideous laugh.

‘Fuck off, perv, or you gonna be in trouble. I’m with the FBI.’ Rio snaps without breaking stride.

‘With all due respect, ma’am, this beach is off limits—’

Something clatters. Then you hear the crunching sound of retreating footsteps and “crazy bitch” disappearing into the distance.

Rio returns, slightly out of breath, and bends to unlock your cuffs. You rub your sore wrists, spinning around to face her.

‘What the hell just happened?’

‘Let’s go. Now. Or we’re screwed—especially me. I scared him off, but it’s only a matter of time before he calls the cops. Then I’ll be having a very long chat with…well, let’s not get into that,’ Rio says. Agatha curses and starts yanking her clothes on.

‘Wait. Since when are you with the FBI?’ you wonder, still stunned.

‘Hah! She’s not.’ Agatha snorts. ‘Technically.’ 

She slaps Rio’s ass on her way past. ‘She’s off duty, last I checked. Right, sweetheart?’

‘You shouldn’t even be carrying that gun,’ she adds, voice rippling down. ‘You’re playing with fire, girl.’

Rio stays quiet. She looks tense, disoriented, not quite herself.

‘Hey…what really happened?’ You study her face, trying to read between the lines. ‘I think I deserve a little explanation.’

‘Behold. Yes, Rio’s a smart-ass working for the feds. She was working undercover on the ‘Easy Rider’ murder case in Toledo a few years ago. That’s how we met. I was visiting my gals from Women of the Wind there, checking on them with all that serial killer cuckoo bananas—’

‘Wait WHAT ??’

‘What do you think a hot chica like Rio would be doing in Toledo, hon? No offence—the clubs are cute, queer-friendly and all—but nothing holds a candle to my Dykes on Bikes back in San Diego. If you know what I mean. Which, bless your heart, you probably don’t.’

‘Color me curious,’ you say shocked, ‘and please, tell me everything!’ 

You expected to hear anything, but a serial killer story? Jeez. Well, at least the puzzle pieces finally start falling into place.

‘Can we fucking do this somewhere else, please?’ Rio is clearly on edge, doing her best not to freak out. 

Not exactly Sherlock, but judging by the looks exchanged and Agatha’s revelations, you figure how exactly Rio must’ve spooked the guy. Probably flashed that gun, the one she shouldn’t even have on her, being off duty. Definitely not by-the-book. Not wanting to get Rio compromised, you hurriedly get dressed and hop onto Highway Honey behind Agatha. The engine throbbing beneath you as you ride the fuck out of Boulder City.

***

‘I’m not sure he’s gonna call the police in this case,’ you whisper to Agatha as you walk down the gas station where the bikes are parked. 

‘It’s clearly harassment, right?’

‘Sure thing, Y/N, I’m not even worried, to be honest.’

‘But Rio…’

‘Come here,’ she beckons you, leaning against her motorcycle. 

‘It’s all that ‘Easy Rider’ case,’ the woman says, ‘triggered her a good deal. Sick fuck was killing biker girls on the road, with his death-proof car or whatever. Kind of a ‘hit and run’ thing. Classic misogynist, you know. There were pictures from the crime scenes, that I’ve got a chance to sneak a peak…well, you’d better not know the details. I’ve already said too much.

‘Oh my god…’ you gasp.

‘He was at large for god knows how long, until Rio caught him last year.’ Agatha says looking you in the eye.

‘Holy shit! But why she’s off duty now?’

‘Let’s say she’s on…‘psychological leave’,’ Agatha chuckles.

You’re still standing with your eyes rolled.

‘Became obsessed with every other guy who seemed ‘dangerous’ just, you know, by his vibe or saying anything she didn’t like.’ 

‘Rio was picking up fights in bars,’ she explains, lighting another cigarette. ‘So they made her go to a shrink and that’s been going on for months, until she bailed out and took a vacation.’

‘So will she…be working?’

‘At some point. When they declare her competent.’

‘Wow,’ you gasp, ‘that’s the helluva story. Rio being a detective. Sick.’

‘Yeah, that’s my gal.’ Agatha chuckles and smirks proudly. 

‘I hope it stays between us,’ she squints her eyes, taking a long deep drag. ‘Keep your cute little mouth shut, baby doll, will ya?’

‘Of course,’ you nod agitated. 

‘Or I’ll take care of that.’ Another smirk, and you’re soaked again.

‘I’ll be careful…I swear.’

‘Good, bunny. I have so many plans for you…’ Agatha leans closer and drags her hand along the waistband of your jeans.

You tremble, feeling a heating wave of arousal reaching your core. Her fingers…her fucking fingers.

‘Mm, you smell so good,’ Agatha breathes in your hair, right next to your ear, making it worse. You close your eyes, unable to resist; she’s smelling you, rubbing against your body, as if she were a cat, defiantly claiming her territory.

‘Agatha…’

‘Hush,’ she whispers, caressing your cheek with her mouth, pressing herself to you zealously. ‘Don’t ruin the moment.’

You wouldn’t. You can’t. So why do you feel so bad about this…shit, it’s Rio on your mind.

‘What about Rio…’ to no avail, you’re trying to slow her down.

‘What about her?’ Agatha smiles. She knows that you want her. She knows you don’t care about anything else right now. She sees you through the crystal-clear, transparent glass and accepts this little protest, just for the entertainment.

‘It’s not fair…’

Agatha locks you between Highway Honey and herself; before you realize, her hand takes care of your zipper and deftly slips under your panties.

‘Fuck…’

‘Yes, bunny, I can fuck you,’ her warm breath tickling your skin. ‘Rrrright heerre…’ she purrs, than takes a hold of your neck and gives you a few broad, vigorous kisses, eating you like a predator. The smell of musk and leather is driving you crazy and you respond to her touch with the same desperate fervor.

Her free hand runs under your shirt, groping your tit, her thumb massaging your hardened nipple. You’d stay forever in this limbo and burn for her in the Death Valley under the fierce, blazing sun.

‘Agatha, please,’ you moan, differently this time.

‘Want me to stop?’ She already knows the answer.

‘I want you so much…’

‘I know, honey,’ she says, ‘you’re all over my hand, embarrassingly drippin’.’

The spell is cast, and you can’t wait anymore—you pull her closer and take her lips with a desperate, feral kiss. You lean back, spreading your legs as more as you can, inviting her to enter your pussy. The smell of it intertwines with the smell of a sunscreen, road dust and tobacco.

She’s ruining you slowly, playing with your nipple, giving it soft yet persistent touches, then doing the same with your clit, synchronizing her moves, as if to say.

‘I’m all yours,’ you whine, begging her to give you more.

‘Want me to fuck your cunt?’

‘Yes.’

‘I’m gonna eat you now,’ she husks. ‘And you gonna be quiet.’

She kneels down, pulls off your jeans and covers your pussy with her slippery wet tongue.

‘Shittt…’

‘I said, quiet.’ Agatha slips her fingers inside you, massaging the right spot, slowly moving them in and out.

‘Daddy,’ you whisper, spreading like a liquid. ‘Fuck my pussy, just like that…’

‘Daddy knows what’s best for you,’ she plays with your clit, expertly thrusting your swollen pussy, harder and faster, making sure you’re getting what you want.

God, how good she is, handling you like a harp, knowing which string to touch, all the combinations. Either she’s extremely gifted, or just matches you so good, feels you without even knowing you for a long time, without knowing you at all. Agatha plays around yet seems to know what you want before you even ask for it, and your walls respond eagerly, clenching and pulsating, absorbing, taking, taking, taking, and never letting her go.

Finally, you feel her warm breath beneath your pussy, her lips covering your swollen clit, teasing you; her tongue moving circles around it, and you know that your whoring cunt belongs to her now, that you let her have it and she takes all the space for herself, but her aim is your absolute pleasure, which she generously delivers. Damn, she’s addictive and you’re not even an addict by your nature. Well, you though so.

‘Will you make me cum, daddy?’

‘I haven’t decided yet,’ she chuckles. ‘You said something about Rio, remember.’

You stare, taken aback.

‘You said, it wasn’t fair, didn’t you?’ Agatha’s messing with you. It’s hard to tell, what she’s up to, but it’s clearly a bad timing.

‘I…It’s too late for that, isn’t it?’ You mumble, having last hopes for her mercy.

‘You never knew how to share, Agatha,’ says raspy voice, making a sharp cut through the air.

‘Rio…oh my god,’ you’re about to explain yourself but there’s no explanation needed.

Rio leans from behind, covering your face with her dark curls and teasing your lips with her tongue. What a reward.

‘I’m sorry…’ you shiver, you didn’t expect that. Not after what happened on the Lake.

‘I don’t have time for that, baby,’ she husks, ‘I wanna get lost and fuck the shit out of you.’

You’re confused but not against it, not at all.

‘I don’t—’

‘You don’t speak and you behave, that’s right.’

You nod.

‘Open your mouth.’ 

You do what she says.

Rio spits in it. She gives you a slight slap on your cheek, leans down again and runs her tongue across your face. Agatha’s watching from below, caressing your bare hips with her strong masculine hands, and you do your best not to slip from the wet leather saddle of her motorcycle.

The women seem to understand each other wordlessly, they know how to take what they want. Agatha, still standing on her knees, thrusts her fingers inside your pussy, smooth and deep, just as Rio starts fingering your clit from behind, bent over the Highway Honey. You’re being pleased from both ends, but that’s one tiny problem.

‘I think I’m gonna fall…’ you whine, afraid to ruin everything, but damned if you do, damn if you don’t.

‘That’s right, slut,’ Rio’s voice slices in, sharp as a Finnish knife. ‘Turn around.’

You shift, breath caught, and lean your belly on the heated bike, spreading your thighs wide and grinding your pussy against the saddle.

Rio moves in from behind and slaps your ass hard. You jolt forward, almost crying out, but you bite down, keeping in mind that the gas station is a stone’s throw away and you don’t want to be caught like that, not again. You hope Rio knows exactly what she’s doing.

You hear the jangle of straps before you feel your pussy being fucked with something big and hard, yet somewhat soft and just the perfect size, giving you the pleasant warming fullness you’ve been craving for.

‘Fuck, Rio…’ you let out a soft little cry. You’d love to give her more, but you’re stuck in the sensation.

‘Do you like it, bitch?’ She husks, thrusting you, jerking your hair off. ‘So fucking wet already. No need for the lube.’

‘Yes, daddy, I’m so wet for you…’

‘Good little pet,’ she murmurs, fucking into you harder. ‘Aren’t they, Aggie?’

Agatha smiles with her crooked lips and hums in approval. She walks around, slow and deliberate, until she lingers to meet your face. Her fingers skim your flushed cheeks; then she grabs your chin, raises it, and looks you in the eye.

‘Is Daddy Rio fucking you good enough?’ she whispers, her voice a warm breath on your lips.

‘Yes…she fucking is…’ you gasp, being on your last breath, drowning in the sweetest torment. You see stars in your eyes each time Rio fucks you harder and your clit hits the saddle. God, it’s gonna be covered with all your cum soon, you’re soaking the leather, but you don’t care now. The single thought of it makes you feel special.

‘Fucking slut that you are,’ Rio growls. ‘You don’t even know what mercy feels like. You’d take my cock in your ass too if I let you, wouldn’t you?’

The words make your walls squeeze again, giving you a sign that you’re almost there. You can’t speak, you’re too close, already ruined, and yet, it’s not enough.

‘Please, I need more…’ you beg Rio, shoving your ass against her and making sure your clit hits the spot.

‘Take it, bitch,’ Rio generously slaps you and gives you a few more stretches.

‘Fuck, I’m gonna cum…’

Another deep, final fuck, and your eyes roll back. You squint, groaning through your raw, broken voice.

‘Yes, baby, give it to me,’ Rio whispers to your ear. That baby betrays her so badly.

You let out another filthy moan, just to please her again, and she rewards you: shameless and generous, kissing your flushed face with her wet, open mouth.

Meanwhile Agatha takes a few steps back and settles under the wooden gazebo, lighting a cigarette as she watches you two fucking under the scorching midday sun. There’s something in her gaze—like she was robbed of a candy, but that candy ended up with the girl she loves, so maybe it’s not so bad after all. She watches you both like a piece of art or a scene from a gritty western road movie porn—and you can bet, it looks fucking beautiful.

‘Never knew how to share,’ Agatha mocks sarcastically, when you finally calm down from the aftershocks. Fucked and wrecked. So is Rio.

‘Hella good, Rio. Well done!’ She adds with a bittersweet smile.

‘Shove it!’ Rio snaps.

‘I should’ve known better than to fall for a badge-wearing control-freak.’

‘Oh fuck you, Agatha.’

‘Last I checked it was your job, honey.’

Rio tosses the strap back into the saddle bag and steps forward, face to face with her wicked, impossible wife.

‘Don’t honey me.’ Her gaze is strong. Rio is still holding a grudge for Agatha with her ‘free spirit’ bullshit.

‘Or what?’ Agatha husks, brushing against Rio’s neck, as she gracefully walks around her, teasing her hips with soft, playful touches.

‘Stop this…’ Rio whispers, trying to hold her ground. But if there’s one thing you’ve learned on this trip—it’s that no one escapes Agatha.

In the end, Agatha owns everything. And deep inside Rio knows it.

***

The Roadhouse Bar, Toledo, Ohio
August 7, 2021

 

***

‘Agent Vidal!’

…

‘Hello?’

…

‘Agent Vidal—’

‘What time is it?’ I yell, opening the front door of the safe house, still groggy. Billy comes in. Shit…

‘11:30, ma’am…’

‘Sorry,’ he mumbles. ‘We were trying to reach you, but your phone was off.’

‘Been chasing a suspect,’ I say nonchalantly, not even caring if he buys that blatant lie. ‘Discreetly.’

‘I…see.’ He shrugs, trying to hide the smile. 

My face probably says it all. So do the marks on my neck.

‘Agent Vidal, I really need the report for SSA Calderu. You know how persistent she can be, and I can’t get back to her empty-handed.

‘Tell Lilia I’ll send her the update today.’

‘Could you please be…more specific?’ he says shyly. 

‘Give me two hours and a fresh cup of damn fine coffee.’

‘Black, no sugar?’

‘Good guess.’

‘One leg in, one leg out, Agent Vidal!’

He rushes to the door, not even hiding the joy of relief. Lilia could be a bitch when it comes to junior agents. But Billy’s a good one, and I don’t wanna cause any trouble. Been there.

‘Billy,’ I call him out.

‘Yes?’

‘Thank you.’ 

And I really mean it. I need a cover up, or to buy some time at least. Otherwise I’m screwed.

‘Any time, Agent Vidal!’ 

He smiles and disappears, running down the creaky wooden steps.

***

It's tougher than I thought it would be. 

The suspect, huh. 

And here I am, writing my report about her, sitting in her shirt, trying to skip all the…chasing part and leave only the investigation bits. This is so fucked up.

Of course, Agatha’s not a suspect at all. I know it, Lilia knows it, there’s a fat chance she will buy all that suspect bullshit, especially after giving me the instructions to look for a bait. The last kill was three days ago, and Agatha was on the road from California. It’s just not possible. Plus, I’m sure the killer is a guy. All the victims were women…well, not straight women. 

She could be a perfect bait. But I can’t do this to her, not after tonight.

I’d rather be the bait myself.  And she’d better leave this town for good.

The moment I charge my burner phone, it’s ringing off the hook. 

I take a deep breath.

Lilia?

At last…

Sorry, I’ve been—

Billy told me. But don’t you bullshit me, Vidal. I’ve known you since the dawn of time

It was for the case

Sure it was

Don’t treat me like a rookie, Lilia

I’m still your fucking handler

I’ll do it

Do what?

I’ll catch him by myself. Can’t involve anyone

Out of question. There’s a protocol, we need a bait, and you must lay low. You can’t drive and keep a gun pointed at the same time. Too risky.

We don’t want any more victims, do we?

We want to catch the motherfucker and keep our agents alive.

…

Vidal, are you listening to me?

Loud and clear.

I mean it, Rio

I understand

Good. Keep me updated and keep your phone charged!

Yes, ma’am

At least, I need to warn her. Or maybe it’s just an excuse to see her again.

In the Middle of Nowhere (Monroe, actually)
August 10, 2021

‘What gives, doll?’ I ask as she comes back, ducking from the sirens.

Luckily, Highway Honey is clear. Cops don’t need to question us anymore, they sent us home. Well, my gritty motel is hardly a home, but they say it’s not a place, but a person, right? And now I wanna go home with this particular person, who’s wrapped in a blanket and runnin’ toward me like she’s just seen a ghost.

‘I can’t tell you…,’ she mumbles.

‘C’mere. Keep your little cop secrets, I just wanna smell ya.’ 

I give her a proper hug, hold her close, gently sway her from side to side and bury my face in her hair.

‘Gosh, Jen was damn right! Who smells like that after a hell of a chase?’

‘Like…what?’ she asks, her voice trembling. Poor thing.

‘Like fuckin’ Christmas ’n’ shit.’

‘I’d say more like Halloween.’

‘Even better,’ I smile and kiss her forehead. 

‘Wanna get the hell outta here? My place?’

‘Yes, please,’ she says without hesitation. ‘But my baby—’

‘Wh..what?’

‘I mean, my Baby HOG,’ she corrects. ‘We need to rescue her from the mud first.’

‘No further questions, chief.’ 

I’m tryin’ not to be a weirdo. But I am a weirdo.

‘She goin’ home with us? To the motel, I mean.’ 

Agatha Harkness, what’s wrong with you? You’re stuttering. 

‘No, she’s staying the night with FBI, but I don’t trust them with the gear, so—’

‘Wait here, princess.’ 

I give her my signature wink to make her knees weak. ‘I’ll take care of your green pony.’ 

Pony? Really? Stop clownin’ for a second. 

But Rio smiles, that’s good. 

That’s very…very good.

***

To lure a girl into your bed is one thing, to make her stay there? That’s another. Not that I ever had a problem with that—but Rio ain't your regular biker girl. She’s a tourist. And truth is, with her, I feel like one too. At the end of the day, I saved her ass… so why the hell do I feel like I suck?

‘Wanna some tea? Hot shower? Not much to it here, but—’

‘No need, just hold me…will you?’

‘I think I need to shower myself first. With soap. Unlike you, princess, us regular folks stink.’

‘I don’t mind. Hold me. Please.’

And I obey. I lie down beside her, wrap my arms around her like a big spoon.

‘You in danger, hon?’

‘Let’s talk about it in the morning.’

Saying that, she turns under the blanket to face me. She’s so close, breathing against me, and still full of secrets.

Her lips cover my face, and she plunges into me, into my arms and my goddamn soul, drenched in tobacco and gasoline.

‘I thought, I was gonna die tonight, you know,’ she whispers.

‘You shouldn’t have come alone in the first place, silly.’

‘I wasn’t alone.’

‘How’s that?’

‘I saw your face, over and over again.’

‘Is that so?’

‘Not just your face…’ she squirms, I can feel her rubbing against my leg. Holy moly.

‘Keep talkin’, honey.’ I slowly finger the waistband of her knickers, making her shiver, now on purpose.

‘Your body…your fucking…tits…ahhh—’

She moans right in my face. I’m a breath away from swallowing her whole. But right now I wouldn’t dare.

‘You were watchin’ my tits instead of keepin’ your eyes on the road?’

‘Shitttt…’ she raises her leg higher and pulls me closer.

‘Missin’ me fuckin’ that pretty ass too, huh?’ I grab her, firm and slow, squeezing her tight, toned cheek.

‘Fuck me, Agatha,’ she groans. Raw, with lust and despair.

I don’t say a word.

I go down on her, divin’ under the covers, my head buried in her bushes, my tongue on her pussy, dancin’ between her silk folds. Damn, she smells good everywhere.

‘Fuck me, baby, fuck me harder than all the bitches you ever fucked,’ she pants, grinding against my mouth.

My mystery girl, princess of a tragic kingdom. 

I’ll fuck you. 

I’ll fuck you all night. ’Till you beg for more.

***

‘Just say it. Shoot.’

Lilia says nothing, just stares at me with I told you so expression on her wrinkled face. But however unshakable she pretends to be, she’s always had a soft spot for my drama.

‘I know how it looks. I know it was my fault. You were right, and I was wrong all along.’

‘Figghia mia, sta' cu' testa,’ voice low and firm.

‘Still have no idea what that means.’

‘Don’t be so stubborn, Rio. I’m not here to give you a lecture…not yet,’ she says calmly, lowering herself into the chair beside me.

‘How’s she?’

‘Just after the surgery. Still unconscious. They won’t let me see her.’ I stare into the sterile-white void of the waiting room. ‘How’s it going?’

‘They’re questioning people. Nothing clear yet,’ she shrugs.

‘Checked the CCTV?’

‘You sure you want to talk case right now?’

‘So it’s connected to the gang.’ 

That’s what I thought. That’s what I was scared of.

‘We can’t say for sure.’ Lilia’s being vague. So out of her character.

‘I gotta get down there. Search every nook and cranny. There has to be something.’

‘You go nowhere, testa dura. Otherwise I’ll pull you off this case myself.’

‘¿Qué carajo?’

‘No idea what that means,’ she mocks.

‘Fuck.’ I hiss, doing my best not to blow up a scandal and hammer the last nail into my own coffin.

‘Don’t test me, Rio. Besides, if she doesn’t—’

‘She does!’

‘We should be prepared to any scenario. But I hope she’ll make it. She’s tough.’

‘You’re only saying that because she’s the first witness.’

Lilia takes a deep breath, eyes locking on mine. There’s no right or wrong here, and we both know it. If I’m lucky, they’ll let me touch this case again after…Agatha’s recovery.

‘You know I care about you, figghia mia. Don’t you?’

Everything I know about being a Special Agent is because of Lilia. I trust her with my life, and she’s always had my back, even in fucked-up ops like this one. But we’ve never said it out loud, and now…she caught me off guard. And I don’t know what to say.

‘SSA Calderu?’ Billy materializes out of nowhere, as usual.

Lilia stands, stepping toward him in the hallway, but throws me one last knowing glance.

‘Billy will stay with you. And there’s security near the ICU, of course,’ she says. ‘Keep her safe, Rio.’

I nod, silent. And she walks away.

‘Want some coffee, Agent Vidal?’ Billy asks, awkward, as if testing the waters.

‘If I have another, I’ll start throwing things at people,’ I mutter. ‘Started with you.’

***

It’s been hours since they took her away from me—hours that felt like ages. I’m sitting outside the Intensive Care Unit, waiting for the surgeon to let me in. They’re doing their job, but I’m relentless. I have no intention of leaving Agatha here alone. Security or no security, army of soldiers or furious lesbians—I trust no bitch. And no, this isn’t about guilt. I’m connected to her on some deeper level I can’t explain, it’s something that keeps me from being selfish.