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Nelle raised her arms and a second later her shirt moved off her body. Slade dropped it to the floor. He moved around her body and his fingers touched the little button on her black jeans.

Nelle grabbed Slade’s hands. They both froze.

Now what?she asked herself.

“I’ll do it,” she slurred.

No! Why? There’s a huge, muscular biker touching you!

Nelle had managed to piss off the tiny, little, sort-of sober voice in her head. Slade moved his hands away. But not away from her body. Nope. Slade touched her sides, down toward her hips. The way he touched. Grabbed. Held. Images flashed through Nelle’s drunk mind.

I’m on my hands and knees, Slade is behind me. His hands holding my hips like this, pulling and pushing me, using my… my pussy… using my pussy to fuck his huge cock. Using me for his big cock to have something to fuck.

Nelle somehow managed to open her black jeans. Then that was it. She froze again. The room began to spin. Her stomach ached but there was nothing left to come out.

Slade didn’t say a word. He just took over. His large hands moving along the curve of Nelle’s hips, inside her jeans and panties, pushing both down…

Slade gritted his teeth. So far he’d kept himself calm. There was a whole lot of reality floating around right now but there was also the reality that Slade’s hands, fingertips, were now sliding along Nelle’s legs.

He looked to his right and once he got her jeans and panties down to her knees, he stopped. His hands clasped at her hips again, allowing her to drunkenly step and kick her way out of her clothing… only after she finally stepped out of her shoes.

That left just her bra.

Slade reached forward and turned the water on. He turned the shower on. Little droplets of cool water jumped and hit him.

He stood behind Nelle again… Her teeth chattered for a second, reminding herself she was naked from the waist down. Totally naked. Butt naked. Literally. She knew all Slade had todo was look down and he could stare at her ass. Her bare ass. Not to mention…the front.

Jeez, if I knew my other sister was going to get murdered and I’d get drunk and puke on a biker, then that biker was going to strip me naked so I could take a shower, I would have shaved!Nelle thought.

She felt one of Slade’s hands touch the middle of her back. The clasp of her bra. A quick pull and a quick twist. Open.

Just like that.

The weight of Nelle’s breasts pushed forward. The bra straps were now loosened and crept down her shoulders. She just had to let her bra fall to the floor. No matter what, Slade was right. She had to get herself cleaned up. Even right now, the thought of telling him to leave the bathroom, she couldn’t. She couldn’t even step up over the edge of the tub to get into the shower.

“I’m not some drunk,” she slurred.

“We all have our moments, sweetheart,” Slade said. “Right now you need to get cleaned up and get some sleep.”

Nelle’s bra fell to the floor. Her body broke out in goosebumps. She couldn’t believe she was fully naked in front of this biker.

“Listen, sweetheart, we’re going to make this really easy,” Slade said. “One quick move.”

Before Nelle knew what that meant, Slade grabbed her by the hips with intense force and he lifted her right up off her feet. He placed her right into the shower, where the water ran perfectly hot.

“Now sit your pretty little butt down for me,” Slade said, tugging at her hips.

Nelle bent her legs and Slade helped her to sit. Her back was still facing him. He was looking away as need be.

“Slade, the water is a little too hot,” Nelle whispered.

“I never heard a woman say that before,” Slade said.

“Yeah. Great. Tell me about all the women you’ve had in this shower.”

“Well, sweetheart, you’ll get the honors of being the only woman I didn’t fuck in this shower. Nicely done.”

Nelle turned her head and looked left. The water hit her skin. It felt good. A little too hot, yes, but at least it washed away…stuff.

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