The Biker Girl
By M.C.
Our town was being terrorized by a violent motorcycle gang, until one day a strong, tough and beautiful biker girl showed up and straightened everything out.


Note: There are a few things in this story that some may find rather kinky.
For that I make no apologies as it's my sexual fantasy that I'm writing about.

1) Cathy comes to town.

I was probably the first person in town to meet her. I was cleaning up the bar
that I manage and getting everything ready for the crowd that usually begins
to show up later in the afternoon when I heard the sound of a Harley-Davidson
motorcycle pull up and park just outside the bar. About a minute later the
front door swung open and I gazed at a most unexpected sight. This woman must
have stood around six feet tall (183 cm.). I guessed that because I also stand
six feet tall and we were almost eye-to-eye. But one thing for sure though,
she was definitely much better built than I was. I figured that she weighed in
at well over 200 pounds (91 kilos) to my 185. And when she took off her
leather jacket, the muscles on her arms were amazing. Her biceps must have
measured sixteen inches around! (spoiler alert: I have a thing for strong
women). "So, where can a thirsty girl get a cold beer in this here town of
yours, cutie pie?" she asked in a strong and confident tone of voice. "I've
been on the road a lot today and I'm rather thirsty. A nice cold beer would
really hit the spot now."

"You've come to the right place Miss," I answered rather timidly and began to
fill up a glass of beer from the tap. As I said this she took off her helmet
and let her long, beautiful blond hair fall over her well-rounded shoulders
and halfway down her back. I couldn't help but notice just how beautiful her
hair was as well as her face. But I also couldn't help but notice that there
was a hard-edged toughness about her too. I guess it was because of her size
and the air of confidence that she displayed. As I took this all in I thought
to myself, "This was definitely what one would call a biker girl, in every
respect. "What's your name hon?" she asked as she began to gulp down her beer.
"Jason," I replied, "but just about everyone around here calls me by my
nickname Jay."

"Well Jay, my name is Cathy and I'm just passing through. Glad to meet you."

We shook hands and I swear to god, I have never felt such a powerful grip in
my life. "So tell me Jay, where can I find a place to bed down for the night?"
I directed her to the motel down the street. We talked a bit while she was
drinking her beer. And when she finished, Cathy thanked me and walked towards
the exit. But before she left, this strong and beautiful woman called out over
her shoulder, "I'll see you a later this afternoon Jay; after I've had a
shower and a rest." About a minute later I heard her fire up her Harley and
drive down the street towards the motel that I had directed her too. "WOW!" I
said to myself after she left. "She was awesome, totally awesome!" And
although I couldn't have possibly realized it at the time, later that evening
I would discover just how awesome Cathy really was.

2) Later that afternoon.

It was a little after 4:00 P.M. and the usual early afternoon crowd of people
that were just getting off work started to drop in for a 'cold one' before
heading home. As ours is a rather small town, I knew just about everybody who
was in the bar. Around 4:15 P.M. I heard the sound of a Harley pull up outside
and shortly afterwards Cathy entered. Unlike earlier when I saw her in her
leather biker jacket and pants, this time she was wearing a sexy blue dress.
If I thought she looked beautiful before, she now looked absolutely gorgeous!
Because her dress was rather short, I could clearly see just how muscular her
legs were - I had noticed how muscular her arms earlier when we first met. And
now that her long blond hair was neatly brushed, it was even more beautiful
than before (like strong women, I also have a fetish for a woman with long,
beautiful hair).

The bar wasn't that busy yet so I had plenty of time to talk to Cathy and get
to know a little bit more about this awesome woman. Much to my surprise, I
found her to be very pleasant to talk to; not like the tough, gruff attitudes
that one usually associates with female bikers. Cathy was both very friendly,
funny and seemed to be extremely intelligent; again, not how you'd expect a
biker girl to be. She was different. I wasn't quite sure in what way, but I
could tell that Cathy was definitely different.

While we were talking, two of my closest friends came into the bar and I
introduced Cathy to them. They had both played linemen on our high school
football team and were the strongest guys I know. When I told this to Cathy
she began to giggle and challenged them to a friendly arm-wrestling match.
Incredibly, she beat them both; and rather easily I might add. To have a bit
more fun with them, Cathy then challenged my strongest friends to a walnut
opening contest - which means cracking open a walnut with just your bare
hands. And try as they might, neither of my friends managed to open even one
(I can barely open a walnut with a nutcracker). But Cathy was cracking them
open like they were nothing more than peanuts - with both her right and left
hand!

Afterwards, to make my friends feel a little bit better about being beaten in
two contests of strength by a woman, Cathy bought them both a beer and gave
each a hug (I could swear that I saw them both turning red while Cathy was
hugging them; but neither complained). Everything was going incredibly well in
the pub that night; especially for me because of meeting this amazing woman.
But then a little after 8:00 P.M. "they" arrived, and suddenly the whole mood
in the bar abruptly changed.

3) The Bastards

Who are "they" you ask? Well, our small town had recently been inundated with
a tough and violent gang of bikers. They are a small offshoot - around ten
guys in all - of the famous Hells Angels (only worse) who call themselves 'The
Bastards' and boy are they ever. Strong, tough and vicious, they show up from
time-to-time; and when they do, they literally take over the entire town.
Because we're a small town, we don't have the resources to deal with them. All
we have is a sheriff and two deputies who are certainly no match for a gang of
tough bikers. And because you never know when they're going to show up, we
simply can't keep state or federal law enforcement officers here indefinitely.
So we had no choice but to learn to live with them. But it certainly wasn't
easy.

Everyone in the bar heard them when they arrived - after all, the sound of ten
Harley-Davidson motorcycles are not what you would call subtle. And as they
parked their bikes and began to enter the bar, all of my customers quickly
(and wisely) headed for the exits. You certainly don't want to be in a bar
when a gang of violent and thirsty bikers show up. So everyone left the bar -
everyone that is except Cathy; she just stood there, calmly sipping her beer.
"Cathy, I think you'd better leave too," I warned her. "These guys are nasty,
I mean like really, really nasty. And if they see a beautiful woman like you
here, well, who knows what will happen. I will try to protect you somehow, but
I really don't see how I can do that against all these rough, tough bikers.
I'm not exactly what one would call a macho man."

Cathy's response caught me completely by surprise. It was the last thing that
I would have expected her to do in this situation - she began to giggle. "Oh
Jay, that's so chivalrous of you; and how noble too. That you would try to
defend me against all these roughie toughies; tee, hee, hee." Cathy then
reached across the bar and playfully tweaked my nose. "And beautiful too? What
a sweet thing to say to a girl. But it really won't be necessary for you to
defend me Jay; noble though your offer was. In case you haven't noticed, I'm
rather large and quite strong - as your two strongest friends found out
earlier (smirk). And I also have a few fighting skills. So I assure you Jay
that I'm more than capable of defending myself against these thugs. But it was
still very kind and brave of you to say that you were going to try to protect
me; and I'll never forget that."

But then Cathy got serious and said in a very firm tone of voice, "Now Jason,
here's what you're going to do. You're going to tend bar until I tell you to
leave (it seemed that Cathy knew that there was about to be trouble; in fact
in a strange way I had the feeling that she was actually looking forward to
it). "You're going to find yourself a safe place on the opposite side of the
bar and go there. And you'll remain there until I tell you that it's safe to
move. But let me make this perfectly clear to you Jason, under no
circumstances are you to get involved in what's about to happen. Did you
understand what I said?" I nodded that I did. "Good. I can deal with this by
myself. That's what I've been trained to do and I'm very good at it. But it
would complicate things for me if, in addition to taking on all of these tough
guys at once, I would also have to worry about you. So please, just stay off
to the side and let me handle this. Believe me Jason, I know what I'm doing."
Cathy's voice then softened a bit. She reached over and tweaked my nose again
and said, "You really are a sweetie pie Jay; and I'm really glad I met you."

4) The Confrontation

The gang of bikers began to approach us to order their drinks. To say that I
was nervous would be a gross understatement; petrified would be a far more
accurate description of how I felt. I mean O.K. so Cathy is a very strong
woman as she proved by easily beating my two strongest friends in
arm-wrestling with her right hand - she told me afterwards that she was
actually left handed! But still, there were ten large and very tough male
bikers in the bar now and Cathy was just one woman. As strong as she was, what
chance could this beautiful blond possibly have in a fight against ten guys?
But for some reason, which at the time I couldn't understand, Cathy seemed
cool and calm. How could she be so casual about this situation? I would not
have to wait long for the answer.

'The Bastards' now congregated around us at the bar. And as I began to pour
their drinks, some of them started to make lewd comments about Cathy which,
although I won't repeat here what they said to her, you can probably imagine
what they said. Cathy pretended to ignore them at first, but I could sense
that she was getting ready to take some sort of action. She looked at me and
softly said, "It's time for you to go to the other side of the bar now Jason;
and please don't move from there until you see that it's safe." Then she added
with a grin, "And I hope that you enjoy the show."

I did what Cathy asked and went to the opposite side of the bar. As I was only
about 25 feet (8m.) from where Cathy stood, I could clearly see everything
that was about to happen. Cathy was now completely surrounded by all ten of
'The Bastards' biker gang. But as incredible as this sounds, she was actually
smiling! It's as if she knew something that they didn't. Watching the scene
that was unfolding before me, it all seemed so surreal. Cathy looked over at
me and winked; and then all hell broke loose.

5) The Fight.

WHAM! POW! SMACK! CRACK! THUMP! Cathy's fists suddenly began to fly out in
seemingly five different directions at once. Her fists were moving so fast,
and her punches appeared to be so powerful, that in just a few seconds she
managed to drive the entire biker gang backwards. I could not believe what I
was seeing. Ten big, strong, tough guys were sent reeling by just one single
woman! They seemed to be just as stunned as I was and briefly paused to
regroup. With a few free seconds to spare now, Cathy winked at me again,
fluffed up her beautiful blond hair and took a sip of beer; and then she
really started to work over the vicious gang. SMASH! BAM! CRACK! WHACK! POW!

It took only one or two punches from Cathy's mighty fists for her to send even
the largest and strongest of the bikers to the barroom floor. As soon as she
flattened one, Cathy would quickly turn to another and flatten him too; and
then another, and another. One by one, this amazing woman was littering the
floor of my bar with battered bikers. The more I watched this strong, tough
and gorgeous female fighting machine destroying 'The Bastards', the more
aroused I became. I mean here, right before my eyes, was my fantasy wonder
woman who was singlehandedly wiping out an entire gang of rough, tough bikers.
And with her long, beautiful blond hair swishing around behind her as she did,
only made it even more erotic for me to watch. As I continued to watch this
amazing woman demolish the entire gang, I became hard; something which, much
to my embarrassment, did not escape Cathy's attention.

There was a brief pause in the action as Cathy let some of the still conscious
bikers get to their feet so she could continue beating them up. She looked at
me, smiled, and blew me a kiss. Then she glanced down at the bulge in my pants
and started giggling. "Well, well Jason, what have we here? Save that for
later you stud you; tee, hee, hee." Here was Cathy, taking on ten big, strong
and very tough bikers all at once and yet she still found time to tease me and
giggle about it! Did I mention that she's incredible?

It took this amazing superwoman only a few more seconds to finish off the rest
of the gang of bikers. One or two punches for each and they joined their
fellow gang members on the barroom floor. I couldn't believe it! Cathy had
just swiped out the entire motorcycle gang that had been tormenting our town
for months - in just under five minutes! (I timed it). Watching her do this
was just too much for me. I couldn't control myself any longer; so I came.
"Why you naughty, naughty boy you. Didn't I tell you to save that for later
Jason; tee, hee, hee."

Cathy was standing in the middle of the bar and fluffing up her long,
beautiful blond hair again - and her hair wasn't even mussed! It was just as
soft and fluffy as it was before the fight began. After she finished fluffing
her hair, Cathy flexed her awesome muscles, grinned at me and asked
rhetorically, "Not too bad for a girl, eh Jason?" All around her, lying
battered, beaten and unconscious on the barroom floor, were the once dreaded
motorcycle gang; all beaten to a pulp by just one woman! "No Cathy, not bad at
all," I managed to say. After witnessing what Cathy had just done, I didn't
think that she could possibly have any more surprises in store for me. But as
it turned out, she did have one more.

6) The Truth About Cathy.

"Excuse me for a minute or two sweetie pie. I have to make a rather important
phone call now." Cathy reached into a small pocket on the side of her dress
and took out a cell phone. After pressing it a few times I heard her say
something that totally astounded me. "Headquarters? This is agent 'C'. I have
successfully completed my mission. 'The Bastards' are no more. I've taken care
of them. No, no back-up was necessary. It was nothing that I couldn't handle
by myself. So please send the state police over to the bar here ASAP and take
them away so that the lives of the people here can finally return to normal.
I'll watch over them until they arrive. Agent 'C' signing off."

"What? What?" I asked Cathy, trying to come to terms with what I had just
heard. "You're like a secret agent? Like a female James Bond?" Cathy stepped
around a few of the unconscious bikers lying on the floor and approached me.
Then she grabbed me firmly by my shirt and yanked me forward so that we were
just a few inches from each other. "Hey Jason," she began in a soft and sexy
voice, "doesn't a girl who just beat up all of these naughty guys that were
making life in your town miserable deserve at least a hug from a good looking
guy like you?" Without even waiting for my answer, Cathy put her muscular (and
very sexy) arms around me. After the longest and most erotic hug of my life
which literally left me breathless, Cathy gently took me by the hand and led
me over to a table. After we both sat down, she began to explain.

"You were actually partially correct Jason, I am indeed an agent. But not for
some secret organization or whatever, but for the F.B.I. My name really is
Cathy, that's where the letter 'C' for my codename comes from. I was sent here
by the bureau to track down a motorcycle gang that we believed was smuggling
illicit drugs like heroin and fentanyl into the country from across the border
(my town is located only about sixty miles north of the Mexican border). When
I started to investigate who might be responsible for this smuggling
operation, the name that always kept coming up in my research was 'The
Bastards' gang; and sure enough I was right.

"The only thing that was left for me to do then was to put them out of
business so they couldn't do anymore harm. We knew from our sources that this
is one of the towns that they frequently used as one of their hideouts and
they were reported to be in the vicinity. So I decided to get here early today
and wait for them to show up." Cathy paused and smiled at me. "And that's when
I met you, you sweet thing you (she reached over and tweaked my nose again)."

Off in the distance we began to hear the distinct sounds of sirens
approaching. "Boy," Cathy exclaimed, "that sure was quick. I expected to have
to babysit these sleeping beauties for at least another hour." Just then we
heard several of the beaten bikers starting to stir. "Excuse me for a few
moments honey, it looks like I still have a little bit of work to do." Cathy
went over to where the rising bikers were and - SMASH! CRACK! WHACK! SLAM! -
with just four punches from her mighty fists knocked out four big, strong men
again; then she casually returned to the table as if nothing out of the
ordinary had happened. "Cathy," I said as she sat down, "you're a real life
Wonder Woman, aren't you?"

Again she smiled and tweaked my nose. When I asked her why she does that,
Cathy told me that ever since she was a little girl she's always liked
tweaking boys' noses (and later when she got older, men's noses too). "I think
it might have something to do with what goes on in my subconscious mind Jay.
Maybe it's the way that I use to show males that I, a female, am superior to
them. My guess is that I have the dominant female gene in me; but that's just
my theory. All I know is that for as far back as I can remember I've always
liked beating up bullies and putting them in their place. That's why I enjoyed
what you just saw me do to these bikers. First of all because they deserved
it; and second (Cathy grinned), because it's just so much fun!"

As the sounds of the approaching police vehicles got closer, " Cathy looked at
me and said, "I really do like you Jason. I could see as soon as we met this
afternoon what a nice, sweet and kind-hearted person you were. I'm not
attracted to those strong, tough macho types - as you just saw, I'm both
stronger and tougher than any of them could ever hope to be. A macho man's ego
would never be able to cope with a woman like me. I'd make them feel inferior,
and they just wouldn't be able to handle that.

But you're not like that Jason; not at all. I noticed that when we first met
earlier. The way you were admiring my muscles, as well as your reaction when I
took off my helmet and let my hair down fall down (does this woman ever miss a
thing?). And I also noticed the way everyone treats you here; and by the way
you treat them. You're a wonderful person Jason; and I really am glad that we
met."

"So, here's what we're going to do tonight sweetie pie. After I finish loading
these sleeping beauties into the paddy wagons and they're on their way to
jail, you and I are going to your apartment for some fun and games; if you
catch my drift (wink). I couldn't help but notice that large hard-on you got
while you were watching me wipe out all these rough, tough men all by myself.
You obviously have a thing for strong, tough women; don't you Jay? And then
you came you naughty boy you, (smirk). But I'll bet you have plenty more where
that came from. So sweetie pie, after the police leave we're going to your
apartment where I'm going to make a 'MAN' out of you." After hearing Cathy say
that I started to get hard again.

"And tomorrow, before I leave, I'll help you clean up the mess that I made
here while I was beating up those bikers. I'm sorry about that." Cathy then
giggled and added, "But you know, it's really hard for a girl to beat up ten
tough men at once and still keep things neat and tidy at the same time. If you
think it's easy Jason, then just try it sometime." Cathy's giggling now
erupted into full blown laughter; and I joined her. You should have seen the
looks on the police officers' faces when they entered the bar and saw Cathy
and me sitting at the table surrounded by ten battered and unconscious bikers
lying on the floor, laughing our heads off. It's too bad that I didn't have my
cell phone handy (I had left it at the bar) because the expressions that they
had on their faces when they entered were priceless.

7) Pillow Talk: the Following Morning.

I had the most wonderful experience of my life - an intimate night spent with
the strongest, toughest and sexiest woman that I'm sure that I'll ever meet in
my life. I mean how many women can take on ten big, strong, tough bikers and
wipe them all out without even getting her beautiful hair mussed? As I gazed
down at this magnificent woman, Cathy woke up, looked at me and smiled. "I
still can't believe how easily you destroyed the most dreaded biker gang in
the area Cathy. You are absolutely amazing; a real live superwoman!"

Cathy rose from the bed and walked over to her purse, opened it and took out
her hairbrush. Then she sat down on the bed and handed it to me. "You can
brush my hair now Jason. You seem to have a fetish about that and have
probably been wanting to do this ever since we first met yesterday." Cathy was
dead right about that. But I just didn't have the courage to ask her if I
could brush her beautiful hair. I was afraid she might think it was too kinky
and that I was weird for even asking. But ironically, it turned out that the
exact opposite was true. Cathy loved it when, as a schoolgirl, she would force
the roughest, toughest bullies that she had beaten up to brush her hair. She
told me that rubbing in the fact that she, a girl, now had complete dominance
and control over them was a very erotic feeling for her.

As I began to gently stroke Cathy's long, beautiful blond hair (yes, I was
getting hard again), she began to speak. "You see Jason, most of the guys that
I meet in my profession are either the tough, macho men that I work with at
the F.B.I., or the ones that I sent to the floor in your bar last night. Only
rarely do I ever get to meet somebody like you. A kind and sweet man who's not
intimidated by being with a strong, tough woman like me, or what I can do with
my strength; as you saw me do last night in your bar. It's because I am so
strong and tough that you were attracted to me the first place, wasn't it
Jay?"

I nodded my head and said, "Yes Cathy. That and because of your long,
beautiful blond hair." Cathy reached out with her muscular arms and yanked me
towards her so that I was now being squished against her ample breasts (not a
really bad position to be in actually). "Well then Jason, that's yet another
reason why I'm so attracted to you. So, here's what I've decided to do. Since
I have successfully completed my mission here, I'm entitled to take some time
off. So I've decided to spend that time here with you. In the mornings I can
take you on my Harley to some of the places near-by that I heard are very
beautiful (Cathy's right about that; there are many beautiful places near-by).
And then later I'll help you set up and run the bar. I actually do have some
experience working in bars." I asked her how she got that, because Cathy
didn't strike me as being your typical barmaid.

"On one of my assignments I worked in a bar when we were trying to nab a gang
of extortionists. I was assigned to work undercover in one of the bars that
they were extorting from in order to discover who they were and to put a stop
to it." When I asked Cathy how it turned out, she grinned and replied, "Well,
after I was finished with them - that is to say that after they were released
from the hospital - they all went to prison. They won't be doing any more
extortions for at least twenty years. But my point is this Jason, I learned
how to tend bar and, should the need arise, I can also be a quite effective
bouncer; as you saw last night (wink). In fact, being the bouncer in that bar
was actually the part of the job that I liked the best."

"Anyway, what I'm saying Jason, is that I like you very much. As I said
before, I don't often meet men like you in my profession. And for that reason
I want us to spend the next few days together." As I continued to brush
Cathy's beautiful hair, she reached back with her strong right hand and gently
began to fondle my now very enlarged penis. "My, my, what have we here Jason?"
she asked, then added with a giggle, "it looks like this little man of yours
is ready for some more action; tee, hee, hee." This amazing woman then turned
around, wrapped her powerful arms around me and gave me another one of her
monstrous (and very erotic) hugs. Then she said, "You weren't too bad last
night Jay. But you still have room for improvement. And since I promised that
I'd make a man out of you, I think it's time that we had another lesson." And
so we did.

After the glorious week that Cathy and I spent together, it came time for her
to move on; after all, there seems to be no shortage of baddies for her to
have to deal with. And, as the old saying goes, "All good things must come to
an end." So it was with us. Cathy and I hugged and kissed each other for what
I assumed would be the last time. Then I watched as she mounted her Harley,
blew me a kiss, fire up her motorcycle and road out of our town. And as I
watched her go, I thought to myself, "Cathy is so magnificent; so totally
awesome. A woman who can beat up ten big, strong rough, tough bikers at once
without even getting her beautiful hair mussed. I'll probably never see this
gorgeous blond again. I mean let's get real here Jason, what could such an
incredible super-woman like Cathy ever see in me - a lowly manager of a bar in
a tiny, little town in the middle of nowhere. Just enjoy the wonderful
memories that she gave you and move on." So, with a heavy heart, I made my way
over to the bar to begin my workday.

8) Epilogue: On Year Later.

It was 10:00 A.M. in the morning and I had just entered the bar. As I began to
clean up the place (we had big a party the previous night and the bar was a
total mess) and prepare it for today's customers, I heard what sounded like a
Harley-Davidson motorcycle pull up and park outside. A thought entered my
mind, but I immediately expunged it and continued to go about my business
(fantasies are nice, but they don't pay the bills). About a minute later the
front door swung open. I looked up and my mouth dropped. "So, where can a
thirsty girl get a cold beer in this here town of yours, cutie pie?" the
large, powerfully built and gorgeous blond woman that was now standing
directly in front of me asked in a strong, confident tone of voice. "I've been
on the road a lot today and I'm rather thirsty. A nice cold beer would really
hit the spot now."

"You've come to the right place Miss," I answered, trying like hell to retain
any semblance of composure; but not succeeding very well. Hands shaking, I did
somehow manage to fill up a glass of beer without spilling any of it and
handed it to her. After a few very awkward moments of silence, Cathy smiled at
me and said, "I came back Jason. Not to wipe out a gang of vicious drug
smugglers this time; I came back to be with you." I didn't know what to say.
Was this a dream? Before I had any time to think about what was happening,
Cathy looked around the bar and said, "Jason, this bar of yours is in a hell
of a mess. We've got to get this place organized before your lunch customers
begin to arrive. So handsome, what can I do to help? By the way Jason, I've
recently retired from the F.B.I. I'm ready try a different, less stressful
lifestyle in a small town. I'm also looking for a job. Do you by any chance
need a helper? One who can also double as a bouncer when the need arises?"
Then Cathy grinned and added, "I'm pretty good at that sort of thing, as you
might remember."

I was totally stunned by what had just happened and simply couldn't think of
anything to say other than, "The job is yours Cathy," and then my mind went
completely blank. All I could do was stare at this magnificent woman. As
usual, Cathy seemed to know exactly how to deal with a situation like this
(she seems to know how to deal with every situation actually). She playfully
slapped me across the face with her right hand (playfully for her perhaps, but
it hurt me) and said with mock sternness, "Will you quit gawking at me Jason.
We've got a lot of work to do to get this bar of yours in decent shape before
your lunch customers start arriving. So tell me boss, what do you want me to
do so we can get started?" Cathy then smiled and said, "We'll have plenty of
time for those 'other things' that you were probably fantasizing about after
we finish our work today (wink)."

I handed Cathy a wet mop and pointed her to the dirty floor. She giggled and
tweaked my nose again, and then went to work. And as I watched this strong,
tough and very beautiful woman who had suddenly, and quite unexpectedly,
reentered my life, I couldn't help thinking to myself, "I guess that sometimes
in life miracles do indeed happen; provided you get lucky. And boy with this
Wonder Woman, did I ever get lucky!"