Author's Note: I'd had this idea in my head for months and I finally got to write it! So far it's a one-shot but I don't know if I'll continue it. This is loosely inspired by Lady Gaga's Heavy Metal Lover. I hope you enjoy it! ~ KennyEchelon
"Vic, tell me, what are the foundations of our group?" said the woman in the middle of a huddle of people. Her voice was slow and even, with a hint of malice that was only just noticeable. Most of the crowd were men, about 8 men to 3 women but all 20 eyes were fixated on their leader.
She was slim, golden skinned girl, about 22 years of age. Her long dark hair hung down her back, half-shaved on one side and she was clad all in leather, her chunky boots capped in steel. It was almost as if she was trying to make herself look undesirable but it was futile. Most of the men there freely admitted they would sleep with her if they could. Unfortunately for them, she was never going to look their way... ever.
Vic, the guy who looked more anxious than anyone, cleared his throat.
"Loyalty, Brotherhood and Freedom."
"Yeah" replied the woman, tucking one hand under the waistband of her leather trousers and walking over to him "Remind me what that first word was again?"Her voice grew more threatening.
"L-loyalty" he stammered.
Her face was now inches from his. "Yeah" she smiled sweetly, pulling a knife from her waistband and holding it up to his throat "So why did you fuck my girl?"
"I-I didn't, I s-swear." Vic stammered, panting heavily. The woman put more pressure on his throat so the skin broke and beads of blood blossomed at the edge of the blade. "Oh don't pull that shit with me. I am Santana Maria Lopez, I have eyes everywhere."
"Okay, I did! But she was begging for it!"
With a sharp knee jerk to the crotch, Vic bent over double, gasping. "Cross me again and I'll make sure you never use that cock of yours again, got it?" Santana snapped.
He whimpered in reply.
"Now leave and never come back."
Vic scrambled to his feet and walked to his motorbike before revving it up and driving off.
She felt her eyes tear up, and instead of letting anyone in the gang see her cry, she shook her head once and looked around at the group. "What are you staring at me for? Everyone... just FUCK OFF."
Everyone scattered, jumping onto various bikes and leaving, a chorus of engines ripping into the cool night air. After everyone had gone, she put her knife in her jacket pocket then allowed the tears to fall. She wasn't particularly upset over being cheated on, because she never got emotionally attached to her girlfriends, but the fact that one of her own gang members would betray her like that? She wiped her cheeks; breathing steadily to calm down, and then straddled her own bike, put her vintage helmet on, and drove off to her local bar.
Santana parked her bike in an alleyway behind the bar, tucked her helmet under her arm and entered. As she walked through the door, she ruffled her hair to flatten the bits that had got messed up. A few of the customers looked somewhat nervous at the sight of her but the regulars, beefy tattooed men in their forties, gave her a salute in exchange for her nodding in their direction. Most of them were old friends of her dad's but after he died in a bike accident they kept an eye on her now.
It was then that she saw her. The pretty blonde in the bar uniform of a white sleeveless shirt and black waistcoat. The top showed off her toned arms and Santana guessed that behind the bar she was going to have a great ass squeezed into a pair of black skinny jeans. Her hair was loose and framing her face, which had a blush spreading across it. They made eye contact and she gave a little squeal and went back to wiping a glass with a towel.
Santana smirked. She didn't even have to look at those long lesbian fingers of hers to know that that bitch was a lady lover. And by the looks of it, she was totally hot for her. Score.
She slouched in the nearest barstool and shouted over to the burly guy behind the bar. "Hey, Rodriguez! The usual!" He nodded and pulled out a bottle of beer, uncapped it and slid it across the bar to her. "That's never gonna get old for you is it?" Rodriguez asked.
"Nope" winked Santana and she knocked back a long swig of her drink.
The barman went over to her and folded his arms against the counter. "I heard about Carmen, you okay?"
"Yeah, we weren't exactly exclusive, but one of my own men..."
"Bros before hoes" he replied and they fist-bumped.
"Exactly."
Santana's eyes flickered towards the bargirl. "Speaking of which, who's the new kid?"
"That's Brittany, she's trying to pay her way through the last year of college. She's your age but had to re-do senior year in high school."
The corner of Santana's mouth curled upwards.
"I know that look." Rodriguez smirked "Don't scare her too much, it's her first day."
"Awww, you're no fun" Santana teased "I was hoping to... break her in a little."
"Behave."
Santana gave him a friendly middle finger and went back to her beer.
After her second bottle, she sauntered over to the other end of the bar and sat down with her legs open, resting one elbow on the edge.
"What would you like?" Brittany asked, smiling. "Jesus, her voice is sexy" Santana found herself thinking. She cleared her throat and ordered a double JD and Coke. Brittany turned around to measure out the shots of Jack and Santana took the opportunity to check her out. She raised her eyebrow in approval after she realized she was right about the ass thing.
Brittany filled the rest of the glass with Coca Cola and handed it to her. "Put it on my tab" Santana said with a wink. She could tell that the bargirl was holding back a grin and she was sure as hell going to use it to her advantage.
San stripped off her leather jacket and tossed it onto the next stool, revealing a red top with most of the sides cut out, which showed off her black bra underneath. Down her left side was a memorial tattoo for her father and abuela; an ornate tree-like pattern with their names on. Her abuela passed away about a year after her father due to lung cancer.
She stretched out like a cat then knocked back her drink in three gulps. She stayed there until closing time, talking to Rodriguez and making eyes at Brittany, who was reciprocating. Santana found her eyes wandering down to Britt's chest over and over again. The shirt she was wearing was perhaps a size too small and it strained against her breasts. When San was caught, she made the excuse that she was reading her name badge.
One by one, the guys left the building but the three people at the bar stayed until about 3am. Rodriguez finally sent both girls home while he locked up. Santana wandered tipsily back to her bike, despite Rod warning her not to drive and giving her money for a taxi. "Trust me. I don't want you to end up like your dad. You're like a daughter to me."
But she was too drunk to care.
She swung one leather-clad leg over and straddled her motorbike. She was just about to rev up the engine and go home before she saw Brittany leave through the back door. Santana playfully wolf-whistled at her and Britt grinned, tucking her hair behind her ear.
Brittany walked over to her and Santana realized she couldn't just drive off then. She took her helmet off, turned on her seat to face her, and then stuck a cigarette in her mouth and lit it. Breathing out a cloud of smoke, she raised her eyebrow again. "Hey, beautiful."
Brittany smirked. "Hey, you." The bargirl drew in close to Santana. "You know you really shouldn't drink and drive" she said seductively.
Santana put her helmet on the floor and laughed. "You sound like Rod. I don't even give a fuck."
Brittany met her eyes. "Well, I do" she replied, before pulling her in and kissing her.
Surprised at how much she enjoyed it, Santana pulled away. After a few seconds she smiled and bit her lip. "This is a girl I definitely wouldn't mind screwing" she thought to herself.
Brittany guided Santana off her bike. "I've called a cab. It'll be here in half an hour. You can stay with me tonight. I'm sure Rodriguez will let you keep your bike here. In the meantime, I know a super fun way to pass the time."
Santana couldn't believe that Britt had just said 'super fun' but in that moment she was super turned on and from the look in Brittany's eyes, they were thinking exactly the same thing.
Britt walked towards the back door of the bar and leaned against the wall casually. She beckoned San over with her finger. Santana followed, finishing her cigarette and flicking it onto the floor. She pressed herself up against her, putting her left hand behind her neck. Their lips met again and they kissed passionately. San pushed Brittany's foot away with her toe and shifted her leg between her thighs. They continued to kiss each other hungrily and as Santana ground against her, a low groan formed in Britt's throat.
Santana responded with a smirk and she grabbed Brittany's denim-covered ass before lifting her left leg over her hip. Moving down from her mouth, San kissed her jawbone, then started working on her neck, leaving a faint purplish mark behind.
Suddenly, Brittany took control, flipping them around and pushing Santana up against the wall. She unzipped San's leather jacket and cupped one of her breasts, massaging it until her breathing grew deep. Supporting herself against the wall with one hand, Britt removed the other from Santana's chest and unzipped her leather pants. Foreheads touching, they made eye contact as her hand slipped under the waistband.
"You're so wet" Brittany giggled and Santana found herself blushing. "Shut up" she replied.
Britt moved her fingers expertly, making Santana moan out loud. "Those long fingers are good for something" thought San as her back arched against the brick wall behind her. Brittany's pace grew quicker and quicker while Santana's hands wandered up the back of her shirt and unhooked her bra. Removing it, she saw her nipples through the shirt, stimulated by the night air and the pressure of a female body underneath her.
After unbuttoning the waistcoat and throwing it on the floor, San pulled the top down and started sucking on her breast, her tongue flicking the already hard nipple. Britt growled in frustration and moved her fingers faster, brushing against the clit repeatedly until...
"Fuck!" Santana moaned loudly, as her orgasm spread through her body. Her legs felt weak and probably would have collapsed if Brittany wasn't pushed up against her.
Britt removed her fingers and licked them clean. "You taste good" she said playfully.
"Let's see how you taste, shall we?"
Santana picked Brittany up and sat her on the bike backwards before removing her shoes and pants. She took a moment to revel in the sight of a hot blonde straddling her bike in just a thong and vest top and felt a stirring in her lady loins. She sat on the bike, facing her, then reached behind her and revved the engine. The vibrations on the seat had an obvious effect on Brittany and she tried to grind against Santana, her thong growing more and more transparent the wetter she got. After she had her fun, San turned the engine off.
"Feel privileged. Nobody else has been screwed on this bike. She's my baby so you must be very special."
Santana slid off the seat and Britt turned to face her. "I want you now" she said huskily and in response San slid the thong off her, knelt down and hooked her leg over her shoulder.
She started licking slowly and Britt groaned.
"Ungh, faster"
Santana went a tiny bit quicker, still taking her time, teasing her. She gradually got faster, sucking on Brittany's hot, flushed labia before moving to her clit. When she got there, Brittany threw her head back in pleasure and started begging.
"Please, I need you inside me... now."
She inserted on finger, then the next, and started pumping. Britt was panting heavily, scrunching her hands into fists against the leather seat. She came, tightening her leg around Santana as waves of pleasure spread through her body.
"Oh. My. God" she breathed.
Santana wiped her mouth and grinned. A car horn honked from round the corner and both girls looked in the direction of the sound. "I think that's ours" said Santana.
"So you're coming back with me?" asked Britt, her face lighting up.
"Definitely."
