Chapter 1.
Parked on a lonely highway, a motorcycle cop listens to radio chatter. Something about a speeding Harley Fat Boy. She sucks in air through her clenched teeth. Another moron riding too fast... She knows from the radio that the speeder is heading her way. She checks her gun. Loaded. She puts on her helmet and listens...
The roar of the rapidly approaching motorcycle builds behind her. She pulls the bike up, kick starts the kick stand up, and charges the ignition. The rumble beneath her, between her legs causes her to smile...but it is a sinister smile.
The radio calls out "TP14 - lost sight of the perp." The perp blasts past our female hero. She grabs her shirt mic. "TP-21... got'm." She twists the throttle full hit and the back wheel kick rocks and sifts dirt into a small rooster tail. She blasts off in hot pursuit.
Lights flashing wildly, siren screaming into the zenith...she ploughs across lanes of on-coming traffic. The engine she rides sings beautifully through the gears, as the road ahead is devoured like a fat kid with a cake chunk. She is flying! Up ahead the speeder catches the lights in his rear view mirror. "DAMMIT" he grabs more throttle and roars ahead.
Five minutes later he admits defeat and pulls over to face the music. Speeding and evading was not a smart move.
The cop is playing with her Barretta 9mm. He wonders whether she will send him on his way. She looks bad-ass, with her mirrored shades glinting in the sun. "What the fuck did I do now?" he says.
"License, registration and insurance Sir?" He finds the documents and passes them. Lola noticed his name was Billy... Strange, Leroy was her surname also. She took a good look at this guy. He was dirty looking and his leather pants were torn and dusty. She thought to herself, I could just give him a ticket and send him on his way, but...he could be fun to play with.
As she was thinking this he suddenly said "Are you gonna push me around? Because I'd really like that."
"I can't do anything you would enjoy." Lola replied
"So no pushing around then."
"What did you have in mind for me?"
Lola grinned and said "Nothing a pair of handcuffs wouldn't fix."
"No pushing around, but you'd rather hold me?" Billy said. He raises his eyebrow with a smirk.
Lola sighs. "You are just too darn willing Billy. Maybe we should go our separate ways."
"Baby, please don't." says Billy. She turns to walk away. He grabs her by the arm, pulling her close.
"Do you want me to give you a ticket? HANDS OFF!"
Letting go, he runs his hand through his hair. "Well, see, I was thinking that the handcuffs would be a bad thing." She smiled at this.
"Oh really? You changed your mind. Why is that?" she said, circling around the back of him. "I think you did this on purpose. Undo your pants Billy." Excitedly he complies. Handcuffing him to a railing Lola writes him a ticket and walks away, leaving him handcuffed with his pants down. Billy looks dumbfounded. He realises that she is walking back to her bike.
"Uh, a little help here?" As Lola puts on her helmet she turns her head and winks at Billy through her visor. "Wait, you can't leave me here, not like this." With a growl of acceleration Lola starts her bike, pulls away from the curb and watches in her mirror as the road dust rises, making Billy disappear into the distance.