Chapter two then. My friend and colleague garden_nomes is a bit tied up at the moment (take that how you like) so she's left it to me to start this one off. I'm not upset about it...because she deserves all the happiness in the world. But anyway...life goes on...and so does Naomi's road trip. Comments always welcome.

Naomi

The Harley's engine burbled deeper as the bike slowed, the blonde snicking down through the smooth gears. A quick blip of the throttle as the machine crunched over some small branches and dried leaves, then silence as she switched off. Just the ticking of the cooling V twin and the soft whisper of a warm breeze through the high tree tops. Outside the canopy of vari coloured green, the midday sun beat down like an open oven on the endless ochre scrub. But in here, between twisted, jumbled rows of cedar, sandalwood and rosewood trees, it was much cooler.

She lifted the heavy helmet off her head and shook out her long blonde hair, wiping her damp face with the bandanna which had been wound round her neck against insects. Three hours out from the last stop, she needed a break and a cool drink. Naomi opened then reached into the left hand pannier and pulled out a small blue cooler box. Before leaving the last motel (sadly without any hot, bi married waitresses for entertainment...) she had made good use of the ice and vending machines. Her fingers burned with the sudden cold as she pushed through the melting crushed ice, grabbing a fruit juice bottle. Twisting off the top, she drained it in one, the slightly viscous liquid chilling her throat and making her squeeze her eyes tight closed in delicious relief. She carefully re-screwed the top, then pushed the empty bottle into a spare plastic bag before tucking it inside the pannier. It might be a billion acres of nothing out here, but her environmental credentials were still very much intact...courtesy of a youth spent with her dippy enviro-anything mother.

Getting off the machine now, she stretched her arms wide, then unzipped her black leather jacket. The plain white tee she wore underneath was damp with sweat, despite the steady breeze she'd had been riding through out on the ribbon of black highway. So she grabbed another small bag from the other pannier and walked a few paces into the trees, taking the time to scan the area carefully first. She wasn't particularly concerned about stray onlookers, the said billion acres probably contained more 'roos than people, but it paid to be careful about other, less friendly wildlife. She wasn't that scared of spiders and snakes, but a healthy respect for a country with a good percentage of the poisonous animals in the world was sensible nevertheless.

Seeing no one and nothing crawling or hissing to make her pause, she stripped off the tee and briskly used a few scented baby wipes to clean her face and upper body thoroughly. She wasn't wearing a bra today...the heavy leather jacket was support enough and anyway she smirked as she looked down at herself, she had lovely perky tits...just on the round side of conical, with enough lift to make underwear optional. For a second, looking idly at her stiffening nipples, she considered making the most of the al fresco stop to give herself some overdue self pleasure, but looking around the clearing, she noticed a two foot termite hill a few yards away.

Maybe not, she shrugged wistfully. It might have been 36 hours since she had that moaning waitress against the diner wall, but she could wait till the next motel for some fun. Who knows, maybe another bored housewife would succumb to a pretty stranger? The thought made her grin.

That grin faded as she heard the unmistakeable sound of a motor approaching fast. Not a bike, a car...she thought. Distant no longer, she could hear the engine noise reduce as whoever was driving slowed rapidly.

Probably spotted my Harley, she thought grimly. Either a local farmer or itinerant traveller. Either way, greeting them half naked was a definite no no. She might be young, fit and quite strong, but she was smart enough to know that wouldn't be much use against a brawny ocker with a hunting rifle and a sturdy hard on. Quickly she pulled a clean white tee over her head and cursed herself for leaving her jacket on the back of the Harley. Right now...not wearing a bra didn't seem that smart a move.

She reached down into her right boot and made sure the gleaming Blackjack boot knife she always carried when she was travelling was easily accessible. It might be over cautious, but she had no intention of her corpse being found raped and dead in the undergrowth with her knickers in her mouth a month later by some passing salesman. Watching Wolf Creek when she was 15 was education enough for anyone. Not everyone was as friendly as the willing waitress.

Coming out from between two tall cedars, she stopped short when she saw the vehicle that had stopped by her bike. A fucking police car, she swore silently. Great...that meant an inevitable delay, even just for document checks...something she had been trying to avoid. The forest was a hundred miles from end to end...suddenly that diversion at Dunkeld didn't seem the greatest idea she'd had this week. Should have braved the highway east, arid as it was.

Standing by the car, looking stonily at the cooling Harley through his Ray bans was a short, fat cop in the uniform of Victoria Police. He started a bit when Naomi appeared from the trees and his hand went to his side-arm instinctively. Naomi lifted her own hands in front of her... the universal sign for 'no weapons'. Being raped and murdered might be a lot less likely now, but being shot by a jumpy cop wouldn't be much consolation.

"Just me officer" she said cheerfully, holding out her hands palm outwards. "Just stopped for a drink?"

He regarded her silently for a second, eyes invisible behind the opaque black lenses. Then he seemed to relax and reached up for his sunglasses, pulling them off his face as his other hand moved away from the holster onto his belt. Naomi breathed out slowly...one problem less then.

His eyes scanned her face before moving lower. Naomi groaned inside as he lingered on her obviously unfettered tits. Again she swore at herself silently for leaving her bra off this morning. Fucking men and tits she thought...never fails.

"Where you headed...miss?" he said slowly, his eyes still getting a good look at the curves under her tee.

"East" she said shortly. Truthfully, she didn't really know, but when his eyes narrowed, she regretted her curtness. Maybe she could shelve the snarkiness she was famous for...a pissed off cop was the last thing she needed.

"I mean I'm heading for Horsham eventually, but mainly just on a cross country road trip...this diversion through the forest was a bit of a last minute decision?"

She stopped then, realising her abruptness had been replaced with nervous rambling. Just the thing to alert a cop that she had something to hide. Which, actually she did...nothing too heavy, but the generous baggie of Sativas grass she'd hidden in the false bottom of her top box was enough to get her a night in a cell, if law enforcement really wanted to be unpleasant.

The cop wrinkled his nose at her and coughed wetly. Naomi noticed with a lurch that his eyes were still mentally squeezing her tits. Great, she thought, a fucking horny cop..a hundred miles out in the bush...

"See your licence and insurance?" he said, finally tearing his eyes off her breasts and up to her own.

"Sure officer" she said steadily, glad to get his mind on anything but her treacherously erect nipples. Damned baby wipes.

She walked slowly to the bike and reached down into the bottom of the right hand pannier, only realising when she was bent right over, that now he had a ring side view of her tightly denim clad arse. Way to go Naomi, she thought bitterly, why not wriggle your butt in case he doesn't get the message?

When she straightened up, he coughed again...obviously a smoker...looking quickly away from her behind. He took the offered paperwork and flicked through it, comparing her photo ID with her face several times.

"Looks fine...but I'll just run a check... if you don't mind Miss...Campbell" he said, nodding in the direction of the car, which stood, lights flickering behind them. His tone didn't signify she actually had a choice, let alone if she minded.

Naomi sighed. The last thing she wanted was to be sat in the back of the patrol car while he checked her out. She knew everything was in order. Her licence was up to date and valid...her insurance thoroughly checked just before she left home. No problems there.

She tried one last time to be civil.

"Listen officer...here... you can have my keys" she said, eyes pleading with him "I'm not going anywhere..but it's fucking hot yeah? Too hot to sit in the back of a car with the engine off...any chance I can just sit here, where it's cool?"

He regarded her again with serious, indifferent eyes.

"You're not going to be...difficult are you...Miss...Campbell?" Again he studied the licence and she saw a small smile quickly suppressed. Oh, right, she thought resignedly...of fucking course...the Naomi Campbell thing...

"Of course not... sir" she said, wincing at her too obvious grovelling "Like I said, I know everything is in order, I can guarantee it...and if you have my bike keys...it;s not as if I can go anywhere, is it?"

She gestured at the vast area of forest and distant scrub surrounding them.

He shook his head, waving towards way to the car.

"Regulations Miss Campbell...suspects have to be safely secured before a police officer checks them out?" he said with an oily grin.

Looking back, she supposed that was when it all started to go sideways. Being called a 'suspect' raised her hackles in a way which would be very familiar to her sainted mother. "Naomi hates injustice" Gina would say proudly when her fierce 12 year old daughter accompanied her on protest marches.

Well, that was still true, but sometimes you just have to suck it up...and Naomi never really learned that lesson.

"A suspect? Are you having a fucking laugh?" she snorted "I'm just riding round the country...a fucking FREE country, last time I looked. Do your checks...phone who the hell you like...I've got nothing to hide...but I'm not sitting in that sweaty car while you do!" she said in a voice laced with venom.

Which turned out to be the sort of reaction he was hoping for, obviously.

Next thing she knew that wicked black automatic was pointing in her direction and the cop wasn't smiling any more, nastily or not.

"Face the vehicle and spread your legs" he said in that clipped, much practised cop way that showed he wasn't joking.

Naomi sighed. I'm properly fucked now, she thought miserably. Way to spoil a day.

She assumed the position and felt him press the cold metal of the gun barrel into her neck as he fumbled for his cuffs. She heard the chink of the heavy metal as he encircled one wrist, then the other behind her back. His feet kicked her own apart as she stood there, looking down at the blue and white bonnet of his car. Then he spun her around until she was facing him. His breath smelled of onions and something else unpleasant and she flinched instinctively as he pressed right up against her, his crotch pushing against hers. She didn't know much about police procedure, but she thought it a bit unlikely dry humping suspects was in the Victoria Police manuals.

"Not so cocky now miss...are you?" he leered, face more florid and mottled close up.

The blonde felt a growing sense of unease as he looked down at her tits again. This was getting a bit out of control...she thought she needed to do something before it got any worse. She gritted her teeth, ignoring the stale breakfast smell of his mouth and tried a smile.

"Look...I'm sorry I was a bit out of order...its been a long day already. OK...I'll sit in the car while you do your checks...OK?"

For a second, she thought it had worked...then shockingly, his hand came up and cupped her tit firmly.

"Yeah, that's right...you be a good girl Miss Campbell...You're right...it's been a bitch of a day already...maybe you could help a poor guy out here...kneel down there...you won't need your hands for what I want you to do...?"

Naomi thought for a moment that she might throw up on the spot. Sucking some sweaty cop off by the side of the road was about as vomit inducing a chore as she could possibly imagine. She's never even done that when she was much younger, with a reasonably attractive boy, back in the days when she was half heartedly trying to 'fit in' with her school friends. But here? Now? Her stomach revolted at the very idea. She couldn't...she just fucking couldn't...

Just when she thought there was no way she was going to avoid this nightmare, a miracle happened. Well a small miracle anyway.

While she had been pinned against the car, and he had been groping her, neither of them had heard another vehicle pull up. Not just any old vehicle either...rolling to a stop with the engine turned off was another cop. But this cop was on a State Police motorcycle...a big, white 1200 BMW. The officer watched them steadily as he dropped the side stand and leaned the bike onto it, sliding off the tall seat and reaching for his visor.

Naomi felt the cop who was holding her tense up, then relax. For a horrifying moment, she thought maybe this was another guy looking to get in on the sexual assault. She looked at them in turn as the cop undid the strap under his chin and pulled off the white helmet.

And then, for the first time since she'd been here, she relaxed a little. Because it wasn't a guy at all. Instead, under the helmet was a woman. OK, a policewoman...but still a woman.

The cop who'd cuffed her huffed in frustration and stood back slightly, letting Naomi stand upright.

"Michelle...?" he said stiffly "...thought you were over Mafeking way...dealing with some truck RTC?"

The other cop smiled, unblinking.

"Steve...?" she said, nodding towards the blonde "Who's the girl?"

"Just checking her documents" the fat cop said "Says she stopped for a cool down...but she's got a mouth on her..."

The female cop nodded again, still regarding them both.

"Last I heard...that wasn't an arrestable offence mate...I think we can do away with the cuffs, yeah?"

It looked, just for a moment as if he might argue, but with a barely disguised snort, the cop roughly undid the too tight cuffs, leaving Naomi to rub her reddened wrists.

"If it's just a traffic thing mate...I'll take over here" the woman said decisively "No need for you to waste time on a ticket, Stevo"

Again, it looked like he was going to argue...but instead he holstered his weapon and tucked his cuffs onto his belt.

"Just don't take any shit from her" he muttered defensively "fucking tourists"

The woman just stood with a raised eyebrow as he walked round the car and dropped his fat arse in the drivers seat. The two women watched him drive off silently, then the the female cop turned to Naomi, who was still rubbing her wrists.

"Thanks" Naomi said with feeling as they watched the patrol car drive off in a cloud of red dust.

"Not a problem" the cop said, smiling "Our Steve is a bit...partial... to lone women on the road...hurt you, did he?"

"No" Naomi said ruefully "But if you hadn't come along when you did, I might have had to have sausage with my breakfast...and I'm really not a sausage person?"

The woman grinned at that. "Amen to that miss...?" she said, winking.

"Campbell...but seeing as you've rescued me from a fate way fucking worse than death...you can call me Naomi?" the blonde smiled back

The woman grinned again, but not at her name, which gave her another boost in the Campbell ratings.

She was very attractive, Naomi thought...if in a buttoned up cop type way. Dark hair tied back severely in a bun, soft brown eyes (one of the blondes weaknesses). A pretty face and enough obvious curves to fill out the tight uniform. They shared another tiny smile and a look which carried way more meaning than words could convey. Yup...Naomi though...a sister.

"I'd thank you properly, officer...but..." she said cheekily, watching the woman's eyes closely..."...it's a bit public here...even if old Stevo wasn't too bothered about that?"

The cops nostrils flared, eyes widening at the obvious come on. Her small pink tongue came out and flicked over her bottom lip. A sign as universal as the shared look had been.

"I...might... know a place..." the woman said..."if you're serious about...helping me with my enquiries, Naomi?"

Naomi laughed. This was definitely a goer... She was beginning to think this road trip was sent from heaven, 'Stevo' aside.

Instead of answering directly, the blonde lifted her jacket off the Harley and slipped it on, picking up her helmet and raising an eyebrow at the cop.

"Well...? she said, smirking at the look in the cops eyes "Don't you want to take down my particulars officer?"

Michelle grinned and picked up her own helmet from her bike seat.

"Oh I'll take them down Naomi...no worries"

Two minutes later, the two bikes were rumbling slowly through the forest on what looked like a loggers track. Five minutes later, they stopped in a clearing with a pool of water surrounded by tall trees and large flat rocks. Still sheltered by the canopy of leaves, but dappled by the strong sunlight, it was an oasis.

They took off their helmets together and for a moment, stood awkwardly side by side. Then Michelle spoke.

"I come here a few times a year..not for...this...but its a nice place...a beautiful place" she said quietly.

Naomi looked out over the calm blue water and relished the cool breeze on her skin.

"I think you said something about my 'particulars'?" she said with a sly grin and unzipped her Brando jacket, letting it fall onto the large grey rock they were standing next to. Michelle's eyes roamed over the tight tee with hot eyes and this time Naomi didn't mind in the least being visually groped.

The cop reached over to her bike and turned off the crackling short wave radio before turning to Naomi and gently cupping her face.

" I think you might need a proper search Naomi Campbell...who knows what you're hiding under there?" she smirked, moving one hand down to slowly unzip the blondes denim jeans and dip inside. While her fingers sought out heat and moisture, their mouths met in a soft but demanding kiss, tongues fighting for dominance. Naomi pulled at the cops uniform, stripping her steadily even as the dark haired woman slipped slim clever fingers inside her.

They moaned hungrily into each others mouths as Naomi's fingers found sweet sanctuary between the other woman's open legs too...

They sank onto the pile of clothing.

Naked, they writhed on the moss covered rock, the sounds of two women giving each other pleasure echoing in the clearing.

Just before the time for coherent thought left her completely and she arched under Michelle's expert tongue, Naomi enjoyed a brief moment of satisfaction that the delicious sensation she was enjoying was definitely via a willing female...this morning was getting better and better. Sausage is SO overrated, she thought...

XXX

They dressed much slower than they had stripped, facing away from each other like a couple leaving an illicit afternoon in a rented motel room. Neither was particularly embarrassed, but they were strangers after all. Now that they were both satisfied, they felt the need to be dressed again.

"That was...fun" Michelle said eventually, clipping her belt and gun to her side and switching her lapel mike back on.

Naomi smiled back "Sure was...you can stop me any time officer...?"

They shared a brief chuckle before Michelle started to walk to her bike.

"Staying round here?" she asked "I know a great diner in Mafeking...motel too...I'm on late shift tomorrow, so...?"

Naomi knew what she was saying and was briefly tempted. But like the pretty waitress back a ways, this was just a pleasant pit stop. No ties, no promises. The sex had been good, maybe even better than with the married woman. Open space meant they could...explore...better. But she was dying to get back on the road. Pretty cops were a nice, sexy distraction, but the highway called to her. If she gunned the Harley now, she could still make Horsham by nightfall. She shook her head sadly.

"Sorry, can't...meeting a friend in Horsham tonight" she lied "But thanks for the offer?"

Michelle nodded and smiled back.

"No worries" she said "Hopefully you have a better opinion of Victoria cops now?"

Naomi laughed out loud.

"Oh yeah...I think anything old 'Stevo' could offer was way below your pay grade" she chuckled.

They parted with a last lingering kiss before Naomi dropped the front of her helmet and hit the starter. The Harley burst into life with a roar and Michelle grinned at her from the saddle of her own bike.

"Take it easy Naomi...head straight north and I'll make sure old Stevo is heading in the wrong direction...just in case?"

Naomi nodded gratefully. She had no wish to meet up with old onion breath any time this century.

The bikes moved side by side, at walking pace through the trees until they reached the spot Naomi had chosen for her water stop. With a final wave, she gunned the bike and saw the cop pull away in the opposite direction. Her crotch throbbed pleasantly as the bike threw vibrations up through her body. In seconds, the road behind her was empty.

As she rode, she thought happily about how the trip had gone so far...a few weeks in and she had already been laid more times than she had in fucking months at home. No relationships, no heartache...just great sex and a cloud of dust behind her in the morning. Perfect.

XXX

A hundred miles to the north of her, a small red headed girl with startling brown eyes was arguing with her twin sister.

"For fucks sake Emily" the other girl spat, hands on hips "I said you would go...what the fuck is wrong with you?...It's a chance to get out of the house for God's sake...do you want to become a fucking nun? Josh is well fit...I'm surprised he even agreed to this double date. Anyway...I've said yes and Jamie is picking us up at 8...put some fucking decent clothes on...we're going out"

And with that, the angry twin spun on her heel and left the room.

Emily Fitch (for it was she...) sighed and pouted prettily. Fucking Katie, she thought bitterly, when is she gonna realise it doesn't matter HOW fit the boy is...they were never going to be right...for one very good and glaring reason...

XXX

A hundred miles south, the big Harley ate up the black strip of road, a plume of red dust in it's wake...

OK, what do you think guys? I know it would be better with nomesy's input, but I'm trying here, yeah? Hahaha.