Have a smooth ride(IE/WF 32)
From Create Your Own Story
After some initial issues you finally get the hang of the balance and the ride goes smoothly and you don't stop until mid afternoon where you buy some food from a roadside stand and you sit and eat at a picnic table. You can't help but notice everyone around you is speaking Spanish.
"Does everyone here speak Spanish?"
"Sure we are in Mexico."
"When did we cross the border?"
"About one hour ago."
"But I don't have a visa or anything."
"Relax I go back and forth all the time."
"What if I get caught?"
"You're in no danger unless we are crossing the border, the patrols have their hands full with border runners a lone biker's not worth the effort."
"Are you sure?"
"As long as you're with me you'll get back across."
Some what reassured you finish your food before getting back on the road. You drive until about nine in the evening when Snake pulls up at a sleazy motel.
"I'll go book us in, wait here."
You wait for Snake to return shivering by the motorcycle. When he returns he climbs on board and parks it up at the end room before climbing off and opening the end door which he indicates for you to go inside. You enter the room and find it's as bad as you expected small and dirty.
"I hope your room looks better than this."
"This is my room."
"Oh, that's a relief am I next door?"
"No need for two rooms the bed's big enough for both of us."
"I'll go and book myself a room." You turn and find him leaning against the door. "Could you move and let me out?"
He shakes his head no before taking off his jacket and throwing it on the chair revealing his heavily tattooed chest. You move to get past him but he moves with you blocking your way.
"Please Snake, I married, I can't share a bed with you!"
"Look you dumb bitch, I didn't bring you along out of the goodness of my heart, no I brought you along for one reason and one reason only. Can you guess what that is?"
He says nothing more and kicks off his boots and jeans leaving him naked in front of you, his tattoos continue down his body he even has his cock, which looks too large to be real, tattooed to look like a snake.
"Now you know why they call me Snake, and it's going to be shooting its venom inside you all night."
The look of horror on your face makes him smile. "Let me go or I'll scream!" You say in desperation.
"Scream then, and if someone does call the cops, I'll tell them you crossed the border with me and we're headed to a biker festival and your married ass only got cold feet when you saw the size of the beast you would be handling." He took his cock in his hand and started to wave it at me. "This is my cock, one of Mexico's finest, your job is to make it happy if you don't want the job that's fine with me, I'll sell your ass to a biker gang or a whorehouse and find someone else to make it happy."
The situation you are in couldn't be more dire, illegally across the border in a sleazy motel with a naked biker threatening to sell you, how could you have been so stupid. You don't regret voting for Trump now.
Do you?
