The Biker's Fashion Designer

Chapter 1: Going Down The Drain🔞

SERENA

It's been five years since I lost my brother and three years after my mom joined him. Yes, I was the only one left, with no parent, no sibling. My mom died of heart failure and... that's enough, Serena. I mentally hit myself on the head. I totally disliked thinking about how miserable my life has been after the death of my mom and brother.

As for the investigation as regards to finding the bastard that killed my brother, I decided not to move further after I got to know that the bike was from Frost Vipers motorcycle club. I've heard multiple stories of what the men of that club could do to people who get in their way...very dangerous set of humans that could wipe someone's entire existence. Each time, I hear that name, Frost Vipers, I was deathly sure it was bad news. But, I always prayed that whoever killed my brother would die a slow painful death alongside all his family members.

All that aside, I've got to continue living...and by doing that, I have to get off from my bed and go open that dying boutique of mine. As I had stated earlier, my life has been f*****g miserable. My small boutique was almost empty because the only investor who happened to be my best friend's uncle chose to pull out 'cause I was barely making any profit.

It just didn't end there, I had applied for the role of a fashion designer at almost every fashion house here in El Cajon, and what I'd only been getting were rejection emails. Though, I haven't lost hope yet, the last fashion house I had recently sent my application to, hasn't given me a response yet. Just maybe I would get the job...just maybe my life wasn't full of bad luck after all.

"Haaahhmmm..." I let out a loud yawn as I sat up on my bed, stretching my arms wide. Today better be nice, I thought. Getting my ass off my bed, I removed my robe...and the minute I did that, a sudden surge of arousal coursed through me.

"Ugh, not again." A low groan escaped from my lips. Was it my ovulation already? Gosh, I would not be able to concentrate if I feel this way this early morning.

And I don't have a f*****g man to help me out! My mind screamed. Damn, when last have I been thoroughly f****d by a man? Should be two years ago. My last boyfriend, Aaron dumped me because his influential parents didn't approve of me. They would not want their only son end up with an orphan... No, according to his mom specifically, an orphan with nothing to her name.

Yeah, that was the last time I saw Aaron's c**k.

Fuck! I was rubbing my thighs together. The need to make myself orgasm was so strong. Left with no choice, I slipped out of my panties, my boobs were bare already. I climbed back into my bed and stretched my hand towards the nightstand, opening the top drawer to get my toys.

A vibrator,

A dildo that was exactly the shape of a man's c**k,

And a bottle of lube. I tossed them all on the bed. 'This orgasm better come quickly so I can continue with my day.'

Heavens knew I didn't want to touch myself this morning, but I could not help it.

I poured enough lube on my lifeless c**k before easing it slowly inside my p***y. Damn, I must be very wet for it to slide in so smoothly.

"Ohh," I moaned softly, my mouth forming into a small O. Each time I touched myself, I always imagined it was a man driving in and out of me hard and fast.

He would be tall with solid chest and abs, have massive hands that would always tease my big boobs and finger f**k me, of course, the right size of cock...way bigger than my ex boyfriend's, and should have a handsome face for sure. But all these thoughts were just part of my imagination 'cause was there actually a man that had all these qualities I badly needed?

The answer was no. I don't think a single man would be that perfect.

Oh, so back to me f*****g myself with my lifeless c**k, I could feel the orgasm coming closer. Already getting tired with the hand working my p***y, I moved my other hand that was on my sensitive n****e to the vibrator beside me. I turned it on.

"Ahh," I bit my lips when I felt the pulsating tip on my c**t. This feels so good. I thought.

I sped up with moving the dildo in and out of my p***y as I got so f*****g close to the peak...I could literally feel my muscles twitching so bad.

"f**k, yesss..." I cried out, my legs shaking as I broke apart, my release surprising the hell out of me...every damn time.

Finally, I could get on with my day.

After floating back to earth, I found my way to the bathroom with my toys 'cause they would surely come in handy next time.

In about fifteen minutes, I was dressing up in front of my mirror. I wore a long, flowing pink flowered wrap dress that had a thigh high slit on one side. Despite the fact it wasn't a fitted dress, my boobs... a good part of my cleavage, and ass found a way to be noticeable. Yeah, I was that endowed. I rolled up my long chestnut hair in a loose bun... I wasn't about to let my hair cover up my pretty boobs.

One last long look on the mirror, after I had worn enough perfume, I left my tiny apartment. I really hope I get that last job, I badly need a bigger space.

I was outside now, my eyes fixed on the coffee shop just opposite my apartment. I think I should get one before heading to my boutique.

I crossed over to the other side of the road and walked into the cafe. I was happy that the queue wasn't that long as usual...or wait. I briefly darted my eyes to the wall clock. Ohh, it was five minutes past ten. Ugh, I was actually late today, however it made no difference. I barely get customers stop by at the boutique.

At last it got to my turn.

"Hello Serena. Looking so beautiful as always." One of the serving staff who I was codial with, greeted me with a smile.

"Ohh Emma, you flatter me too much. You're gorgeous yourself." I smiled back.

"But not as gorgeous as you. Pretty sure, your man is overly obsessed." She said with a wink as she started brewing my coffee.

"Of course, why won't he be?" I responded with a giggle even though that was the biggest lie of the century. I don't even have a man, not to talk of one being overly obsessed. "Please, add more cream."

In less than a minute, Emma handed my coffee to me in a paper cup.

"Thank you,"

"You're welcome, Serena. Do have a nice day."

I turned to leave, walking slowly towards the door and sipping my coffee when my phone vibrated in my hand. Without thinking, I shifted by the corner to check my phone. It might be an email from the last fashion house I sent my application to.

Holy crap, it was from them.

I said a silent prayer in my heart as I opened the email.

My heart shattered the moment I read the first line of the email. "We regret to inform you..." I stared at the screen rereading the words, hoping that I had misunderstood or that a miracle would happen. But no, the message was very clear. My application has been rejected, just like others. And this was my last hope.

"My life is literally fucked." I muttered, forcing a small bitter laugh. I couldn't even go to my boutique after being slammed with such rejection. Let me just go back to my apartment and cry my eyes out or to Willa's house. She was my best friend.

I took in slow and deep breaths, trying my best not to start crying in front of people present in the cafe. Damn, I was blinking my eyes real hard, fighting the burn in them.

'Serena, you can do this. A few more steps and you're out of here. Hold it in.' My subconscious mind whispered in my ears.

I listened to her, making a move towards the door in a hurry. One last step to the door, I collided hard with someone, splashing the rest of my coffee all over...him. A man.

Not just any kind, the exact same man in my imaginations.

He was tall, about six foot three or six foot four, not too sure, with large hands.

God, imagine those hands running all over my body.

My eyes moved to his arms, those powerful arms straining against the fabric of his black t-shirt. I swallowed hard at how wide and solid his chest was. All the smoking hotness didn't stop there, this man had tattoos snaked up his neck and on his arms.

Getting to his face, I won't lie, I felt my juices from my already wet p***y on my panties.

He had a strong jawline, well defined, square shaped with light stubble...his cheekbones high, making his face look perfectly sculpted. His eyes was dark, really dark, with a subtle shade of brown. Straight nose, slightly curved and medium sized lips. His short black hair was pushed back neatly.

I had totally forgotten myself only laying eyes on this hard-edged man. But the sad reality of my life all came down crashing when he said, "Are you f*****g blind?"

I mean I should have apologized to him...however I didn't. To cover up the embarrassment of staring shamelessly at him, I chose to be a b***h. "I should be asking you that question, asshole. You made me waste my coffee on you and you couldn't even say sorry. You probably think I would be scared because you're big and all that. Jokes on you, Mister. My man is way bigger and he will f**k you up if you try anything stupid with me." I finished with a loud hiss before throwing my empty paper cup into the trash can close to me.

Mr Hot and Dangerous said nothing when I walked past him, pushed open the exit door behind him and left.

Out of fear, I couldn't even go back to my apartment that was on the other side of the road. What if that man had his eyes on me?

I flagged down a taxi and hurriedly entered when it stopped.

"Please, just drive." I said to the driver with a trembling voice.

"Ma'am, is everything okay?" He turned back to look at me.

Fuck, he must have sensed it. "Absolutely," I forced a smile on my face. "I'm going that way." I pointed forward to the direction of Willa's house. As we drove past the cafe, my eyes caught sight of two bikes and another man of the same build as the one I just met, leaning on one of the bikes.

Maybe, there were just regular guys. I thought.

But there was nothing regular about that particular man.

Fuck, I didn't even look at his legs or the size of his crotch...

'Serena, your life is crumbling apart and your major concern is the size of a stranger's cock.' My subconscious mind bluntly reminded me.

"Ovulation is a f*****g bastard." I mumbled, instantly dialing Willa's number.