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calexinred · 16 days ago

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So uh I’m in a mood. Could we get some Agnes x reader camping with some FILTHY, hot boat or tent sex?

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Warning: Consensual somnophilia

BARKING AT MY SCREEN AS I WRITE THIS. ENJOY! 💙🥵⛺

The campgrounds were deserted this time of year; high-season for camping had come and gone with the warm summer months. Agnes liked camping in the fall when no one really wanted to venture outdoors.

You were excited to spend time with your girlfriend, especially somewhere that would be a little bit more private and intimate. Agnes had gone all out weeks before in gathering supplies and new, updated gear. She had bought a new tent and blow up mattress that would fit the both of you inside and on it; a devious look in her eye when she told you there would be more than enough room to 'roll around'.

The weather was significantly cooler than usual; causing the two of you to spend most of the weekend in your tent. You didn't care, especially when you had Agnes to keep you company. She had a fire burning just outside and the crackle of the wood burning coupled with the earthy smell of smoke.

You had snuggled into her with your heavy blanket wrapped around you. Agnes' arm hung heavy over your shoulder as you started to drift off to sleep. You felt her solid body shift with you as she helped lay you down into a comfortable position before she, from the sound of it, undressed herself to fall into sleep beside you. Both of you under the heavy blankets and sleeping bags as you clung to one another for warmth and comfort.

You had never really cared for camping until you had met Agnes and felt a sense of comfort you didn't even know existed. You fell into a deep slumber with her sweet breath tickling your neck and her calloused hands rubbing your inner thigh.

Agnes groaned as she peeled back the sleeping bag, uncovering her face. It was dark inside of the tent which meant it was dark outside. She had forgotten the two of you had gone to bed pretty early as the weather had turned too cold to do much outside. Preserving body heat and energy seemed like the perfect thing to do.

Agnes slightly turns to her right to stretch out her back and then, to her left. She peers down at you when she faces you now and smiles at the sight of you. Snuggled up nice and tight into the sleeping bag with the extra blankets cocooning you. Her smile turned into a bottom lip bite as she continued to stare you down in your sleep.

She felt a quick, deep jolt deep inside of her cunt and a pulse at her clit.

Agnes swallowed hard and peeled the sleeping bag back a little further until her body was uncovered and her nakedness exposed. Her gaze peeled away from you to stare down at herself; over every bump and curve. You had told her you loved her, all of her and at first you could tell she wasn't sure. Agnes was sure now as she studied herself and then once again, turned her attention over to you.

Sleeping soundly against the warm and soft blankets.

"Goddamnit..."

Agnes whispered under her breath as she grabbed the edge of the sleeping bag and very slowly, peeled it away from your body.

You had fallen asleep with your underwear on; not having had time or energy to totally strip before bed like Agnes had. You had crashed long before she did but you didn't mind. You had felt the weight of Agnes beside you, against you and there was nothing that pulled you into a more secure sleep than knowing she had been there the entire time.

You had the best sleep of your life whenever Agnes was sleeping beside you. With or without the aid of sex before or after sleep.

Or, during it.

That was something new; something you had both talked about in hushed voices one night at the booth you haunted at the local bar. It had come up some way or another and Agnes' eyes had blown out and the rare creep of blush rose up her face. You had uncovered something you guessed may have never come up. Ever.

But Agnes, you knew, felt safe with you in ways she told you and showed you that she never did quite with anyone before. You felt honored.

And now there was this new knowledge between the two of you; an agreement.

The sleeping bag slipped away from your body which allowed Agnes full and complete access.

The detective licked her lips before crawling over towards you until she was sitting on her knees in front of your feet.

Agnes was slow and gentle as she moved your legs; towards your body until your knees bent and then fell open. She had you in butterfly pose but without your feet touching. She had to get in between your legs after all. She needed easy access in what she was about to do.

Agnes let out a sigh and felt her body heat up as she moved in closer and bent her upper body down close to the blow up mattress. Her breasts squished down and her arms came forward, past her head as she gently grabbed hold of your waist before she brought her face right in between your legs.

She used her teeth to pull aside your underwear; letting it stick to your outer left fold. She breathed in deeply to take in your scent which only caused another throb at her clit once more. She could feel herself becoming wetter against her own thighs; pubic hair dampening as she basically drooled inside of her mouth with anticipation.

She pressed the tip of her nose against your skin and gently brushed upwards to rub at your clit.

Your lower body twitched in response as you remained sleeping soundly.

She held back a moan so as to not wake you as she moved her face down just enough so that her mouth was now parallel to your opening. Her tongue slipped past her lips and entered inside of you.

Warmth and wet and umami burst onto Agnes' tongue which only made her pull your body down as if she was trying to smother herself. Agnes couldn't help it; intoxicated with just one taste.

She worked slow; just the same pressure and technique as she would when you were awake and on her tongue. Agnes made sure to roll herself to give friction and sensation; what you would have given with your hips and pelvis. Her head bobbed and her arms flexed as she brought you closer to her; fed herself with your body as you floated above her.

She loved how your cunt still responded even though the rest of you didn't.

You still twitched against her nose and clenched around her tongue. You became wetter and wetter with each perfected lap and thighs pressed in tight against Agnes' head. Your body knew what to do even when you were sleeping peacefully.

Your body never could deny Agnes Harkness when she had your pussy in and against her mouth.

She groaned loudly before breathing in once more; tried to push her tongue even deeper. She was trying to trigger that sweet spot; that perfect build of being teased until you allowed yourself to let go and come on her tongue and in her mouth.

Agnes barely pulls herself away; just enough to whisper against your wet, swollen folds.

"Let go, Babygirl...let go and come into Daddy's mouth..."

A sleepy, disconnected sigh left your lips. You didn't stir or wake; still far away in dreamland. Your body however, knew better. Acted accordingly. Wanted to be fucked so bad by your girlfriend that it would do whatever it could to give you that sweet release. That mind-blowing orgasm you so rightfully desired.

Agnes went back to work with her tongue.

She focused solely on your clit and that seemed to be the key to your undoing.

A shudder ran through your lower body; knees bending and legs trembling. Agnes moaned against you as she closed her lips around your engorged clit and began to suck.

You didn't and couldn't last much longer when she pulled out that maneuver.

Once again, your body knows what to do as you roll your hips towards her mouth and face fuck her. And Agnes? She's in heaven as she feels you grind into her mouth, against her tongue, onto her nose. She moves her tongue quickly to catch your release as it seeps out of your pussy. She deserved every drop that came out of you; worked herself and you hard for her reward.

You were happy enough to give it; your body knew Agnes deserved it.

Agnes lapped and swallowed everything you gave her before she pulled herself up between your legs and sat there in an almost drunken stupor. Her eyes roamed over your body.

She had found her next target with a lopsided grin on her face.

Agnes moved back to her spot against you; pulled herself right up against you once more. She merely leaned over your chest and brought her left hand over to pull down the left cup of your bra.

She knew she was getting her side of the mattress wet; her own slick wetting between her inner thighs and onto the sheets. She shook off her own arousal to focus on you and the soft, round mound of flesh that awaited her.

Your nipple was hard and just waiting to be sucked.

Agnes moved in and made sure she wasn't pinning down your arm; didn't want it to fall asleep and be uncomfortable as she took her fill of your breast in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around your hard nipple but, while her lips and teeth teased and sucked, she gently bit.

She wanted you to wake up and see yourself covered in bruises and bites; perfect smooth skin ravaged by her mouth.

Agnes groaned louder than she had done throughout her fucking you; forgetting to catch herself in her lust.

Perhaps it had been the groan or the tug of Agnes' teeth on your nipple. Possibly it could have been the pulsing between your legs still or the sudden wetness that stuck to your inner thighs that pulled you awake.

Agnes was still greedily sucking and the only way you could respond was by gently sighing in such a way that would alert anyone it had come from someone awake.

The sudden loud and wet sound of her lips slipping away from your nipple filled the tent with a pop. Agnes' eyes met yours as she looked upwards and the drool that coated her lips and slid down the side of her mouth almost made you come on the spot.

She moved up against you in silence; her gaze never pulling away from yours. Agnes' lips found your own as she kissed you sweetly. You returned her kiss as your tongue pushed into her mouth; mostly to thank her but also, unapologetically, to taste yourself in her mouth.

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calexinred · 26 days ago

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Zabriskie Point. 4

Agatha x Rio x Reader (gender neutral) Part 4 l Crimson Daughters Part 1 l Highway Honey Part 2 l Easy Rider Part 3 l Don't Fuck With Feds Summary: AU. A road-movie & queer noir story inspired by Antonioni's “Zabriskie Point” and Lana Del Rey's “Ride” with a dash of Tarantino. You meet two hot bikers at a diner near the Grand Canyon, and they invite you to go on a road trip with them. Word count: 6.5K Warnings: NSFW 18+

Queer noir, violence, sex descriptions, banter. Agatha POV, Rio POV, new characters: Jen, Lilia, Billy, lots of visuals, lots of angst.

tagging: @calexinred @warpdrive-witch

*** No.

No, that’s bullshit.

The girl’s cray-cray, but the hell was that?

I’m lying on the wet sheets, soaking in my own sweat and cum, and I deny fucking everything that pops into my mind. No, she couldn’t just disappear—not after…this. Yet something shatters in me, an uncommon feeling, something that reminds me of prom night. Gals with their dates, kings n’ queens n’ shit, and me just chillin’ in the corner with the losers, wearing an imaginary badge with the crooked word ‘dyke’ on it.

Not that I ever been offended by that, but high school ain’t the Hamptons. Definitely not a good time for being an outcast, even if you’re surrounded by degenerates. That’s some kinda miserable shit, and Agatha Harkness ain’t getting treated like that anymore. Not ever again.

She’ll come back. They always do.

C’mon Agatha, you’re being soft again.

Bitch stole your stinky shirt, so that’s something, isn’t it? Left her fancy lingerie, little perv. She’ll sober up and come back. I just need a shitload of sleep—girl really fucked me good. Damn, Feds are so fucking hot nowadays. Who knew!

The pillow smells like her pussy, so sweet and… fuck.

She’ll come back.

They always do.

***

‘Agent Vidal!’

…

‘Hello?’

…

‘Agent Vidal—’

‘What time is it?’ I yell, opening the front door of the safe house, still groggy. Billy comes in. Shit…

‘11:30, ma’am…’

‘Sorry,’ he mumbles. ‘We were trying to reach you, but your phone was off.’

‘Been chasing a suspect,’ I say nonchalantly, not even caring if he buys that blatant lie. ‘Discreetly.’

‘I…see.’ He shrugs, trying to hide the smile.

My face probably says it all. So do the marks on my neck.

‘Agent Vidal, I really need the report for SSA Calderu. You know how persistent she can be, and I can’t get back to her empty-handed.

‘Tell Lilia I’ll send her the update today.’

‘Could you please be…more specific?’ he says shyly.

‘Give me two hours and a fresh cup of damn fine coffee.’

‘Black, no sugar?’

‘Good guess.’

‘One leg in, one leg out, Agent Vidal!’

He rushes to the door, not even hiding the joy of relief. Lilia could be a bitch when it comes to junior agents. But Billy’s a good one, and I don’t wanna cause any trouble. Been there.

‘Billy,’ I call him out.

‘Yes?’

‘Thank you.’

And I really mean it. I need a cover up, or to buy some time at least. Otherwise I’m screwed.

‘Any time, Agent Vidal!’

He smiles and disappears, running down the creaky wooden steps.

***

It's tougher than I thought it would be.

The suspect, huh.

And here I am, writing my report about her, sitting in her shirt, trying to skip all the…chasing part and leave only the investigation bits. This is so fucked up.

Of course, Agatha’s not a suspect at all. I know it, Lilia knows it, there’s a fat chance she will buy all that suspect bullshit, especially after giving me the instructions to look for a bait. The last kill was three days ago, and Agatha was on the road from California. It’s just not possible. Plus, I’m sure the killer is a guy. All the victims were women…well, not straight women.

She could be a perfect bait. But I can’t do this to her, not after tonight.

I’d rather be the bait myself. And she’d better leave this town for good.

The moment I charge my burner phone, it’s ringing off the hook.

I take a deep breath.

Lilia?

At last…

Sorry, I’ve been—

Billy told me. But don’t you bullshit me, Vidal. I’ve known you since the dawn of time

It was for the case

Sure it was

Don’t treat me like a rookie, Lilia

I’m still your fucking handler

I’ll do it

Do what?

I’ll catch him by myself. Can’t involve anyone

Out of question. There’s a protocol, we need a bait, and you must lay low. You can’t drive and keep a gun pointed at the same time. Too risky.

We don’t want any more victims, do we?

We want to catch the motherfucker and keep our agents alive.

…

Vidal, are you listening to me?

Loud and clear.

I mean it, Rio

I understand

Good. Keep me updated and keep your phone charged!

Yes, ma’am

At least, I need to warn her. Or maybe it’s just an excuse to see her again.

*** ‘So, what’s-her-name you were screwing the other night?’ Jen puts her beer on my table, sliding closer, crossing one leg over the other in that annoyingly elegant way of hers.

In a trashy, old-school bar, with sticky tables and wooden benches, soaked in the smell of spilled beer, she still looks sophisticated—and yet, she fits. Or maybe it’s not that she belongs to the town. Maybe the town belongs to her.

Biker queen or not, I gotta hand it to her—she’s always been the classy kind. And I always had a great taste in women. Too bad most of them turned at least a little insane. A gift and a curse, as they say.

‘Her name is Drink Your Beer And Mind Your Own Business,’ I bark, trying to outshoot the chaos in the background.

‘Mmhmm,’ she chuckles. ‘Seems more like I Fuck You And Ghost Your Ass, if you ask me.’

‘Got to hell, Jen.’

‘Already there, Agatha,’ she says calmly. ‘We all are.’

‘Sorry.’ Yeah. I’d better remember why I’m here in the first place, instead of turning into a crybaby, sleeping at the wheel and thinking about last night. Can’t believe she left like that. She was mine. Mine. And she damn well knows it, there’s no other way. She’s just a cocky little coward. “Don’t fuck with Feds.” Don’t fuck with Feds my ass!

‘I’m sorry about your girl,’ I mumble. ‘Loosing one of your coven…damn heavy thing.’

‘And you know what,’ Jen’s voice cracks slightly. ‘Cops ain’t doin’ nothin’. ‘They don’t give two shits ‘bout my girls—treat us like gangsters, dealers, trash.’

‘Aren’t you—’

‘Don’t you even go there, Agatha,’ she snaps. ‘That shit ain’t happening. Not on my watch. We protect our town.’

‘Just askin’…You sure…there’s no investigation?’

‘Since when are you speakin’ for the law?’ She throws me that look.

Real subtle, Agatha. Nailed it.

‘Since never.’ I mutter. ‘Just sayin’…there’ve been a few kills like that, right? Smells like serial killer shit.’

‘Even if the Feds are sniffin’ around, it won’t change a damn thing,’ she says, jaw tight. ‘We save ourselves. By all means necessary.’

‘That’s why I’m here, girl.’

‘I know.’ ‘How are your Dykes holdin’ up by the way?’

‘Most of them are sweethearts,’ I say. ‘The rest are this close to breaking my jaw.’

‘Ain’t nothing changed, Agatha.’ She finally shifts and gives me something almost resembling a smile.

‘I’m a free spirit, you know,’ I wink.

‘Oh, I know,’ she chuckles. ‘That’s half of your damn problem.’

‘So…what’s up with that mysterious femme fatale?’ she asks.

‘You buy me a real drink, and I might tell you.’

‘Gurl…’

***

‘You tellin’ me, she asked you to fuck her ass and then bailed?’

‘That’s what happened.’ I shrug, feeling lost and embarrassingly drunk.

‘Don’t make no damn sense, baby.’ Jen downs her whiskey on the rocks and shakes her head. ‘You hurt her?’

‘You serious right now?’

Suddenly, I feel that sting of anger laced with pain, but it fades out with another shot of poisonous liquid.

‘I’d never…’

‘Just askin’, calm down.’

‘I think I’ve had enough.’ I set an empty shot on the table and lean into her shoulder.

‘Do you remember…’ I mutter, gazing at her, ‘why we broke up?’

‘You kiddin’, Agatha,’ she laughs and pulls back.

‘No, I’m serious,’ I say with a sly smirk. ‘Cause I don’t have a damn clue.’

‘Nice earrings by the way.’ I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I just nuzzle closer, stopping a breath away from her lips.

‘Ooh, you’re wasted baby,’ she says gently, leaning back, ‘let’s get you outta here.’

***

Jen helps me with the keys and walks me into the room. The bed’s still a mess. I turn around to take my cigarettes from the drawer, laying right beside her panties.

‘Jeez, Agatha,’ she laughs, ‘smells like sex and some serious lesbian drama.’

‘Told you everything I could…’

‘Anything you didn’t?’

‘What?’

‘You actin' weird now,’ she frowns as if suspecting something.

I might be wasted, but there’s no way I’m telling Jen about the kinky gun thing. She’d track the girl down and make damn sure she never gets within a hundred miles of me again. And part of me…part of me wants to believe that there’s still a slim chance—

A knock at the door. Firm, but gentle.

‘Should I take care of that?’ Jen raises an eyebrow.

I wave her off like I don’t give a damn. But inside, my heart is racing like I’m hiding something. Because I am. I take a long drag to chase the nerves off.

Jen opens the door.

‘You lost, girl?’

‘I need to speak to Agatha.’

‘A little late for an FBI raid, ain’t it?’

‘Excuse me?’

‘She told me everything.’

‘In that case, why are you still talking?’

‘She’s a hot, cocky bitch just like you said.’

Jen finally steps out of the way, and I see her. Rio. Exquisite, just like the night we met, same bold eyeliner, some fancy clothes and a weight behind her eyes that wasn’t there before.

‘What do you want?’ I lean back on a pillow, metal in my voice. Still pissed at her, after all.

She glances around the room, hesitates.

‘Everything you wanna say to me you can say to Jen,’ I mutter. ‘She’s family.’

‘You didn’t tell me about family,’ she pouts.

‘You’re one to talk!’

‘I need to speak to you. Alone.’

‘Or what? You’ll point your little gun at my head again?’

Shit. It just slips out. Jen turns her head quickly, looking at me with her bulging eyes.

‘Am I missin’ somethin’?’

‘Okay, Jen,’ I say. ‘I’ll take it from here.’

‘I’ll be outside. Cry out loud if you need any help.’ She throws me a look on her way out. Overprotective as ever. It’s almost cute.

‘You need to get out of here as soon as possible,’ Rio says quietly. ‘The killer’s still at large.’

‘Like you care.’

‘I do.’

‘Bullshit! You were the one who left.’

‘I was.’

‘So go back to wherever the hell you came from. I’m done.’

I don’t even look at her, squeezing my cigarette like it’s the last I have in my life.

‘I’m too old for that cat-and-mouse crap,’ I hiss. ‘Go find someone else to play your games, Fed.’

She sits down on the edge of the bed, eyes skimming over the garbage in the ashtray… then the panties. She doesn’t say a thing, but the tension flares like a match.

‘You can take those with you and go back to your filthy business.’

‘Do you want me to?’

She stares, stubborn girl that she is. Not sure if I want to slap her face or forget about before and kiss her lips. Bitch.

‘Why are you really here?’ I keep it as cold as I can, though I hope she says something that proves that I was right. That I won.

‘I can’t stop thinking about you.’

I laugh, bitter, yet with a satisfied smirk.

‘Then why’d you leave?’

‘I didn’t want to use you. As bait.’

‘As a…what?’ I raise my voice, in a complete ice-cold shock.

‘I’m sorry, it was a job…I didn’t want—

‘So fucking me with a gun in my mouth was your job too, huh?’

‘I went off the script.’

‘You’re filthy cop. Get the fuck outta here!’

‘Agatha—’

‘One whistle and Jen’s girls’ll ride you into the dirt.’

‘I’m really sorry,’ she looks down, ‘I didn’t want it to turn out this way.’

‘Then you should’ve stayed gone!’

I can’t believe I’m yelling—hell, I barely know what I’m saying. The least thing that I want now is for her to leave me again, but I feel so much rage, and I can’t control it. She stands. Lingers. But I won’t look at her—no, I won’t give her the benefit of the doubt. So she slams the door on her way out.

A few minutes later, Jen walks back in.

‘You tellin’ me what the hell just happened?’

I’d rather leave it buried. Deep. I’m too drunk for a pep talk.

‘Okay, let’s admit it, the girl’s HOT,’ she chuckles.

‘Whatever.’

‘Can I have her number then?’

‘Go to hell, Jen.’

‘I’m not goin’ anywhere.’ ***

I hurriedly rush out of the goddamn motel, and just a few blocks later, as luck would have it, the heavens open up. Wet hair falls over my eyes, and when I try to fix it, I accidentally smudge my makeup. Fuck. It didn’t have to be so dramatic, but it actually matches the mood. The conversation went the worst way possible, and I feel lost. Completely lost—which leaves me discombobulated and…broken.

I just wanted to be honest with her. And I was honest. If I’m honest with myself, I’d admit I knew it from the bar, when I told her my real name. She was part of the job, until she wasn’t. But she has every right to be mad at me, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

The burner phone vibrates in my pocket, dragging me back to reality.

Agent Vidal!

Yes, Billy

Thank god!

What’s that?

I think I spotted him

You think or you sure?

I…you better come here and see for yourself

Where?

Roadhouse bar

***

I tuck my Beretta under the waistband of my jeans and step inside the bar. Billy’s standing in the corner, hiding behind a large glass of beer.

‘Drinking at workplace!’

‘No, I’d never—’

‘Just kidding.’

‘What happened to your face, Agent—’

‘Shhh!’ I frown at him. ‘We’re discreet, remember.’

‘Sorry, my bad.’

‘Forget it. Where is he?’

‘You see the guy sitting on that stool talking to the waitress?’

‘Looks like a red-neck to me, doesn’t necessarily the guy.’

‘I’m not sure, we could say it—’

‘Get to the point, Billy.’

‘It’s just the way he talks to women,’ Billy whispers, ‘it was pretty harsh.’

‘Well, doesn’t tell much if a guy is a jerk,’ I shrug. ‘We need more proof.’

‘I know, but he was kinda…pushing, asking questions about local clubs, like do they let everyone here, that kind of stuff.’

‘Middle-aged farmer, conservative, mysoginist, nothing new, Billy, give me more,’ I say sharply against his ear.

‘He asked really weird questions about…’

‘What?’

‘Deviations…’

‘What??’

‘It means—’

‘I know what that means,’ I husk.

I drink a one big gulp of his beer and come straightforward to the bar. And don’t you dare stop me now.

*** ‘Howdy girlie, need a ride?’

‘No, I’m good.’

‘The weather ain’t good for a moto.’

‘I could walk.’

‘Not afraid of gettin’ wet?’

‘I don’t mind.’

He snorts and gives me a disgusting smirk, cigarette clenched between his crooked teeth, waving me off.

Breathe in, breathe out, Rio. You can handle it.

‘Nice bandana, by the way.’

***

The cold, drizzling morning greets me with white light leaking through the blinds and a jackhammer pounding behind my eyes. Raindrops slam the motel roof like they’re competing to piss me off. The hungover is so brutal I’d rather stay buried under the sheets for a week. That’s when the highlight reel from last night kicks in.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

‘Good mornin’ to you too,’ Jen appears outta nowhere with a cup of something steaming.

‘Tryin’ to poison me?’

‘In your dreams,’ she laughs, settling on the edge of the bed and shoving a spoon in my face.

‘Don’t tell me it’s a chicken soup.’

‘Ain’t sayin’ nothin’ then.’

‘You, witch!’ I grumble. ‘I wanted my morning coffee.’

‘You skipped your morning, girl,’ she snorts. ‘So take the spoon and release me from a headache.’

The soup’s actually decent, it’s just I hate being babied. Especially by Jen. That’s humiliating.

‘I think now I remember it,’ I say, slurping obnoxiously just to get on her nerves.

‘Remember what?’

‘Why I broke up with you.’

‘Hah. Bitch, you didn’t break up with me,’ she laughs and stares at me indignantly. ‘I broke up with you.’

‘I broke up with you…’ I mumble, mocking her tone. ‘Sure, whatever.’

‘Hurry up,’ she looks down, heavily breathing. ‘The memorial’s starting soon.’

***

We roll up to the club when everyone’s already there. Muted voices, someone’s quietly sobbing in the corner. The black-and-pink colors of the Crimson Daughters are plastered all over the place. Decorated banners in English and Chinese draped like battle flags, and in the center—a portrait of Alice, surrounded by the white flowers. All the gals are wearing their pink bandanas, the main symbol of the coven.

God, it’s powerful and horrifying all at once. Makes my stomach churn. But no more booze today, Agatha. It’s the second kill this month, actually that’s why I burned my ass to get here in the first place. ‘Live fast, die young’ turned into postmodern crap a long time ago, and we’re not loosing any more of our birds. Not to the four-wheeled bastards who think that they own the road.

Jen steps forward to say a few words as the queen of the gang, and I notice that something’s off, something about her appearance, but the hammering in my head won’t let me think straight and figure it out.

My Highway Honey is throbbing my brains out, and I feel that familiar muscle pain, my pussy aching. Fuck. She’s not letting me go, is she? That girl…she was right. I can barely ride without thinking of her. But I have to.

We have a slow ride out—a tradition that always hits hard, making everyone cry like babies. We push forward a fiery-red ghost bike, decked out in the same white flowers. And so we ride, in silence, engines low, just the background hum of our HOGs echoing off the wet gravel, until we reach the Wind Farm and stop on a side road. Spinning turbines over green fields—even in weather like this—it looks beautiful.

We turn off the engine. Jen steps off and walks to Alice’s riderless bike, holding the urn in both hands.

‘Ride free, girl. We’ll keep the road safe for you.’

Ashes thrown in the wind. We pay respects, bid farewell, a few sob, but most of us lower our heads in silence.

That’s when I glance at Jen once again and finally get it. That’s the golden chain on her bare neck—too shiny, too bold, too visible.

Her queen’s bandana is gone.

***

I need to act quickly. Yesterday I was lucky to get away—rain on my side and a little help from Billy’s backup—but today, it’s now or never. Of course Lilia will be pissed, but I won’t lose my job if I catch the killer. Not that it matters. I can’t back down now, even if it kills me. I have to do this—not just for the job, but for the sisterhood.

I send Billy back to his place, buried in paperwork, just to buy some time. He doesn’t need to be responsible for any of this. But Lilia… she has to understand.

The phone vibrates. Speaking of the devil.

Yes, Lilia

Agent Vidal

Calls me by my full name. Not good.

I’ve got the information that you interacted with the primary suspect

That’s right

Did you plan on doing this alone?

Lilia’s voice is cold as steel. Understandable.

This is my duty Lilia. It’s too late now, he took the bait

…

Lilia?

She’s calculating, I bet.

Lilia, I need you on my side, please

Give me a breakdown of your plan. I can’t let you proceed otherwise. And you report every step over the radio

I bait the suspect at the bar, lead him onto the highway. Backup blocks the ramps—Toledo and Detroit exits, as soon as we’re on I-75 Northbound. I stay center-lane, keep him focused, while the task force closes in. We can’t risk losing him

How many exits?

Four. Eleven, twelve, thirteen and the main one—eighteen. We can set up an ambush there, near the Wind Farm lot

Sounds too good to be true. Any hidden roads?

Don’t think so. I-75 is a highway. No stoplights, high speed, straightforward

Don’t underestimate the suspect

I won’t

Rio

Yes?

Please, be…careful

I will

Promise

I promise

It’s an order

Yes…Lilia ***

She must’ve left it back in the motel. Weird. Jen’s usually a hyper-organized, annoying bitch—but maybe I scrambled her brain with all my lesbian drama.

‘Something’s missin’, isn’t it?’ I whisper to her ear as we step back into the club for the wake.

‘What are you talkin’ about?’

‘You never take it off. Better they don’t notice, or people’ll start askin’ questions…’ I run my fingers along the chain on her neck, feel her shiver.

‘What are you doin’?’ Jen flinches, so out of her character.

‘Nothin’. Just curious, is it me, or you’re gettin’ old and forgettin’ shit now?’

‘Agatha.’ She rolls her eyes at me, but something’s still off. My gut twists, or maybe I’m still hungover.

‘I’m sayin’, where’s your bloody scarf, queen?’ I smirk, pulling my hand back. ‘Want me to sneak into the motel and fetch it for you?’

‘Don’t bother.’ She snaps, avoiding eye-contact. ‘There’re more important things to think about right now.’

And she’s so damn right.

***

‘Don’t let me down today,’ I say to my Baby HOG, and check out the police radio clipped to the saddlebag.

How’s the signal?

Loud and clear

Chasing primary suspect. Heading toward the Roadhouse. Over

Copy that. Well received. Over

Over and out

Time to go.

I fix the eyeliner, tie the bandana around my neck and head into the honky-tonk. Whatever happens. ***

‘You lost, girl?’ a drunken voice slurs from the crowd.

If I had a nickel…

Not you, not today.

I move past the strangers and head straight for the counter. The bartender recognizes me and gives a subtle nod. No sign of the suspect yet, but he’ll come. He must.

I wait. Forty minutes, almost ready to give up, when finally the door groans open and there he is. I turn away, careful not to give him anything. If I look too ready, too available—game’s over. I have to tread lightly.

‘Long time no see, princess,’ he chuckles. ‘Or is it…the queen?'

Perfect. He’s buying it.

‘How do you know?’

‘A little fish whispered.’

‘You a fisherman?’

‘More like a bee whisperer,’ he says into my ear, sending the worst kind of shiver down my spine.

‘Let me buy you a drink?’ Same crooked smile on his unshaved salamander face.

‘No, thanks.’

‘You’ve had enough?’ He squints, ‘or you’re one of those?’

‘One of what?’

‘You know. Abominations, Sodom and Gomorrah right here in the good ol’ U.S. of A.’

I do my best not to throw up. Don’t lose it.

‘What if I told you I am?’

‘A doll like you?’ He laughs out loud. ‘That’d be a shame. Even a sin.’

‘You religious kind?’

‘What if I am?’

‘Then it really is a shame,’ I say it steadily, stand, and head for the door.

***

When I crank Baby HOG, the sky’s dipped in dusk, peach bleeding into thick bands of dark blue clouds. Treacherously beautiful. Not the time to admire it, but maybe—maybe—it’s a good omen.

This isn’t my first chase. But it’s the first one I’m doing on a bike. So I muster my courage and pray for the luck. Whatever’s left in the tank.

Alpha to… whatever. En route to I-280 North

Update on suspect?

No visual yet

Standing by

I hit open highway; there’re truckers, cars passing by, nothing that catches the eye or screams ‘danger’. Bloody rain-fog makes it worse, it’s harder for me to see anything in my side mirrors. But suddenly—I feel him. Ghosting my back. I swear I can hear the blood throbbing in my ears, like my skull’s about to split. But maybe that’s a good thing. The game is on, and I’m winning this one.

Suspect in visual. Black Dodge Challenger. Over

Roger that Heading to I-75 Northbound. Over and out

***

‘Feelin’ better now?’ Jane steps onto the porch of the club and steals my cigarette.

‘Define better,’ I laugh.

These days…I’d settle for a break, starting with the damn headache.

‘Bloody Mary?’

‘You tryin’ to poison me again?’

‘I could always make you a chicken soup.’

Maybe it’s good I came. I’ve missed them, even if I won’t admit it out loud. Dykes on Bikes are my favorite bitches, my coven of chaos, but Crimson Daughters? They’re kind of a family. And even loners need one, sometimes. A few days won’t break me. Neither will chicken soup.

‘I think I’m good, Jen.’

‘Ain’t sound like good for me.’

I gasp, take a long drag, and stare ahead through the drizzle. August has always been full of surprises, and today, it definitely matches the mood.

‘What,’ she pats my shoulder, ‘still sobbin’ over the girl?’

I let out a giggle that cracks halfway out of my throat. I wish I could let her go. But the fuck was amazing—even transformational. And now I just feel like a goddamn moron, throwing it away.

Jen eyes me, sly and knowing, then leans in.

‘Then I think you should know.’

‘Know what?’

‘Me and the girls, a small crew, we’re headin’ out tonight. Road patrol.’

I squint at her, scanning her brains out.

‘Keep talkin.’

‘Your Fed. She’s goin’ after him. I don’t think she can do it alone.’

‘Tonight? How the hell do you know?’

‘I got eyes all over this town, baby.’

‘I knew that!’ I raise my voice, trying not to rage.

‘I knew you were hidin’ something!’

‘Keep it down,’ she hisses. Bitch.

‘When were you planning on tellin’ me, huh?’

I growl, barely keeping it together.

‘You were a goddamn mess last night, okay?’

Jen grabs my shoulder and pulls me around the back of the building. A couple of girls are already there, silent and ready.

‘We leave now. Ambush the rural roads,’ Jen commands.

The girls nod in unison, then place their hands on the handlebars of Jen’s HOG like a gang of Musketeers. What a spirit—it’s almost cringy, as the kids say.

‘Agatha?’ Jen fixes me with that don’t-fuck-with-me stare. ‘You in?’

A little dramatic pause. I grin.

‘Damn right. Let’s kill the motherfucker.’ ***

Agent Vidal

Yes …

Repeat

Little Swan Creek Road…

Poor signal. Repeat

…Dead zone

Roger

Silence.

No more lights, like he vanished into thin air.

Hidden road or he just gave up? I slow under the bridge, eyes scanning the shadows. There’s no escape right? All the exits are blocked.

My heart is pounding a hundred miles an hour and I try to breathe and think. The Dodge is a hell of a car, but I’m more agile. I could be faster…if I’m under control.

Am I?

Remember why you’re doing this, Rio.

One more deep breath, and I see her in front of my face. A goddess with a wicked smile and sunburned, tangled hair. I’m doing this for you, queen of the road. There will be no more deaths. Because I’m handling it. I’m stronger than death.

I am.

Don’t you even try to hide, you bastard.

***

I’m such a damn idiot! Should’ve known she wouldn’t leave it alone. Unlike regular cops, she’s actually worth somethin’. Good news is, I didn’t have a single drop of alcohol in me, so my head is clear. And let’s be real, my self-preservation instincts have aways been sharper than most. If anyone’s gonna save her pretty ass, it’s me.

Jen’s pale pink Harley, with its massive chrome pipes humming like a declaration of her power and invincibility, leads us through the fog. Queen on a battlefield, glam as hell, she’s always been. But she ain’t scared of gettin’ her hands dirty—she handed us baseball bats and shotguns like candy. Gotta admit, I’m hyped as fuck.

‘Ain’t no shit out here,’ I nag. ‘ You sure it’s this way?’

‘I’m sure,’ Jen throws back in a low voice, I barely hear her.

‘So you’ve got my girl’s number, after all, don’t you?

She’s silent. But I freaking need this answer.

‘Don’t be a bitch, Jen,’ I shout through the wind. ‘Just say it.’

‘She gave it to me. For the case, if you want,’ she says without taking her eyes off the road. ‘Shit was classified.’

‘Oh, of course, it was,’ I mutter, wound up again, this close from raving.

‘Knock it off, Agatha. Not everythin’s about you.’

I swallow my envy and anger, but deep inside, I get it. Jen wanted to deal with an asshole. She wanted revenge. She didn’t want me getting in the way. But still…it’s ticklin’. ***

The telltale roar of tires scraping the gavel sounds like a neighing horse. Headlights loom in my mirrors, and with a heatwave of adrenaline, I twist the throttle.

Poor Baby HOG wails as I push her harder than I should. Just a few more miles baby, please don’t fuck this up. A few more miles and we’re bringing it home.

As soon as I pass under the bridge, rain starts drumming on my helmet, droplets sliding down the visor. It takes a second to snap it shut. I need to hurry—this isn't a battle of muscle anymore, it's a battle of wit. In the rain, the Dodge has the advantage. I’ve got to outthink him. I need the perfect maneuver, draw him into the ambush without getting crushed to smithereens. One hit, and it’s lethal.

Black Ghost is breathing down my neck, flashing his headlights, trying to rattle me. It’s better not to look back: just trust Baby HOG and make the u-turn.

‘Count your blessings, bitch, ’cause you’re gonna die,’ he laughs behind me, such a nasty snarl.

‘Fucking coward! Need four wheels to beat me?’

‘Told ya. Weather’s no good for a moto.’

Please, girl, I beg. Don’t fall asleep on me now.

I pedal the bike for all she’s worth and make the goddamn turn—but my foot treacherously slips. Boot slams the wet ground, sole scraping tarmac. My body churns, soaking up the downpour of rage and despair.

‘It’s all gonna end soon, don’t worry.’

‘In your dreams, asshole!’

I accelerate the gear and take off, heading southbound, hoping to cut into the narrow road up ahead where he can’t follow.

Alpha to base. Come in

…

Do you copy?

…

I repeat. Requesting backup. Do you copy?

…

Signal’s breaking. I need backup. Now

…

No fucking signal. Fuck. FUCK! Another dead-zone? No way.

Everything’s going awry, and I bet there’s no way backup’s showing up here. Not now, not in the middle of this goddamn nowhere. Dodge is inches behind me; I veer off into a rural path swallowed by darkness. It’s narrow, that’s good, but too dirty and slick, which is bad for the HOG’s tires.

I kill the engine and slide off, fumbling for my precious Beretta in the inner pocket and hide into the bushes. A glimpse of memory—her pink nipple pressed against the muzzle, her swollen lips, her face in that beautiful orgasm. I laugh to myself—if I die, that’s the best image to remember, that’s what I’m taking with me. I kiss Beretta. I’d give anything to kiss her again. That’s why I must live.

Suddenly, I hear the engine noise of revving motorcycles coming from Toledo. Four riders cutting through the dark and the drizzle like knights of the fucking Apocalypse. Or rather…witches.

So this is my backup.

Cheesy as hell, but I can’t tell if it’s the rain or if I’m actually crying.

I step out of the brush.

I hear the shot.

***

Jeez. If you’d told me I’d ever be chasing some psycho in pitch-black darkness with my ex to save my future wife, I’d have told you to go touch grass and take a break from Netflix. But here I am—riding like some Prince Charming in Gotham, keepin’ my shotgun at the ready.

That’s when I finally spot headlights sliding downhill ahead. Gotta be her. I ease off the throttle, ready to hop off and shoot the bastard if I have to.

‘Surround the fucker—he doesn’t get away!’ Jen commands, driving ahead toward the car. The driver skids, hesitating whether to pull over or face what’s coming. He must have a penchant for retro; the Dodge looks like it rolled straight out of a last-century car expo: old, gold, and heavy as hell. If he nudges me, my Honey and I will become a history. But to our good fortune, he tries to reverse.

The HOGs downshift and fan out, splitting to either side of the car, engines growling, portending nothing but retribution. I stay close behind Jen, chasing the Dodge from the left, praying no one barrels at us from the oncoming traffic.

As he swings into a U-turn, Jen seizes the moment; she slows down and hits her bat against the side window, but the car is too sturdy, almost death-proof.

‘Hey, you!’ I scream, heart racing. ‘You’re messin’ with the wrong people.’

I swear, I have no idea of who the fuck possessed me, everything happens so quickly. Instinct kicks in: I brake hard, grip the shotgun tight, and squeeze the trigger. The blast rips through the tire.

The Dodge crashes against the concrete barrier with a thunderous boom. Not enough to break, but enough to stop this goddamn race and hear myself thinkin’. ***

‘Agatha, NO!’

I scream from the top of my lungs, running toward the car.

‘Dozens of FBI agents are on their way, you don’t want blood on your hands.’

‘You sure, honey? Where was your brave, daring backup when you rolled straight into the dirt?’

I hate it, but she’s not wrong.

‘Please,’ I murmur, ‘take the handcuffs. Back of my waistband.’

She comes up behind me, her steady arms fondling my back, her fingers slipping under my jacket to grab the cuffs. It’s quick, but it’s enough to burn me.

I point the gun forward, aim steady, eyes locked on him. Luckily, he’s trapped inside his car, and there’s no way to escape. Crimson Daughters are standing guard with their bats raised. Agatha cuffs him.

God, how I hate this part, but I must oblige.

‘You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney. Anything you say can be used against you…’

Finally, my phone rings. Where the hell they’ve been?

Where the hell you’ve been?

We lost you in a dead zone

Arresting suspect near Monroe. Call backup

You said you could handle it alone

Fuck you, Lilia

Do you want an extra blanket?

…

Rio?

What?

Thank you

Don’t thank me. I didn’t…do it alone

***

‘So, your folks gonna give us a medal, or am I just out there chillin’ my ass off?’ Agatha approaches me, squinting her eyes like a snake whisperer.

‘You risked your life for a medal?’

‘You got anything better to offer?’ she rattles in a deep, teasing voice, the same smirk that drives me crazy.

‘Good Lord have mercy,’ Jen groans when she passes us. ‘Get a room already!’

I’m blushing like a schoolgirl, caught kissing for the first time.

‘Thank you. All of you. I don’t know what else to say,’ I mutter.

‘Don’t say nothin’, girl. You did good,’ Jen says, giving me a look that’s almost proud. ‘Maybe the world ain’t doomed after all. Not sayin’ I’m gonna trust the law, though.’

‘I know,’ I nod, then slip the bandana from around my neck and hand it to her. ‘And thanks…for that.’

‘Hmm, too clean for the battlefield,’ she grins, smelling it from both sides.

‘Don’t lose that girl, Agatha. She smells nice.’

Jen walks away from us to give her statement, the others follow, and it’s just us again. Well, sort of—red-and-blue flashlights and police radios crackling in the background.

‘If this is what a regular date with you looks like…’

I laugh, sincerely. It's been a while since someone disarmed me so easily. Or maybe it's just the shock.

‘You know, I can be boring,’ I say, trying my best not to crack.

‘No, you can’t,’ she says. Sharp gaze, her mouth half-parted, those tempting chapped lips. ‘Ridin’ into the rain all alone on your baby bike? Sounds insane. I like it.’

‘Thought you never wanted to see me again.’

‘I didn’t.’

‘What changed your mind?’

She steps closer.

‘Thought about that little gun of yours pointed at someone else’s pussy.’

‘And?’

‘I didn’t like it.’

I swallow. The whole forensics team is here, detectives, EMTs…fuck the protocol.

In a blink, I’m on her lips, kissing her like it’s life or death kiss. Like that kiss has been saving me all night, and she doesn’t even know it.

‘Professional…’ she whispers, as we part from a kiss, grinning.

‘Don’t spoil the moment.’

‘One more kiss and I’m insistin’ on a second date right after this one.’ She leans in and brushes her nose against mine.

‘Don’t leave me again, Rio,’ she breathes in my ear, and I shiver under the warmth of it. ‘God knows what trouble you’ll get us into next time.’

‘I won’t.’ She hugs me, tight, secure, protective. I’ve never been hugged like that before.

‘Agent Vidal!’

‘What, Billie,’ I frown, pulled back into the chaos of the scene.

‘The killer…the suspect,’ he clears his throat. ‘He wants to talk to you.’

I approach the cruiser, ready to head to the precinct. The window slides down, revealing his stubbly, too-calm face.

‘I’m not the only one,’ he says, smiling ominously.

‘What do you mean?’

‘I’m not the only one,’ he repeats, ‘cleansing the world of depravity.’

‘What do you—’

The car pulls away, leaving me standing there—numb, still, butterflies warring in my stomach.

Hell no. It can’t be.

‘What’s wrong?’ SSA Calderu strolls up beside me.

‘I think… I think—’ My voice trembles. Breathe in. Breathe out.

‘Talk to me, Rio.’

Lilia looks up at me, but her eyes already say it all. She’s been there before—too many times. She can divine the truth without a word. She knows.

‘This is just the beginning. There’re more.’ ***

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