Trio doing something right for a change
by: Iontiger, Ross Sauer and Scrapper BlackDragon
I can imagine that there will come a time when the trio will succeed
by not making Jim angry. They'll be helpful and not screw things up.
No pun intended. In other words they'll eventually succeed in
repairing things such as motorcycles.
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One day, while Jim was asleep on the couch, the skunkette trio
sneaked back into the garage to take one last crack at repairing
Jim's motorcycle. With a book on "Motorcycle Repair and Upgrades" in
hand they set out to surprise Jim by proving to him that they weren't
just a bunch of socially-impaired misfit screw-ups.
Three hours later and with the right tools and equipment the ladies
full of oil and grime stood back to admire their work. Not so much
repair as create new motorcycle.
Jim courtesy of hearing a great deal of noise was forcibly awakened
and wondered what the trio was up to this time. With blood boiling in
his veins, he stormed back into the garage wondering out loud what
the girls were doing to his bike this time around.
The girls fearing Jim was on another one of his warpath rampages
shrink into the right side corner of the garage.
Right before Jim said another word, he just stood and stared in
complete amazement at what the skunk-girls did to his motorcycle.
The motorcycle had a new look thanks to the girls.
The motorcycle was given a 1000horsepower turbo-ignition engine
system, with a top speed of 300mph and it had a boosted range of
800miles.
The seat was now configured to hold four individuals instead of one
and it had a built in 400-Watt speakers with a mp-3, cd player-
radio.
He slowly walked toward the tricked out motorcycle and caressed the
handlebars, took out motorcycle keys from his pocket and put it in
the ignition. Jim then proceeded to sit on the main seat of the Turbo-
cycle and turned the engine from off to on. With a loud roar, the
engine came to life.
As he sat there with the engine revving beneath him, he turned and
looked at the girls and calmly asked Lori what type of fuel does the
Turbo-cycle use. She replied "propane". He looked at her and
said "Propane, my motor cycle now takes propane as a fuel"?
Lori preparing herself for an outburst of biblical proportions
quietly said "yes" and looked down.
Jim-"Ah, how many miles per gallon?"
Lori replied-" I think we rebuilt it to have 100miles per gallon if
you travel at the maximum speed limit".
Jim-"Oh I see."
Jim realizing for the first time what has happened turned off the
engine got off the motorcycle and walked over to the girls and just
looked at them.
He took his right arm and gave Lori a cordial hug. He whispered
into her left ear "Thank-you", Lori looked up in surprise and saw him
smiling. She and the other two ladies smiled back.
Jim then took two steps back and said " Once you girls clean up the
mess in the garage and just as well you get yourselves cleaned up,
I'll give you a ride on my motorcycle".
The girls looked at each other in surprise that they weren't going
to be reprimanded and smiled back at Jim.
Lori, Onyx and Natasha nodded at Jim and proceeded to clean up the
garage with Jim helping.
Four hours later after cleaning up the garage and taking their own
hot showers to cleanse themselves of the dirt and grime, Jim, Lori,
Natasha, and Onyx sat in their pre-assigned seats and with a loud
roar from the Turbo-cycles engine they road off into the late
afternoon light to enjoy a romp on the streets of Florida. With a
loud bang and roar from the engine the newly improved motorcycle sped
out of the garage doing 150 miles per hour. After Jim forced the
turbo-cycle into a 5g turn to the right, and the muffler emitting 3
sonic booms, Onyx sitting in the rear yelled out "Hey Jim, there's
that skateboarder again!" "How'd he climb the lamp-post so fast?"
Jim was oblivious to what Onyx was saying since he was busy getting
a feeling on how his supped up ride responded to the road conditions
as well as loving every minute of it.
He then remembered that the girls had a funny way of having orgasms
when dealing with vibrating objects such as the motorcycle. Lori
unlike Natasha or Onyx was the most vulnerable since she was wearing
a miniskirt, a bikini top and being the one closest to the engine.
Thirty minutes into the ride, Lori started to moan and immediately
put her two hands around Jim's stomach and preceded to hug him
tightly pressing her chest with her rock hard nipples to Jim's back
and she put her muzzle to Jim's right ear.
Jim meanwhile enjoying the thrill of unbelievable speed felt two
hands grabbing hold of his stomach, hearing a loud moan and wetness
coming from Lori. Natasha and Onyx soon followed with their own
orgasms and screams of ecstasy.
All Jim could do was smile and bit his lower lip to refrain from
giggling because the feeling was mutual.
He then gunned the engine to a new speed of 235 mph and drove by a
police cruiser that was parked behind a billboard consisting of two
cops that were by sheer luck snoozing on the job.
One hour and thirty minutes later Jim found himself driving along
side a group of women and at a safe reduced speed. All four noticed
that one of the biker women was wearing a leather jacket that
said "Neo-Fascists Lesbians from Hell." The women bikers didn't know
what to make of the odd foursome either. Onyx being her mischievous
self and with only one inch to spare leaned over to the leather clad
lady and with an evil smile showing her canine teeth yelled out to
the motorcycle gang and in front of that lady, " Bi-SEXUALISM
RULES!"
As a result of Onyx's statement the leather jacket clad lady lost
control of her motorcycle and ended up forcing her motorcycle gang of
50 motorcyclists into a pile of manure and hay that was sitting on
the side of the highway. The manure and hay was a scene of a
previous accident that consisted of a classic Chevrolet vehicle
hitting a manure truck while chasing a flying saucer.
All Jim could do was yell out "OH holy shit!" and gunned the motor
to the maximum top speed of 300 miles per hour with hopes of avoiding
a lynch mob, even though it felt like they were doing Mach 1.
Two hours later with all four yahooing and laughing Jim drove his
Turbo-cycle up the drive way and back into the garage.
After Jim turned off the engine and put down the kickstand all 4got
off the vehicle and Onyx and Natasha walked back into the house.
Lori walked to the garage door and closed it. Lori took a look at Jim
smiled and fast walked to catch up to the other two ladies.
Jim turned around to face the motorcycle. He turned his head left
and right in a gesture of saying no a few times and could only smile
while trying to suppress a laugh. He turned around to face the door
that led into the house and walked out of the garage and closed the
door to the garage.
Jim for the first time was a very happy man.
The next morning when Jim walked to his car to drive to work, he
discovered where all the 'extra parts' for his bike were sourced.
Before his temper could rise, he considered the alternative.
A smile crossed his face as the thought of 'blasting' to work on
his new 'warp-factor-weapon'. He headed to the garage to gear up and
set a new lap-record for getting to work.
---My first attempt at a short story.--- story created by Lance Hughes
a.k.a: Iontiger.
Assisted and Co-authored by Ross Sauer and Scrapper BlackDragon
Their input has been embedded into this third revision. They also
have my permission to expand revise the story to make it funny and
more interesting if needed.
James Hardiman copyrights skunkworks and its characters.
iontiger_at_yahoo.com
Received on Thu May 09 2002 - 03:17:05 CDT