Barbie Jo Adventures Part 6

"Harley, come look, and tell me what you think," I yelled.

He came into the living room wearing a pair of jeans and his classic too tight t-shirt. "Fuck! You look dirty babe," as he ogled me sitting astride his motorcycle. Wearing the thigh high boots, leather mini skirt, and my short leather jacket; I must have looked like quite the biker bitch.

"Can I go to Bike Week with you?" I joked.

"You sure can, but only if you look like that," he promised.

Suddenly the front door swung open, "Wow, now that's what I want to see," hooted Dallas.

"Fuck you Dallas! You've got some nerve, after what you did to me last night." I yelled.

"Don't get your panties in a knot. You loved it, and you know you did," he fired back.

"I'm talking about the way you and Allan were going to leave me covered in cum."

"Yeah, that was a bit rude of Allan to do that. I spoke to him about it. I knew Harley was going to take care of you," he said in a more apologetic, soothing voice. "And it looks like he did his usual great job at it. You look sexy on the bike; it will make a good picture for your website."

"That's another thing, I never agreed to having a website where anybody can see me as Barbie Jo; getting fucked."

"This is old news, we discussed your concerns last night, and they've been addressed. Water under the bridge; or in this case, I guess it's cum under the bridge," he smirked, thinking that was supposed to be funny. "Besides, just keep thinking about all the money you'll be making on this adventure."

"Exactly how will I be making money anyway?" I asked. "I'm not doing anything that's illegal."

"There's nothing illegal, it's a legitimate business," he said. "You'll be selling memberships, and other things. You'll have to pay taxes on your income as a matter of fact. As an accountant, you should be able to handle that. Stay right there on the bike, I'm going to get my gear, and we'll take some pictures for your website."