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The door leading towards a gas station toilet busts wide open as a tall lanky man kicks down the door, pants still loose and unbuckled with one arm deep in his underwear and the other leaning by the door frame. Although his skin is grey like stone, his open white tank top reveals fairly toned core muscles and extremely built leg muscles bulges through his unbuckled jeans.
"well that was a nice rage piss to ease the stress" He sighs with relief while he zips up his pants and tightens his belt.
"Now then, what else to do right now" he looks over his antique watch whose age doesn't quite fit the youthful smooth texture his skin possesses.
"Ah shit I got my first job in a few hours." His posture hunches down in panic, head tilting forward
"Oh what the hell, it's in a few hours" His posture slouches back up now, cock facing the world and proceeds to be that way as he walks away from the toilet.
Walking through an empty gas station store, he grabs a a bag of cigarettes' by the counter as well as a few chupachups before placing the exact money on the counter(which has no one), walking to the hinged glass door and opening it up himself.
The blazing sun imprints it's gleam onto the man's vampiric skin, instantly making it glisten from all the sweat that soon wets the pit areas of his tan top (and subsequentially his wakipai as well, pervs) He looks over the barren parking lot walks up to a single steel bike. Although it's an old simple model, a ..... To be exact, it looks as if it was just came out out it's bike mother's womb. Not a speck of rust nor dust on that two wheeler, it's wheels all puffed up and firm, and the sexiest part of it all; the oiled up chains all tighten up to her gears just brimming with pent up tension, ready to change gears.
This is Vesper's ride or die, the love of his life. Not a single souls dares to ride it on her seat other than his thick juicy booty.
(Author's note: why tf am I lewding the hell out of Vesper's bike? Case in point: He really likes his bike alright?)
The young man hopped on his bike and rode off, off to the dry desert highway. He slowly picks up speed before the wind starts brushing against his face. His short yet silver hair flows against the breeze, revealing a single braid flailing through the air. Looking up to see the open blue skies, not a single cloud in sight, Vesper ceased his pedaling and released his hands from the handlebars, letting the wheel's momentum do it's course.
Suddenly, the wheels starts to accelerate..
Vesper nonchalantly leans forward before gripping the bars to stabilize his balance and pedaling as fast as he can, darting down the downward slope like a falcon swooping in it's prey.
Turns out he does have a prey in mind; an old school Cadillac coated in black and pink far ahead of him. The bike returns to level ground to launch off at neck breaking speed, catching up-no-surpassing to the automobile in mere seconds.
"SAYONARA CALLI-CHAN OR WHATEVER" Vesper shouts with a hearty laugh as he continues to dart off to the open horizon
The car window rolls down to reveal pink short-haired girl in her adolescence, donning biker gear matching it's color to the car. She dons a bright golden star on her chest with
"THAT'S MISS CALLI TO YOU, YOU FUCKER!"
"OH PLEASE, I AIN"T FUCKING ANYONE ANYTIME SOON! WIZARD FOR LIFE BABYYYYY!" The biker howls with such vigor from far away.
To live life to the fullest, pissing off the authorities whether literally or figuratively, with not a car in the world except his prized two-wheeled stallion.
That's the life of the young and spunky biker Vesper Noir.