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and youthful. He was also really fucking hot. I composed myself and nodded.
    “Yeah, we've still got a few rooms open,” I replied. I looked down at the papers and keys lined up on the desk. “There are three of them over to the left. Will that be enough?” The men were all staring at me now, taking in my small, girly frame and the ample cleavage spilling from my low-cut tank top. Alright, I'll admit that sometimes I dressed a little skanky. But in my defense, it was hot as hell in this dirty little office in the summer because my boss wouldn't let me turn on the air conditioning.
    “That would be fine, honey” the man replied with a slight smile. “We ain't the picky sort. Why don't you fetch us some extra towels so we can freshen up after a day on the road?” I handed him the three keys and ran to grab some extra towels. Normally, my boss told us not to give people extra of anything, but I found myself really wanting to please this sexy man and his band of tough, motorcycle riding friends. I grabbed a stack of towels from the back area and headed over to the first of the rooms. After a quick knock, the door flew open and there stood one of the younger bikers, completely naked. He was dripping wet from a shower and looked kind of like a cute college frat boy once all the leather and grime was removed. He was muscular, but skinnier than the leader and had a mop of sandy blond hair that fell in his eyes.
    “Thanks doll,” he said with a thick southern drawl and I couldn't help but smile.
    “You're welcome. You guys want the rest of these towels?”
    “Yeah, sure. Come right on in and you can hand them out. Everyone's been dying to get a closer look at you,” he replied with a wink. I blushed, unsure of what to say. But I followed him into the room anyway and looked around at the bikers assembled there. About five of them were in this first room, and every single one of them was staring at me. I could feel them mentally undressing me, but instead of feeling threatened I felt flattered and turned on.
    “Come on in, pretty lady,” one of the guys called from the back. He was a tall, broad shouldered man with dark olive skin and a bright smile.  I couldn't help but walk towards him when he spoke. I awkwardly tried to hand him a towel from the stack, but he reached out and grabbed my waist instead. “I wouldn't mind fucking those plump little tits,” he whispered in my ear. I blushed bright red, unsure of how to react. Normally, I would just slap a man who talked to me like that, but I found myself growing moist at the thought.
    “I should probably go. I need to put towels in the other room,” I said, lowering my face behind a curtain of my blonde hair so they wouldn't see how pink my cheeks had turned.
    “No need for that, honey,” the blonde, frat boyish one replied. “We can just call them in. I know they would like to play too.”  He lowered the towel as he was talking, revealing his huge erection. I gasped and stared at his long cock as it pointed straight out at me. He grinned at me and the other bikers laughed. While I stared, wide eyed and opened mouthed at his hard cock, the rest of the biker gang came to the door and entered the room. They all laughed when they saw frat boy's hard cock and my reaction.
    “Looks like you all got started without us,” the leader said with a laugh. “Now, I can't really blame you with such a tasty morsel like her. But remember the rules. I get first dibs on all the pretty ladies.” The group nodded and frat boy's expression looked a little sheepish. They all parted as the leader walked up to me. “Now what's the matter, dear? You afraid of us? You should be. We are bad. Very bad. But I promise no one here will hurt you. We just wanna have a little fun with you. We want to make you cum more than you've ever cum before. Would you like that?” He reached one rough, calloused hand up to tuck a piece of blonde hair that had fallen across my face behind my ear. I bit