Mafia Desire (Erotica)

He smiled and nodded to her as she left then went through the rest of the paper. When she returned Kyle caught Fiona watching him pensively. He turned to her and she glanced away.

“No. If you have something to say I don’t want you feeling that you can’t. Be honest.”

She looked back with a slightly pained expression. “I have no right to ask this.”

He smiled. “You don’t want me to have sex with Marion.”

She relaxed a little then the pained look came back twofold. “Am I that transparent?”

He shook his head. “No, I get it. She’s a competitive person who also happens to be a man eater. She wants what you have. I don’t have to have sex with anyone. Like I said, I’m not hiring myself out as a stud service. I’m not going to be mean to her but I’m ok with saying she can’t have me until you say it’s ok. That might make her a little upset, especially if Gloria proves to be indiscreet.”

Fiona smiled to herself as she thought of how Marion would take being told she had to get permission. Her smile grew into a grin. “Actually, that would be perfect.”

“Ok, it’s settled. Let’s go get you that helmet.”

They looked up the address for a local motorcycle shop then Kyle had to endure another white knuckle trip back down into the valley. Soon enough they were parking outside a large, single story building with the company banner bolted to the wall above the door. Kyle shrugged and they went inside. He took them directly over to the racks of helmets.

Fiona saw which ones he was looking at and saw some smaller helmets on a nearby rack. “Couldn’t I get one that didn’t completely swallow my head?”

“Do you know what a flying beetle feels like when it hits your face at 60 miles per hour? Not to mention what happens to your skin when it’s blasted with that high speed wind for hour after hour.”

She raised her hands in defeat. “Say no more.” She looked back at the rack and saw a white helmet with a silver tribal tattoo design on it. “I like this one,” she purred.

“It’s a good one too. Excellent ventilation and protection. It looks like it might fit. Try it on,” he suggested. He showed her how to put it on and saw a salesman approaching with a practiced smile. Kyle shook his head at the man as the helmet went over Fiona’s eyes. He got a nod from the man who changed direction.

Kyle turned his attention back to Fiona and checked the fit.

“It feels snug!” she said, her voice muted from inside.

“Any discomfort? Anything poking or squeezing your head in a bad or uncomfortable way? Any gaps?” he asked.

“No.”

He pressed on the chin of the helmet as she looked at him in surprise. “Is your face or nose pressing against the inside of the helmet?”

“Oh! No.”

“It seems like a good fit. Do you like it?”

She blinked at him as she realized they were done. She nodded her head. She lifted the helmet up and off and looked at him with a pout. “Our shopping is done?”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Oh no, if you want to ride with me all the way to Las Vegas, we still have to get you into some leather,” he said with a smile.

Her pout turned into a wicked grin. “I like the sound of that!”

They checked out the offerings in the shop but quickly discovered with Fiona’s overly generous chest finding a jacket that fit was going to be a challenge. Seeing this, Kyle did some research on his cell and discovered their best bet was a shop in LA.

“We can do that! Make a day trip of it!” Fiona grinned.

The drive was pleasant enough as they didn’t encounter any outrageous delays and soon they were pulling up to the shop Kyle had sourced. They were still on the northern edge of Los Angeles but Kyle was already amazed by the size of the city.

“LA’s a big place then,” he remarked to Fiona who grinned.

“Uh, yeah. It’s big,” she said, giving him a playful roll of her eyes.

Then she fastened her eyes on the storefront and looked back at Kyle with a questioning look. “A fetish shop?”

“They’re a custom leather apparel shop. According to the customer comments they cater to ladies with… generous bosoms,” he responded a little defensively. “We need something that will fit but also has room inside for layers as it can get cold riding a motorcycle.”

They made their way to the large iron clad doors. Kyle opened and held the door for Fiona and followed her inside. The lighting inside was far more subdued than the bright summer sunlight outside so it took a moment for their eyes to adjust. Once they did they looked around in wonder at the sheer variety of clothing made of leather. Ranging from the soft suede woman’s business jacket to bondage restraints.

“Oh my! This is a little daunting,” Fiona said nervously.

Kyle gave her a reassuring smile and gestured towards a rack of leather jackets.

An older man with close cropped greying hair and a trim tailored suit approached them with a professional smile. “May I offer assistance?”

Before Fiona could refuse Kyle nodded and spoke for them. “Yes, thank you. We’re looking for a leather jacket for her that would be suitable for wearing on a motorcycle. It needs to fit her proportions well and have room for layers underneath in case of cooler weather.”

The man gave Fiona an appraising look then nodded. “Certainly. Follow me please.”

They walked further into the shop and noticed the further back they went the more fetish oriented the products hanging in the racks became. The man seemed to notice Fiona’s unease.

“We keep the sports outerwear back here as well,” he said with a gentle smile.

They stopped before a display of jackets and the salesman ran his fingers along until he plucked one from the selection.

It was black with numerous buckles and straps around the sides and back. Kyle immediately saw the purpose of the straps and smiled at the salesman.

“The lady’s upper proportions are generous so a jacket to fit both top and waist will be a challenge. This jacket is adjustable and still offers excellent protection. In typical use I would recommend a smaller size but this one will allow for under layers yet still look fashionable.”

He took the jacket from the hanger and handed it to Kyle who moved behind Fiona to help her put it on.

With a nervous smile she let him slip it on her arms.