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Clicking the switch, watching the lights make the place come to life.

My eyes come to find ol' Gertrude. I let out a low whistle as I gaze upon her and all her beauty.

My Harley Davidson Road King.

My baby.

Walking towards her with my hand extended out, I run it along her cool-to-the-touch body. Black on black in color with hints of copper tone outlining her.

She’s perfect in every way.

I can’t forget the most important element of my outfit. Above my workbench is normally where I stash my helmet. Grabbing it off the rack I slip it on. There’s enough gel in my hair that I don’t have to worry about it when putting a helmet on because safety first.

Gertrude beckons me.

Calling to me like the beautiful bitch she is, I go back and meet her.

Running my hand across her body again, because she demands to be felt up, I’m rewarded with a burst of electricity shooting from my fingertips. That feeling blossoms inside my chest and makes me feel more alive whenever I know we’re about to ride.

Swinging my leg over her frame, positing myself on her seat, I get ready to take off. “Gertrude, you ready to ride with me?” I ask, sliding the key into the ignition and powering her to life.

Her answer… She purrs just for me.

“Let’s go girl.” I say, revving her up, giving her some much needed gas. Clicking the button on her dash, I watch as my garage door slides up.

Easing her out with the grace she deserves, we sail out of the garage at a slow pace. Winding down the drive, I hit the gas as my tires screech against the pavement, propelling us into the night.

Chapter Seven

Ivy

Glancing at myself in the mirror, I still can’t believe she is me, and we are the same person.

“Well say something, chérie.” Cam says, watching me stand in the mirror looking dumbfounded.

“What can I say? I’m speechless.” I really am, and that doesn’t happen too often.

Gone are my puffy, cried-out eyes from days of crying. In their place… A shimmering, shiny, golden goddess.

I’ve worn eye make-up before but never to this magnitude. In no way shape or form am I any good at putting anything on my face other than eyeliner. To see the wings added to the edge of my eyes is extravagant and makes me look different but in a good way. What they’ve done for me is give me cat eyes rather than raccoon eyes.

Pink blush dusted across my cheeks with a hint of gold bronze underneath to highlight my blue eyes. My dark skin never shined so bright, and it makes me feel more beautiful than I’ve ever felt.

Stepping back so I can really see my outfit, I do a little twirl. “God, she’s acting like a princess.” Cam says regrettably, and I can practically feel him rolling his eyes at me.

“Iama princess and should be treated as such.” I say, ignoring him because I really do look like a princess. “Are you sure this outfit isn’t too much?” I ask, unsure where we’re going. Jake used to pick out my clothes for me.

I didn’t see that as a problem before, but now, I realize how controlling he was.

Thankfully, Cam has a great sense of taste when it comes to dressing me. While Jake and I dated, Cam would save me from some of his most heinous outfits by accentuating them with accessories or some form of jacket.

Cam always saves the day.

As I look in the mirror, admiring Cam’s handy work, I drink in my appearance. A gold, sequin halter top hugs my full breasts in all the right places, hanging loosely around my belly. The choker fits snugly around my neck like a hand necklace. A long, white skirt grips my hips, flowing down my sides, revealing panties underneath with each sway of my body. I’ve never worn a skort before, and I can see how I’ve definitely been missing out. Gold heels to match my top are the final touch. Instead of wearing my hair straight like I always do, I styled it in a large afro with a gold headband, giving very seventies vibes.

Over the top for some, but I love it.

“It’s perfect. I have an elegant spot picked out for us. So, if you’re quite done fawning over yourself, let’s high tail it to the car.” He says, giving my ass a little smack.

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