Cherry Bomb: Caught in the Act (Part II)

The city lights were nothing but a blur of neon as Cherry pushed her bike to the limit. Each vibration from the engine amplified her secret thrill, making her breath hitch and her grip on the handlebars tighten. She was lost in the symphony of the road, her body reacting to every bump with a delicious tremor she couldn't—and didn't want to—control. She felt untouchable, a rebel queen on a throne of chrome and leather. But as she reached the peak of her private joyride, a new sound pierced through the roar of her engine. Whoop-whoop. The sudden flash of red and blue in her mirrors shattered the trance. Her heart, already racing from pleasure, skipped a beat from pure panic. As she pulled over to the curb, her legs still trembling from the toy's rhythm, two officers approached. The 'playful glint' in her eyes was replaced by a flush of heat—part exertion, part sheer embarrassment. The officers are asking for her license, but Cherry is distracted by the lingering heat between her legs and the knowledge of exactly what’s hidden in her seat. She’s been 'busted,' but as she looks back at the officers with a shy, flustered grin, you have to wonder... is she really sorry, or is this just the beginning of a brand new game? Officer Warmice steps forward, his shadow looming over her bike as he taps his notepad. "Step off the vehicle, miss," he says coldly. "You'll have to come with us to the station—you're under arrest for public indecency and exhibitionism."