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Seeing the Black Bull pub, the designated finishing post, appearing rapidly in the distance Julie allowed herself the luxury of glancing back under her arm to see where the other rider was. Seeing a speck behind her she laughed into her helmet and dipping the clutch, grabbed a big handful of throttle causing the large bike to rise onto its back wheel. Keeping it there until she Hardcore knew the bikers outside the pub had seen her wheelie she dropped the front back down before turning into the pub car park, where she deliberately dabbed the rear bike causing the bike to snake its way to a halt. Stepping off the bike Julie removed her helmet and holding it in one hand, fluffed out her long wavy brown hair with the other. She was still smiling broadly and walking into the pub when the other rider pulled to a halt, to the shouts of derision and humour from the gathered crowd. Pausing at the door Julie turned and to blow a kiss to the crestfallen guy and shouted gaily, "Old and slow Stevie baby, you owe me a drink and twenty quid." Julie walked into the pub and after getting a bottle of coke she unzipped her black leather jacket and turned to survey the pub. She stood against the bar with one elbow resting on it, causing her breasts to strain against the tight tee shirt barely covering them. The cold combined with the adrenalin rush had caused her nipples to harden and were nearly poking through the material. Most of the guys just waved or nodded at Julie, having known her for nearly a year now, they knew she was strictly off limits. Julie was reliving each corner in her mind when she heard a voice beside her say in a loud voice, "nice tits darling mind if I cop a feel," and a large hairy paw reached towards her chest. The guy yelped with pain as Julie's right hand snaked out and caught the man's fingers and bent his wrist savagely the wrong way whilst twisting his arm so the elbow was also bending the wrong way against the joint. Julie pushed her other hand into the man's trousers and gripped his testicles tightly, and with her nails digging in to his tender parts, she smiled sweetly as she enquired, "have you ever learnt to read?" The man despite the excruciating pain shooting through his body nodded weakly and started to read the writing on Julie's tee shirt. Written like an extract from a dictionary it said -- Eng Lang bitch: a female dog, fox or wolf, and underneath written slightly smaller was -- the real meaning: you don't interest me and you can't afford me so don't mess with me and don't touch me or you may just find out what this BITCH can do. 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