A Nice Ride
#24 of Confessions of a Gay Porn Star
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The sun was already setting, and they'd put up some colored lanterns to give the place a more cheerful air, when furs were starting to disperse.
Felt pretty natural to walk the snow leopard over to the parking lot on the other side of the beach road. We'd been talking on and off through the night, after all, and since he muttered something about needing to be in the office in the morning (he did some kind of a computer job, but who didn't these days, lol), and I knew I had a shift, too, so why not? Could be the polite gentlelion and show a gentleman some manners.
We weaved past a few cars, and as he took out some keys from his pocket, I had to do a double take.
"No way!" I yelped.
The mild-mannered, shall we even say, geeky snow leopard, had stopped in front of a shiny blue motorbike standing on a parking spot between a small hatchback and an SUV that threatned to spill into...hmm..Kurt's...slot as well.
He gave me a look and shrugged.
"Don't really need a car, and I only need to recharge once a week for my usual commute and other stuff," he swiveled the retro-looking key around in his fingers.
I scratched an ear. The shiny ride looked so much nicer than my old Ford, which probably still used Lithium batteries or something similarly ancient.
"Must be one of those jelly core cells, yeah?" I mused.
He lifted his brow.
"You know about bikes?" the snow leopard sounded curious.
"I know what the commercials tell me about converting to even greener technology," I chuckled, almost sheepish, lol, at being so quickly busted in the eyes of the easy-going cat.
"Heheh."
"Hah, lol."
It was starting to feel like we were gonna get stuck in a conversational loop. My tail weaved itself through the air behind me.
"Well I better find my car, maybe, " I said, "got a bit of a drive back home."
"You live far away?" he asked me as he straddled his bike like a stud, despite his humble frame.
Purrrrrrrrr.
"Naaah, just...you know...traffic...lol..." I mumbled.
"Lol alright," he replied, key in the ignition, as he was putting on his helmet.
Damn, he was going to go...
"Really nice talking to you!" I said.
His head tilted, he looked back at me through the lightweight visor of the helmet that comfortably and snuggly protected his head.
"You too!"
The bike let out a gentle hum as he turned on the engine and grabbed the handlebars. Lights came up on the front and the back.
Bzzzzzzzzz...
Well, that's one thing this new green technology did for us. It made manly ways of personal conveyance sound all too pussy-like. Didn't they used to call those really stupid scooters hair dryers?
He wasn't driving slowly, either, I saw, that thick, long, mottled tail swinging behind him as he swerved into the road.