Biker's Brat

Fantasies, Jessa. That's all these visions of yours are. You know you're too afraid to do anything with these men. That's what Alex told you, and it's true. But, I know that I'm sexy and cute. I'm the girl next door with the surprisingly ripe body, the best of both worlds. So screw him. Right? I shouldn't let him convince me of what I am and am not capable of doing. Particularly when I'm clothed in a seductive outfit that's as hot as the one I have on right now.
It's a simple halter top and a short skirt. But, it hugs my curvy yet toned frame in all of the right ways. However, if I'm really as hot as I think that I am, then it begs the question of why I'm utterly invisible to all the men in this place. The door to the street swings open, and a man walks into the bar. He's clearly a biker. Even someone as sheltered as I am can tell that by his attire. He is tall, exceptionally muscular, without a trace of fat anywhere on his beautiful, lean body.
And he's blonde. Dirty blonde and, unlike the other guys in this place, he has no beard. Oh, and he's like ridiculously good looking.