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Worn to a shadow
Huge shout-out to Max steel leather boy, wherever you are. Max has made these awesome leather biker suits for dolls, and acts out action-packed sequences with them. The bikers would almost always lose, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but the leather suits were so often going to waste rather than claimed by new and worthier wearers.
Body a day - #16: Shadow
There are many dangers that lurk in the shadows, just out of sight, unnoticed most of the time...
At 19 years old, Jake was just a happy-go-lucky guy, who enjoyed the simple things in life. Particularly his motorcycle, dressing up from head to toe in black leather made him feel sexy and desirable… and granted, it did work, when he walked and drove about dressed like that, he caught attention.
But he had unfortunately also attracted the wrong kind of attention. Jake hadn’t noticed, but he had been followed. Stalked like a prey from the shadows.
Hitman Alexander Mann had noticed the young biker, he knew Jake’s identity would be the perfect cover. He was stealthy and swift, and before Jake even noticed Mann’s approach, he felt the hitman's strong arm around his neck.
Jake gagged, frantically trying to struggle against his unknown assailant. Mann had done this numerous times, he just held on, knowing that it wouldn’t be long before the teenager lost consciousness.
The hitman pulled Jake down as he collapsed on the floor. Still breathing though, after all he wasn’t Mann’s target, just the means to getting to it. Mann began to undress the young man. First pulling off his brand new AlpineStars boots. The kid’s got good taste in gear, he thought to himself. He stripped Jake out of the leather suit, it was still warm and damp on the inside, it reeked of teenager. While he usually had to remain calm and collected, Mann couldn’t help feeling excitement with the prospect of taking this identity. Especially with that sweet leather gear that came with it.
With a final pull, Mann got the motorcycle suit off the young biker. He chuckled, when he saw that Jake was going commando under the suit. The kid’s got guts, he thought. For a moment he admired the slick black leather suit, smooth, shiny and creaky. “Nice suit. Very nice…” Mann muttered to himself as he slipped on the teenager’s leathers.
Mann felt himself getting aroused as he pulled on the suit. “Heh… No offence, but I actually think it looks way better on me, kid,” he whispered gloatingly as he zipped the suit all the way up. The teenager didn't respond. He stepped into Jake’s boots, they were also nicely warm and damp, and they were a perfect fit. He grabbed Jake’s helmet resting on the motorcycle, the masquerading almost complete, with the helmet and the leathers nobody would know he wasn’t Jake until it was too late. “Now I’ll just take those gloves, kid, and I’ll be out of your hair,” Mann whispered, bending down to claim the last of Jake’s possessions.
