The Mysterious Motorcyclist

The mysterious motorcyclist stopped by the Knockout Club, a boxing gym on the outskirts of town.

It turned out she was a woman. This became clear once she removed her helmet and unzipped her leather jacket.

With masculine strides, the woman walked into the gym. A burly man in a singlet greeted her with a nod and raised eyebrows, signaling that she was a familiar face there.

"Hey, Eva? Looks like your boobs have gotten even bigger," said a bald man with a scar crossing his left cheek, leering.

Eva shot him a scornful glance and retorted sharply, "You’re looking uglier, Carl."

Carl, the bald man, grinned as he lifted a ten-kilogram dumbbell with one hand, his biceps and triceps clearly defined.

Ignoring Carl’s show of muscle, Eva continued to the women's locker room. She opened her locker and hung her leather jacket inside. She also took off her black jeans, revealing her long, smooth legs.

Finally, she removed her black t-shirt, her ample boobs jiggling slightly for a couple of seconds