Helmet on, heart racing, Angela White grips the wheel, bites her lip, and strokes the gearshift like she owns the power throbbing beneath her. She steps out in slow motion, peels off the helmet, and presses her curves against the car, teasing Mick Blue with every slow drag of her fingers. Legs spread on the hood, she lets him watch, ache, and finally take her hard and raw against the machine.