Amanda enjoyed walking around town, gathering stares and pick up attempts. She had never had much in the way of attention from guys but now she felt like she was the only woman on the street from the way heads turned to focus on her. It wasn't just guys either, one tall and attractive redhead met her eyes and gave Amanda a meaningful wink as she approached.

"Hey there," the red head said by way of introduction. "You look like you're looking for something, maybe you've just found it."

Amanda arched her eyebrow, not sure how to respond to the obvious come on.

"Sierra," the woman said offering her hand.

"Marsha," Amanda said. After a momentary hesitation she took the womans hand. She had a firm grip.

Sierra openly appraised Amandas body, her eyes lingering on her arms. In reflex Amanda did the same. Sierra was tall, almost as tall as Amanda, and dressed completely in black leather. She was wearing a shapless motorcycle jacket open over a skin tight vest with a revealing cut. Amanda noted that they were standing out in front of a biker bar. Sierra noticed Amandas attention drifting away from her. "You must be here for the arm wrestling contest huh?"

Amandas eyes flickered across the bar window to a large poster proclaiming, 'Arm wrestling contest. CASH PRIZE! Open to all.' "Yea, definitely. I was just heading in to sign up."

"Well, I guess that makes us competitors then, good luck."

Amanda turned her attention back to Sierra to appraise her again, this time trying to determine what kind of competition Sierra would offer. The bulky leather jacket made estimating her physique difficult. "Yea, good luck to you to."

Sierra smiled, "I'm sure it will be a pleasure wrestling with you, arm wrestling or otherwise."

Amanda wasn't sure how to react, the cold self confidence she had felt earlier as "Marsha" faltered for a moment.