<div class="floatright">(http://iphone.macwallpapers.eu/var/albums/Female-Celebrities/Megan-Fox/Megan%20Fox%20Biker%20Chick.jpg?m=1308284878)</div>Anita Sambini was in her sophomore year. She had discovered early on that the way to survive at university was to pick and choose what activities you chose to take part in. Being very bright helped enormously. She was always able to get her assignments in on time, even when she hardly ever attended the lectures.<br/><br/>Being a bully helped too, of course. She would march up to someone in one of her classes and, peering down at them from her 6'1" plus three inch heels, would demand that they hand over the assignments for that day. She would then spend one day a week working on all of them and would turn them in on time or even early. Her lecturers were always amazed that she got such high marks in spite of never attending the class.<br/><br/>One of her cardinal rules was that she never, ever, cribbed someone else's work, though, and so although they tried, her tutors could never actually call her for cheating.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.tattoos.renatalemos.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/A-Guide-To-Snake-Tattoo-Designs-6.jpg)</div>Anita spent most of her time riding at the head of an all-girl biker gang called "The Vipers". She had joined them in her freshman year, endured the initiation rites, including having sex with all the current members and being given a tattoo on her back to mark her as a gang member. She insisted on choosing the tattoo herself and when the then leader of the gang told her "no", she simply beat the crap out of the woman, and said to the tattooist, "I'll have that one, she's paying!"<br/><br/>It didn't take long before Anita was at the head of the gang. And this particular night, she led them on a run out of the city to a dry river bed she had found the week before when she had gone off on her own, to complete an assignment for her practical photography class.<br/><br/>"Okay... Jeannie, you're first up." Jeannie was her chief lieutenant in the gang, her some-time lover and her best friend<br/><br/>"YO VIPERS!" Jeannie gunned her machine across the flat, open plane, throwing up a cloud of dirt, the red tail light dwindling, then brightening as the woman braked. The engin idled briefly and the bike swung around, the main beam headlight dazzling the onlookers. The engine roared and the bike sped towards them.<br/><br/>The dry gulch was only a few feet wide and was actually lower on the other side, making it an easy jump. Jeannie took it with ease. As did the remaining gang members. All that were left were the two new prospects.<br/><br/>This was make or break for them. They had already endured the humiliation of being tethered, naked, to the university campus flagpole, had drunk so much whiskey that they puked their guts up, and been spanked until they couldn't sit down. This jump was to prove their skill on a bike, and was a new test that Anita herself had initiated. After this, there remained only the orgy and the tattoo.<br/><br/>The first kid shrugged and rode off the way the others had, turned her bike and raced back. she, too, made the jump look easy. The last girl was nervous though. Her behind was still sore and she'd never jumped a bike before. Anita patted the girl on her head - helmets were forbidden by the gang's rules - and the kid rode off. She turned and rode back, no where near fast enough. She realised it at the last moment and braked to a sliding halt, inches from the edge.<br/><br/>"Shit". She swore.<br/><br/>Everyone else in the gang was laughing and jeering at her, except the other newcomer who was trying to shout encouragement.<br/><br/>Anita shrugged, started her own machine and rode in a wide loop, picking up speed as she did. She made the jump with ease, sliding to a stop on the far side. "Well, come on if you're coming?" she yelled to the newbie.<br/><br/>The girl got a determined expression on her face, as she rode away into the darkness. A few moments later her bike could be heard approaching again, but even then, Anita could tell it still wasn't fast enough. At the last moment, the girl realised again and braked, but this time she was a little too late. She dropped the bike and grabbed at the dirt, sliding to the very brink of the gully, even as her bike plunged over, to drop twenty feet to the dry river bed below.<br/><br/>"Oh well, too bad". Anita smirked. She mounted her machine again and led the gang back into town, leaving the failure to make her own way back on foot.