Badass - Episode 11

The girls jump out bare, wind ripping across nipples, thighs parting with every gust. They ride the fall the way some ride lovers—fast, loud, no hands unless they want control. At two thousand feet they squeeze the triggers. Guns kick, spent brass tumbles past painted toenails. Thirty feet up on a quarter-pipe, another girl launches her BMX clean off the lip, body arched, cunt brushing chrome, wheels spinning against blue sky. She lands, shocks compress, her ass jolts, and she’s already lining up the next run while the last girl’s spent casings are still glinting in the sun.