A familiar face

Max cursed. The car that pulled onto her side of the highway was being driven by Sketchy.

"You've got to be kidding me."

Sketchy's head poked out of the car.

"Holy shit," he said, looking her up and down. She had brushed all the cum off but she was still covered in dirt. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he asked.

She approached the back door and gave the handle a tug. Locked.

"Let me in," Max insisted. "Or I'll punch a hole in your door."

Sketchy's attention was her chest. He didn't seem too spooked about the car.

"Well, call me a creeper but... I gotta ask it: you got new tits?"

Max let go of the handle and folded her arms. She was trying to look tough, but she was also a little insecure about this whole... whatever it is. She tried to keep her arms in front of her chest.

"I don't want to talk about it."

Sketchy whistled. Max shuddered. For a moment, she'd braced herself for a savage assault on her clit. That thing was gone now, though.

Unfortunately, she'd traded one slug for another.

"Just let me in the god damn car."

Sketchy gleefully reached for the lock, but stopped himself. His smiled faded, he stole a glance at something in the back, then hesitated.

"What?"

Sketchy looked back out at her, gave her one look over, then looked as though something had dawned on him.

"Yeah," he said, partially to her, partially to himself. "Yeah, get in."

Max didn't know what the fuck was going on, but she wanted to get her bike, get home, and shower as soon as humanly possible. And she didn't want to risk anything by waiting for another car.

So when Sketchy unlocked the doors, she hopped in.

She wasn't alone in the back seat.

There was a man there, slouching so as not to be seen easily from the outside.

"What the fuck are you doing, Sketch?"

Sketchy put the car into drive and locked the doors.

"Who the fuck is this?" asked Max, not enjoying the way the guy was ogling her. When Sketchy did it, it was insufferable, but at least it was toothless.

Strangers, on the other hand, are a wild card.

"I'm the guy he owes fifteen grand to." The man said. "And who are you?"

"That's the woman I'm gonna sell you," Sketchy replied.

Now this was fucked.