A few days later...

Max still sat in the tub the warm stream of water cascading over her sensitive flesh, her body still trembling from the orgasm she had just had. Whatever Peter Simmons had planned she couldn’t let it control her life, she would have to get back to her life. Having to live a double life is something that was a necessity for her. With that she **** herself to get up, scrub her body down and get out of the shower.

For the next couple of days things were pretty normal for Max, Simmons hadn’t once tried to contact her; no visits at home or at work. She still had the VIP sector pass he had given her but refused to use it, reasoning that if she did she would have resigned to the fate of being his personal whore.

It was about 2pm on a Tuesday afternoon and Max was riding her bicycle through Terminal City, she hated coming down here, but no one else at Jam Pony would do deliveries here, and she had got Normal to pay extra if she did it.

She paddled down the street and as she took a turn she saw a rode block up ahead. Max squeezed her breaks bringing her bike to a halt before the sector cop. He looked at the hot women on the bike taking in her toned frame.

“Sorry ma’am, routine stop and check, I’ll need to see you sector pass.”

“Sure.”

Max pulled out her normal pass and handed it to the cop who took it and scanned it.

“I’m sorry Ms, this pass is expired, you gonna have to turn around” He said handing the pass back to Max.

“Hey that’s ridiculous, I just had this renewed.”

“Not according to my records, please don’t make this difficult lady” the cop was getting slightly annoyed, he heard these cornball claims before and wasn’t in the mood, this was a shitty assignment and he just wanted his day here to end.

Max sat there, “Fuck” she muttered under her breathe, she was sure she had the pass renewed a day or two ago. After paying Walter the extra cash for helping her out of the police station she could use all the cash she got. Her mind travelled to the inevitable; the VIP pass she had in her pocket, “fuck” she muttered again.

“Ma’am, of you’re through cursing could you”--

...“Wait” Max said interrupting him mid-sentence, “Here” she said after pulling the VIP pass out of her inner-jacket pocket. The sector cop glanced at the pass the back at her, not even scanning it.

“Why didn’t you give this in the first place, Jam Pony messenger right?”

“Yeah” Max confirmed. He scribbled on the clipboard he had then stepped aside, “Have a nice day ma’am.”

She kicked off her bike and rode off leaving the road block behind her.

Fifteen minutes later she stopped her bike in front of an old condemned house. She looked at it curiously wondering why she had to deliver a package her. She shrugged her shoulders declaring to the world that it wasn’t her problem the walked up to the front door wrapping on it loudly.

The door opened and Max swallowed at the sight of Simmons standing there it the doorway.

“Hey Max, been a while.”

“What the fuck are you”...

Max stopped herself as her mind put together what had just happened. Somehow he had seen to it that the road block was set up, he had blocked her sector pass knowing she would have no other option but to use the one he had given her, he had been the one who had ordered the package in the first place.

Max shoved the package into his hand. “That’s yours Max” he said inviting her inside before shutting the door.

While the place looked dilapidated on the outside, inside it was done up for comfortable living, Max turned to Simmons taking the package back, “What is it?”

“Open it.”

Max rolled her eyes. She looked down and ripped the wrapping of the package off then opened the box, inside was a royal blue evening dress that looked like it cost a fortune. “What is this?”

“Like I said, it’s yours.”