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'You're bluffing,' Quix said looking very unsure. 'Bullshit,' he added fanning conviction.

Knowing she had him Max intensified her gaze, 'your goons screwed up I give you twenty minutes at best with no cell signal down here.'

'I'll take you hostage,' he said getting up, 'ransom yo-'

'And I'll kick your ass and hang you up by those pointless rings,' Max threatened simply, 'do you not get how a sting works; tell me you're not that dumb?'

Quix was now on his feet, fretting and trying to think up his next move. Stupidly he pulled out his gun ready to point it at her, but he barely reacted before he was disarmed and whacked in the face with his weapons butt. Quix was down on one knee, lip bleeding...

'Fucking bitch,' he quipped.

'So here's how it'll go down, you gonna put your goddamn pants on, gimme some clothes, then we gonna walk outta here. You gonna make up a story and we gonna leave...'

'Maybe then just your boys take the fall.'

'I'm a lot of things luv, most of them nasty, but one thing I'm not, is disloyal. I aint betraying my lads for no one...''So you and your plan can go fuck off!,' Quix spat.

Great, Max thought, just her luck; out of all the Steelhead's she gets the one who won't give up his crew, she almost admired his brass. But as for right now, she had taken two very fast steps backward.

'Fifteen minutes,' she said quickly, pushing the advantage she had over him, 'I'm chilled, I got friends coming, you're not that lucky. And about the clothes,' she reminded him.

Quix looked at her with the utmost contempt, how could this 5ft-nothing little bitch strong-arm him, leader of a ruthless gang like this? Never the less. He rummaged through his clothing, pulling out some tacky jeans and a vest, then he looked at Max's hot naked body again...

'Any chance of you giv'n us a taste darl'n?' he tried.

Max smirked at his typical male mentality, finding it somewhat amusing, 'well I guess we got some time.'

She almost laughed out loud at the look of lust on his face, 'you seriously think I'm gonna have sex with you?' she mocked.

'O come on,' Quix persisted, 'just come here and give me a sample, ya know, take me willy and let me slide it in your lovely little peach just for a second.'

Quix chuckled at his own joke, then abruptly fell silent as Max stepped up to him without a word and firmly gripped his cock, stroked it, and pushed him into the tattered office chair behind him before she straddled him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, Max swore as she lovingly rubbed his cock against the damp folds of her vagina. Have to stop myself, she uselessly begged and pleaded mentally, but to no avail.

She grit her teeth and snapped her eyes closed when his hard dick pushed through her labia and eased into her slippery canal, her tight pussy gripping around his girth and enveloping his penis inch by inch.

'Holly mother fucking bloody Norra,' Quix hissed. That warm moist cunt was incredible, yet he was still struggling to comprehend why she was doing this- it wasn't like she was just doing as she were told...

Max pressed her waist down slowly feeding him into her pussy all the way to the hilt, then she squeezed him inside herself before thrusting up and down, smearing his length with her mess. She bent over him, bum spreading, giving any passer-by a wonderful view of his pierced cock stuffed halfway up her sex as well as a nice long look at her puckered little anus.

From that position she began to slowly drive and role her hips into his lap, taking his cock in and out of her sticky cunt, all the while squeezing him with her vaginal muscles. Quix gripped her ass tightly and shut his eyes, already breathing heavily, his cock leaking semenal fluid inside her. Feeling him throb, Max sat up, placed her hands on his abdomen, engulfed his entire cock snugly inside her pussy, and moved her waist in small circles.

'Ffffuck,' Quix groaned, holding her waist, pleasure pouring out of him, he clenched his teeth as Max continued the tortuous arousing movements.

Then, all of a sudden, as erratically as the whole thing started, it stopped; Max slid off his lap, his slick cock bobbing onto his stomach as it slid out of her pussy.

A bit red-faced, Max sighed in relief to be in control of her body once more, 'sample's over,' she said simply.

Quix gawked at her, dick as hard as ever, only now glistening, slick with Max's cunt syrup; blue balls already threatening...

'Y.. Y. Ya can't just le,me like this,' he gasped.

'Not my problem,' Max snapped, already slipping on the jean, and pulling on the vest. She looked down and something caught her eye, something she had missed when she gave the place a once over on entering; it couldn't be...