Get her cleaned up and into bed, gentleman that he is…

The worried look on his was lasted only a brief moment, a sly grin replacing it as he waved at the man behind the wheel signaling for him to come have a look with a sideway nod of the head.

“Jeez, never saw after that hottie last night,” the driver grunts as he gets of the car, sounding as if he was still in the process of properly waking, “… you’ve been here all night?” he continues, “We’ve got a damn job to do!” he growls, disgruntled by the prospect of likely having to do the lion-share with a partner not having gotten the least bit of sleep.

“Yeah yeah,” the man replies, “You’ve gotta come check this out, Doug!”

“Come on Tom, the old man wanted this done early!” the driver, Doug replies as he closes the short distance down the alley, his eyes widening, wide awake in an instant, as he sees the naked mess at the feet of his friend. “Holy s-“ he starts, mouth wide open as he flicks his eyes from the naked girl, to his friend and back again – her body covered in cum and dirt, on her back, one leg spread to one side, opening her up for his eyes, her head turned to one side, chest slowly heaving as she breaths softly, completely out it by the looks of it.

“I know man,” the man, Tom, replies with a laugh, “This girl, I’m telling you!”

“So you stumbled into some gangbang of a cheap whore and got the sloppy tens after that sexy little thing dumped you last night?” Doug returns his laugh, “What happened to that foxy little thing when you left?”

“You’re looking at her man!” Tom replies, a wide smile of accomplishment on his face.

“Wha-” Doug scuffs, head turning back and forth as he looks from the mess on the ground and back to his friend a couple more time, “Nah, I’m not buying that shit!”

“She may have looked like an angel, but… whew, once I got her going!” he chuckles with a whistle tossing the sector pass he was holding towards his friend, “- teasing little slut, too! Had to show her just what she needed!”

“Shit…” Doug mumbles as he looks at the self-assured girl on the picture and compares it to the girl on the ground. He, like all of the guys, had barely believed it when the hottest thing in the bar – hell, likely in all of Seattle! – had headed out back with their friend, but seeing her now, there where some resemblance he started to see, splayed out like that, he could hardly decide which leg to stand on!

“Now…” Tom starts, “we can’t just let the girl stay here? Her wardrobe seems to have shrinked throughout the night!” he chuckles as he pulls the last remaining piece of her clothes out of his pocket an swirls the black fabric around on a finger.

“So, what were you thinking?” Doug asks, staggered at what he sees and hears.

Tom looks back at him with smile, “You remember a certain little goth sex-tornado?” he asks.

“No,” Doug replies, a look of slight trepidation on his face, “… not this early in the fucking morning!” he groans, knowing full well the dominant nymph in question.

Tom chuckles as he pockets the panties once more and kneels down, scooping Max up into his arms, “Her place is almost on the way to the job – and she’ll love this one!” he announces as he carries the cum covered girl to the van.

Putting Max in the back of the rundown van they were soon off, Tom in the passenger seat as he retold his night, how hot this girl had been – just a touch and she gave in to every thing thrown her way – the 345 dollars in his pocket – he had to repeat that part of the story more than once, before finally showing the wad to Doug. After laughing everything off, Tom asked if all was set for their task for the day, seeing that they wouldn’t get started right from the morning as previously planned, and Doug say all was good as he pulled up outside the apartment complex.

“Alright, coming!” was heard from behind the door, “Cool it, I’ve heard!” the soft voice yells, coming closer to the door and then a pause as she checks who’s there through the peephole, a muttering heard as the locks are turned.

“Come on, we’ve got a little something for you,” Tom chuckles, “- just your kind of thing, I figured!”

“You fucking guys,” the young, busty, pale girl hiss under her breath as she rips the door open, a towel, just wide enough to cover her, tied tight around her, big soft breast pushed together, “You know what time it is?” she asks, her hair and skin wet from her morning shower.

“What? Off to work little honey?” Tom snorts as he pushes past her, “Done with the bathroom? Doesn’t look like it, but your new playmate here cleans up really nice!” he says, wide grin on his face as the girl looks at Max getting dragged into her apartment and into the bathroom.

“Morning Gina,” Doug says as he closes the door behind him, seeing her without her war-paint for the first time, usually a layer of goth make-op covered the rich heiress’ face.

“Hey Dougie…” she sighs as she heads towards the kitchen, Doug following her, “- so, what’s the deal?”

In the bathroom Tom sat the Max down in the tub, her body completely limp, eyes closed behind the drying pools of cum covering her entire face, and as he grabs the showerhead and turns the tab, she doesn’t wake, only groans some as he hoses her down and scrubs her entire body clean, removing all visible traces of the long night from her body.

She couldn’t pin-point the moment it happened, but at one point during the endless row of hard, throbbing cocks passing by her lips or entering her body, everything went from the blur of the constant pleasure overloading her heat stricken body to something else – drifting into some other state of consciousness.

Usually – if not being able to get Original Cindy to put her solitary confinement in the apartment – once the most pressing needs that the heat brought along was satisfied, Max would discard of the guy she’d used for the purpose. But as there had been no letting up, the heat had sort of exploded within her and taken over!

Hard flesh pounding into her, over and over again, her body arched, writing in pleasure as she felt as if floating, her every muscle tense but still somehow feeling incredible relaxed, trapped in this state but feeling as free as she’d ever felt. As some stage during all of this – minutes, hours, Max couldn’t tell – it was as if the animalistic chase for release, satisfying the desire ignited by her heat and that of the men using her to get off, turned to something she hadn’t experienced when that time of the feline cycle came around: the hard, almost brutal fucking turning into what could almost be described as tender love-making.

Soft delicate touches along her arm and down her chest, fingers trailing along the top of her breast, making her body tingle, squirm and moan softly. Rubbing her legs together she feels the soft sheets wrapped around her, the warm hand grasping onto her round orbs through the thin fabric of the sheets, pinching lightly at her hard nipples, her chest pushing off the bed and into the palm.

Her eyes shooting open, Max finds herself staring into the face of a pretty girl, mid-twenties and pretty – but for that arrogant look on her face and those eyes burning for desire, staring at Max hungrily.

“I was beginning to think you’d never come to!” the girl says, running her soft hand across Max’s forehead, pushing a strand of hair to the side, “- but, from what I hear you did have some serious fun last night! You needed to rest up?” she asks, chuckling.

(The character Gina is introduced by sammycolt in another branch of this story, so credit to him)