He wakes Max up.

Amazing, just fucking amazing. Sketchy was on cloud nine, his adrenaline through the roof. A part of him still couldn't wrap his head around what had just occurred. It was like a living dream. Not only had he got to fuck Max, but she had loved it.

He looked down at his handy work. Cupping one perky breast he gave them a gently squeeze. Her nipples were rock hard and her body shined with the gleam of sweat. She was so damned beautiful. His cock twitched as his blood began pumping in anticipation of round two.

Leaving her breast alone he lowered his hand running his fingers up and down her toned and tanned abs. Sketchy staired in awe, as his fingers left a trail of goosebumps along her bronze flesh.

"Max, wake up," he whispered

Max's eyes fluttered open at the command. She looked at Sketchy her eyes opening wide in shock and confusion. She looked down at her own naked body and Sketchy's half hard cock and it all came rushing back to her.

"Sketchy?" She asked slightly perplexed as her mind rushed to catch up with her reality. She was in an almost daze that she couldn't shake. "Fuck," she whispered and looked around the room. They had just fucked on the bathroom sink. Her skin felt heated and she began to blush, twisting on the sink she closed her legs and tried to angle herself away from Sketchy's lust filled gaze.

'I want you to go up his apartment and make his wish dream come true.'

The words echoed in her mind like a song name on the tip of her tongue. A barely there thought floating in her subconscious, just enough to nag at her.

Max looked at Sketchy, and did her best to smile at him. "Like a wish come true right?" She asked.

"Ohyeah," Sketchy replied nodding quickly,

Max nodded back at him and felt like a weight was lifted off her chest and her thoughts became ever so slightly less muddled. Her stomach turned as she looked at her naked body. There were red scratches up and down her thighs and waist where Sketchy and Jimmy had held onto her while they fucked her. Between her legs was warm and wet and it sent a shiver of disgust up her spine. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on not vomiting right there or getting angry enough to rip Sketchy a new one.

Another command would be all it took, something as simple as a innocent question and she would once again be putty in their hands. If she was going to get out of this she needed to be smart.