It seems the world is out to get Max...

Thirty minutes later Max sauntered back into Jam Pony with her bike, a huge grin on her face; that was one prick dealt with, now for the other two...

She opened up her locker pulled off her p-cap and ran her hands through her hair as she looked at her reflection. Her lips were swollen and there was a definite low to her face, hell she could still feel that Steelheads cum leaking out of her pussy. Max felt the presence of someone behind her and turned to face Greg leaning over her and slamming her locker shut.

“So I'm thinking, why wait till tonight? Why not go round the back right now and have a little-

He broke off realizing Max wasn't listening to him, instead she was looking past him over at Normal?s counter...

Normal looked up at the two sector cops at his desk, “gentlemen if you found illegal contraband in our packages we're not responsible get it, not respons-”

“Sir I'm Officer Jackson, this is my partner, Officer Glemmet,” Jackson pushed a photo over the desk to Normal, “we don't give a shit about contraband, we're looking for this girl.”

Normal looked down at the picture of Max then back at the cops smirking, “listen she may be easy on the eyes but you can betcha she's trouble...”

“Sir, are you refusing to cooperate?”

“Hah, bip, bip, bip, don't get your panties all knotted. She's over there,” Normal said pointing Max out of the groups of bike messengers.

Max eyes widened as the two cops that had **** her two days earlier turned and smiled at her. Greg who had also eyed them quickly turned away from Max...

“Max,” Jackson grinned as he walked up to her, “nice place of business.”

“What the fuck do you two want?” Max spat, not believing her situation had taken yet another tail spin.

“Why don't we chat somewhere more private,” Glemmet said tying to act as if they had never met.

Max had little choice, now noticing the concerned look Cindy was giving her...

“If they lock you up consider yourself fired, missy. I won't have criminals working here,” Max heard Normal yell as they led her into one of the staff rooms at the back.

“Now you didn't think we were done with you yet did you, Max?” Jackson sniggered as he closed the door behind them, “We were just getting to know each other.”

Max was again distracted as she looked through the blinds to see Greg pacing nervously; he probably thought she had called the cops, and was now telling them he and his friends had **** her. Then it clicked, this was how she could get rid of him, have the cops lock him up in exchange for a little favour...