Logan waits, but Max escapes.

Max dropped her head, sighing at the sensation of her panties slowly being peeled off her body. This is what she had feared, why had she come here, why had she let her god damn guard down. The facts were unmistakable, she was on all fours, being stripped down to be fucked senseless by these two men all while Logan listened in and she was powerless to stop it. She didn't want to stop it. It was too late to go back.

“I'm okay,” Max gave one final whisper not caring if the two men would hear only if Logan would listen. She could feel Frank behind her, his knees shuffling across the hardwood floor, his heavy breathing and his rough hands digging into her waist. She barely held back the scream, biting down on her cheek when she felt the tip of his cock drag across her wet pussy.

With one long steady stroke Frank slid into her filling her unbelievably tight body. Max shuddered, her mouth opened wide, shocked at how good he felt inside her. Using every trick she knew she **** herself to not make a sound, letting out only a whimpering strangled moan. He felt so good. Too damn good.

Max dropped her head to the floor, her hands reaching out in front her, palms stretched out on the hardwood. Another pleasurable shudder ran through her as Frank pulled himself from her, leaving just the head of his cock resting tightly inside her, teasing her for a moment before thrusting back into her as hard as he could.

“Oh god!” Max cried out, her entire body convulsing around his cock, coming off the floor in a spasm of pleasure.

Logan's grip on the Aztek's steering wheel tightened. His eyes closed tight and his jaw clenched he pressed his head back against his seat. He could hear her, every single moan, every pant. The sounds were unmistakable. She had told him to stay, he had listened and now Max was inside, alone, with them.

They were fucking her.

“Unn' ummm.. MMhh,” Max's moans filtered through Logan's headset. They were fucking her and she was enjoying it.

How many nights had he heard those same sounds in his dreams, how many times had he wished he could illicit such a sound from her perfect lips. But now like some sick nightmare he was stuck listening in on another man do what he could only dream of.

Over and over Frank drove into her, her ass cheeks slapping against him with every thrust. Max was lost, content to let him fuck her, not caring about anything other than the hard cock filling her but then she heard it, a soft grunt from her headset.

Logan.

“No,” Max whimpered, her eyes fluttering open. This was wrong, she had to get out. She lifted herself, bracing herself on her hands. Frank's grip around her was weakening, and when she twisted away he was unable to hold onto her.

Unbalanced she gasped and fell to her side, her hand reaching out to grab her pants. Still weak and out of breath she looked up at the two men before making her next move.

“Get out, get out, get out.” She repeated in her head.

Frank's boss reached out for her, grabbing her by the arm he bent down so their faces were almost touching. “I'm tired of watching, time for you to earn your keep.” Grabbing her hand he wrapped it around his swollen cock. “Now, suck it you little whore.”

He let go, but Max's hand stayed, her fingers circling his shaft, her body already beginning to tremble with need.

'Logan, get to Logan.' Max's mind pleaded and for once she listened her grip tightening around the older man's shaft.

“Fuck!” he cried out grabbing her hand before dropping to the ground when she let go of him.

“Sonofa,” Frank yelled and charged at her. But Max was faster, still on her knees she lunged to the wall grabbing blindly at anything she could find, her hands finding something large and heavy she didn't think she just tossed it. Max barely saw it before it shattered into a million pieces against Frank's head.

It wasn't enough to knock him out, but it did stagger him, sending him falling to one knee in pain. It was all Max needed, she was out the door, falling against the wall of the hallway while struggling to put on her pants before finally finding her stride.

“Start the car!” she called out.

“Max?”

“Start the car!” she yelled again before flying out the front door. The comforting sound of the Azteks engine revving to life filling her ears, she was inside the car, in her seat and slamming the door behind her before the rain even had a chance to get her wet.

Logan slammed on the gas before turning to Max. “What the hell happened in there?”

Max twisted to face him, her mouth open ready to lie when she saw the look in his eyes. Concern, fear, anger, and something else, a mixture of emotions in those perfect eyes of his. Max swallowed hard, a shiver running down her spin, she squeezed her legs together and licked her lips. Suddenly she unable to think about anything other than crawling into Logan's lap right to finish what the cops had started.