Max agrees to the cops terms.

"Wait." Max cringed as she said the words. Hating the fact she had let the situation escalate so much it had come to this. "What government agents?" she asked.

Knowing he was one step closer to getting in her pants the cop smiled, then shrugged at her question. "Dunno, about a month back they started showing up anytime someone matching your description was booked. Guess they've been monitoring the systems watching out for someone just like you."

It sounded like something Manticore would do, Max shuddered at the thought.

"It's you isn't it?' the cop asked, finally clueing in. "you're the one they've been looking for?"

"No,"

"What did you do?" the cop ignored her denial. "What does the U.S. government want with a pretty girl like you? Are you some Senator's little sex toy," he asked with laughter in his voice. "Run away from home?"

Max glared at him. If was Manticore out there she couldn't risk getting captures, no matter what the cost. "What do you want?"

Again the cop smiled. "You do what I say, and I'll make sure the suits outside are kept busy with a brunette prostitute we picked up last night."

"Fine," Max said, regretting her decision already. Telling herself it was simply a means to an end. Like her enhanced strength and speed, sex was nothing more than a tool to be used.

"Take off your shirt."

Max flinched at the words and hesitated for a moment before reaching down to the hem of her shirt. Holding her breath she pulled her top up, it clinged slightly to her damp skin and she could hear the cops sharp intake of breath as the underside of her breasts became expsoded. Ignoring him she pulled her top off and let it fall to the ground beside her.

The cop stared in awe and Max glared back at him. Her hands by her side. Her perky round breasts slowly rising and falling with every breath. Her nipples already hard, the humid interagtion room giving her light covering perspiration giving her skin a light glow. The cops cock throbbed in his pants.

"The pants," he practically grunted the order out as he fumbled with his own belt. Hooking her thumbs around her waist she tugged her pants down, leaving her in just her tiny black panties and shoes.

"Good," the cop mumbled and took a step forward, his hand digging into his trousers for his rock hard dick. Instictvly Max stepped back, her ass bumping against the stainless steel desk stopping her dead in her tracks. "You?'re god damn gorgeous did you know that?" He whispered, close enough to touch her.

Max rolled her eyes, "Coming from you that means so much," she spat out.

The cop chuckled. "Up," then ordered her to sit on the table. With one fist closed around his thick cock he grabbed her breast, barely touching it enjoying the way Max shuddered before moving down her her waist until his fingers reached her panties, trearing them off her.

He stepped forward, pushing the head of his cock against her wet slit. Max hissed, feeling him slide over her.

"God," Max moaned, half in pleasure, half in disbelieve as he pushed the first inch of his cock inside her. Blinking rapidly she looked down to where their bodies were now joined, her legs having no where else to go slid up his thighs, her ass resting on the cold steel table. Her jaw clenched was she watched and felt the cops thick cock push into her.

The cop grunted, his hands reaching around her waist. She was tight as a virgin, and wetter than anything he had fucked before. "God baby," he moaned, pushing deeper inside her. "You like this don't you?"

Max held back a moan; her head leaning forward enough so her hair hid her face from the cop fuckign her. God, what was she doing, what was she doing. She squeaked out another moan and her ass clenched as he finally pushed himself fully inside her, pulled out only to push back in.

"That's it," He groaned, his fingers digging into her hips and began moving inside her. Max whimpered her breathing increasing until she was panting softly with every slowly deliberate thrust.

Harder, and harder he began moving, until Max began to shudder, unable to hold back moan after moan. Her ass lifting off the table with every thrust until he finally reached under her and lifted her off the table. Gravity forcing her down, his cock drove deeper into her aching swollen cunt.

Eyes wide in shock Max cried out and came, her legs and arms wrapping around his neck and waist. "Fuck!" she cried hating herself for taking pleasure In this. She spasmed hard, her pussy clenching tightly around him.

Carrying her a few short steps he slammed her hard against the integration room wall and began driving hard into her. His body slapping loudly against hers

"Tight," He groaned, thrusting into her, crushing her body between his and the wall."little whore." He wanted to fuck her forever, wanted to hear the moans until he died but it was barely three hard strokes before he finally exploded inside of her.

He leaned heavily against her limp body before finally pulling away, his cock wet with his cum and her juices.

Max, exhausted, let herself slide down the wall until she kneeling on her ground. Her hair matted to her face she followed the cop with half opened eyes as he backed away from her. When he was finally far enough away she reached over for her pants and shirt, leaving her torn panties.

Sliding her pants back on she watched him from the corner of her eye. Pulling her shirt over her head she pushed the hair from her face. "You got your quicky, now let me go."

The cop smiled, still out of breath, and looked over to her. Her hair was tousled, lips swollen, skin flush. She looked like she just had the brains fucked out. His grin widened in pride. "Yeah," he said, "Yeah."

Max waited without another word, cautiously as he zipped himself back up.

"We'll head out the east entrance. Government types should be near the west wing. They'll never even see you."

Professional as ever he reached her arm, and guided her out the door as if the last ten minutes never happened.

Head down, Max hurried through the crowded police station not wanting to risk exposure. Reaching one of the east exits Max sighed in relief, never being so happy to smell the smoggy Seattle air.

"Here," the cop motioned towards her, a piece of paper in his hand. She glared back at him, she could kill him right now, and be gone before anyone even noticed, or atleaest break a few bones. Instead, just wanting to get away from him and any other cop she reached for the paper. "Paperwork for your bike, should be impounded by now."

Max looked from the paper, back up to the officer. That stupid grin still on his face as if he had done her a favor. Whatever, she was happy to just be free.

"One more thing." He added, another paper in her hand.

"What?" Max asked, pissed off that he wanted even more. Taking the paper from him she read it. An date and address scribbled in messy hand writing.

"What the hell is this?"

"You're wanted by the U.S. Government, I think it's in your best interest if we meet up again and discuss your problem, maybe we can work something out." He chuckled.

Max's face fell, her anger beginning to boil over, she was going to kill him. "You son of a-"

The thick steel door they had exited from shut close, the cop already making his escape back inside the station. "Fuck," Max spat out before noticing the few cops outside the building were now looking at her.

Not wanting another incident she quickly made her exit, left wondering what the future held for her.