Max and Logan hide in the closet.

Not knowing what else to do Max grabbed a shocked Logan and pulled him to his feet. "Come on," she urged while pulling him towards the tiny closet. It was their only option. Taking the hint Logan stepped inside, the tiny space barely even fitting his own frame he wondered silently how Max was going to manage.

He didn't need to wonder for long as Max slid in with him. Her back facing him she squeezed her half naked body inside the insignificant space. Logan had to hold back an aroused groan as she brushed up against him. He didn't think it was possible but she pushed herself back even further, nearly crushing him against the wall as she slid the think wooden closet door shut.

The closet door shut with nearly perfect timing. The room's door swung opened and from what Max could hear two people entered. Sliding slightly to the left Max peered out the tiny crack she had left open.

One of the thugs had apparently brought in one of the strippers from the club into the private room. Max shifted again trying to get a better angle to see what was going on, inadvertently grinding herself against Logan.

"Baseball, mud, politics." Logan repeated in his head trying to calm his raging libido. God, what the hell was she trying to do to him" He sucked in a deep breath and tried to remain calm, but Max refused to stay still, her firm ass grinding against swelling cock.

Max froze feeling Logan behind her, the undeniable feeling of his quickly hardening member beginning to press against her lower back. Her eyes still locked on the red headed stripper as she dropped to her knees in front of the thug. Her skin became hot as she blushed feeling Logan's cock throb against her, at the same time watching the stripper's hand slowly wrap around the thug's dick.

Logan bit his cheek, not knowing how much longer he'd be able to stay quiet.