Max arrives at the meeting

Around 10 p.m. Max entered the huge building where Sneijder lived and the meeting should take place. She stepped through the lobby, directly to the counter where some teenage spotty teenage nerd sat around bored. He didn’t notice her when she approached him and when Max reached the counter she saw that he was sunk in a hackneyed porn magazine. Max couldn’t help but smile in amusement when she took a closer look and saw a cute blonde girl, legs spread, two fingers in her pussy, a look of sheer satisfaction on her face and noticed that the boy had his hand down his pants.

She cleared her throat. The nerd jumped in shock, hastily yanked his hand from his pants, and a girlish high pitched scream escaped his throat. His eyes bulged even wider as he noticed the stunning woman in front of him.

Max smirked. Seemingly, she made a good choice of clothes. She wore black, low-riding leather pants, so tight that they clung to her legs like a second skin, accentuating her ass perfectly. The problem was that they were so tight that they would clearly show the outline of her panties, so she had decided to leave them out. In result, the soft leather constantly rubbed against her bald cunt and it started to get her wet. Moreover, she wore a little red top with bare midriff, showing a notable amount of cleavage, and a wide open leather jacket. Because she left the panties out she also spared her bra and since it was pretty cold outside, her hard nipples clearly showed through the top. To top her outfit off, she wore sneakers and a black leather purse, in which she carried the money beside some make-up and her pager. All in all her look was an impressive mix of probity and sexiness, with a slight hint of sluttyness.

The blushing boy still fought an enduring battle with his vocals. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly without making a sound. Max grew impatient.

“Good evening. I need to meet Mr. Sneijder. Which floor?”, she said, smiling friendly but sighing inwardly.

“Um, ah, uh... s-seventh floor, ma’am. Apartment 4”, he stuttered.

“Thank you, sweetie”, Max said, turning to the elevators, when the kid spoke again.

“The other gentlemen are already upstairs.”

Max concealed her surprise and gave the boy one last smile as she stepped into the elevator and pressed the button. Her mind raged. Other gentlemen? What’s that supposed to mean?

She reached the seventh floor, the doors opened and she stepped out and glanced around. She found the apartment and knocked at the door. She heard a muffled conversation, then steps and the door opened.