Max fights back

Max looked at the three men quizzically. Jeff and Dan had worked at Jam Pony longer that she had, Greg had hired just a few months ago. She knew them, but wouldn't really consider them friends but this, this was not what she had expected.

At first she had thought their proposition was a joke, a bad one but Greg had a look in his eyes, one she had seen in countless men before.

“I don't know what Sketchy has been tellin' you.” Max began.

“He didn't need to tell us, he showed us the pictures.” Greg responded quickly and stepped forward.

Pictures? Max thought to herself, what the hell was Sketchy up too now. She backed up further placing the lockers behind her.

“We know the kinda girl you are Max, You'll enjoy this I swear.” Greg told her and reached out to touch her.

Max swatted his hand away and glared at him. “Don't do something you might regret Greg.” She felt like shit, that was undeniable. Whatever the cops had given her was still having effects on her. and she would be lying if she said the though of three men taking her right now at Jam Pony didn't excite her just a little bit. But she wasn't about to let them fuck her because Sketchy showed them some pictures.

“Trust me Max, I won't regret-” Greg stepped forward towards her while talking, reached and and grabbed Max's waist. Max sighed, grabbed his wrist and twisted. Greg stopped talking and cried out in pain.

Dan and Jeff stood there shocked for a moment, before Dan jumped in defense of his friend. He wrapped his arms around Max squeezing her in a tight bear hug from behind causing her to let go of Greg.

“I told you,” Max sighed, slouched slightly then stepped to her side. It didn't take much effort to pull Dan forward throwing him off balance. In one smooth motion she twisted her hips and rolled Dan over her body tossing him against the lockers.

Greg was coming back at her now, looking like a boy that had never been in a fight. Max shook her head, moving faster then he could imagine she shoved him square in the chest throwing him back against the lockers. She closed the distance between them, her knee jutting out to connect painfully between his legs.

He moaned loudly, the will to fight draining from him as unbelievable pain shot up his body. He would have fallen over right there if it wasn't for Max holding him up.

“I guess that didn't go as planned did it?” Max asked sweetly. She glanced back at Jeff who was still standing there dumbstruck. He always the quiet one. She looked down at Dan who was staring up at her from where he had landed against the lockers, a small trickle of blood coming from a cut somewhere on his scalp.

“Now,” Max said softly, “I'm going to forget you planned to gang **** me, and you are going to forget you ever worked at Jam Pony okay” In fact I'm going to forget I even know the three of you even exist and If I ever see any of you again...”

“Okay,” croaked Greg, “Okay,”

“Good,” Max smiled and let Greg fall to the floor.

Now she had to pay Sketchy a visit.