Max goes home

-co-written with sammycolt-

The morning air was cold on her face as Max stepped outside. She took a moment to look around and orientate herself before she remembered the fastest way home. She started walking at a hurried pace, guessing by the position of the sun that it was about eight o’clock. Her shift at JamPony started right about now and she still had to get home, wash the night’s aftertaste out of her mouth, change and get to work. Normal would be all over her ass again and she knew that she’d have to do a couple of extra rounds today to get him to shut up.

She ignored the usual wolf whistles as she strode past a group of gang bangers, not in the mood to give them any kind of attention. Fucking Darren! Fucking Drinking! Fucking Logan! She groaned with frustration as she pondered over her fucked up life.

She sneaked through a hidden hole in the fence to save the time with the sector cops and quickly made her way home. Cindy was already gone, Max only found a note on the kitchen counter along with a thermo mug filled with coffee, the rest of their stock: “Hey, boo. Hope you scratched your itch! Gonna cover for you with Normal, but don’t be too late!”

The note made Max smile. At least someone she could depend on… Quickly she stripped naked in the middle of the living room, carelessly kicking her jeans and panties towards her room while disposing Darren’s shirt in the trash, then she made her way to the bathroom.

Turning the faucet on she quickly checked her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were bloodshot and there still were faint white traces on the side of her neck. Sighing she began washing herself, gasping as the freezing cold water touched her skin. Quickly and methodically she washed her face and arms, then cleaned her breasts and vagina. Her pussy still felt a bit sore, reminding her of the shameful night she had.

After drying herself off with a fluffy blue towel she stole from Logan she walked back to her room. Choosing an orange top and a fresh pair of cargo pants she quickly got dressed before she took a minute to drink her coffee, covering the aftertaste Darren had left in her mouth.

Finally, after putting her sneakers back on and using Cindy’s brush to bring her curls in shape she grabbed her bike and left the apartment, ready to get over with the day.

When she stepped outside she immediately noticed the car which parked right in front of her entrance. It seemed so misplaced it looked almost comical. A huge, shiny, black limousine, in the middle of a waste-ridden street, between unfinished buildings and piles of dirt. She gave it a curious glance, her soldier’s instinct forcing her to investigate any abnormality.

She was just about to walk past, checking the luxury car off as nothing to be concerned about, probably just lost rich people, when suddenly the back window scrolled down with a whirring sound.

“Max Guevara!”

Her eyes widened in surprise when she heard her name. Her brain immediately placed the voice. She knew that man. Her mood sank.