Max heads for crash

Max was on a mission, she had to go into this as if it were an objective, her military trained mind telling her what Manticore had drilled into her; sex was a tool to be used. If she went to Logan she may have put his life in danger, one touch and he’d die. No she would have to use her body to have sex with one of the guys in the club and make sure that this time they’d cum inside her.

She had dressed herself in tight fitting top that glittered in the light, one strap running over her right shoulder.

She also wore a black leather mini skirt with black high heel sandals. Max had dolled herself up with make-up, tonight she was on the prowl, she had made sure she was ready, she had put some condoms in the purse she had just in case her lover wanted to use protection, but she had made sure she made tiny hole in them making sure they would prove ineffective. For that extra touch she also opted not to ware a bra and panty.

Ten minutes Max had been sitting at Crash’s bar nursing a Gin and tonic. Eight guys had hit on her, but she had found an excuse not to hook up with any of them, despite what she had mentally told herself she had trouble bringing herself to go through with her plan.

“Yo Max, What you doing here?”

Max turned to see Sketchy wobble toward her pissed out of his mind.

“Urgh” Max shrugged as Sketchy stumbled against the bar trying to maintain his balance.

“Whoa Max, you look hot.. gotcha date?” Sketchy slurred.

“No” Max replied, not liking the way Sketchy’s eyes roamed over her legs and thighs.

Max again swore under her breathe at the thought that entered her mind. But Sketchy was so drunk he probably wouldn’t even remember this in the morning.