Max is spotted

"You sure they came out here?” asked Cindy.

"Yeah yeah .... Yeah I saw her leave with this guy...” slurred Sketchy as he leant against the wall, the alleyway spinning.

"Max? You here?” called Cindy.

"Friends of yours?” whispered the Man, his tongue traced her ear as he whispered, his hand alternating from flicking her clit to diving into her pussy.

Max was surprised that he lowered his hand from her mouth, sliding it down her chest, squeezing her breast hard before dropping to her hip. "Let see if we can make some noise", he grunted, as he gripped onto Max's waist and thrusted harder into her.

"Uh-ug-uh-uh-ug", Max grunted, realized her moans of pleasure wore load now.
"Max baby that you?", called Cindy, taking a step toward the garbage.

'Oh shit', Max though, how was she going to explain this. Here she was, sitting buck naked except her boots, on some guy she just picked up in the bar with his dick up her arse.

"Max?", came the call again, this time closer, "You alright? you sound sick", asked Cindy again, this time only a few metres away from her. Max leanted forward, her hair coving her shoulders and chest, (giving her some cover of her nakedness, considering her clothes wore lying on the other side of the alley).

"Ye... ye ....yeah", grunted Max.
"You dont sound well", asked Cindy taking another step, her mind wondering what she was doing behind the garabage.
"ye...yeah its ... me, i .... i ... just didnt .... feel .... well and needed ..... some fresh..... aiiiiiiiir", Max grunted between the man's thrust. She could feel his dick twitch in her arse.

Sketchy noticed that Max's clothes wore lying on the ground just oppoiste the door along with the Mans. He stumbled over and bent down. "Hey .... isnt this Max's..... jacket", he picked up the jacket and found Max's panties and bra. Sketchy raised an eyebrow, then slowly picked up the underwear and took in a deep breath. "Mmmm smells like honey", Sketch slured. He quickly stuffed Max's bra and panties into his pocket before standing up.

"Go .... back ... back in sid.e..... Cind... Cind...y. I'll be ...eeee.... in shoroooorrrtyl", grunted Max.
"You sure? you dont look well, your hairs a mess and you are sweating profusely", asked Cindy taking another step towards Max.

Just as Cindy was about to take a 3rd step, which would have brought her in clear view of what Max was doing, Sketchy fell onto her, Cindy spun around and held Sketchy.
"Come on ... we are mizzin ... the partY!!", slured Sketchy.
"Ok Max we will see you in side", Cindy started to carry Sketchy back to the door.

"Oh hey Max. Hoe come your nakkkee?", asked Sketchy, his head on Cindy's shoulder, seeing Max naked and on the man's lap.
"Leave the girl alone, she isn’t well", replied Cindy, dragging him abck to the door, ignoring Sketchy's comments as drunken haze.

Just as Cindy and Sketchy wore at the back door.......