Nancy manages to hide just in time as a bar worker steps into the alley

“MH-MH-MH-MH-MH-ARGH!“ Nancy cried, biting down on her lips to muffle her own screams with very little success. Bent over the back of the couch, she was getting used like some disposable fucktoy with no regard for her dignity. Held down and dominated. She was shocked that it felt so good.

The ugly, creaking sound of the door handle behind her cut through her bliss like a knife. Horrified, her head whipped around and she saw the heavy, rusty door push open an inch. An ice-cold spike of terror pierced into her stomach.

“N-nnooo!” she protested, her voice sounding pathetic in her own ears. The panic set off a surge of adrenaline and, acting on pure instinct, the detective-turned-back-alley-slut threw her hips back, causing Jacobs’ cock to drive deeper into her rectum than ever before. This added another confusing pang of debauched pleasure as she bucked the young man off, making him stagger a step backwards.

“What the-?!” Jacobs was caught completely out of the blue as his thick cock suddenly slid out of the hot, snug embrace of Nancy’s asshole and he had to catch himself. Irritated, then amused, he watched as the wrecked, naked woman scrambled in panic. He couldn’t help but admire the flashes of her freshly-fucked asshole as she quickly crawled away from him to leap behind a stack of old crates.

Turning around, he suddenly understood the cause for her reaction as the steel door was slowly pushed open. A young kitchen worker appeared, unaware of what he had just interrupted. With two big bags of garbage occupying his hands, he had pushed the handle down with his elbow and was now using his shoulder to **** the door wide, meaning that he was facing away from them. To further his unawareness, he was also wearing a set of headphones with rock music playing at a volume that even from 12 feet away, Jacobs could hear the wild guitar sounds.

Amused, Jacobs quickly decided that getting caught standing out here with his erect cock sticking out of his pants wasn’t going to be to his advantage. Without further hesitation, he turned around and hurried to follow Nancy, who was cowering behind an empty stack of old, wooden crates. It was a rather bad hiding place with plenty of cracks between the slats and he could clearly see Nancy’s wide, panicked eyes peering through. Certainly, it wouldn’t hold out to more than a glancing look, but in her state of adrenaline-fueled fear the slutty detective hadn’t made a considered decision and it was now too late to duck somewhere else.

“Hey there,” Jacobs whispered, grinning as he knelt down behind Nancy, just before the young bar worker turned around. The pretty Latina stared at him and shook her head, eyes pleading with Jacobs not to move. The wink she got in return was far from reassuring.

“Don’t do it!” she mouthed warningly before she turned back to peer through the crates, watching the bar worker walk across the alley towards the trash bins. He wasn’t paying much attention, looking exhausted and his mind seemed somewhere else as he didn’t even notice Nancy’s discarded clothes that lay scattered across the alley floor.