No

It wasn't Manticore, gangsters or even sector cops that were the threat, right now words were her enemy. Max knew that even the most innocent of questions could strip of her of her own will and lead her back down that path and would end up with her legs spread and who knows how many men using her.

She had to be very careful with what she let Sketchy say.

"Look, Sketchy," she began, her hand balling into a fist. The simple thing would be to simply knock him out, not let him utter a single word.

But she couldn't. He was her friend after all and It wasn't his fault Manticore had turned her into a walking sex ****. She couldn't hurt him, she couldn't hurt anyone up here.

Instead she kept her hand ready, waiting to clamp down over his mouth so if he began saying something she didn't like she could stop him.

To her surprised he didn't talk instead he leaned in and kissed her, his lips pressing heavily against hers. She instinctively backed up until her bare ass ran up against the cold porcelain sink. Shocked she opened her mouth to protest but that only let Sketchy deepen the kiss, his tongue teasing her own.

Max reacted without thinking and pulled away from the kiss. Her hands went to his chest to shove him off her but she hesitated, she didn't want to hurt him.

"Let's go to my room," Sketchy whispered into her ear

Max's stomach dropped, "I-" she began only to stop, she wanted to say no, she wanted to tell him to fuck off but the words refused to come. "Okay," she said softly as she looked down at the grimy linoleum bathroom floor. She was stuck.

He grabbed her hand, pulling it towards the door.

"What about your friends?" Max asked suddenly worried what they might do or say.

Sketchy paused for a moment. "Don't worry about them,"