Old friend to the rescue

Suddenly Max noticed a figure standing about 15 meters away from the group in the back entrance of ‘Crash’. The other guys didn’t notice him, one of them was still in bliss from his orgasm and the other three were too busy groping and kneading her breasts, while she, weakened from her orgasm, made useless attempts to shove them away. Her needs were satisfied for the moment, but she slowly felt her heat return from the rough stimulation of her breasts. And she didn’t want to be gangbanged behind the ‘Crash’. Her conscience would kill her the next morning…

“Please… Help me!” she whispered, trying to make eye contact with the stranger, hoping that he’d have enough decency to save a damsel in distress instead of watching her getting gangraped. Her **** plea finally brought life into the guy. “Hey, motherfuckers!” he yelled and grabbed the cover of a nearby dumpster. Throwing it like a discus he hit the molester in the middle right on his nose as he had just turned around. The hit guy stumbled backwards, blood gushing all over his face. While the lid was still in mid-air, her savior had already run towards them, closing the distance in the blink of an eye and while his opponents were paralyzed by shock he jumped and kicked the one holding Max’ right arm into the stomach. The man went down, his face scrambled in pain. The savior meanwhile used his momentum and swung a vicious right hook to the chin of the guy who had fucked Max. The struck one stumbled backwards and fell into a pile of dirty trash bags. The last one, seeing all of his buddies go down, taken out within barely three seconds by just one guy, turned around and ran, fleeing out of the alley and disappearing into the night.

Max, without the hold of her molesters, was too weak to stay on her legs and fell down on her knees. She was sitting there, breathing heavily, with her back to her savior, hoping, that he didn’t help her just to have her for himself. On the other hand, she wouldn’t want to seem ungrateful and a blowjob seemed like the right way to thank… Max closed her eyes and cursed her heat that again made her mind foggy.
“Max?” the voice behind her made her jump. Her eyes shot open and she spun around. She was speechless for a second as she recognized her hero as Luke.

Luke was a former Jam Pony courier. He had been a great worker and could have been one of Normal’s favorites, but every time Max disappeared, he was the one who fought the hardest for her. Original Cindy told her that he had saved her ass more than one time, arguing with Normal and driving extra time to keep her from getting fired. But he never mentioned any of that when they talked, apparently he couldn’t bring himself to ask her out. Sometimes this made Max angry, because the guy wasn’t just smart and friendly, a little bit too quiet though, but with a great sense of humor, but he was also good looking. A little over 6 feet tall and athletic, short dark hair, dark eyes and full lips. Always around the louder guys, letting them do most of the talking while he just threw in a dry comment from time to time. But one time about half a year ago, when Max had missed work for almost two weeks, she had to investigate a hint on one of her brothers in Vancouver, he overplayed his hand with Normal and when Max came back she still had her job, but just because Normal didn’t want to fire a second rider within a week. She had tried to meet Luke to thank him and apologize, but he had disappeared completely, until now…

Max was still staring at him dumbfounded as he took off his leatherjacket and placed it around her shoulders, covering her nakedness “You alright, girl?” he asked worried, “What are you? Suicidal? You should know that those gangmembers are dangerous… You don’t go out to the back alley with four of those unless you kissed your ass goodbye!” Absently Max grabbed the lapels of his jacket and held it closed, smelling the mix of old leather and his aftershave, while he bent down and picked up her pants and held them for her to take. After waiting for several seconds with Max still in surprised stupor he tilted his head slightly: “Hello!? Max? Did they hit you on the head or **** you or something?” This question finally ripped Max out of her trance-like state, she grabbed her pants and hastily put them on. Then she looked for the rest of her clothes. Luke had picked up her panties and bra, which she had flung through the alley carelessly. Max blushed and hurried to go over, took her underwear out of his hands and stuffed it into her pocket. While she grabbed for her stuff, her fingers grazed over his wrist. The short contact to a male human being was enough to make her breath and heartbeat quicken. Her heat was fully back on already. Damned!

She stood there, staring lustily at him, while he stared back, bewildered. She still hadn’t said a word so far and now she stared at him like a dehydrated man would stare at a cold beer. Max, meanwhile, was fighting the need to fuck her long lost friend’s brain out…