Max makes her escape.

Max wiped the cum from her lips with the back of her hand and gave shot Mickey a lust filled stare, daring him to make the first move.

Mickey couldn't say no to a look like that, no man could. God damn she looked like sex incarnate. He didn't even give a shit if that pervert Jessip watched he was going to fuck the living shit out her. Max had other plans.

It all happened so fast he didn't even know what hit him. How it was even possible a girl Max's size could have so much strength. The second he walked within striking distance she struck. At least he thought she did. He couldn't even be sure, it was little more than a blur then it felt like someone drove a four ton truck into his stomach. He dropped to his knees and tried to groan but all the oxygen had left his lungs.

Max wasted no time and did the same to Jessip, a quick jab had his head snapping back against the wall knocking him clean ****.

Mickey looked up just in time to see Max smiling down before she clocked him hard across the face sending him crumbling to the floor.

Max surveyed her handy work. The two men laid out in front of her. Three punches, not bad she thought and went to work hiding the files under her jacket.

With all the confidence in the world she left the booth shutting its thin door behind her and headed to her bike. If she was lucky nobody would give her a second look, if not, then it wouldn't be the first time she had to take on a half dozen cops.