Max's new life and profession.

PENSACOLA, FLORIDA, 7 P.M., 2 YEARS LATER.

Max pumped her legs on the petals as she rode her hybrid bike towards home after a good days work, enjoying the setting Florida sun and the chill feel of the wind coming off the gulf as she rode on. She had just one more stop and she was done for the day. Her appearance wasn't much different than when she worked as a bike messenger back in Seattle. She had grown her hair out and it now hung down to the small of her back in a long, braided ponytail. But other wise she wore the same types of clothes, a black tank top, cream colored cargo shorts, well worn sneakers, a messenger bag slung over her shoulder and a ball cap on her head, and that was the point. Unless you knew who she was you would think that she was just another one of the bike messengers that had popped up in almost all the major towns after the collapse, never knowing that she was one of the most sought after, highly paid, call girls in the city.

After her experience that night in the alley behind Crash she vowed to live her life by her rules, which meant leaving her old one behind, stopping at her place just long enough to clean herself up, which unsurprisingly took a little while, she grabbed some of her clothes, personal effects, her medicine that she needed for her seizures and a few keepsakes and put them in a large duffel bag. She then got on her bike and left the city behind, she still has occasional pangs of regret for leaving her friends without any warning or explanation, but thought that it was best to make a clean break. She then began a meandering cross country journey that took her several months as she slowly explored the new side of herself, in the process she also learned what she could charge others for her company, quite a bit as it turned out if people got to know of her skills.

She has fond memories of that time and also of some of the places she's been, shooting down **** Valley at 2 a.m. at over a hundred and racing thunder storms in Iowa particularly stand out. But after a while she seemed to be drawn south and east.
Miami was her original goal but she stopped in Pensacola one day and fell in love with the town. Also with it's tourist, yes there were still tourist even after the collapse crazy as it sounds, locals and large nearby military bases she knew she'd have a large pool of people to sell her services to. The military bases gave her slight concern at first but then she started to like the idea of doing her business right under the noses of the people hunting for her, it was kind of a "Fuck you." gesture to them.
Besides she once heard a saying "If you're running from the police, hide in the police station." so far she's been here a year and a half and no ones been the wiser, though she has a few escape plans laid out, in that regard she's far more prepared than she ever was in Seattle.

three clients, four hours and she made over 5,000 bucks, one of the reasons she was so popular was that she would let almost anything be done to her, would do almost anything clients wanted done to themselves and she had rates for almost all of it. The only things she drew the line at where beastility, scat work and permanent harm or modifications to them or her, considering how fast she healed that last wasn't as much of a problem as most would think. Take today she had two sessions of straight up sex, light on the kink, though she always throws some in and they netted her one thousand each. The other more high paying job had her doing a bondage job for a visiting playgirl, with Max in the sub role, Max actually considered it pretty tame and almost felt sorry taking the girls money, almost. Of course what she though of as tame others though of as ****, and she was a very good actress, so she figured the girl did get her moneys worth in the end. It just didn't cause much feeling in her, she actually enjoyed the straight vanilla fucks better today even though they got her less money, and told herself she was going to have to get a hold of one of her more kinky client's soon, or clients plural, she hadn't had a good gangbang in a while now that she thought about it. She saw that she was reaching her destination and shook her head lightly to clear her thoughts as she slowed down to pull into the parking lot.

Riding her bike up into an alley behind the strip mall she got off and checked her watch 20 minutes to go. "Should have taken my time." she thought to herself, but her natural instincts were to go as fast as she can and that's what she usually does. Putting her bag on the ground she pulls a water bottle off the bike and takes a drink, it was a nice day and she did like being outside, so she decided to just enjoy the moment.

"Hey, baby looking for a good time?" she heard from behind her.

Turning around, still drinking, she sized up the men coming down the alley towards her, she didn't recognize either of them as any of her regulars, and decided that they weren't much of a threat. Yeah there were two of them but they were pretty average , she knew she always had to be careful, but these two she figured she could take down without even thinking about it. On a whim she decided that she could probably kill her wait time with them and get a little extra cash in the process.

"Are you?" she asked back as they got closer, putting her water down by the bag. "I've got 15 minutes, if you've the cash we could definitely have a good time." she said in her most sultry voice, rubbing her hand down ones chest she continued. "Twenty five bucks for a blow, fifty you can do my ass." she tells them rubbing her hands down it and sticking her boobs out at them.

"How about a straight fuck?" one ask. He was the taller of the two, over 6 feet in height, and wore glasses. The other one was shorter and stockier and like she had assessed before they both were pretty average physically.

"Sorry, don't do that first time on the street, I get to know you a little, maybe later." she says sweetly,with this she goes to him and fondles his cock thru his jeans. "Come on, what do you say, I'm worth every penny." she says as she massages him. "Besides, this right here is a hand job and is worth 10 bucks, why not let me make you both feel sooo much better?" she asks him in that sweet sultry voice before releasing him.

"So, fellas, whats it gonna be?" she questions them licking her lips and looking at them with her best "Fuck me" face on.