Yes she will.

As soon as she had stood up to dance Max had known this had been coming. At least Trip was drunk enough not to question it or really care why she was so willing. He only had one thing in mind.

Her fingers traced the bottom of her shirt, hooking under the hem she lifted slowly. The fabric rubbed against her soft skin as the shirt lifted higher. She felt a trail of goosebumps rise on her upper stomach as she exposed more skin to the chilly apartment. Her shirt caught her breasts, lifting them slightly as pulled the garment over her head.

She heard Trips approving grunt as her breasts bounced free of her shirt. Her hair tousled, she let her shirt drop to the ground and stood bare chested in front of him. Her chest rising and falling slowly, her nipples hardening as she imagined what her night had in store for her.

Whatever chance of her minimizing the damage, sneaking in and out and dealing with Sketchy quickly was gone. These two men would use her, fuck her senseless and Sketchy would eventually join them. Max shifted as she felt a familiar warmth grow in her lower stomach, she looked down at pulled at the drawstring that held her cargo pants up. Would they fuck her first or **** her to please them with her mouth?

Both men stared at awe as she held string and gently began pulling on it. She stared down at herself, down her toned stomach at the knotted white string that was slowly coming undone and watched as if it was someone else's body. Her pants were loose enough that they only required a small amount of help before they fell off her hips and pooled around her shoes.

She took a step out and stood in front of Trip. Naked, her hand drifted to cover herself as the man grinned up at her.

Max shuddered when he reached out one hand wrapping around her thigh just above her knee and pulled her towards him. "Come 'ere," he said, "you're a dream come true."

She stepped forward, enough to feel his breath on her skin. She let out a soft sigh and closed her eyes. If he hadn't passed out on the toilet Sketchy would walk in on them any moment and probably find her sandwiched between these two men. He would never forget that, he would be the man who brought over his hot friend for his two friends to fuck. What better gift could two men want. To them, Sketchy would be a legend and he would never forget the night he walked in on his friend getting fucked on his sofa.

Lips pressed against her stomach and broke her train of thought. Trip's hands moved up, rubbing her smooth thighs as he went until he cupped her behind giving the firm flesh a squeeze.

"Uh," Max moaned as his hand slipped between her legs from behind.

"You're soaking baby," Trip said looking up with a gleam in his eye. He removed his hand and brought it around her body to rest on stomach wiping the evidence of her arousal over her abs as proof. He licked his lips, "Why don't you get on your knees and bend over, give my buddy Jimmy a nice view of that tight little ass of yours."

Max turned to look at the thinner man behind her. He was watching her intensely. She bent at the knee then dropped to the floor, scooting her hips back she arched her back and looked back again to make sure he was getting the view that had been requested.

A hand in her hair brought her attention back to Trip and she turned to face him. Her head was already practically in his lap, his engorged member bulging in his pants.

Trips thumb traced her cheek and tilted her head up to look at him. With his free hand he began unzipping his pants. Max watched as the metal teeth separated, underneath a thin cotton layer of cloth. He hooked his thumb in his underwear and pulled it down letting his swollen thick cock free from his pants.

Max flinched as he smacked it against her forehead, Trip laughed as she tried to pull away.

"Don't run baby," Trip cooed and Max stopped and looked up at him again her eyes narrowing. "You don't like that?"

Max began to protest but was silenced when Trip lightly smacked her across the nose with his cock. She shook her head; He pulled his dick back and lifted his hips so his balls rested against her chin. She waited for the order to suck them but instead he let his cock flop back down against her face and laughed again.

Tired of his games Max reached up and wrapped her hand around his shaft. Stroking him slowly up and down. He was thick and long, and without thinking Max spread her legs slightly as images of him slipping into her pussy crossed her mind.

She kissed the base of his shaft, pressing her pouty lips against him before letting her tongue dart out to taste him. She licked her way up the underside of his shaft, feeling him throb against her and his hips lift as he gasped out in pleasure.

Max closed her eyes as she reached the head of his cock, her lips opened and she gently took him inside her warm waiting mouth. She leaned up, arched her back and took him fully between her lips and moved her head down slightly.

"God," Trip moaned as Max's lips sealed around him. His hand tightened in her hair, and he let out a grunt as Max let more of his length slide into her mouth.

Max tried to relax, tried to rationalize the cock in her mouth. Her tongue rolled against the underside of his shaft as she sucked making the inside of her cheeks cocoon his member. She moaned against him as he rubbed against the top of her mouth. He pressed down on her head and she let him guide her in a slow gentle bobbing motion.

Drool escaped her lips rolling down his shaft and she gagged slightly. She shifted her knees back trying to get a better angle as her movement became faster. One hand wrapped around his shaft jerking slightly in time with the movement of her mouth.

She didn't even know it, but her ass swayed, subconsciously matching her heads movement, slowly grinding away on the air giving Jimmy a nice little show.

She pressed down, forcing as much cock into her throat as she could before she gagged, she moaned around him earning a grunt of pleasure from the man before she pulled away with a gasp. Her mouth popped of his cock, saliva dripping from her lips as she stared up at him.

"Sketchy," Max moaned breathlessly. She needed to see Sketchy, she needed give him something, to make sure he...

Trip looked back at the bathroom door then back to the beautiful girl who had been so expertly sucking his cock.

"Don't worry about Sketchy for now, babe, you have bigger things to think about right now," Trip grinned and pressed his dick against her mouth once again. Just like that it felt like a weight had been lifted from her mind and that nagging feeling she was forgetting something was gone. Max bent down, opened her mouth and ran her tongue against the tip of his cock before swallowing him. She moaned as the taste of him once against flooded her senses and at that moment he was the only thing that mattered.

His hand twisted tighter into her hair as he groaned. Max moved her head faster, her fingers dancing up and down his shaft. Her lips sliding up and down him she sucked. She was drooling sloppily over him, her saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth down onto his balls and stomach.

She let out a soft moan every time he bottomed out on the back of her throat. Trip's grip would tighten ever so slightly as he tried to hold her in place before letting her up. The sensation sent shivers of pleasure and anticipation down her spine. She wanted to reach back between her legs or turn around and beg the other man in the room to join in and fuck her till she came but she couldn't stop sucking, couldn’t' stop worshiping this man's cock with her mouth.

Trip let out a grunt and pushed his hips upwards and Max stopped holding still, her tongue swirled rapidly around the over sensitive glands on the head of his cock. Her hand pumped up and down milking him as the first spurt of cum erupted form his dick. It coated her tongue and she continued to suck as another shot hit the back of her throat. The salty bitter fluid filled her mouth. She kept her lips sealed around Trip, waiting for his member to stop throbbing.

She pulled back, letting her lips roll up his shaft over his head. Keeping them tightly closed until she was nearly off his dick before she opened her mouth slightly and let the white creamy liquid spill out onto his softening cock and onto his stomach.

Trip was leaning back, too tired to even notice the mess she had made. Max wiped her face with the back of her hand and looked up at the man with disgust. Her orders satisfied the realization of what she had just done came to her and for a moment she thought she was going to be sick. She needed to get out of there quickly.