Want to support CHYOA?
Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)

Chapter 26 by supman supman

Does Max find anything before leaving to meet Jonas?

She finds nothing and then heads home.

-co-written with Sammycolt-

“That you, boo?” Original Cindy looked up from her book, some washed-up version of the second “Harry Potter” that she had already read at least a hundred times, when she heard the door slam. Max rolled her bike into the living room, past her friend who lay on the couch, a sour look on her face. “Who else would it be?!” she snapped.

Cindy frowned and turned back to her book. “Shit, somebody in a pissy mood?!”

Max parked her bike in the corner of the room, then took off her jacket and deftly threw it across the room. “What gave it away?” she hissed as she stormed into her room.

Sighing, Cindy put her book down and got up from the sofa, then followed her friend into her room. Max was lying on her back on the bed, her eyes closed. “You’ve been in a horrible mood lately, boo! You want to talk about anything, Original Cindy is here…”

Max didn’t open her eyes when she replied. “I’m fine… just tired.” Jonas would be here in about ten minutes. She needed Cindy gone by then or she would have some embarrassing explaining to do. The best way to get rid of her was to be a bitch… Max was sorry that her best friend had to suffer, but she had no other choice. She heard Cindy grumble.

“Fine, boo. Sleep it off. Original Cindy is going to meet the others at Crash. You can come later if you want to…”

Max didn’t reply and after a few moments she heard her friend sigh in frustration, then turn around. She lay motionless on her bed while she listened to Cindy gathering her stuff until there was the loud bang of the door.

Groaning Max sat up. She needed to come up with a plan to get rid of Jonas fast. He was fucking up her life! Slowly she got up from her bed and opened one of the drawers. She pulled out a fresh tank top and quickly changed out of her sweaty work shirt, then she went into the kitchen area. Pouring herself a glass of water in the sink, she took a small sip and pondered.

Right now, all she could do was to wait for Jonas and let it happen. She was almost positive that he would fuck her. She was a genetically enhanced booty call. Max shook her head then looked around her apartment her mind wandering. “Where would he do it?” she wondered, imagining all the possible ways the much older man could use her. She let out a groan. What the hell was she doing, why would she even think about something like that?

“Fuck,” she cursed when her sensitive ears picked up the clicking sounds of expensive Italian shoes on old concrete at the end of the hallway. The bastard was here. Sighing she took another sip of water before she put her glass back down on the counter, then she walked to the door. It opened, creaking loudly, the frame still warped from when she had broken it down.

Jonas stood in front of her, his fist raised to knock, a surprised look on his face that quickly changed into a grin. Max gave him a dirty look.

“What do you wh-MMMPH!”

Her rude question was interrupted when Jonas suddenly grabbed her head and pulled her in for a kiss. Max’ eyes widened when she felt the old man’s tongue **** its way between her lips and into her mouth. She moaned out in baffled protest, but he didn’t care as he continued to tongue-**** her mouth, one of his hands sneaking down to grab her ass, squeezing the tight cheek through the fabric of her cargo pants. She flinched, but did nothing to stop him as he molested her firm behind, allowing him to proceed.

Finally he broke away, leaving Max flustered. “Did you miss me, honey?” he grinned, giving her ass a loud smack before entering her apartment. He walked straight over to the couch. Picking up Cindy’s book he carelessly threw it across the room before he sat down, making himself comfortable like he owned the place.

Max scoffed. “Yeah, like I miss Manticore…” She closed the cracked door behind herself and walked over to pick Cindy’s book up, placing it on top of the kitchen counter.

Jonas smirked, putting his feet up on the couch table. “Please, don’t play hard to get, I have big plans for you and I bet your cunt is creaming from excitement right now…”

What are Jonas's plans?

Want to support CHYOA?
Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)