Jonas wants to take over where Manticore left off.

-co-written with SammyColt-

Her jaw clenched and Max turned around to glare at him. “Fuck you!” she spat.

Instead of looking away Jonas looked deep into her eyes, the smug grin still on his face. “No, Maxie, I was serious! Let me see your cunt!”

She was speechless, her cheeks blushing. God how she wanted to kill him. Grab the back of his head with one hand, his chin with the other, and with a short, sharp twisting motion she would end this… But instead all she did was to snarl at him as her hands loosened the string that held her pants up around her hips. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and roughly shoved them down to her mid-thighs, along with her panties, baring her pussy to the man.

Jonas eyes lightened up when she exposed her cunt to him. He felt himself harden in his pants. She was perfection. Her eyes might gleam with hate every time she looked at him, but her perfect little cookie told another story. She was wet, literally dripping with juices. God he wanted to bury his face in there and make her cum, all night long! But he had something more important to do right now!

Smiling he looked up at her. Her face was beet red as she stood in the middle of her living room, her pussy on full display for his viewing pleasure. “Very nice, Max! Nice and wet! But I have something I need to talk to you about…”

“Can I pull my pants back up… please?” she interrupted him, hating the fact that the humiliation only served to turn her on more. She reached down and grabbed the waistband of her pants when Jonas stopped her.

“To be honest, I like them where they are now. The look suits you, Max!”

Max sighed, but complied. She straightened back up and glared at Jonas, adapting her famous cocked-hip-pose which didn’t come over as tough as usual with her pants around her knees and her pussy out for the world to see. He didn’t even bother to look into her eyes, instead he simply kept staring at her cunt, smiling content. “As I said, I need to talk to you about something… Lately Cale Industries had a few problems. There is just too much concurrence on the arms market right now and despite of our superior technology we lose customers to those eastern-European fuckheads with their crappy merchandise and cheap prizes…”

“So you want me to come over to your company and give your employees some tutoring…?” Max interrupted Jonas, trying to annoy him.

Instead he ignored her and continued. “So since the market is overpopulated right now I decided to exploit other territories. Territories, which aren’t as embattled as the common arms industry. Territories like…” He looked Max in the eyes. “the genetic industry!”

Max eyes widened. Here she thought her situation was shitty when the old man came over to bend her over and fuck her, but instead he wanted to use her as a fucking lab-rat for business purposes? Hell, no!

But before she could protest, Jonas continued. “Relax, Max! You won’t need to come with me. As a matter of fact, you probably will never even need to see the inside of a Cale Industries laboratory for this. All I need is some samples…”

“Fuck you,” Max spat, “I’m not for research, you asshole!”

Jonas lifted his hands in a calming gesture. “Easy, Max. We both know you have **** here. I want your DNA, because it is revolutionary and will save us years of research, and if you don’t give it to me all I have to do is make one phone call and you are locked into a cage back in Manticore and your friend Cindy will spend the rest of her short life as some gang-member’s fucktoy in Seattle’s prison!”

The threat took Max’ breath away and for a moment she was at a loss of words.

“Besides,” Jonas continued, “Getting your DNA isn’t that hard for me… I had one of my guys in your apartment. He took a few hairs from your brush and a sweaty shirt from your laundry and now we have more material than we need… The problem here is: we might have the samples, we might have the equipment at Cale Industries, but what we still lack is the know-how. And this is where you come into play…”

Max sat down on the small couch table. She felt dizzy all of a sudden. This was not what she had expected! Jonas might be a much bigger threat than she thought! All she had seen in him was a horny old man, a greedy pervert, nothing more, nothing less! Now he explained to her that he wanted to use her to strengthen his empire, make a fortune on the grounds of her DNA. There was no way that this would stay unnoticed by Manticore. Sooner or later they would track her down if she didn’t put an end to this. But right now, her hands were tied.

Jonas pulled a Manila folder out from under his business jacket and handed it to Max. She opened it and found a few pages of type-written text, a small biography, a couple of abstracts from what looked like some sort of military register and a small portrait photo of a scrawny, middle-aged man with glasses.

“This gentleman’s name is Timothy Jenkins. Yale graduate, doctor of micro-biology. As you can see, his vita is quite impressive. An intelligent man if there ever was one. But what makes him interesting is that he used to work for a little government project called Manticore. Years of hard work for a government salary. Two years ago his contract expired and he decided to try the private sector. A true capitalist.” Jonas smiled. “As you're undoubtedly aware, your friends at Manticore aren't very reasonable. So when Jenkins left they went after him. He has spent the last year moving from one place to another, selling his information and special skills to whoever was buying.”

Jonas paused and leaned in, looking at Max with an intense stare. “A few of my contacts in the city told me that Jenkins is here in Seattle. He is freelancing for some gang. The Steelheads… Do you know them?”

Max nodded still trying to take all this in.

“Supposedly these Steelheads are into body modifications. Implants and biotics mostly and have picked up Jenkins to design some new tech.” Jonas paused, “This man is too valuable to be wasting his talents with a bunch of street thugs. You are going to go to him and not come back until he is ready to work for me.”

He sat back and waited for her reaction. Max was half confused. “Excuse me, but I’m not your fucking head hunter. Why don’t you send your own men to recruit the guy?”

Jonas sighed. “The Steelheads barely let him out of their sight. They know what he is worth and who else wants him. I don't know where he lives, I don't know where works. All I know is that he frequents a club called “Cherry Bomb. It's run by the Steelheads and none of my men can get with twenty feet of him. That's where your talents come in.”

Max jaw fell and she got up. “You want me to pose as a stripper…?” Her brow twitched angrily.

She wanted nothing more than to wipe the smirk of the older man’s face as he reached out and grabbed her naked buttocks with both hands and pulled her closer. “Come on, Max,” he whispered as he roughly mauled her ass-cheeks, “Don’t be such a prude. You were made for this kind of mission after all…” Max gasped as she felt Jonas’ fingers sneak their way between her buttocks, finding her puckered asshole and toying with it, while he carefully watched all her reactions.

“I tell you what you will do,” she heard him say as she closed her eyes at the strange but delicious sensations he triggered at her bum, “ You will go to that little room of yours, you will take off all your clothes and then you will go through your stuff and find yourself a good stripper outfit. The “Cherry Bomb” hires every night and they would be damn stupid if they would waste a talent like yours…” Abruptly, Jonas stopped molesting her butt and Max opened her eyes to look into his grinning face. She jumped when he gave her exposed behind a loud smack. “Get a move on, you cheap, little whore. I better like what I see.”

Max opened her mouth to protest, but then she saw the look he shot her and stopped. He had her and they both knew it. She had **** but to be a stripper for a night… Pondering about her situation Max waddled to her room, her pants still down around her knees.