Max plays her role.

-cowritten with SammyColt-

Max swallowed. Her evening had already been fucked up enough. She had played the part of a stripper or a hooker several times over the last few years to get closer to rich scumbags, either to relieve them of their valuables or as part of some Eyes-Only-mission, but so far she never had to back her role up by actually performing. And now she didn’t only have to act as a stripper, she had to do so for these three scumbags who actually knew her. She blushed when she felt her nipples harden as she looked into their expecting faces. If she didn’t want to abandon her mission, which was out of the question, she had to act! Now!

Max gritted her teeth as she turned around in Julio’s lap, straddling him. “What’s with the cash?” she asked, putting on a wide, ditzy stripper-smile for the steelheads watching her, “You boys have a second stash of porn you sold?” She began to grind her pussy against him, suppressing a groan when she felt Julio’s free hand wander over the back of her naked thigh up to her ass, cupping the firm buns.

Julio's fingers dug into Max's buttock as she half-heartedly moved on top of him. “Braddy’s Grandma died… or was it your aunt?” Julio didn't seem to really care, “Anyway she left him a going away present. We're here to make the poor guy feel better.” Brad just shrugged when Max looked over at him.

“You always worked here, Max?” Darren asked.

“Why do you even care, Darren?” Max spat back.

“Come on, baby,” Julio said. “Don't be mean,” his hand moved off her ass and began sliding up her front. He saw the stern look in her eye and stopped, dropping his hand back down to her toned stomach.

Reaching over he grabbed another twenty bucks. “I pay…” he folded the bill and teasingly let it graze across Max's full lower lip. She allowed him to slide it between her lips, then closed her mouth, taking the note from his fingers.

“… I play,” his hand pushed under shirt, until he cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing against her hard nipple.

Max couldn't stop the soft moan from escaping her lips, “You like that?” Julio asked and she swallowed hard. She did.

Max looked at him, her eyes filled with anger and lust. "Your paying me too," she smiled sweetly at him.

Pulling his hand away he grabbed another bill, and pushed it in the side of her shorts, his hand then dared to slide over her lower stomach, pushing underneath the material, and between her legs, finding her nether lips soaked and swollen. His fat fingers were enough to earn a gasp from Max and she pushed down against him.

“Damn,” Julio grunted feeling how incredibly wet she was. “Your ex is a little slut.”

Max leaned forward, her stomach turned, her eyes were dark with arousal. She looked over at the wad Brad was holding, it was a sizable stack of cash, more than enough to get her into the VIP rooms. If she only could get them alone…

“There's private rooms,” Max whispered seductively, her lips close to his ear, “How many times did you watch those videos of me, Julio,” her lips almost brushed against his ear she was speaking so quietly. “How many times did you watch Darren fuck me wishing it was you? For the right price...” Her hand slid down to his crotch and she gave his member a slight squeeze.

Hearing this, Julio grabbed Brad’s wad of cash and moved to get up, “Let’s go, boys. Max here is gonna give us a private show.”

Max stood, leading them towards the private rooms, making sure the VIP bouncer noticed. His eyebrows rose slightly as he saw three men following her. She would enter with three, and leave with a wad of cash. If that didn't prove she was willing and get her into the VIP room she didn't know what would.

The music was blaring, most people couldn't hear themselves think, nobody would think twice about a few noises from a private room. Julio wouldn't put up much a fight, not with that knee and Darren was always a pushover and with what she knew about Brad he would probably just cry in a corner.

Play the whore for a little bit, then knock them out and take their cash. It seemed like a good plan at the time. That was until she noticed another thick-necked bouncer following her.

“What are you doing?” Max asked, wondering why the huge man in a too tight black shirt had followed them.

“Girls go in, I wait here. Just in case things go badly, it's for your protection.”

“What?” Max asked a little perplexed. “I don't need any protection,”

The guard shrugged, “’Dem the rules!”

Shit. “Why the hell is everyone so hung up on the rules?”

“Come on, Maxie, Brad’s money is burning a hole in my pocket.”

Max turned to face them. For a second she considered running, getting away from the three men who would pay to have their way with her, but then she sighed and resigned herself to her fate and walked towards the bench where they all sat. Julio, slow to move was the last to sit, but not before slipping a bill to the bouncer who gave him a knowing look.

He was the last to sit down, pulled out the stash of cash and looked expectantly at her. Max stared back at the three men. They all sat on the circular like cushion that ran the length of the small round room. In the center there was a small table.