You can't do it.

Looking back it seems there is currently no one else in view other than the two bikers. Now is your chance if you are going to take it, you realize. One hand on your sexy hip your mind also races back to the intense fucking you just received and you can still remember the taste of your own ass on their cocks. Part of you wants to give in and go with them. You know damn well that going with them is going to get you fucked again, and good. “Can you wait for a little bit, I have to go shit first.”

“You've got to be kidding right?” Spike spits out. “We ain't waiting. Get on or we leave you here.”

“Sorry. Which bar are you going to I will meet you there.”

He lets out a little snort but answers, “We always go to Anna's” When he says the name of the bar your little computer flashes the location on a map of the city, it is across town a ways in what the map has labeled the combat zone.

“Kay. I'm just gonna pop back inside and take a dump. I'll be there as soon as I can.” You say and turn to walk back to the door. They don't wait at all, and speed away into the night. As they leave your sight it her warning rings in your ears about the bomb and tracking device in your head. If you aren't back here before she figures out you aren't with them, or if she simply decides you have been gone to long, you are dead. Clacking the toe of your platform booties on the sidewalk you try to come up with a plan. Going back to where you stashed the device while you have a tracker in might just be what they want you to do, hell it might be the real reason you are still alive. With that thought you aren't sure if it is safe to go anywhere. It might be best if you just went back inside. But if you do that you either are just a hired whore, or dead when they are done with you. Then again, if you could pay someone to remove the tracker and bomb that would be something, but there is no way $400 is enough, and there is no way you could get enough from fucking in a short enough time to do any good. As you contemplate surgery you use the map to find a place you could do such a thing, but the nearest place is more than an hour away on foot. “I think I need to start stealing right about now.” You say quietly.

You hear voices as the door to the brothel clicks and the door slowly opens. Taking this as you cue to get moving you run as fast as you can to the end of the building and duck around the corner. Slapping the wall you peak back to see if anyone is reacting to your movement, as you do you have to admit you moved pretty quickly. This body's enhancements must not be completely broken. Looking all around you finally spot something that might help, a sports car. Down the street is a dark blue metallic dart of a car that you are sure is expensive. Then again what do you know about stealing cars. “Fucking hell, I might as well go across the street and offer a massive gang bang at $100 a head at the stuffer shack, if I could get twenty or thirty people it might be enough.” Hearing it out loud makes your pussy tingle. “Fuck, maybe I am just a whore after all. I should just go back to work.” Staring at the ground you slump back against the wall and try to decide what you should do.