The guys aren't done yet with Max.

“Is that the best you got?” Max panted out as Julio lifted his weight off of her. She couldn’t help but get in one last jab.

Julio smirked at her as his hand ran down her glistening, sweat coated backside. When the flat of his palm slapped her soft rump, a puff with perspiration hovered in the air for a split second before settling back down on her golden skin. “We’re just getting started…” the slick haired Latino uttered. “You said we get to do anything we want with you, Fresa! Te crees muy muy… why don’t you show us how much of a whore you are by giving us a show?”

Max’s mood shifted from the calm afterglow of orgasm to a sour disdain for the man who just fucked her. She had done the deed for all three of them and now this jerk was demanding more! She turned and reached out to grab him; ready to flip him over and break his good leg, but then remembered her ‘protector’ standing by the door. No good would come of making a scene out of this. She needed to stick to her role as a willing hostess if she wanted any shot at reaching her target. Still, she made sure to grip Julio’s arm firmly enough to remind him that she could hurt him if she wanted to. That was enough to stay his tongue. “Why don’t you have a seat and I’ll give you a good show…” Max hissed through her teeth, keeping on a thin smile for appearances.

She guided the man to the bench where her ex-boyfriend was seated while their other roommate found the room’s sound system. Brad made a music selection and it started up as he joined the others on the bend. The room dimmed and the table in the center lit up. At least in this darker environment, Max felt she could hide her humiliation a little better. Not that the thought of entertaining the three men was all that unappealing to her. They were scumbags, but that seemed to pique her in a deviant way. She had dealt with lots of scumbags in her life, with them always on the losing end. This time, she was on the short end of the stick and they were having their way with her. There was something about them getting the upper hand that stoked a burning sensation in her and prodded her to keep giving them what they wanted.

The music picked up in surround sound around the room. A slow beat with lyrics about sex and candy. Max stepped onto the table and caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror in the back of the room that she didn’t notice before. There was a glow emanating from the table that highlighted her curves from below and made her blush a little. Under the lighting, she had to admit she looked pretty good. She swayed her body to the slow melody playing on the speakers. Her eyes scanned the audience but it was hard to make out in the darkness. It felt like it was just her dancing alone in the room. Maybe that was how these rooms were designed; to give the dancers less distraction and the audience more focus. As her body swayed and the neon blue, pink and green lights bathed over her, Max started to get into the mood again. She started to caress her body and her movements became more pronounced. She swivelled her hips as she bent down to her knees, pouting her lips tantalizingly over to herself in the mirror.

“Damn… I’m going to get hard again…” Julio muttered to Darren. “Hey Brad, I could use a drink!”

“All my money’s on the table!” Brad lamented.

“Shit. Dar, you got any cash with you?”

Darren sighed and got up, rummaging for his clothes before heading out. He walked over to the exit, still cordoned off by the steelhead ‘guard’.

“I just want to order some drinks,” he explained.

The steelhead nodded over to where Brad made his music selections. “You can order through there and a girl will bring them over.”

“Oh! Great!” Darren replied, before hurrying back to enjoy the show. He explained the process to Julio, who then made his way over to the kiosk to make his order. His eyes remained trained on Max’s undulating form all the way up until he reached the machine.

Max had continued to dance throughout the whole exchange. She had worked her way down to her knees, legs parted to show her used snatch, still dripping with the men’s cum. The low tempo beats soon transitioned into heavier drumming and the pace picked up. Julio sat back with the others and grinned. “No more of your prissy shit, Brad. This is more like it!”

Max had to agree; if she was going to dance to the previous selection, she would be stuck here all night. She wanted to satisfy the guys quickly and move on to her mission. She decided to push the issue for that very same reason.

From her knees, the petite latina crawled off the pedestal she was on and toward the crowd. As she crawled forward, the lighting seemed to track her movement and followed. Taking another opportunity to spite Julio, she veered over to Darren. Her fingers slid over his pants and she could feel him bulging underneath. Pulling the fly down with her teeth, she could see her ex’s eyes look down at her with excitement. “Oh Max…” he moaned under his breath. Max shivered as she heard him call out her name. It reminded her that these men knew her outside of this club. This wasn’t some anonymous encounter. They were seeing her in a totally new, seedy neon light and it vexed her that it also excited her.

Darren’s cock popped out and wobbled around like a loose sausage. Max took the end of it between her lips and licked the tip. It was still layered in his cum. She could feel the muscles twitch and stiffen up under her ministration. She dipped her head over it and engulfed it into her mouth. Darren moaned and reeled back in his seat. The other two watched on from either side under the wash of neon. Max’s hands reached out and clasped around their exposed members as well. It didn’t take long before all three were giving her their full attention.

Max climbed up onto her ex and straddled him before lowering her body onto his hardened rod. His arms wrapped around her and caressed her back and shoulders. He looked to her adoringly as she started to rock her hips, feeling him fill her up inside. “Oh, Max…” Darren uttered, spurring Max to rock faster. She felt his hands groping her. They fondled her breasts firmly before he sucked on her tit. Max was a little taken aback by Darren’s aggressiveness; he’d never displayed this much passion when they were together. He gave her a firm slap on the ass that jolted an primal instinct in herself. She yanked his head back by the hair and pressed her lips to his, sucking out the air in his lungs. As her ex gasped for breath, Max slammed her waist against his, sinking his cock deep into her body. Darren and Max moaned in unison before Max thrust her hips against him. Three quick thrusts had her mount shaking.

“I’m going to cum!” he cried out as he desperately clung on to her.

Max pulled herself off Darren’s rocket just before it burst. She slid back to the floor and let the cascade of spunk shower over her body, basking in it’s volcanic eruption.

“Holy shit, that’s hot!” Julio cried out. The others stared on in equal appreciation. Max was too far gone to care what they thought anymore. She lay there and rubbed the cum over her skin before licking it off her fingers and wagging her index toward Brad to have his turn.

Brad stepped up obediently. The show had awakened his piece enough for Max to get up on her knees and take it into her mouth. She bobbed her head back and forth on it, slickening it up with her saliva while getting it to a harder consistency.

There was a knock on the door and the Steelhead guard checked to see who it was. Max continued to blow Brad as the waitress arrived with the drinks.

“Hey baby! Welcome to the party!” Julio called out from the seat.

Max suddenly felt self conscious again as a new person was witnessing her naked, cum soaked body as she gave head. It was a slutty scene that under any other circumstance, she would be mortified in being caught doing. At the moment though, she was in her element. She just had to reassure herself that this waitress must witness this sort of thing all the time.

“Oh, a new girl!” the waitress called out as she passed Max in order to deliver her orders. She had a melodic tone that was cheery and undoubtedly got her good tips. Max pretended to not care about her presence and gave the girl a sidelong glance and nod while maintaining her speed sucking off Brad. She could feel her presence work its way around the room, handing off drinks to the patrons. “Wow, you really dived into this, didn’t you? You must have worked this sort of scene before. Usually newbies only give a strip tease until they settle in…”

Max could feel her cheeks get hot, being thankful her mouth was full so she couldn’t reply.

“What kind of things are you willing to do, babe?” Julio asked the server.

“Oh I just deliver the drinks,” she laughed back.

“Oh come now… a place like this, you gotta be willing to do something more for the right tip…”

“What sort of tip are we talking here?”

“I got a twenty here that would love to see what you’re hiding under that top…”

Max raised an eyebrow. Where did Julio get money to tip the waitress? Suddenly she turned around to check the pile of cash they had left on the table. It was gone! She felt around on the dark surface. Sure enough, that rat swiped the cash and was going to offer it up to the new girl!

Before Max could get up and do something about it, Brad took advantage of her position, bent over the table, and inserted himself. Max gasped in surprise as her pussy made way for the man’s throbbing cock. She was about to turn around throw him off when she realized that the Steelhead was still watching. If she made a scene now, all of this would be for nothing! Despite her aggravation, she held her temper in check and bent herself lower for Brad. Leaning on the table, Max peered over to Julio and the waitress. The short haired blonde had already removed her top and was displaying it for his dark, Latino eyes. He stared at her tits hungrily while running his fingers through Max’s bills.

“What’s your name, doll?” he asked the girl.

“Charity.”

“Hah. Sure it is…” Julio smirked. “Well, Charity, how about another twenty for those bottoms?”

“Hey Julio! That’s my money!” Max cried out.

Julio turned to her and smiled, “I said you’d get the money after you did whatever we wanted. Well, you still can, or what’s left of it after Charity here gets her share…”

Max turned to the Steelhead ganger to see if he was going to do anything about this sudden bait and switch. From his expression, it seemed like he was on Julio’s side. The club gets its cut either way, so what would he care? Max growled in frustration as she tried to come up with a way to get her money back without causing a scene.

“You know what? Make it a fifty for all you have on, so long as you make it a good show…” Julio said to Charity, ignoring Max’s protests.

Charity looked over to Max, unsure. “I don’t want to be cutting in on someone else’s show…” she said. Apparently not all the workers were as cutthroat here… or maybe just not the servers.

“Relax, you’re not cutting in on anything. You’re just adding to the show… and you should be compensated for that!” Julio reasoned. He brushed his finger under the girl’s chin to lift it up to look her in the eyes. “You are a beautiful thing. You would do me a great honor if you stayed to entertain us…” Charity looked down and blushed. As she did, she couldn’t help but notice Julio’s generous endowment. “You like that? You can touch it if you want…” Julio said, noticing that she was noticing. Charity was indeed curious about the monster appendage, so she hesitantly reached out to it. The moment her finger touched it, it twitched, causing her to jump back and yelp. Julio laughed. “Don’t worry, it won’t bite…”

Charity laughed nervously and reached out again. This time she grabbed it with more confidence. “Oh yeah…” Julio moaned. “You have such soft hands…” His dick appeared to grow as she stroked it with her free hand; the other hand held the man’s drink. “Yeah… like that… why don’t you go ahead and kiss it?” Julio suggested as he leaned back on the bench armrest and counted the bills in his hands. Charity looked around nervously before looking at Julio’s fat wad. She then went down to her knees.

Max wasn’t going to take this bent over. She needed a way to get her money back from Julio. But how?

Brad was still pounding into Max from behind, but the Latina’s focus was on the interactions of the scumbag, Julio, and his latest target. There were twenty three ways she could come up with to take down the dirtbag from her position leaning on the dance table, ass jutted upward by her tip toes to take Brad’s cock. Most would leave Brad laid out as well, but he was kind of guilty by association to that jerk off. Although, that wouldn’t help her in the long term with her goal to recruit the tech expert under the Steelhead supervision. She needed to come up with a way to get her money without breaking bones.

First things first; Max needed to get Brad out of the way. She didn’t think that would be much of a challenge. It was a surprise that he’s lasted as long as he has already. Max twisted her body so she could face him, lifting her right leg up lithely until it rested on his shoulder. She pulled him in close and cooed into his ear, “Come on, sexy, give me all you got…” then planted a firm kiss on his lips.

Brad trembled and groaned. His tongue fumbled it’s way into her mouth as he gripped the table. He never expected the day to end like this and he wanted to savor every moment of it, but the sight, feel and taste of Max under him, hot and sweaty yet tender and soft. It was too much. He shuddered and held onto the table for support. His jizz oozed out of Max’s ripe pussy, sending chills up her spine as she felt the flow hit the back walls of her vagina.

Brad wanted to spend more time enjoying his proximity to this goddess of a woman, but as soon as he his orgasmic tremors were through, she pulled him off and planted him on the bench next to Darren. He stared on in awe as the sultry angel walked away, wiggling her small pert ass at him as a farewell.