Opportunity knocks.

Crash was packed. Filled to near capacity and Max could barely make her way through the crowd of people without another person's body rubbing and grinding against her over sensitized skin.

"Hey!"

Max's glanced quickly at the man then back to the floor. Ignore him, ignore everyone, she told herself. Get to the other side of the bar and find Cindy.

"Lemme buy you a-"

Max didn't let the man finish and hurried away before she could do something she would regret. Finally she had pushed her way through the denser pack of people and made it to the bar. Her eyes scanned the back tables where her friends normally hung out.

"Damnit," she muttered under her breath. Cindy was nowhere to be seen. From where she stood, she had a good view of over half the bar. Cindy had to be here somewhere, hopefully just trying to pick up some blonde chick a few tables away.

Max's search stopped though as she noticed three men sitting around one of the far tables, their eyes trained on her. Immediately her body tensed, years of military training told her to run. Too many unknowns, the men could be anyone, they could be threats. But Max's mind was already clouded by the effect of the heat.

Three good looking men, familiar looking men, they probably posed no harm. Probably only wanted what most men wanted from her. Max could feel the blush turning her cheeks warm and red. Her heat riddled mind drifting to the thoughts of what those three men could do to her.

It felt like she was staring back at them for hours, a goofy looking smirk on her face. Finally her sluggish mind remembered why they seemed so familiar. They were the friends of the man she was just with. The man she left pants down and **** in the back alley.

Max let out a soft chuckle at the thought of the three of them finding their friend half naked face first in the muddy back alley. She glanced back towards them, yep, that's who they were, probably just trying to figure out what happened to their buddy.

Maybe it was best if she went over and told them. She could take them out back too, show them what had happened. They seemed like nice enough fellows, they could probably finish what she had started with their friend. Max bit down on her lip, her breathing heavier than normal. She had never been with three men at the same time before. She could almost feel all of their hands on her body, exploring every inch of her. She wouldn't be able to stop them like she had with their friend. They would fuck her in every hole and she'd just have to take it. She'd have **** but to let them use her, fuck her until she couldn't take anymore.

No! The little self control Max still had left screamed out at her. She tore her gaze away from the three men and quickly spun around. Sitting forcibly on the bar stool that was behind her, making she her back was too the three men. What the hell was she thinking, she mentally berated herself. Did she really have so little control that she was contemplating being gangbanged in Crash's back alley.

"Gah!" she let out a frustrated grunt. Coming into Crash was a mistake, Cindy was nowhere to be found, and now she was surrounded by dozens of willing men. She should have just ran off when she had the chance.

"What's buggin ya'?"

"Huh?" Max's head snapped up, surprised by the voice. She was greeted by a questioning look from Charlie, Crash's bartender.

"What's buggin ya'?" Charlie repeated, his voice oddly clear through loud music that filled the club. He was familiar with Max and the rest of the JamPony gang, had talked to her a few times before in passing. The whole JamPony crew was one of Crash's more regular customers. He considered them all friends, and if he could give one of them a helping hand or some good advice he would.

"It's nothing Charlie," Max replied, hiding her face in her hands, not trusting herself to even look at another male. "Girl problems," she added lamely, those two words were usually enough to scare away any man.

"Oh, heh," Charlie chuckled, an uncomfortable smile on his face. "Can't help ya there." Silently thanking god as another customer called out for a pitcher of beer, giving him an out to the awkward situation.

Peaking a look out from underneath her hands Max watched as Charlie turned his back and made his way down the bar. She couldn't help but stare, her eyes following the older man's every move. He was mid forties, lean and strong, probably worked hard labor for the most of his life.

Max squirmed in her chair, her blood once again beginning to boil, her pulse quickening as she watched the man hand off a pitcher of beer. Images of bending over the bar flashed before her eyes. Charlie's rough, strong hands wrapping around her waist holding her down as he teased her soaking wetness.

"Ohgod," Max softly moaned against her hand. Her eyes darted up to the clock that hung above the bar. Only twenty minutes till last call. She could just wait here, wait until everyone had left. She doubted Charlie would have any objections to her plan, what man would"

Ripped from her thoughts, Max jumped slightly in shock, taken by surprise by a hand clumsily landing on her shoulder. Immediately she was bombard with the smell of ****, and the unique scent of a male.

"Maxxsh!" Sketchy slurred out, leaning heavily against Max. "Wheres you been allsh night""

"Sketchy..." Max said looking up at her drunken friend. Groaning as his weight swayed against her. Why did it have to be Sketchy.