She doesn't get far

„Max!“

As she darted towards the exit, she heard Sketchy’s voice calling after her, but she ignored it. She needed to get out of this place. Too many men! It was unbearable! She reached to foot of the stairs, where she almost collided with an overweight man, fifteen years her senior. The sheer sex appeal of the drunken slob made her knees weak. She let out an audible whimper, her molars clenched so tightly she felt like they might shatter, yet she managed to push past him.

She rushed up the stairs, almost running in her desperation, holding her breath until she reached the heavy steel door at the top.

“Max, wait!”

Ignoring her friend, she burst through the door. She almost sobbed when the clear, cool air of the Seattle night washed over her. Staggering across the small backyard in front of Crash’s entrance, she gulped the air down, had to brace against the dirty brick wall to steady herself. That had been a close one! She didn’t know what she had been thinking, heading into a goddamn bar in her state of mind. Then again, she knew: she hadn’t been thinking at all and now her pussy was all but shivering with unbridled excitement.

Her ears perked up when the heavy door behind her opened. “Max?!”

She groaned. Sketchy, that dumb goofball.

“Leave me alone, Sketch!” she shouted without looking as she pushed on. She pulled her leather jacket closed around her body in a subconscious self-soothing move. Her head was spinning as she made her way towards the small side alley where she had parked her motorbike earlier, the heels of her leather motorbike boots clicking on the dirty asphalt. Why couldn’t he just leave her alone, go back to drinking? That dumb, dumb man!

She made it to the corner and turned into the alley, spotting her bike and heading towards it. Fumbling for her keys, she was ready to jump on top of it when she sensed Sketchy follow her into the alley.

“Max, are you alright?”

She whined, the sense of his mere presence causing her legs to feel like Jello. Biting her lip, she reached for her bike. Then, a hand wrapped around her bicep, stopping her dead in her tracks.

“Max! Goddamned!”