The men make it out of the club

"How we gonna get her out of here?", asked one of the men.

The man underneath Max stood up placed her on the table, his still erectic pole standing out like a flag pole. He looked around and noticed a fire exit. "Ok i got an idea.", he said.

Max still lay on the table, still in bliss, as she came down from the best orgasm she has had in a long time. The leader pulled off his jacket and wrapped it around Max. While a third man headed over to the fire exit.

The first man picked up Max and wrapped the jacket around her, covered her torso but nothing else. The man over at the fire exit nodded then pushed the door open. Alarms started blaring through the club as people started panicking and ran for the exits.

The group of man grabbed Max and disappeared into the crowd. Frank knew this was going to be a bad night when he let those people do that chick on the table. People pushed past him as he failed to notice the same group of men from the table, make there way past him, Carrying Max as they went.

Finally the group was on the street, the 3 men who wore originally fucking her plus 4 of the spectaors now all gathered around Max.

"Ok now what, we got here out but where to now?"asked another man.

Meanwhile at the club Sketchy and Normal ran out of the build. "Hey you see Max or Alec anywhere?"asked Sketchy.

"No, they better not die or ill have to hire 2 new employees", replied Normal.

Alec on the other hand was watching Max the entire time. And he saw her being carried out of the club and into the street, where she was surrounded by 7 men.