Two months later

Lost in thought Max sat alone at the corner table in ‘Crash’. Absently she swayed her half-full glass of beer, observing the swashing, yellow liquid inside. The bass from the big music boxes thumbed through the big main room and there were several couples dancing wildly on the dance floor, but Max didn’t feel like joining them. As usual there had been a couple of guys who hit on her, but she had managed to get rid of them as fast as possible.

It had been almost two months now since her embarrassing, yet arousing encounter with the perverted old doctor and his friends and since then Max had done her best to keep her life on track, acting like nothing had changed.

She looked up to watch Original Cindy over by the bar, flirting with a pretty redhead with a cute little ass, her hand on the other girl’s thigh. A little half-smile curled Max’ pouty lips. She had managed to keep the events of that night away from them, even her best friend had no clue what she had done.

It hadn’t been easy. She had to wear the cap permanently for several days until finally the ‘WHORE’-writing paled and disappeared. Subconsciously Max reached up and gently stroked the soft skin of her forehead where Gina had written the insult.

Normal had given her shit when she first came back to work, once more he had shouted and had made her work over-time and had threatened to fire her if she “ever dared to be a single minute late ever”. But she had handed him the envelope Miller had given her and whatever the old doc had written, it had worked. Since that day Normal was acting strange. He wasn’t only weirdly friendly to her, giving her light packages and easy routes, he even had raised her salary. Plus, since then he always seemed to stare at her in a way he never had. She could feel his eyes on her ass every time she turned around. Max bit her lip as she remembered how one time, a couple of days ago, when she had been the last at Jam Pony, she had used the showers at the work place and just as she had bent over to lather up her legs and her wet butt had faced the door, showing off every detail of her tight posterior including both of her little holes, Normal had stumbled in. He had apologized franticly, explaining that he didn’t know that she was there and that he had wanted to fix a broken shower head, but even while he spoke he had been unable to tear his eyes away from her soaked, naked form. He had given her a day of paid holidays if she forgot about this accident. The one thing that Max thought was strange was that all the showers worked fine…

To fix her bike had been harder… She had done a little research of good garages and finally she had found one that suited her needs perfectly. A small workshop on the other side of town where no one she knew lived. It had a good reputation, which was elementary: After all, the paint job had to be done perfect.

She had drove there late, when the night gave her at least a little cover as she rode her defiled bike through Seattle’s streets and she had been in luck. She had arrived just as the owner, some middle-aged dude from the Baltics, was just about to close up. It had taken little convincing to open the shop again and let her in.

The look on the guys face as he read the carved in words on her Baby was priceless and Max would have laughed if she hadn’t been so embarrassed. He told her he could get the job done immediately, but they had to talk about the price, while he looked at her with a leering gaze.

Max had demonstratively groaned and showed her disgust, but to her horror she found that this actually turned her on. “What do you want?” she had asked.

“Well,” the man had said in his thick eastern-European accent, “You’re a little buttslut that loves it in the ass, huh? I’ll tell you something…” He had pointed to an old, run-down pin-up-poster that hung on the wall of his office. It showed a naked blonde that sat on the hood of an old mustang with spread legs, giving the camera a raunchy look. “You see that poster? I’m getting tired of seeing that blonde whore every day, so you and I will make a little photo-shoot and we’re even.”

Max had agreed. She didn’t want to humiliate herself at another garage, plus there was a good chance that they would demand the same price… Plus the chance that someone she knew would come here and see the pictures was ridiculously small.

Over the next half hour the man, he said his name was Juri, clicked away on his old camera as Max slowly and teasingly stripped out of her clothes piece by piece and posed in front of her defiled bike until she finally stood completely naked, except for the knee-high black leather boots. He liked the boots and had told her to keep them on. She saw the obvious bulge in his pants, but she didn’t mind. To be honest, she could feel how wet her pussy had become from being the center of his attention. He noticed that too and on numerous poses he made her use her fingers to spread her pussy lips apart and show of its nice, pink inside.

“Fine, buttslut,” Juri said. He kept calling her that, apparently liked it. Max was okay with it. It was better than if he knew her real name. “One last pose: I want you to bend over your bike… yes, like that… now arch your back and look back at the camera… very nice… now I want you to reach back with both hands and spread your ass-cheeks as wide apart as you can… That’s it! Show that tight little asshole of yours to the camera! Show me what a dirty buttslut you are! Every customer who comes into my office and will see this and will think: Wow, that is one sexy little anal whore!”

Then Juri had put the camera down and hastily tore of his overalls. Max hadn’t protested when he had held her upper body down and spat a thick glob of saliva directly on her exposed rosebud before entering her butt roughly. She had moaned and whimpered like a true slut as Juri pounded her ass, insulting her in a wild mix of English and his mother tongue. After she had come hard Juri had pushed her down to her knees and shot his load over her face.

He had allowed her to clean up in the little sanitary area in the back of his workshop and sleep a little in his office while he repainted her motorcycle, doing a good and thorough job. While she had lain on the little cot she came to the conclusion that she was naturally submissive and that it hadn’t been a side effect of that fucking ****…

Over the next week she had visited Juri’s garage every night after he had closed up. Every time it would be the same: without many words he would tear her clothes off, bend her over the hood of one of the cars that stood around, waiting for repair, fuck her in the ass until she came, then give her a big, sticky facial and demand that she would lick him clean. Afterwards he’d let her clean herself up before she rode off. He didn’t even bother to touch her pussy. She was a ‘Buttslut’ after all. And that’s what he called her, never bothering to ask for her real name.

This went on for a week until one night when she entered the shop she found Juri together with five of his friends, who waited for her with excited grins on their faces. For the next three hours Max got gangbanged by the men, as they used every hole of her body. She was almost permanently double-teamed, a few times even more men used her simultaneously, and when they were finally done, her holes were sore once again and her tummy was full of the cum they had made her swallow.

She had left and didn’t come back. If word came around that there was a girl that was willing to get gangbanged every night it would get quite risky for her. Juri still had his memories and the poster in his office of her, bent over her Ninja, spreading her buttocks apart and offering her asshole to every guy who visited his shop…

Max snapped back to reality as she realized that she was lazily rubbing her vagina through the fabric of her jeans. Alarmed she looked around and to her relief it seemed as if no one had noticed. She needed someone to fuck her again, since that night in the garage she hadn’t been fucked! There were times that she regretted that she kicked the “doctor’s” asses, wanted them back so they could fuck her, but at the same time she knew it had been the right call. Carlos had moved out immediately and a few days later a single mum with two adorably sweet little girls had moved in.

She saw that Cindy apparently had taken off with the redhead. Good for her. Sketchy, drunk as hell, stood at the pool table and was busy losing a week’s pay to some dude who seemed happy to exploit his **** state. And Herbal talked to a group of guys he just met, explaining the Rastafarian culture in every detail. Max decided that she could call it a night as well. She lifted her glass and quickly downed the beer, then got up from the table and moved towards the exit.

“Hey there!”

Max was completely thunderstruck when she heard the cocky, female voice behind her. She didn’t quite believe her own ears until she turned around. Her mouth fell open with surprise when she saw the girl stand a couple of feet away from her. She was dressed in a black leather catsuit that looked like it was molded to her curves. She was taller than in Max’ memory because she wore high-heeled boots. A red jacket was slung over her shoulders, the droplets of water indicated that she just had arrived. Her ink black hair was shorter than last time, cut in trendy bangs. The self-assured little smile was the same as it used to be.

“Gina,” Max hissed, still stunned. She didn’t know how to react, on one hand this girl had tricked her, on the other hand she had shown her incredible pleasure. So she just stared at the Goth girl with wide eyes.

“You want a beer?” Gina offered, lifting the pitcher she had in her left hand and the two glasses in her right.

Without saying anything Max dropped back onto her chair at the corner table. Gina pulled a second one over, sat down and filled the two glasses with beer, then slid one over the table towards Max.

Max took a big swig, then she put her glass down and looked at the other girl. “What are you doing here?”

Gina smiled. “Finding you was pretty easy… Miller knew that you worked at Jam Pony. So I went over there and after I gave your pain-in-the-ass-boss a few bucks he spilt that you and your friends like to hang out around here.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Max answered, looking deep in Gina’s green eyes, “I meant how dare you to come here after what you guys did to me?”

Gina snorted and gave her an amused look, ignoring the aggressive tone. “You’re a dangerous one, huh? I have no idea what you did to the boys, but they are scared as hell… Fisher and Carlos even left the city! But seriously: I don’t know what kind of crap they tried to pull, but while I was there we didn’t make you do anything you didn’t want! We might have tricked you, but I know that you knew what was going on! I could see in your eyes that you’re smart enough. You stayed because you loved it and you know it!”

Max swallowed hard. She felt confused as her anger blew off. She knew Gina was right. She had enjoyed it. With wide eyes she watched as Gina placed her hand on her thigh, gently stroking her through the jeans. She could feel her wet pussy responding. She needed this!

“Listen, Max, I’m letting you make a choice here,” Gina said, her eyes fixed on Max’, observing her reaction, “You can just say so and I’ll be gone… or I can stay and make this an unforgettable night for you…”

“You missed me, right?” Gina purred, “I can see it in your eyes. You miss getting fucked by me!” She leaned in and whispered the next words into Max’ ear. “You miss being my little bitch!”

Max looked away, ashamed. “I… um-…”

“Exactly…” Gina purred before she abruptly grabbed Max’ face, leaned in and pressed her lips against Max’.

“Mmmph!” Max grunted in surprise as Gina’s tongue **** its way into her mouth. After moments her resistance melted away and she lost herself into the pleasure of the sensual kiss. She really had missed this. She felt how every patron at Crash turned around to watch them, watch the two hot girls who made out in the corner. The attention of the bar turned her on even more.

Suddenly she felt Gina’s hand resting gently on her taut stomach before it slowly inched its way downwards. Her eyes grew wide when Gina’s fingers sneaked beneath the waistband of her jeans and inside her panties. She gasped as Gina cupped her soft, shaven vagina with her hand.

“Mmmh!” Gina moaned, “Nice and creamy! Just like a slut’s pussy should be…”

“Ohmi…” Max whimpered as Gina thrust two fingers into her moist tunnel while the pad of her thumb pressed against her clit. Her legs lifted automatically and her thighs clasped around Gina’s probing hand. “Please…”

“I’m going to make you cum, Maxie,” Gina whispered into her ear as she began to massage her creamy minge, “I’m going to make you cum with everyone watching!”

Max’ eyes flew open. In panic she looked around the room. It was late and it had been a quiet evening, but there were still almost twenty people in the club, mostly men, and they watched the show. Max was relieved to see that Herbal apparently had left and that Sketchy sat in a corner, slumped over and obviously passed out. But there were still plenty people left and even though Max didn’t know any names she knew a couple of them by sight. Regulars who already had tried their luck with her and had been shot down.

But now they would all see her cum. “Gina…” Max pleaded once again, holding on to the Goth chick as if her life depended on it. She was so wet by now that she imagined that she could hear the wet squelching of sounds Gina’s fingers in her pussy. Her hips bucked helplessly against the girl’s hand.

Then, suddenly, Gina pulled her hands back. With an amazed sparkle in her eyes the Goth chick looked at her fingers, shiny with Max’ juices in Crash’s dim light. Smiling at Max she stuck her fingers into her own mouth and noisily sucked them clean, then leaned in once again and kissed the breathless Max, letting her taste her own sweet essence. Applause rang through Crash as their lips parted.

Gina grinned as she looked into Max’ confused eyes. “As fun as it would be to strip you naked right here and watch you get turned into a happy little gangbang-slut once again, I want you for myself tonight. So if you wanna cum, you will come with me and we’ll go to your place. My car is parked right outside and I have a nice bag with toys that I want to use on your sweet little body lying on the back seat…”

Max couldn’t form any words, she simply nodded. Gina smiled and followed her through the club towards the stairs of the exit. Every eye in the club was glued onto them. Just as they reached the top of the stairs and Max pulled the heavy steel door open, Gina grabbed the waistband of her jeans and pulled them down, exposing her bare ass to the horny men inside the club before giving her a loud, stinging spank that made the creamy caramel-flesh jiggle, eliciting several whistles from the watching crowd.

Max jumped and yelped surprised, but didn’t dare to resist as Gina showed her off once again, but simply stepped outside the club as fast as possible and towards the luxurious black Porsche that was parked on the street, her ass still hanging out of her pants. It was only after she had made eye contact with Gina and saw a sign of permission that she dared to pull the jeans back up.