Flashback to that fateful day.

It had earlier this year during the summer. Thanks to the shotty job Manticore had done when creating her she was in a miserable mood. Her heat had hit her full blast half way through her work day. She just had a few more packages to deliver before she could run home and lock herself up and hopefully avoid any more regrettable actions.

Max could still taste the cum in her mouth as she approached her last delivery. She had run into Charles and his friend a few moments ago while she was on her route. Charles was an ex Jam Pony employee that had always had a thing for Max. They had began talking about old times but somehow they had managed to end up in an alley. Max on her hands and knees as she eagerly sucked Charles off while his friend fucked her from behind. They quickly came and took off. The quick fuck was anything but memorable but it provided her with some relief from the desire, she had hoped she would be able be able to control herself long enough to finish the last package and get home.

She knocked on the door and waited, "Robert Vamkiks?" She asked as a man opened the door.

"Call me Bob," the man replied as he took the clip board she had offered to him and signed it. He looked Max over, she was wearing cargo shorts and a tank top tank top, no bra, her hard nipples poking out through the fabric, her hair pulled up in a light ponytail, she sweating slightly, half from the heat and half from her previous activities,"Sure is hot out there, this heat wave has been a real killer" he smiled at Max. "You wanna come in and have a drink?"

Max stared at the man for a moment. He must have been in his late 40's, average height with a thin frame. Max found him oddly attractive but she was sure it was just the heat. Right now she would find anything with a dick attractive.

She smiled back at him "Sure Bob, a drink would be nice." she said as she entered his home.