Max tries to investigate

Closing her eyes, to block out that damn smile on Gina’s face, quiet clearly telling her something along the lines of ‘I told you so’, and just enjoy the sensations of the remaining effects of the orgasm, her hot, naked body tingling as she lay on the rough concrete floor of this guy Freddy’s house, between two giant steel doors.

As one of these doors, having just been audibly unlocked, was being pushed open, the sound of which filling the room just as the sound of it being unlatched had, and making Max open her eyes once more when it bumped against the wall, fully opened.

“You sure know how to pick ‘em, Gina!” the man, Freddy, emerging says as he looks down at the beauty on the floor, his load still on her angelic face. “So, what’s the fuck’s going? What’s the deal here?” he presses on, turning his head to look at Gina, leaning his quite substantial frame against that of the door, “Not even you, as depraved a slut as you are, could use what you got last time in only half a week.”

“Yeah, well-“ Gina starts, her smile now gone as neither of the two pay any attention to Max, “You see, hot-lips here wanted to see where I got the stuff from…”

“Christ! And you thought it’d be a good idea to drag her here?” Freddy snaps.

“No, but despite what you see,” Gina says – Max had now closed her eyes again and just lay splayed out, breathing deeply, having decided to succumb to the desires of her body for the time being, feeling drained of strength and lying here was a good as standing naked next to a man whom she blew before seeing anything but his eyes and his cock, having a conversation with Gina in which Max didn’t seem to have any part, embarrassment washing over her body too – “She can be very insistent, and quite persuasive! She’s the one that ran Fisher out town…”

“Really?” he asks, looking down at the slut, seemingly in a blissful state and with his thick cum stretching across her face, “She ran that perv off? Scared that doctor from making his videos for weeks?”

“Yes!” Gina replies, “She’s having a hard time accepting being a slut, and she can be really feisty – especially when no one gets her off, I think…” she mumbles the final bit.

Max opens her eyes and looks at the two sets of eyes above her, making eye contact with Gina and sends her a glare when that smile starts to reappear.

“Alright, come on inside,” Freddy sighs, “- but I don’t need any trouble, okay Gina?” he says, rather forcefully, before turning and disappearing inside after Gina’s affirmative nod.

“Come on Maxi!” Gina grins, clapping her hands together once before holding them out to her, as if calling on an obedient dog to jump into her arms, further fueling the feeling of humiliation and rage inside of Max – though the feeling of sexual heat and tension tingling all over her exposed body was still far greater.

Getting to her feat, Max looks over her shoulder at her discarded clothes as Gina walks inside, holding hand with Max, who let’s her guide her.

Entering the house, Max follows in tow of Gina, heading down a hall, past a couple of rooms and into the only lit room, a living room turned laboratory, or the other way around.

“So, this is where you make that ****?” Max asks, stepping towards a table by the side, a collection of glass (beakers, flask, tubes and such) sits along with several pieces of paper and some books spread across the tabletop. “That PW or GW… Bliss?” she asks as she reach the table, her breathing ragged as she asks her questions, the hands of Gina – as naked as herself – runs over her body, one hand trailing over her naked skin as she steps past her to look at the content on the table, over her round bottom and her thigh, before moving in front of her, roaming towards the inside of her thighs.

“Yeah,” Max hears from the other side of the room.

Max lets out a gasp as she moves some scribbled note, seeing a print of some formulas underneath, the set of soft hands roaming her body, one trailing along her hips and one grasping her naked breasts, the warm mouth of Gina locking onto her naked shoulder – warm, wet lips kissing the skin.

“This is tryptophan?” Max mumbles, recognized the C, H, N and O in the formula, having routinely taken the **** ever since she escape many years ago, a necessity to control her seizures now that Manticore didn’t keep there genetic miscalculation in check.

“More or less, it’s very similar!” Freddy replies, sounding a lot more interested after hearing her recognize some of the formula, “You know chemistry?” he asks.

“Something like that…” Max says, before groaning out loud, Gina’s fingers dipping between her legs.

“You’re not looking to take over my business now, are you?” Freddy inquires, “Cause let me tell you, you can forget about that! You need something else to make the magic happen!” he boasts, “Get some stuff from this dude that worked for the government, affects your brain like you wouldn’t believe it!” he grunts, laughing.

Max believed him, and as she looked back at the last couple of months she also realized that she hadn’t experienced any seizures – but if the price was a permanent state of heat, a glass of milk or those damn food supplements was perhaps preferable. She wondered what else was used in the ****, thinking if his government contact had a connection to Manticore.

All of these thoughts fell from her mind as she turned around, ready to further quiz Freddy. Gina’s hands falling onto Max’s hips, giggling as she looks at the expression on her face, staring at the dealer, sitting there, as naked as the two girls, idly stroking his hardening member.

“There’s that look again,” Gina whispers in her ear, stepping to the side and moving her arm around Max, guiding her forward a little, hands finding her hips once more, this time from behind her, leaving nothing between Max and the dealer.