Max will be blackmailed.

The room was small and Max found it very uncomfortable to be in with two cops that smiled at her like these two. Especially that guy she knew as Frank who had a large grin on his face. What a pleasure it would be if she could erase it with a brick.

“Ok. What do you want?” Max grunted. She had a bad feeling but was also angry. Was it not enough that they had **** her? They had injected her a **** that caused her to enjoy every minute of it, but to Max it was still ****.

“Feeling ok?” Frank replied. His partner was blocking the door and stared at Max with a look that she made feel like she was stark naked. Instinctively she covered her breasts and her crotch with her arms.

“What do you mean?” snarled Max.

Frank faked a smile as he placed one of his dirty boots on a stool. “You have no withdrawal symptoms? I think a junkie like you-” he starts.

“What the hell do you mean? I'm no goddamn junkie! How dare, you” shouted Max enraged.

“Shut up, bitch!” the other cop shouted. He unfastened a device from his belt and showed it to Max. “This is a **** indicator. I'm sure if we test your blood we will find residue of a highly prohibited ****. That alone will be enough to arrest you. We can arrest you,- here and now where your friends, colleagues and your boss will see it, and send you to jail for a long time.”

“Yeah! A wonderful prison where little sluts like you will make many new friends. I bet within two weeks all your holes so wide that a truck can turn in them.” added Frank with a smeary grin.

Max stood there with open mouth, having no words to answer. This was the worst extortion she could imagine. She would lose her job and she had no problem to believe they really would stick her in prison. Those damned pigs! Max swallowed hard.

“What do you want?” she murmured hoarsely.

Frank smiled broadly. “That's better. We want nothing special from you. We only want to invite you to a little party tonight. You will come to the old Hilton Plaza at 8pm; we will get you there and drive to the party. Later we will bring you back, - I promise. - Ah, and don't wear something expensive. It's a small, simple party.”

Max felt sick. She didn't need much of an imagination to figure out what they would consider a party. But what could she do? Her only chance was to play along for now, and hope she could figure out a way out later. But for now she had ****, so she nodded silently.

“Good choice. You will have fun, believe me. Be on time, I don't like to wait, not to mention the withdrawal symptoms aren't very pleasant. I wouldn't want you to go through anything unpleasant.”

Max lifted slowly her head as she heard what Frank said. This could not be! But a look in his face with the diabolical grin gave her the creeps. Her knees wobbled.

“Yes, little Slut. The **** you consumed is highly addictive. You probably don't believe us but later tonight you will. But hey, - there's no Problem. Come to meet us and we gave you the next shot and all you problems will vanish. And think of the fun you will have.” Both cops chuckled at Max's shocked face. They opened the door and leaved the Room. Frank shouted back. “Seems, that we made a mistake. Sorry, Miss Guevara.” Then they left the lobby.

She felt the eyes of all the employees on her. Quickly she left the supply room and went back to work. She seemed find but on the inside she was scared, she couldn't help but worry about what tonight’s party held for her.