Guards want a turn.

Max shifted nervously under the gaze of the four very large men. What the hell could they want?

"See, Miss," one of the guards began speaking. His grin growing as his eyes roamed over Max's tight little body. "Mr. Johnson, our boss, lets us have a turn with the girls once he is finished."

Max let out a soft sigh of relief. They still thought she was a hired whore, they still had no clue that their boss lay dead in his study. Typical men she thought, these guards were more concerned with getting a good fuck then protecting their employee.

One of the guards reached out, taking Max's hand in his own. Pulling her towards the small room which they had come from. "You will be compensated of course. Our boss is more than generous."

Max craned her head and looked inside the small room. It looked like a employee break room, nothing hostile or dangerous looking inside. She looked back at the men, the lust and desire clearly in there eyes.

Four athletic males, all over 220 pounds. Probably decently trained in self defense. Max was weaponless, but she still figured she would be able take all four. But it might end up getting messy, she wasn't sure if she could do it without alerting more guards to her presence.

"Come," the guard said. Lightly pulling her towards the room.

Max looked up, unsure of what to do.