Max has to comply.

It was 9:00pm on a Thursday evening. Max was in the passengers sea of Paul Gibbons silver Cressida watching the buildings fly by as she drove toward Chris Florien’s home. There was an awkward silence in the car. Gibbons face was stern, but it was his eyes that showed his true emotions. They were tired and deflated without any kind of sparkle. There was a beep of his cell vibrating in his pocket, which he took out and answered.

“Hey, Jen”...

“Working late. Gotta see the local DA about one of the guy’s cases”, he half lied.

“I’ll be home late”...

“I know. Yeah, yeah”...

“I love y”... “See you later Jen.”

Max saw the tears welling up in his eyes.

“I’m sorry”, she began.

“Don’t talk to me”, Gibbons said running his hand through his fading hair looking straight ahead as he drove.

“Look his blackmailing me too, I”, she stopped talking.

Gibbons looked into her soft doe eyes seeing the distress in them. He pumped the breaks and the car rolled to a stop.

Gibbons looked at the house outside, “We’re here.”

A cold draft blew down the street as Max exited the car. Gibbons had already walked up the steps and rung the doorbell. A short man in his late thirties opened the door. He wore spectacles and had beady eyes and a long face.

“Paul, fancy seeing you here at this hour.”

“Hey, Chris, can we talk?”

Chris looked over Gibbons’ shoulder at the babe approaching, “Friend of yours?”

Gibbons **** a smile, "You better believe it, at my age I need to surround myself with good company.”

Chris stared at Gibbons questioningly, surely this couldn’t be the blameless chief of police he knew. But another look at Max clouded his judgment. “Why don’t you come in.”

Max and Gibbons walked into Chris’ home, it was smart, and well decorated. “Like a scotch?”

“A double,” came Gibbons reply, Max nodded that she’d take the same. They watched Chris leave the room then they both headed to strategic places in the living room and planted small cameras.

Gibbons sat on the couch with Max walking toward him. She slipped into his lap putting her arms around his neck. Gibbons swallowed loudly as he felt Max’s warm body on him, his mind suddenly flooded with the memories of how good it felt fucking her, his cock rapidly growing in anticipation.

He slipped his hand under Max’s tank top groping at her soft tits, her nipples quickly standing erect warming under his touch. She undid his belt and reached in gripping his erect cock freeing it from the confines of his trousers. Max kissed him, opening her mouth as there tongues slid over each others, she kissed fiercely, passionately, nipping at his lips, allowing his to suck on hers. His lips rubbed against hers before sliding down her neck, soft groans escaping them as her dainty hands ran up and down his throbbing cock.

There was the crash of glass and they both looked up as Chris Florien stood gawking at them.

Gibbons ran the thin tank top up Max’s body exposing her perfect tits to Chris.

“She can’t keep her pants on”, he smiled.

“Wanna join in?”