My apologies for the long absence, wish I could promise I'd be updating regularly but I've been having tons of internet problem. Hopefully this story will make up for it.-INYOTEF ;)
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Even though the momentary satisfaction had provided some relief, the yearning was still very much present, and hooking her arm in Bytchkov's with his hand on her lower back was only causing the desire to build all the more rapidly. Max bit her lip as the two of them moved through the club trying to behave like the tart she was pretending to be...
The idea was that she would act as if she were escorting Bytchkov home for the evening, and considering that this was his strip club, that shouldn't be too hard she thought, but then again...
"Mr. Bytchkov", Max recognised the approaching man as the bouncer from the employee entrance.
"I'm on my way out Tyrese", Bytchkov replied.
"Mr. Petrovic and Mikhail are lying out cold in your office!"
"What!"
Max smiled to herself, Bytchkov was quite the actor. Still she didn't have time for this, her body was hot, and being in a strip club while in heat was stupid enough! She didn't think, she just acted, she drove her palm into Tyrese's nose taking the 220 pound man out with a single blow, his nose gushing blood as he fell to the ground.
Bytchkov's eyes bulged, then came the scream of a nearby stripper.
"Fuck", Max muttered as she picked up three more bouncers moving in to investigate the commotion. She grabbed Bytchkov by the arm and pulled him through the crowd.
BLAM! BLAM!
The gunshots caused a panic of screams to ripple through the club. Max turned to see Mikhail standing with a smoking gun in the air on the upper floor...
"Clubs closed, everybody fucking out, NOW!"
Max moved faster heading toward the door before Mikhail could pick them out of the crowd.
"Yarrgh!" the bouncer at the door groaned as Max slammed her fist into his groin, and as he lurched forward she tossed him over her back. She pushed the door open and pulled Bytchkov along with her into the midnight air. Max scanned for the area where she left her bike...
"MAX, HEY MAX!" PEEP! PEEP!
Max looked to the screaming and car horn sounds, Eric was calling her over to an old rusted, busted up Toyota. Max smiled pulling Bytchkov toward the car, they got in and Eric sped off in a backfire of black exhaust smoke. Max looked back as Mikhail came out of the club with four goons still looking for her and sighed in relief.
*
"Shit Maxie, do you like, just attract trouble, I mean what the fuck?" Eric complained as he struggled with the sticky gear, still speeding down the street.
"You can slow down, they're not following us", Max said, ignoring the outburst, "Thanks, by the way."
"Who the hell is this", Bytchkov asked from the back seat, "it is man you were fucking in my club..."
"Who are you, you work for Eyes Only?" he yelled at Eric.
"Hey shut it!" Max yelled, not wanting Eyes Only mentioned around Eric, but it was too late.
"What? Eyes Only, shit Max, you're part of the Eyes, fucking, Only informant net!" Eric asked, shocked
"Who are you?" Bytchkov asked Eric.
"I'm her boyfriend dude."
"No, his not," Max snapped.
"Shit, it all makes sense, you jumping and swimming to Sedro island, the weird dude that called me, and now this shit in the club..."
"Eric, shut up!"
"Where are you taking me? If Petrovic or Hady finds me..."
"Yeah Max, where the fuck are we going, you put my life in danger?" Eric whined.
"I didn't put you in danger, you chose to yell out to us..."
There's a safe house in the sector, we're heading there," She finally replied.
*
The safe house was an old hotel that Eric pulled up along side. "Eric stay here," Max said opening the car door.
"What, are you kidding me?"
"You can look out for any trouble," Max smiled making Eric feel all brave.
She got out of the car feeling the droplets of rain, sighing as it provided some relief to her burning flesh. She and Bytchkov entered the hotel.
The clerk was a heavily tattooed guy in his twenties with piercings in his face, he looked up from the comic he was reading as the couple entered, his eyes immediately falling on the stunning young woman. Max leaned over the counter, hormones immediately responding to the hot stare the man was giving her, she flashed a seductive smile, "room 24."
"Eh,-eh-yeah, I got the call..."
He fumbled with the keys strewn across the counter for the one with the numbered tag he was looking for. Finding it he handed it to the smoulderingly beautiful woman, trying to feel her soft hand as he did. The simple touch was enough for Max to become aroused and she gulped.
She quickly took the key and turned away from the guy.
*
Bytchkov looked around at the cockroach infested room and sniggered. Max saw his reaction, "sorry, murder and prostitution pays a lot better than morality."
"Fuck you bitch, in my world it is kill or killed," he said sitting on the bed...
"Petrovic and Mikhail are monsters, they will not just kill me, they will kill my wife and my daughter in old country. But your Eyes Only gave me word that he would bring my family to America and find us new names, and new lives in New York..."
There was just a hint of a smile on Sergei Bytchkov's weary face, "I want to show my little Anya Statue of Liberty."
Max almost felt sorry for him, "Hey," Bytchkov looked up at her, "If Eyes Only makes a promise, he delivers, kay. You just worry about holding up your end, and I'll keep you alive."
"So, you gonna get down and dirty with me for now baby?" Bytchkov sniggered.
Even heat wasn't enough to get Max to ignore the disgust of a man who had just spoken of his family and baby girl trying to get in her pants, "Errgh," she sniggered in disgust pulling her face.
"I'll be in the room across the hall; you come in there and your life's not in danger, trust me, it will be!" with that Max left Bytchkov in his room.
*
Max sat crouching on the roof of the hotel looking down into the surrounding alleyways. She had changed into her usual skin tight black outfit and leather waistcoat. Not one who slept much, she had checked the perimeter three times in as many hours for any sings of danger. Dow below in the street was Eric's car, Eric himself, sprawled out and snoring on the back seat.
Max caught the movement out of the corner of her eye, her senses peeking, she heard the footsteps scurry down the alleyway. Her binocular and night vision allowed her to clearly see the two men padded with heavy body armour and assault riffles make their way to the hotel. She could tell by the way they moved that they were soldiers, probably mercenaries hired by Bytchkov or Hady.
She leapt off the roof, dropping down the five stories and landing silently behind the men. She then gripped the one mercs neck in a head lock clutching tightly in a sleeper hold; he struggled for a moment before he passed out. Max placed him on the ground and turned to his friend...
"Hey," she whispered at him.
The shocked merc turned around training his gun on her ready to squeeze the trigger, but Max moved in a blur disarming him and pointing his own riffle at him. The stunned soldier raised his hands behind his head in surrender.
"Take off your helmet," Max ordered.
He pulled the chin strap loose then pulled off the helmet he wore and tossed it aside, Max smiling looking at his pretty boy face and baby blue eyes.
"Now your clothes," she barked.