Just as Max lowered her pants and kicked them off, revealing her small g-string, Sketchy couldn't take anymore. Here was Max, his fantasy, in a club for strippers and prostitutes, she must get it all the time.
Just as Max stood up straighting her back and pushing her breast out, Sketchy jumped up and grabbed her, wrapping his hands around her chest, his hands squeezing her breast.
"Hey!! get off," Max said, trying to force Sketchy off, but the room being so small, she couldn't get enough leverage to break free.
Sketchy pressed Max against the wall and with one hand, he tugged on her bra, pulling it free of a breast. Max tried to hold onto it to cover up but all she did was give Sketchy more leverage then with a rip, her bra was removed and fell to the bottom of the booth.
Now Sketchy twisted her nipples in one hand and his other hand slid under her panties, rubbing her slit.
Max continued to struggled but her struggling wasn't as strong with pleasure building in her body.
Sketchy leaned in close to Max's ear and whispered "Ive wanted this since you walked into jam, you are SO hot" he whispered, gentle bitting her ear. Max tried to thrust back with her butt to force him off but only succeeded in rubbed her arse over his growing erection.
Soon her juices wore dripping over Sketchy's fingers, and her struggles had almost disappeared. Now moans escaped Max's lips instead of insults. With yet another rough tug her panties wore ripped off and fell to the floor.
In the back of Max's mind a voice screamed at her to fight, here she was naked except her boots, her underwear ripped on the floor, and a co-worker which she often thought of as slime was busy squeezing her breast and sticking his fingers in her pussy. But also part of her mind said to stay, and enjoy it, this dirty feeling. |