Aaaah...time to relax...and NOT fight (Phe'a VS The Mad Max)

(( January 5th!? I deseve death for this. DEATH!!!))

With Phe's lithe body spread over Max's sheer size, her warm breath washing against the buckle of his belt, there were only few known ways a woman can advance from this point on, and knowing Phe, Max might be a very lucky man.

Then there was a knock on the door, a loud commanding rythm, followed by an equally commanding voice. A man's voice.

"Room seeeeeeeeervice!!"

Phe's heart sunk to the pits of her stomache. She spun away from Max's pants and glances towards the door. Fear ridden across her face as she babbled.

"R-r-r-room s-s-serv-v--what!?"

((no you don't...you don't deserve death in any such sense of the word!))

Max could feel Phe's warm breath on his waist as she breathed against his belt buckle, sending quite a few thoughts through the perverted silver lover's head.

As he heard the knock and commanding voice, Max's head shot up as much as the binding would allow him, staring from the luscious figure that was Phe, to the door and back again, not sure what was going to happen.

"Room service!"

The man behind the door shouted again.

"Room S-E-R-V-I-C-E, dammit open the door!"

Strange. Room service can get annoying at times, but never this brash and outright disrespectful. Phe Doubt-o-Meter went up immediatly, as fast as her suspicious eyebrow.

"Fuck's knocking at my door!?"

"R-O-O-M SEEERVICE! OPEN UP NAO!"

The man lashed back with just as much venom. Phe gave one reassuring glance towards Max before climbing off of him, yanking up the waistline of her underwear and throwing her hair back all while she made her way to the door. The plan was to open the door, kick his ass and take the food....

"Juuuust a miiiinnute!"

Phe cooed tenderly with an evil smile.

Max could only lay back and watch the spectacle as it unfurled, tilting his head to the side enough to get as good of a view of the sultry Phe using her charms to handle the situation. He would stay silent so as not to raise any alarms to the man outside the door.

The door swings open and before her big, shocked eyes....

"YES ITS MEEE-"

*SLAM!*

The door shuts and Phe presses her back against it. Her chest heaved and her lower lip quivered. Clearly, whoever was at the door, it was NOT the room service guy. Phe's shares a nervous glance towards the man bound to her bed.

"Uh...Max?"

Max looked up extremely confused, staring right at Phe with a load of questions right in his stare. "Umm...yes?" he would ask as the confusion piled up.

"Max, you don't...have a gun....do you, by any chance?"

Phe keeps a casual tone, barely managing to keep her footing as the door seemed to push itself against her. Another loud thump attacked the door again. The things ontop of her dresser trebbled in fear. From the way the door pushed itself against her with so much force, there was something big and heavy on the other side, without a doubt.

"On second thought, a rifle would do much better....think so?"

Phe wipes a strand of hair from her face and smiled.

Max's eyes shot open, not from the question about the gun, but from the loud thumping behind the door. He thought quickly.

"If you brought my hammer and plates with us...you can use them..." he shouted at her, not even remembering if he had brought them with him when he was treading on the grounds. All he could remember was being stricken by his capturer's beauty, which was what landed him here.

"If not..then...umm...I dunno...you could always untie me and see what i can do." he said with a straight face, trying to communicate that he would not run away if set free from the bed posts.

Hmmm....untie him? That sounded like a swell idea....then, together, they can fight off that monstrisity banging on the other side of the door. A piece of her bangs fell infront of her face, but both of her hands were still too preoccupied with holding off the door.
Phe was about to speak and share an idea, but before she can utter a sound, she noticed that her room window was still open " title="Wink" />

"Max...that sounds like a great idea...but...."

Like lightning, Phe bolted across the room and leaped out the window, feet first. Seconds later, the door breaks down..and out reveals Skeebo, his stink, odorous smell also included.

The room was silent. Phe was gone. Skeebo's nostrils flared and his beady eyes looked around.

"WHERE IS SHE!!!???? SHE OWES ME MONEY!!!"

THAT NO GOOD BITCH!!!! Max thought angrily to himself. Just then the door was knocked down.

Max looked up with a dead look to his face. Was it the odor or the size that intimidated him? Either way, this guy was trouble. There was nothing Max could do about it thought as the hulk of a trash heap of muscles barged into the room.

"If you mean that lying woman who um....tied me...to...." as Max continued, his voice died down in a bit of embarrassment. "She...kinda jumped out the window...lingerie and all..."