“Of course, stupid. How long do you think I've got? Let's f**k 'em and throw them the hell out of here.”
“Are you crazy?” Max looked up at him abruptly. “Maybe. And maybe you were crazy for pulling this gun on me while I was disciplining the girls. But now that I have it, you'll do my bidding, Mr. Impresario.”
There was a long silence during which a trickle of fresh blood made its way to the point of Max's jaw somewhere above his ear.
Jack swallowed, unaccountably somewhat less certain of himself now. “Okay, pick or don't pick. You'll f**k the one whose cunt is in your face. Frances, pull of the bastard's clothes and straddle him, or so help me I'll kill you all.”
Reluctantly, Frances began undoing his clothing without help or resistance from Max. The bleeding had not completely stoppe
