The Bi-State Area

Chapter 50: Liliana’s payoff

Max had the most grueling two days of his life. He didn’t go back to the apartment for two days. He kept the cage on for an entire day. It wasn’t until Dixon felt he had received enough punishment that she let him go.

Finally feeling the relief, he knew he still couldn’t touch her. He could only wait for her say-so. Luckily, he didn’t need to wait long. She allowed him to fuck Mira. No requirements.

It could be said to be Max’s happiest time. He fucked Mira with reckless abandon while Mark watched. As a form of respect for their relationship, he did wear a condom.

Mira and Mark were an actual couple. It was written in the agreement, and Max didn’t mind. He was sure he was clean. One of the things he insisted on was ensuring that no matter what client he had, he had to see a clean bill of health.

When he finally cum, he felt like he was emptying everything he could. When he pulled out, he was kind of amazed to see the semen spilling from the condom. It wasn’t broken; it was just too much.

After those two days, rather than being drained like with Liliana, he felt nourished. The thought came to him that Liliana might be a demon. Why would he feel nourished with them, but drained with her?

He shook his head; whether there were supernatural things in this world, it was none of his business.

He stepped out of the hotel and into the sunlight. His clothes had been hanging in the hall area, and he hadn’t worn them since he arrived. He had showered and was looking forward to heading home.

He took out his phone to call a taxi and saw an incoming call. It was Liliana.

Max furrowed his brow. Didn’t she say the money would be transferred? Why is she calling him?

Regardless, he answered, "Hey Lily. What’s up?"

"Max," she answered cheerfully. "I’m calling because I wanted to meet you and thank you. Also, my elders want to see you. I was wondering if you could come to the apartment. I can send a driver to you if you need it."

"It’s fine, I’ll be there in thirty minutes."

With that, he hung up. He looked down at the clothes he was wearing. It was definitely not something Liliana would approve of, but he didn’t have the time to go back to the apartment and then see Liliana.

So, thirty minutes later, Max arrived at Liliana’s apartment. When he knocked on the door, Liliana opened it. He entered and was greeted with five pairs of eyes.

He stopped in his tracks. He scanned each person in the room. He assumed that these were her parents and grandparents. He remembered he met her mother the last time. But he wasn’t sure who the extra man might be.

Liliana walked over to the man and stood beside him. She held his hand.

OH!!! So she found a boyfriend?

"Everyone, this is Max. Max, these are my parents, grandparents, and my fiancé. They watched the video and wanted to thank you for everything you did."

Max kept his expression as steady as he possibly could. Inside, he was freaking out. He couldn’t understand what kind of family this was. They sat there and watched their daughter get fucked over and over.

Not to mention the parents. Even the fiancé watched. What kind of man is this? And if she had a fiancé, why didn’t he help her this entire time? Why would he need to spend two years doing this if she already had a fiancé?

He took a breath to steady himself. "Hello, everyone. It’s nice to meet you. And you don’t need to thank me. I’m only doing what I was hired to do. I’m glad she’s feeling better."

Liliana’s fiancé stepped forward and reached out his hand for Max to shake it. Max took it.

"I appreciate everything you’ve done. It’s been hard on us seeing Lily like that for so long. I’m especially grateful that you could show her that sex doesn’t have to be scary. After spending time with you, she was willing to try with me again."

Max heard this and couldn’t help asking, "You two were together before?"

He knew Liliana wasn’t a virgin. But hearing that, he had to ask himself again: if she had a fiancé, why was he necessary?

"Yes. It’s just," he cleared his throat. "Some things happened, and she was afraid to try with me. We thought that since you had the smaller penis, she could try with someone smaller before we tried again."

This sentence threw Max for a loop. Is nine inches of dick not dick anymore? Where was it small? What is this guy packing? An elephant trunk?

He wanted to compare, but he thought against it. If he was bigger than nine inches, it was best if he didn’t know anything else.

It was also because of this comment that he learned they had tried other men before. They hadn’t gotten to the point of intercourse. It was during the interview process.

The interview was mainly Liliana asking certain questions and taking measurements and health checkups. He was the largest of the group. The length and width were ideal, and all the other scientific mumbo jumbo made him an ideal fit for Liliana’s recovery.

The conversation lasted a little more than an hour. He learned many things he hadn’t known before and had new insight into everything.

They also made it clear that now that Liliana was cured, they would no longer need his services. This was within his expectations.

Lastly, they talked about the money. It was calculated based on the number of orgasms, how many times they changed positions, and whether Max had an orgasm.

Based on their own observations, Liliana had an orgasm at least 3.5 times more than Max during that period. Max spending the entire night with her and letting her have her fill was also a factor.

In the end, he received a little over $300,000. Part of this was the money for breaking the contract early. But since it was almost time for the contract to end, the fee wasn’t much.

When Max heard the number, he almost jumped for joy. It was enough; it was more than enough. Getting that much money from almost being milked dry, he was fine with it.

When he left Liliana’s apartment, he was beaming, completely radiant. But he managed to keep himself together until he went to his apartment.

He didn’t care about how loud he was. All he cared about was the fact that he was officially not drowning in debt.