Christmas in the Heir (A Locktime Holiday Original)

Christmas in the Heir (A Locktime Holiday Original) by bennygrimm

"Thanks so much for coming by. Hopefully it wasn't too bad not having Max here," she says, sincerely.

You brush it off and tell her it woulda been worse without such a pleasant tour guide, and she blushes.

"By the way...if you don't have other plans, maybe you could come to the Christmas party tonight-- it's okay if not!" she seems anxious, and you're kinda floored that a woman who looks like Abby would ever get nervous about rejection.

"Like as your date?" you ask, confidently.

Abby blushes more. "Whoa, tiger. Slow down. You're a shareholder. I'm sure it's okay for you to come...but...maybe like a date." She giggles. "Why don't we say 'as my plus one?'" you smile back. She writes her number down on a scrap of paper and tells you to text her so she has yours. Then she texts you her address, just a block from here.

"Come to my place at 7:30 and we can pregame a bit while I get ready?"

"It's a da---plus one!" you say, and you both laugh.

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On your walk back to the motel you stop at a liquor store to grab a half pint of whiskey for your *own* pregame. You text Abby to ask about what to wear, and what she likes to drink.

She says she likes Rye, so you pick up a larger bottle of a good brand to bring with you to her place. You decide to get a pack of condoms too. Just in case.

You note that it's already 5:45 by the time you get back to the motel, so you decide you're not going to have time to jerk off, which is frustrating given how hot every woman in this town seems to be!

You call Kenzie and tell her what you've learned today, and about Max's no-show, but that you'll be at the party tonight and fill her in later.

You take a shower, do your manscaping, and send a couple emails while getting dressed. The party is "dressy casual" according to Abby, so you put on one of your nicer suits, but decide to wear sneakers with it. It's a look, for sure.

You take two deep swigs of the smaller bottle of whiskey, and pour the rest into a pocket flask, then you make your way to Abby's place, feeling confident in the brisk evening air.