Christmas in the Heir (A Locktime Holiday Original)
You know you shouldn't, but you start to peek at her photos to see if she has any "naughty selfies" and...you're in luck, there's quite a few of them.
You scroll through, and airdrop a couple to yourself before she has the mic fully set up for her speech. Even if you go home alone tonight, you can perv on the woman you're supposed to convince to sell you her company tomorrow.
The speech is actually *rather* good, and Max returns to the table, reviewing the video approvingly.
"Thanks. You want to dance?"
Max isn't *quite* the dancer Abby was, but she's good, and she *does* know how to use her body. The two of you are sweating, and grinding, and after what feels like an hour, she interlocks her fingers with yours and says the magic words:
"Wanna get outta here?"
You nod emphatically, completely failing to play it cool, as she texts someone, grabs two bright green test-tube shots off of an actual server's tray, and the two of you sneak out the back door to very little fanfare.
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A black car is waiting around back when you exit, and as the two of you get into the backseat, you text Kenzie to tell her you left the party with Max to go back to her place.
Kenzie replies with an eye roll emoji, a request that you don't fuck it up, but, you try to explain in your best drunk text that the trip has been a bit of a rollercoaster ride, so you're just telling her so that it's on the record somewhere.
"Do you party?" Max asks, snapping you out of your efforts to retort to Kenzie.
"Not in a couple years," you reply, assuming she's talking about drugs, "but I don't have anything if..."
"...Not that. Try this," she says, thrusting the test tube into your hand. You notice it looks iridescent, like the Christmas-Air fragrance concentrate. She clinks test tubes with you and says "to Christmas magic!" and downs it, and you quickly follow suit.
"What is it?" you ask, wondering how long it will take to hit you.
"The best comparison I've heard is it's like a faster-acting, milder Molly. Should hit just after we get to my place...well, for you at least, I'm kinda thinking I might be feeling it now."
She starts rubbing her thighs intensely, and then begins kissing your neck again and rubbing her fingers through your hair.