Christmas in the Heir (A Locktime Holiday Original)
Instead, you see a maid. A *really* fucking hot maid.
"Hello, sir. Ms Maxa had to leave, she left this for you," she says in an unplaceable accent, showing you a note, but not handing it to you. "I'll read please."
"Sorry to 'hit and run,' pet, but I have an important meeting this morning out of town. I won't be back until later tonight. You can make yourself at home, or you can meet me at 'The North Pole,' which is the bar on Holiday Street at 8. Moka's a really good cook, and she can make you breakfast if you'd like or call you a car, but she can't help you with that other thing. See you later on! - XOXO, Max."
Other thing? You're suddenly aware that you're nude under the covers of the bed with a smoking hot maid staring at you, holding a letter.
"Could you hand me my clothes, please?" you ask, sheepishly, and shift in the bed. Suddenly, you notice there is something _on_ your cock.
You lift up the covers, and you are aghast.
"What the hell is on my dick?"
Moka clicks her teeth thrice, smacking her feather duster against her palm.
"No, sir. Please get your own clothing! Don't use naughty language, either."
The smile reappears on her face.