Christmas in the Heir (A Locktime Holiday Original)
After explaining your meeting with Max tonight, Kenzie tells you her intentions.
"Okay," she begins "first things first: I can't get there by eight but I'm leaving in an hour, I should be there by ten or eleven. Text me to let me know where you are then. If I can meet our heiress while she's a couple drinks in, maybe I can get her to agree to something. We can just 'promise' to keep everyone employed, do right by the town, et cetera. She'll be the villain for selling, but we're never gonna see these hicks again, so who cares? Secondly, with regard to your...other problem –– why not just use a vibrator?"
"I don't own a vibrator, and even if I did, why would I have a vibrator *with me*?" you ask, frustratedly.
"Fair point. You just seemed to like it when I used it on your big, hard, horny cock that time when you lost our bet and I made you agree not to jerk off and wear panties around the office for a week," she says in a sexy, smokey tone, and your cock literally aches in frustration.
"Kenz, please, that's not funny, my balls are ACHING," you say curtly.
Kenzie laughs a bit to herself.
"Okay, okay. You're no fun. Anyway, keep me updated on where you are, and we'll meet up later. And, assuming Ms. Saloma unlocks our little friend, I'm yours tonight."
She hangs up without saying goodbye, and your balls feel even fuller than before.
Your phone buzzes with a text message. It's Kenzie.
"Sorry, one more thing: When I say "I'm yours," I mean I'm "all yours" tonight. Anything goes.
She attached a picture, and you were almost afraid to look...it was her in a strippery school girl outfit with her tits out, and you swore you could feel precum leaking from your cockhead in the device.
You text her back: You bitch. Bring your vibrator, just in case.
KENZIE: ;-)