Christmas in the Heir (A Locktime Holiday Original)
Max starts rubbing your thigh, and, completely unprompted, slips her hand into your waistband, rubbing your balls with her soft hands to the rhythm of the music.
"I want to talk to you again about your plans for your 'hostile takeover,'" she says, smirking.
You would've done a spit-take if you'd had a drink in your mouth. Did she know?
"My grandfather would never want the company to be dissolved, or, more importantly, for people to lose their jobs."
A dancer comes over to both of you, and kisses your neck.
This was *not* a conventional strip club.
"Lapdance?" she asks.
"No th--" you begin, but Max interrupts.
"Lapdances are on the house as long as you're with me,"
"Max, that's very generous, thank you, but...my situa––"
"He'll take one."
You're predicament makes this ceaselessly arousing but relentlessly frustrating. You can't argue *too* hard, because you don't want Max to disappear again...