“ no, ” gigi answered bluntly without giving much thought to the question, shaking her head. “ i’m too possessive for an orgy. if someone cums i want it to be because of me and not anyone else. ” the control freak in her wouldn’t even allow her to think about an orgy of any kind. a threesome was pushing it. “ but i’m sure you’d easily find some willing participants around here. ”
“Listen, I appreciate the honesty. And the desire to be selfish. Possessive. Whatever." Max loved the fact that she was being so blunt, and he could seriously respect her reasoning. Frankly, it was attractive. “Yeah, I don’t think I’ll have a problem. But, hey... the offer is open for a one-on-one. I’d be lying if I didn’t say you were, uh... nightmarishly hot.”
“ does one just schedule an orgy ? ” raja asked, raising an eyebrow at max. he didn’t know if ronan decided that two or three of the escorts were supposed to cater to one client and then others joined in, or how that worked. “ the answer to your question is sure, but it depends on who’s there. ”
“Well, think about it,” Max said, laying out the evidence. “If no one schedules the orgy, then people won’t know that there’s an orgy that’s supposed to happen. And it’d be a pretty boring orgy if no one actually came. And anyway, this orgy would be for fun. Employees only, probably. That way, we don’t have to like... make a big deal out of it, and it’s not awkward.”
Elia rolled her eyes, though she was mostly teasing. “I’d just ask Chesa to block mine out indefinitely,” she grinned, answering a question that he hadn’t asked. It wasn’t that she found him unattractive per se, but it was funny to kick his ego every once in awhile. “Oh no, you should definitely take it personally, it’s definitely personal. A drink or a coffee, I don’t know, I can buy my own drinks and coffees.”
At a certain point, Max didn’t know where the teasing ended and actual denial began. There wasn’t really a less gracious way to stop if the latter was true, so instead, he just lifted his hands as though surrendering. “Alright, so buy your own drinks, and your own coffee.” Max flirted hard, sure. But he never pushed things too far. So when he started to get push-back, he stopped. “Or better yet, you can buy me coffee, in exchange for all the training.” ...that was his job anyway. His voice was light, airy, an attempt to bow out gracefully while still maintaining an air of teasing.
NOAH turned his attention towards max, eyebrows raised, “no thanks,” he shook his head going back to lifting the weights in front of him. “i don’t share well, and unless you are willing to just pay attention to me, then i don’t think i’d enjoy it very much.” he told him with a laugh, maybe he was joking, but it was all part of the game.
Reaching forward, Max slipped his hand against Noah’s arm, slightly readjusting his form. “Yeah, well, that’s because you’re greedy. You’ve always been greedy. Just slightly less greedy than I am.” He took a step back, arms folding over his chest, cheeky grin plastered. “You should probably know I’m fully prepared to use all of my charm to make that happen. Switch it up... twenty-five overhead press reps. Go.”
tatiana turned to the man standing next to her with a choked expression. all she wanted was to enjoy a warm coffee during her break not to be proposed an orgy. subtly. but still too much. “i’m afraid my position doesn’t include sex with multiple people.”
“Neither does mine,” Max teased, though he maintained something of a straight face, “but I keep finding excuses. Anyway, it could be good to keep you on deck, you know? I’m sure someone’s going to pull a muscle or something at some point.”
A pink tone rushed to the blonde’s cheeks at the males question. She had not met him before yet was being propositioned. Evelyn didn’t know quite why she got so flustered in these situations but her eyes moved towards his. “I…I think so,” she stumbled over her words, knowing she would be interested, but didn’t know exactly how to say yes confidently.
Max could see the flush in the girl’s cheeks, observed the stumble in her words. He couldn’t help the amusement from creeping over his expression, brows lifting. “Alright, fun. So I’ll keep you in mind the next time I think about scheduling one. I’m Max. I work at the gym, so if you’re looking... that’s where you’ll find me.”
Glancing over to the man beside him when it sounded like he was being spoken to, Erik couldn’t help but chuckle at the question. He couldn’t say it was a first after working at Votive for as long as he has.
“ Me and orgies? I don’t know, man. I’m a little ashamed to admit I’ve never actually been in one. ” He spoke honestly. “ You’re obviously in the right place to find some willing participants though. ” He chuckled, knowingly. “ I’ll, uh, spread the word for ya, man. ”
With an affected dramatic gasp, Max clutched his chest as though genuinely punched. “You’ve never been in an orgy? You’re working in the long place, man. Trust me, it’s... a tragedy. You’ve got to go.” Max waved his hand, demonstrative, animated. “It’s like... obviously a mess of bodies, right? I mean, that’s kind of what you’re getting into, that’s what an orgy is, but it’s like... everybody trying things, just trying to feel good, and it’s just... so fucking good. If I make this happen, you should come. You can just chill. Watch, if you want.”
She barely looked up as Max started talking – she’d learned how to tune him in and out when she was around him. When he was helping her work out? Fine, she would listen, but when he was asking questions designed to get some sort of response out of her? Hard pass. “I’d say you’d have to check the schedules with Chesa to see who was available,” Elia shrugged. “Would it interest me? Depends if you were there or not. If you were… hmmm, not sure.”
Max let out a breath, a near scoff of a laugh, and held up his hands as though on the defense. “Alright, that’s fair. I’ll back off. But just for science, if I did look at that schedule...” Max decided to not complete the question, assuming he would hate the answer. Still. “Look, I’ll do my best not to take it personally. I’ll even buy you a drink or a coffee or something just to show you there’s no harm, no foul.”
“So let’s just say,” Max started, initiating conversation with the other beside of him, “I wanted to schedule an orgy. Would that be of interest to you?” Shame was never a strong suit of his. But shame didn’t keep you warm when you really wanted that gentle touch.
“And that’s another flush, lose the pants, bub!” Cassidy said with a whoop, now clad in just her top, panties and one lone sock. Poker has never been her forte, but today seemed to be her lucky day.
“Can you please explain to me,” Max started, staring down at the cards as he unbuckled his belt, “how you keep doing this? I’m starting to think you’ve got kings up your sleeve or something.” He had his boxer-briefs and socks, but that was about it, and he was starting to wonder how he got roped into this game in the first place. “Next time, we’re doing blackjack.”
Sereia was walking along the corridor carrying a couple of bags from a recent shopping trip. A new place required a new look and her old clothes simply wouldn’t cut it here. And maybe she did but too many things to decorate her new room, but she couldn’t help herself. She wanted it to feel more like home to her and these little touches would do just the trick. Against her better judgment, she decided to try and carry it all in one trip, and of course, that was a horrible idea. As she was walking she lost her footing, toppling onto the ground along with everything she was holding. She glanced up to see another person there staring at her– her face was bright red. “Please tell me no one saw that.”
It was only by the grace of God that Max was able to stifle his laugh, though his fist came to his lips and his teeth crashed down on his forefinger in order to do so. This wasn’t some maniacal case of schadenfreude; he’d been there. Always stubborn, always trying to do things that he just couldn’t do. But once the amusement lessened, Max bent down, stuffing the scattered things back into their bags. “Darlin’, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I think everybody saw that.”
OLIVER STARK lookalike MAXWELL "MAX" MAYHEW has just registered with the votive as a TRAINER. their profile states that HE is 27 years old, identifies as MALE, is of PANSEXUAL orientation, and some of their kinks include EXHIBITIONISM, IMPACT PLAY, ORGIES. it’ll be interesting to see if they’re as STUBBORN & CHARMING as everyone says.
Okay! So let’s make stuff happen on this babe right here. So here’s the QUICK rundown of this lil boy right here.
An only child. Born in Brooklyn, New York.
As a teenager, he became pretty hard to handle. Wild. Rebellious. Just... generally a little shit. His parents didn’t really know how to handle him.
Came out as pansexual at, like... 12-13. Just declared that he liked boys and girls and his parents were like, “...okay?”
He dated boys and girls throughout high school. He was the school playa.
Had no real goals of his own, but just kind of figured he could go throughout life and chill.
When Max graduated, his parents cut him off financially. So he got a job at a local gym.
He just did odd jobs at first, cleaning the equipment and the bathrooms, reorganizing the weights.
Max eventually earned enough money to go and actually study, getting a certificate to train people.
And he got good. Really good.
So good in fact, that he got a couple of high profile clients. Actors, mostly. Models. He trained them for roles, for fashion shows. Real shit.
Which is why he got the job at The Votive.
He’s a kinky kind of guy. Willing to give as much as receive.
But, frankly, loves getting tied up.
A Top-From-The-Bottom kind of guy with men.
But will also Top-Top.
With women, he’s kind of... whatever they want him to be.
So give me plots with this maniac and HMU for good ole fashioned fun!
