Unexpected
By: muaaimoi
Max gets picked up by a town-car. It's old fashioned, clearly expensive as hell. A reminder she hadn't needed of Caroline Channing's status as a rich princess. A really, really rich princess. Max gapes at her building for a little bit. She feels like the very air is expensive, somehow. Like she's breathing fancy oxygen that probably costs more than the most expensive thing she'd ever owned in her life. She has no idea what she is doing here. But Caroline will probably give her money, and Max can always use the cash.
She'd gone a little crazy with the money in her bank account. She'd brought her dream oven. Then panicked and tried to be responsible with the rest. She'd actually paid her student loans. And now, there's still money left, and sure it's some grade A weed, and some rocking clothes if she wants it, but she's trying not to totally blow all of it. It's just that she actually doesn't know what you're supposed to do with money you aren't spending. She's lived paycheck to paycheck her entire life. Savings are a foreign concept. Something she heard that people are supposed to have, but doesn't actually apply to herself. Like caring family members, or taxes.
Caroline's question about 'investments' seemed promising, but Max doesn't understand why the blonde would really help her. She'd helped her out of a few tight spots and all, but rich people weren't exactly known for caring about the lower class. It wasn't exactly like Max had done it out of the goodness of her heart either, or even for free for that matter. What exactly would she get out of helping Max of all people? She wasn't exactly quality charity material, she partied too hard, and slept around too much. Max wasn't even pretty, although her rack was pretty legendary.
"Hello, Max."Caroline said, startling Max out her introspection.
"Caroline."Max acknowledged, hoping her nerves weren't shining through. If she had felt inadequate before, the feeling was only increased by how perfect Caroline looked. Like she'd just walked out of a photo shoot for rich fashionistas. Hell, for all Max knew, she probably had.
"Would you like a tour?"Caroline offers-gesturing casually to the place. Like her couch alone probably didn't cost more than all of Max's internal organs on the black market.
"Not really."Max answered, because she couldn't help herself. She didn't feel comfortable surrounded by so much luxury, especially not when she barely understood the reason she had been invited. Couldn't Caroline just give her a check so she could go? Just like she had the first few times Max had met her, she hadn't realized how much she appreciated the curtness of their transactions.
She's unprepared to have Caroline smirk,"That's because you haven't seen my closet yet."
With that Caroline turns and starts walking away. Max hesitates for a moment and follows. She is unprepared for the wonderland that Caroline calls her closet. It's all she can do to walk around and double take every few seconds. And she almost faints once Caroline's shoes start rotating. They're all so beautiful. Max is a woman after all, appreciation for designer footwear is hardwired into her DNA somewhere. That's when she spots the tub.
"You have a bathtub in your closet?"Max feels faint by the sheer indulgence of it. There's a clear complicated looking film of rubber running across the bottom of it and she just knows that it probably has a massage setting. Rich people have all the best toys.
Caroline beams,"It double's as a hot-tub."
Max begins to strip.
"What are you doing?"Caroline demands.
"I need to get in there."Max explains, unashamed. It's probably the only chance she'll get-if Caroline doesn't kick her out first that it, but she is going to hate herself forever if she doesn't take a shot at getting in there.
She's surprised when Caroline laughs, turning around to give her some privacy,"You're something else. Make sure you use the bubble bath so I don't see more of you than I want to."
The tub does vibrate, the bubble setting make'jets of water hit her in places that felt like their sole purpose in life was to be hit by jets of water. So the thought wasn't terribly coherent, but whatever. Max felt amazing. She'd had orgasms that didn't feel as awesome as the tub did. By the time Caroline turns back around she is totally blissed out.
"I am moving into your closet. This tub is my home now."She announces with a throaty groan.
Caroline laughs some more, she does not seem to think Max is serious- Max is completely serious."You will only drag me out of here as a soggy corpse."
"That's what the cleaning ladies are for."Caroline replied with a snobby sniff. Max couldn't bite back her giggle at the other girl's expression.
"You look like someone crapped on your shoes."She informs the other girl.
"I did pick that look up from my grandmother."Caroline shrugs,"Now onto business. What have you done with the money I gave you so far?"
Max settles easily into the interrogation, she barely notices that Caroline has produced a clipboard from somewhere and is apparently writing stuff about whatever she's asking Max down. She doesn't pay a lot of attention to the questions. She figures the longer she talks the longer she gets to stay in the tub. Caroline could ask her for her first born and Max would happily offer it up in exchange for even partial custody of the tub/Jacuzzi hybrid. She's fairly certain she's just been introduced to the love of her life.
She's pretty sure over an hour has passed once Caroline hands her a robe. Max stalls like a pro-anything for just a little more time in the magical tub.
"Why does nothing that causes me joy lasts?"She asks the universe at large. Standing up, she attempts to cinch the robe tightly enough so her boobs don't decide to open it again.
"Because you're incredibly financially irresponsible?" Caroline offers, watching her efforts with an amused smile.
Max wrinkles her nose in thought,"Nah-that can't be it." She's finally getting out when the robe looses against her cleavage and starts gaping open at the top, she's distracted by putting her girls away, and forgets her feet are wet. Caroline watches it all happen, but she doesn't manage to move back fast enough when Max trips and falls into the other girl. They land in the worst way possible.
More specifically-her lips land on Caroline's. Panic paralyzes her, what exactly is the etiquette for accidentally kissing your hosts? That would be the lone etiquette rule Max would now have liked to have known about. The heiress is completely pink when they both unfreeze enough to pull back. She presses an envelope into Max's hands, mutters something about sending a maid to escort her out, and takes off like Max has just revealed she's a serial killer who likes scalping blondes.
"Don't call me."Max mutters to herself,"I'll call you." She waits until she get's home to open the envelope. She's glad-no one's around to watch her flail like a crazy person. There's a check for fifteen thousand dollars and a ticket to Hawaii. There's also a letter that says to be ready on Friday because they're going shopping for stuff to take on the trip. It's like she's found herself a fairy godmother or something. A girl who has money instead of magic. And hey-bonus, she's super hot. Max touches her lips, remembers how soft Caroline's had felt. It was a darn shame about the boyfriend. She could totally live with having a sugar mama.
Okay, first order of business, thanks so much to crazyshay77. She gave this chapter polish and made it legible, any mistakes you guys catch are all mine. That said, Max's low self esteem makes me sad :( Hope you guys liked the accidental smooch, props to Vincent for the idea :) I have some cool plans for your other suggestions, so thank you very much for contributing.