His Favorite Bunny

Party

Max sighed. There he was, surrounded by Heath's obnoxious friends, music blaring over the massive surround-sound speakers. He could not have been more bored and uninterested in the party.

What's worse, Bex was still not there because her jet had been delayed a couple hours due to stormy weather.

The bunnies walked around in their incredibly short slip dresses, some carrying trays of food and drinks for the guests while others simply mingled with them. None of them came over to the corner in which Max stood though, likely because of the scowl on his face and the fact that he had not made any effort to join the party at all.

He watched as one of the bunnies, a raven-haired girl with bright red lipstick, chatted with a muscular man with a shaved head, no doubt one of Heath's boxing friends. She laughed at something he said, and then seconds later Max watched as the guy palmed her breast over her thin dress, rubbing his thumb over her nipple.

These people are shameless, Max thought. The man did not seem to mind at all who was watching him. Not that it even mattered, seeing as the bunnies were there for the very purpose of being used by the party guests. Even the bunny herself seemed to have no issue with the interaction, continuing to smile. He then grabbed her wrist without another word and pulled her out of the room, no doubt to ravage her in one of the many guest rooms in Heath's 15-bedroom estate.

With that couple out of sight, Max was forced to turn his attention elsewhere.

The rest of the guests already seemed pretty intoxicated, drunkenly dancing around the massive space which was basically a ballroom, decorated with twinkling lights and mirrorballs.

He really just wished he could leave, but if Heath found him hiding from the party Max would never hear the end of it.

Should I try to talk to one of the bunnies? Max pondered. He wished he could just be confident like his siblings, but that was way easier said than done.

Well, I'll never know unless I try.

Max walked up to one of the girls who was standing alone, a short haired blonde with an hourglass figure. She wore a blue satin dress that skimmed the very tops of her thighs, threatening to expose what he assumed was lingerie underneath. Or perhaps she was wearing nothing at all... Guess I should find out.

Max noticed the girl was staring at him with her huge blue eyes. She was pretty tall, so she didn't have to crane her neck to look him in the eyes like most women did.

"H-hello," she stammered. Max realized he was probably scowling at her, and so he did his best to relax his face.

"Hello... Are you enjoying the party?" he blurted out, not knowing what else to say.

"Yes sir!" She replied eagerly, nodding her head vigorously. "I'm grateful to be here!" She sounded like she was trying to convince him.

"That's... good," Max managed to say. God I fucking suck at this small talk shit. A few moments passed where the couple just stared at each other. Max tried to will himself to say something, anything, but his mind was blank.

Yes, she was an extremely attractive girl. She was also likely very skilled at sex due to her time as one of Heath's bunnies, of course. And most importantly, she could not refuse him. So why was Max having such trouble getting himself to make a move on her? All the pieces of the puzzle were laid out for him, he just had to connect them. And yet...

He couldn't do it. He went to go sulk away to be by himself for a little while when he heard his brother's voice.

"BEX!"