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They went downstairs. With every step, Max felt the dampness of her own juices inside her costume. And with every step, Caroline felt Brad’s cum trickling from her stuffed pussy, drawing out the ache of her well-satisfied cunt.

They splurged on a taxi; neither of them were in any mood to navigate the subway. It was too good a night to get chased around by your average knife-wielding maniac.

Max and Caroline piled into the backseat with barely a word more than their destination. Then, drained more than tired, they fell asleep against each other, as if the call of their wanton acts overrode their wakefulness. They relived what had happened in dreams.

They were awakened by the hard stop of the taxi ride coming to an end. Caroline looked abashed and Max snarled at herself. Usually, she was way too street smart to mess up like that just because she was fucked out… without ever actually getting fucked. She paid the driver with a tip for not molesting them, then they heaved their tired carcasses through their door.

Caroline slumped down in the entrance hallway. Max couldn’t talk herself out of doing the same across from the blonde. As exhausted as they were, neither was able to sleep. Max shut her eyes and Caroline did too. They luxuriated in being the same amount of tired and wired.

“Is this what it feels like to meet the love of your life?” Caroline asked, with a hopeful lilt lifting her words.

“Is this what it feels like to be a sex slave?” Max retorted. She was grinning from ear to ear, though, her teeth glimmering with the joy of a secret.

Caroline craned her head, wondering what was up in the smile she’d heard in Max’s voice. “You’re in a good mood. Since when are you in a good mood?”

Max’s smile widened. “Guess.”

Caroline forced her drooping eyes open and leaned forward for a closer look at Max. She saw something in her face… something that reminded her of her own hidden tingling… and suddenly she gasped.

“Max!” she cried, then lowered her voice to a whisper. “You too?”

Max pantomimed shock. “What gave it away?”

“Wait, are we talking about… that bit before we left…”

“What else would we be talking about?” Max challenged. “Tell me how you knew, anyway. I don’t have a goofy grin like yours, do I?”

Caroline watched her friend touch her cheeks like she could feel how whatever had revealed her secret. She let out a laugh. “Max, how well do you know me by now? Because I know you pretty well.”

“Not enough to stop annoying me,” Max deadpanned.

“Your eyes, babe. I saw that you were happy; same way that, uh, I am.”

Max narrowed her eyes, turning over what Caroline had said in a brain still fogged up from all that had happened. “You’re not talking about that bit before we left!”

Caroline shrugged eloquently. “I tapped that,” she said casually. “Not even five minutes after we ditched you.”

“You tapped all that? And you’re still walking in a straight line? I mean, you’re tall, so there’s room in at least one direction—I’d be worried it’d come out my mouth, which would be a change of pace…”