Max makes contact.

Max never watched her target with the corner of her eye as she casually made her way through the large hall, pretending to be interested in the mindless chatter of the other guests. She brushed off a number of men that approached her and tried to make idle small talk. Tonight, she only had eyes for one man. Seeing an opportunity open, she quickly took it.

"Offmpt" she exclaimed, purposely running into Johnson. Her small glass of champagne spilling all over her dress, covering her ample cleavage with the sparkling liquid. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you" she quickly added. Her hands coming up to cup her breasts, pretending to wipe away at the spilled liquid.

It was as cliché as it could get, but that didn't matter. Looking up at Terry Johnson's face Max knew it had worked. His eyes were locked on her supple breasts. The spilled champagne causing her already unbelievably tight dress to cling even more to her firm body. She could hear him swallow as he finally tore his eyes away from her body.

"No, No, you have nothing to be sorry about, Miss?"

"Maxine."

"Maxine," Johnson repeated, taken in by the beauty of this new mysterious girl. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Maxine. I'm always delighted to see a new face."

Max smiled, "I just moved here and my friend Rachael told me that you're parties shouldn't be missed."

"Oh, Rachael, yes, she's a good friend of mine," Johnson's eyes lit up. Rachael was owner of the escort service that supplied him with most of the girls that were at the party. He let his eyes trail back down her to wet dress. "Sadly, I think I might have ruined your dress." he reached out for her hand and licked his lips. "I'm sure I have something that you could change into."

Too easy Max thought as Johnson led her away from the main party.