Page 2 of Santa Is A Sl*t

An absolute asshole.

The most massive fuckwad in all of tarnation. Or at least in SantaScape.

I crumble up the newest employee memo and throw it on the ground before promptly picking it right back up and finding the nearest recycle bin.

Val would be mortified if she knew I was contemplating littering considering that she works for the sustainability company that her three boyfriends all own.

Remembering how Val and said hot boyfriends broke my heart this morning, I almost retrieve the tossed paper and throw it back on the floor.

Of course, the shitty day couldn’t just end there. Nope.

Not with Mr. Scroogy McSnooze in town.

Sweet old Santa left us last year. Not like…left us as in he died. Mr. Bates just abandoned us for the Bahamas and is living his best retirement life with his wife Carol.

His nephew, Nicholas, is the exact opposite of what anyone would expect from the new “Christmas King”. Since he started, the guy has sent out at least one work memo a day changing the many traditions of SantaScape.

First, no more after party. We’re just expected to work ourselves to the bone every single day with no celebration at the end of the season.

Then there were the costume changes. Before, we had modern adorable themed outfits with striped leggings and fitted attire. Now we look like an elf fucked a present box. I’m a walking gift with ears.

Now, he has the audacity to give us a script to follow, ensuring each child that comes to make a wish to Santa only has two minutes to do so.

Santa fright is a real thing. Some kids take two minutes just to muster up the word ”hi”.

I was bummed when all of the changes affected me and my daily routine but now that he’s messing with the kids…these itchy green gloves are coming off.

Well, figuratively…for now.

I hold my head high as I march my way to the office of my target. I’m ready to be fired. I’m ready for any consequences. I am ready to unleash every bit of rage I’ve contained inside my body for this.

Nicholas, watch out.

Instead of barging in, I pause outside the entry to his office. I need a few minutes to calm myself down first. After all, I still have a secretary to trick into letting me barge into our boss’s office without an appointment. There’s no way I’m going to fool her if I walk in looking like an elf from a gory horror film.

Only, there’s no one at the desk to stop me. It’s a little early in the day for a lunch break but I’m not going to dwell on it.

Chapter Two

NICO

I don’t often spend my lunch hour fucking my secretary’s face but sometimes it’s the only thing that stops me from trying to sell this place for parts.

Besides, Eve has been one of two reasons I’ve even enjoyed showing up to my office. Well, technically there are three but I like to pretend that the third one doesn’t exist.

Reason number two is currently licking reason number one’s sweet little pussy.

As a general rule, I don’t usually fuck around with my staff but I’m only here as their boss temporarily. My younger brother, Jack, is planning to take over SantaScape after this holiday season. He was supposed to be here already but apparently he ran into some crisis over Halloween weekend that has him completely unavailable.

Though I have no regrets seeing Eve splayed out on my desk with Kane at the other end with his head between her legs.

Eve senses my distraction and decides to try and put on a show for me. She lifts her hips and puts one hand on the back ofKane’s head, forcing his mouth to her clit. Her other hand comes up and grips my balls.

“Unless you want to suck on those, you better focus on swallowing my cock until my cum floods that naughty little mouth.”

Her eyes roll back into her head at my words and Kane chuckles against her.

“If you can laugh, you’re probably eating that pussy like a lost little school boy. Be a fucking man and drown in her cunt or I’ll spank your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit down until the New Year.”

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