Page 5 of Santa Is A Sl*t

Since last holiday season, we’ve seen her a number of times. The occasional dinner and hookup. She’s even included Eve in her girl's nights with her best friend. But nothing too serious.

Eve and I pride ourselves on how smooth and fluid our relationship works. Most of the time, we prefer to invite new people in our bed together by finding someone at the private club we hold a membership for.

We got really lucky when we met Noel. It’s not often we find someone outside of the club, in fact, it’s only happened twice. Her and Nico.

Over the years we’ve found playmates that go into our trusted list. Those very few individuals are safe people that neither of us has ever felt would dishonor our relationship.

If our love for each other eventually grows into something more with another or two, we’re willing to figure it out. But I know that I’ll always have her and she will always have me.

Recently, our boss joined that list.

Most of the office still calls him Nicholas but I guess sucking his dick and letting him fuck my ass earned me the privilege to use his nickname.

He’s not so bad but I can empathize with how challenging taking over a new company must be.

Not everyone is willing to cut him a break.

From my spot in the hallway, I can hear Noel’s parting quip before she slams his door closed.

“Slut shaming seems beneath you, Noel,” I say as I catch her stomping her way through the hallway.

She startles before seeing it’s me and then she snorts. “Since when?”

I expect her attitude. Noel isn’t exactly known for being chill and reasonable around here. She’s energetic and fun and sweet as candy when she’s in character. But I’ve seen her put someone in their place for trying to cut the line or scolding someone for unwanted advances on an employee.

“Since we both know just how much you like to be called a dirty little slut while being double-teamed.” I wiggle my brows at her.

Noel scoffs. “Yeah, well, that’s different.”

“Is it different because you hate Nico? Or because you’re pretending like you can’t stand him when you really want to hate-fuck him?” I ask with a cocky tone.

I’m not an idiot. I can see their attraction to one another.

When Mr. Bates held our annual staff meeting last month and announced that his nephew would be taking over for him, I was sitting in the back with her talking about how hot he was.

Then he opened his mouth and the first thing he did was announce a change in our uniform design.

The new material is cheaper judging by how uncomfortable it is, so that didn’t do him any favors. Especially those of us who have worn the higher quality costumes. If I had to guess, it was probably a cost cutting measure.

Just like all of his changes since.

“I do not want to hate-fuck him,” she denies.

She’s adorable when she’s trying to throw a tantrum.

Rolling my eyes, I say, “Okay, just regular fuck him then.”

I know I’m right. She knows I’m right.

Yet only one of us isn’t living in delusion.

And it’s not the one with killer tits and a tight ass.

“Whatever. I should tell the whole office that Nicholas is canceling our Christmas party so he can spend that extra time fucking his secretary and her boyfriend.”

I don’t miss the way she says his name like she might vomit but I’m more focused on the end of her statement.

Grabbing Noel by the shoulders, I stop her and look at her face-to-face.

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