Page 2 of Subbing For Santa

And pathetic, but I’ll worry about that part later.

Opening up the large mailbox, I spot a shoebox sized package inside, and without another thought, I pull it out and walk briskly back to the house.

Closing myself inside, I move to the air-conditioning remote and turn the cooling on before I place the package on the dining table and stare at it. For like an hour.

Part of me is eager to see what’s inside, but the other part of me is seriously questioning my judgement right now. So I sit, and wait, watching the box like something is going to explode from it at any moment. Meanwhile, the bright rays of the day's sun turn the sky pink as night draws nearer.

Wrapped in green and gold paper, the package sits like an elephant in the room, and after staring at it for way too long, I realise I’m being stupid. I’ve already accepted the package, so I may as well look inside and feed my curiosity.

On top of the package is a white tag which reads:

To my little elf, Agatha.

My heart races at seeing my name again, and Jesus, I just know the suspense of not knowing who the hell is behind this game is going to drive me crazy.

Sucking in a deep breath, I start tearing at the paper before lifting the lid off the box.

Wrapped in red tissue paper is another note, a lacy set of red and silver lingerie, a mobile phone, and a black remote controlled egg vibrator.

Heat prickles over my skin as anticipation creeps in and I pick up the new note.

By opening this package, you have now entered the game.

My little elf has already pleased Santa.

The phone is ONLY for me to contact you!

Do NOT use it to contact me!

Carry it with you wherever you go.

Do not let it ring more than three times, or you will be punished.

Do not try to find out my identity.

That will come in good time if you are a good girl.

Do not tell anyone about this game or the things we do.

Insert the device at 4:45pm tomorrow afternoon, and then dress in the lingerie.

Please wear your red dress with the black trim to dinner at O’Connor’s Irish Pub with your friends tomorrow evening.

Don’t forget to take the phone.

Get plenty of rest, my little elf.

You will need it.

What the?

How does he know I’m going out for dinner with friends tomorrow night?

Is it one of them?

No. Shane and Ben are in love with each other. They have no interest in having me join them. They only go to the sex parties to have time together, since they are still in the closet and haven’t come out to their friends and family.

And my red dress? How does he know about that?

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