Page 7 of Subbing For Santa

“You ok, Aggie?” Ben asks, and I nod, sipping on the water.

“Food went down the wrong wayyy.” My voice squeaks as the toy speeds up, the vibrations more obvious to only me, making it hard to speak.

Shane chuckles. “You sure?”

I nod, too scared to speak as the toy builds pleasure deep in my core.

The guys go back to discussions of cricket, while I grip my napkin in one hand, and the edge of the table in the other. I can feel heat rising over my body and my cheeks light up as the vibrations grow bigger and faster and a whimper escapes me.

“Aggie? You sure you’re ok?” Shane asks from next to me, and I have to work really fucking hard not to grab his hand and put it between my legs.

Shit.

That would be like assaulting him. Especially since I know he bats for his team, not the one I’m on.

“Sorry, I think I ate something off.” I manage to say without sounding like a needy whore. I shift in the seat, ready to flee, when the phone on the table lights up with a text. Picking it up quickly, I open the message, and almost wish I hadn’t.

Santa

Stay at the table and maintain your poker face.

Holy shit. This guy is crazy. Stay here and pretend like I’m not seconds away from a ‘When Harry Met Sally’ moment? I want to argue, but I can’t because the egg speeds up, so I pretend I’m listening to Shane and Ben, nodding and smiling at whatever the hell they are talking about.

Another message lights up my phone, gaining my attention, and I rush to open it again.

Santa

Finish eating your dinner.

My eyes widen before darting around the pub. Can he see me? Is he here?

I search for anyone paying me attention, or looking suss, but I can’t find anyone looking at me. There are so many people here as well. It could be anyone.

The vibrations inside me increase, so I start eating quickly as ordered, and as a reward, the intensity eases off to a low vibration.

My shoulders drop as I relax and set to work on finishing my plate of food. Once my plate is empty, I take a drink of water, and once again, the damn vibrations increase, causing me to nearly spill the drink.

That’s it, I can’t take it anymore.

“Excuse me.” I mutter before fleeing from the table, the phone gripped tight in my hand as I beeline for the toilets. I barely make it halfway across the restaurant when my phone rings. I nearly drop the damn thing, but manage to right myself quickly to answer it.

“Where are you going?” the deep gravelly voice asks.

Oh yeah. This crazy guy is definitely here somewhere watching me. There’s no doubt in my mind about that now.

“Bathroom.”

“Nope, turn around and walk out the front doors. Stay on the phone with me.”

“But…”

The egg speeds up unbearably, and another whimper escapes, nearly bending my body in half in the most embarrassing way before I change directions and dash for the door.

The moment I step out into the cooler night air, the vibrations ease off.

“See, little elf. It’s not so hard to just obey me.” His raspy voice almost sounds amused through the phone. “It really is in your best interest, Moxie.”

My feet skid to a stop as my eyes widen at what he just called me.

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