Page 32 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 9
Chad turned around too and dropped his pants.
“Ah!” yelled Ash. “Why is he getting naked?!”
Chad put his hand over his ass and spun around. “The real question is, why are you looking?”
“Babe,” I said. “Your dick is out.”
He looked down. “Shit, sorry.” He moved his hand to his junk and spun back around.
“And now your ass is out.”
“What’s going on back there?” asked Daddy, still facing the opposite direction. “Is Chad being inappropriate?”
“No, sir,” said Chad.
“Ash just didn’t understand that we were all going to turn around and change,” I said.
“Ah,” said Daddy. “I didn’t realize you were German, Ash. I find your people’s relaxed view of nudity quite refreshing.”
“I’m not…” started Ash. “Never mind. Let’s just change and hang up our stockings.” She spun around and pulled her pajama shorts up under her blanket.
It was tempting to watch how she was going to pull this off. But I was more excited to see how amazing my booty was going to look in these silky little shorts.
“Everyone done?” I called a minute later. I would have asked sooner, but Chad had just finished grunting and straining. Unless those cookies were actually laced with weed, there was no reason why he should have had so much trouble getting into those pajamas.
But he replied with a “Yup.”
“Yes, yes,” agreed Slavanka.
“One sec,” said Ash. “I put the shirt on upside down.”
For real? Getting it backwards was one thing. But upside down was on a completely different level. How was the neck hole even big enough for her torso?
“Okay, all fixed,” she said.
We all turned around and…Wow.
“What the hell?” said Daddy. “Chad, Ijusttold you to quit being so gay. Why did you steal Ash’s pajamas?”
I looked back and forth between Ash and Chad.
Ash was swimming in what were clearly men’s pajamas. And Chad was wrapped up like a Christmas sausage in silk booty shorts and a matching blouse. For once his tiny penis came in handy, because if it had been a normal length, it for sure would have been dangling out of his shorts.
“I didn’t steal them,” said Chad. “These are what you gave me. And I’m polite, so I didn’t want to complain. Even if I can hardly breathe.” He undid a button and sucked in some air.
Daddy laughed. “My apologies. I was in a hurry at the store and must have miscommunicated how I wanted them packaged. It was quite an afternoon.”
In a good way or a bad way?Actually, it didn’t matter. Even if Daddy’s plan had failed, Ghostie and Teddybear were taking care of it.
I just hoped I’d be able to thank them properly for it. Which seemed like a possibility. Because Ash had promised to bring the bellhops cookies in the morning. And I’d never seen what Ash was like on Christmas. But I had a feeling she’d be super horny. And the bellhops certainly would be, because she’d just switched pajamas with Chad. And her ass looked fantastic in those silk pajama shorts. That green was her color.
Daddy snapped a bunch of pictures of us all hanging our stockings above the fire, and then he kissed my forehead goodnight and headed up to bed.
Chad was right behind him. Apparently he had a business call that he had to take care of real quick before bed.
Ash watched in horror as Chad walked up the stairs. “He’s lucky we’re here to put out cookies and milk for Santa. Otherwise he’d definitely get coal in his stocking. Only naughty boys go to bed before leaving Santa his Christmas snackies.”
I smiled. “How many cookies should we put out?” I asked.
