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I stifled a laugh, remembering when Ash had hit her in the face with a roll of wrapping paper. I knew that correcting Slavanka about beatings being an American Christmas tradition would be a mistake. And it had saved the day, because otherwise Slavanka would have won the competition instead of me.
Santa put his hand up to stop her from arguing. “Zero. Points. For. You.” He punctuated each word by thrusting into Ash.
I had no idea how she hadn’t totally lost control yet. Maybe she needed some spanking?
“That means I win!” I said.Yes!“So what’s my special treat?”
Santa didn’t answer. He was totally focused on ravishing Ash’s body. And it kind of felt likeshewas gettingmyspecial treat…
But that was how it had to be. Because Single Girl Rule #13: Always wing woman for the girl with the longest active dry spell. And Ash haddefinitelyhad the longest dry spell. But now the longest dry spell belonged to me. So it was my turn to get all the dick.
HoHoHo - Chapter 13 – The Cocks I Was Promised
Christmas Eve, 2013
I walked up to the throne and poked Santa’s shoulder.
“Excuse me, Santa. I know you’re having fun fucking Ash, but can you please tell me what my special treat is?”
“Cock, of course. Just like you wished for on your list. Go pull that lever.” He pointed to a group of three levers sticking out of the ground.
“Which lever?” I asked. But when I turned back to look at him, he and Ash had disappeared. The only thing I could see was one of Ash’s candy cane boots kicking in the air as he fucked her against the back of his throne.
God, I could barely walk I was so horny. But I made it over to the levers. The one I’d run into earlier seemed to control the Christmas lights, so I doubted that was what he was talking about. Maybe he meant the second one…
I pulled the second lever and the conveyor belt started up. The giant presents stacked from floor to glass ceiling blocked my view of where the belt came out of the brick wall, but it didn’t take long for presents to start appearing on the final stretch of conveyor belt. One by one they dropped off the end of the belt and into the sack on the back of one of Santa’s sleighs.
Filling Santa’s sleigh was great and all, but unless those presents were filled with dildos or roosters, then those were not the cocks I was promised.
I hit the third lever.
A bow on top one of the giant presents exploded, simultaneously untying the present and spewing tons of shiny red confetti into the air. The ribbons that had been connected to the bow slid down the side of the present, and then the four sides of it all fell outwards. One of my teammates was inside, still dressed in his red elf outfit. But the only light in this atrium was from the millions of multicolored Christmas lights, so it was a little hard to tell which one it was.
Another explosion went off, and then another, opening two more of the giant presents. My other two teammates were in those.
“Congrats, boys!” I said. “We won!” I threw my hands in the air and let the confetti fall around me.
They started to walk towards me. And when they got close enough for me to tell who was who – which meant they could probably also see who I was – the banana king stopped dead in his tracks.
“Chastity Morgan?” he spat. “What the hell are you doing here?”
I took a deep breath. This was my chance to convince the banana king and Tommy to form an alliance against Isabella. “Delivering presents,” I said. “What else would I be doing here?”
“Shit, that wasyouon our team?” He glanced nervously at Slavanka, like he was worried she might attack him. Which, to be fair, was a reasonable concern. He’d probably seen the video footage of what she’d done to his guards at his resort.
“It was,” I said. “And what a team we made. You, me, Ghostie, and Tommy. We were unstoppable.”
The banana king took a step back and looked at the men on either side of him. “Fuck. I didn’t realize I was working with you two.” He tore his elf mask off.
Ghostie and Tommy did the same.
The three men glared at eachother.
“Are you sure we won?” asked Tommy. “Because there’s no way Magnus’ big sausage fingers wrapped those presents well enough.” He gestured to the banana king’s large hands.
“Fuck you,” said the banana king. “My beautiful wrapping was probably the only thing that kept your shoddy assembling from getting us disqualified. And you…” He turned to Ghostie. “I’m surprised you got any presents delivered. I would have thought you’d be too busy cleaning cum off your little whore’s face.”
“You’re a dead man,” growled Ghostie. And then he and Tommy both lunged at the banana king.
