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I stifled a laugh, remembering when Ash had hit her in theface with a roll of wrapping paper. I knew that correcting Slavanka aboutbeatings being an American Christmas tradition would be a mistake. And it hadsaved the day, because otherwise Slavanka would have won the competitioninstead 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. Maybeshe needed some spanking?

“That means I win!” I said.Yes!“So what’s my specialtreat?”

Santa didn’t answer. He was totally focused on ravishing Ash’sbody. 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 itwas my turn to get all the dick.

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, butcan you please tell me what my special treat is?”

“Cock, of course. Just like you wished for on your list. Go pullthat 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 caneboots 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 overto the levers. The one I’d run into earlier seemed to control the Christmaslights, so I doubted that was what he was talking about. Maybe he meant thesecond one…

I pulled the second lever and the conveyor belt started up. Thegiant presents stacked from floor to glass ceiling blocked my view of where thebelt came out of the brick wall, but it didn’t take long for presents to startappearing on the final stretch of conveyor belt. One by one they dropped offthe 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 presentswere filled with dildos or roosters, then those were not the cocks I waspromised.

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 intothe air. The ribbons that had been connected to the bow slid down the side ofthe present, and then the four sides of it all fell outwards. One of my teammateswas inside, still dressed in his red elf outfit. But the only light in thisatrium was from the millions of multicolored Christmas lights, so it was alittle hard to tell which one it was.

Another explosion went off, and then another, opening twomore of the giant presents. My other two teammates were in those.

“Congrats, boys!” I said. “We won!” I threw my hands in theair and let the confetti fall around me.

They started to walk towards me. And when they got closeenough for me to tell who was who – which meant they could probably also see whoI was – the banana king stopped dead in his tracks.

“Chastity Morgan?” he spat. “What the hell are you doinghere?”

I took a deep breath. This was my chance to convince thebanana king and Tommy to form an alliance against Isabella. “Deliveringpresents,” I said. “What else would I be doing here?”

“Shit, that wasyouon our team?” He glanced nervouslyat Slavanka, like he was worried she might attack him. Which, to be fair, was areasonable concern. He’d probably seen the video footage of what she’d done tohis 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 oneither side of him. “Fuck. I didn’t realize I was working with you two.” He torehis 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 thebanana king’s large hands.

“Fuck you,” said the banana king. “My beautiful wrapping wasprobably 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. Iwould 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 Tommyboth lunged at the banana king.

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