Page 107 of Tinsel & Chrome

“Nothing like fine aged wine! Give me a whole calendar of just him!” I look to see where the comment came from. I expected one of the college aged girls with a daddy kink but what I saw shaking her handful of dollars was Mrs. Winnick, the local librarian! She's also a Sunday school teacher, I never laughed so hard.

Bubba squatted down, pulled out his cigar, to tell her how it works then he kissed her cheek! She nearly fainted right there before she went back to furiously scribble her votes for my man.

He stands at the end of the stage and takes a big puff, sliding his other hand down his chest. My girls could barely keep up with the pieces of paper that shot up. The pre-order line was slowing down but only because of the show. I predict the end will be complete chaos.

“Alright, what are we thinking? Let's go beyond St. Nick.”

“Motorcycle May!” A group shouted. I like that.

“Give us a seasoned Cupid for Valentine's Day! We know he makes you scream!”

I will confirm nor deny that statement. I only nod and they love it.

He stops, “Not Cupid, darlin'.”

I shrug, “It's not up to me, besides, a buffed up cherub who spreads love sounds adorable.” I laugh, he steps closer.

“Remember, these ladies can't save you tonight, Mrs. Claus...”

“Woooooo!” I hear when I realize the mic was close enough to catch what he said. Now I'm blushing. I turn toward the crowd and scream when he smacks my ass and because of the fabric, it echoed throughout.

“Mrs. Claus, you in danger girl!” And they laughed. I look back to see him bow and blow kisses before he disappears.

“Do you need a minute to compose yourself? I would!” I hear Lila's distinct voice ask, I catch her wink before resuming her duties.

I really do. I fan myself, “Now you see why I keep him for myself, but for charity I'm willing to let him out.”

I take a moment to look around, the concession stand is busy, the girls are counting money and votes and the smiles, laughter, and side conversations fill the space. It warms my heart.

“Ladies, the night is almost over...I know! I'm sad, too. I will say to those who are genuinely interested we have three spots open for Merciless Few bunnies. I believe our chapter will have new prospects this year and we need to even the ratio because right now our last and final contestant is taking advantage of being the last single Pringle. He's an animal, ladies, a sexual deviant. A man with his own devices and I do mean devices. He'll leave you in a pool of your own sweat and... well, you know. Brace yourself ladies, here comes...Demon!”

The lights went out and everyone gasped before a single spotlight turned on. I couldn't even move for fear of walking off the stage.

I crouched down, feeling for the edge, before sliding off the stage. Lord knows what he's up to. I stand next to Poppy.

“What have you done? Did you give him free will?”

“‘Fraid so.”

Then out of the shadows appears a bare leg before he centers himself in the middle of the light. Just him and...

“Is that my robe?!”

I don't think black silk is a staple in his wardrobe unless he's tying someone up. That is my robe! Talk about tainting a piece of clothing. I know I don't want it back.

He is still facing away but he lifts a hand to his ear and the screams increase exponentially. It was a stroke to his ego. He turns around and he struts down slowly, teasing by rubbing hischest and tugging at the sash before shaking his head, wagging his finger.

“I can't hear you! I don't think you really want it.”

Finally being able to see, I walk around, “You heard him, you gotta earn it and I promise you're in for a one-of-a-kind treat.”

Seeing him standing in his motorcycle boots and my robe is hysterical. I mouthed that I was going to kill him for defiling my robe. He definitely owes me a new one.

They're still trying to get him to disrobe. “Please Daddy Demon! I'll give all my votes to you!”

“We want to see Demon dick!” Then they start chanting, “Demon dick! Demon dick!”

I want to scrub this from my memory. Demon widens his stance and I know it's inevitable. I turn and walk away.

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