Page 2 of Daddy's Christmas Elf
Eli made his way around the table, serving the women first. The smirking guy said nothing more as the conversation resumed. Eli gave a silent sigh of relief. The guy had been goading him all evening, but now he seemed to have forgotten about him. One more tray of desserts to bring out and then he could move on to serving his other tables. Eli poured cream for the last of the women he’d served and was about to put the jug on the table when a hand tightened around his arm. Eli yelped as he was tugged down into the smirking guy’s lap.
“What do you think you’re doing? You can’t do this. Let me go.”
“Stop being a twat and leave the kid alone,” one of men muttered. His attention flickered from his dessert to Eli and back again, where it settled, Eli all but forgotten.
“It’s just a bit of fun. It’s Christmas, and isn’t Christmas all about having fun? What do you think, elf?"
The guy’s grin turned to a leer.
Feral.
Eli’s heart beat faster. If this had been a dark street, he’d have run as far and fast as he could, but the guy, thin and wiry but strong, held him fast.
“You’re Santa’s Little Helper, aren’t you? How about helping me with this.”
“Ehhg! Fuck off, you slimy creep,” Eli burst out when the guy ground his erection against his arse.
Eli tried to push himself away, but the guy had him pinned down. Somebody — another elf, Santa, the event planner, anybody — had to come and help, but amidst the noise and drunken laughter, everybody was oblivious to what was happening.
“For god’s sake, Murray, that’s enough,” the glassy-eyed woman slurred.
“We’re only having a laugh, aren’t we?” The guy called Murray grinned wider.
Eli lurched backwards as he tried to get away, jarring his back against the edge of the table. Pain burned through him, along with anger.
“Pass the jug, I want cream,” the drunk woman muttered.
“We all want cream, don’t we?” Murray sniggered as he ran his hand up Eli’s thigh, towards where Eli’s jacket stopped just short of his crotch.
Eli shoved Murray’s hand away, his anger turning to white hot rage. No way was he taking this crap.
“You want cream? You can fucking have it.”
Eli didn’t have time to wince with pain as he twisted and grabbed the jug just before the woman pulled it towards her. With one hand, Eli swung the heavy jug in an arc — and emptied it over Murray’s head.
Eli was almost catapulted from Murray’s lap as thick cream dripped from Murray’s soaked head all over his shoulders and down the front of his suit.
The drunken laughter and chatter around the table fell silent.
“You little bastard. Can’t you take a joke? What the fuck do you think you’re playing at?” Murray was panting hard, his sharp teeth bared in a snarl. Eli swallowed. The guy looked like a rabid dog, ready to attack.
Those at the tables nearest to them began to turn and stare, the start of a tidal wave of attention Eli wanted to run away from. He was shaking. From his turned up at the toes ridiculous shoes with the bells hanging from the ends, to the bell topped tip of his equally stupid felt hat, every part of Eli was shaking as fury and humiliation consumed him.
“What wasIplaying at? Stopping you from rubbing your nasty little dick all over my bum, for a start. That’s assault, and I’m going to report you to the police.”
Even as Eli’s threat fell from his lips, he knew it was pointless. Who around the table would back his word against their slimeball colleague’s?
Murray’s answering sneer sent a fresh wave of anger through Eli. He pulled his shoulders back, tilted his chin up, gathering together as much dignity as a man dressed as an elf could, as he let his words ring out.
“If you’re so desperate to get your rocks off, there are plenty of dark back streets around here where you can do it for a price.”
The collective gasp was louder than any of the raucous laughter Eli had been hearing all night.
Murray’s face, through the curtain of cream, turned blood red. He lunged forward as Eli staggered back, and everything exploded into fast forward.
Sheena, the sour faced events planner, hurtled forward like a bullet, a couple of minions on her heels, as she darted between Eli and Murray.
“I’m so sorry for this unacceptable and outrageous behaviour. I can’t apologise enough for what’s happened. Let me—” Sheena began to dab at Murray’s ruined suit.
