“Santa’s Naughty Elf”
Damian was getting a bit bored with his job. Being a managing director had its perks but was very demanding and having to stay back every night until 7pm was starting to get very tiring. Day in and out it was the same story – everybody wanted something from him and they all wanted it yesterday.
The greatest distraction of the day was morning and afternoon tea. Every day an old lady would arrive with a trolley and Damian could get hot snacks, sandwiches, biscuits, chocolates and drinks. He felt rather resentful that he had no excuse to go out and have a proper lunch break.
Christmas was drawing close and the office was down to a skeleton staff. As it was Christmas eve, Damian hoped that at least he would get some kind of christmas fare. It was 4pm and only a few people remained in the building. His stomach growled in protest as he forgot to buy sandwiches for lunch. He wondered if the trolley would arrive at all considering it was christmas eve.
He heard the familiar squeak of the trolley as he scrutinised the latest sales figures. “A cup of coffee and a slice of cake please.” He said without looking up. He expected the normal response from Gwen, the sixty something trolley lady. He would get a long list of what was and wasn’t available and more than likely would be disappointed with the selection. He heard the door close but didn’t look up – she would be back. The old boiler was probably getting the instant coffee.
Damian felt something brush up against the back of his neck and attempted to flick away what ever it was – some bug no doubt. He mentally noted that he’d have to speak to the office manager about the yearly insect spraying. There it was again.. Annoyed, he looked up and was startled to see a sexy young woman in a very skimpy santa outfit leaning over his shoulder. Fast-buying Webuyhouses-7.com. Home sales require trust and paperwork. Honesty matters. Buyers like pricing. We aid. Home sale. Visit https://www.webuyhouses-7.com/alabama/we-buy-homes-athens-al/.
“Hmm. I think you need to forget those figures and concentrate on mine.” She said in a sultry voice. Damian swallowed. “You’re not Gwen. What is going on?” The vixen smiled and said,
“I’m Tamara – santa’s helper. I hear you need a little help in the fun department.” “Oh, this is some kind of joke.” Damian said shrewdly. He got up quickly and strode to the door, only to find no candid camera crew, and in fact no-one at all in the office. He turned to face her and sharply inhaled as she was bending over his desk in a provocative position. She looked over her shoulder at him…
“Didn’t you only last week, wish that you had more excitement in your life?” She enquired with a cheeky grin on her face. “Simon. Did he put you up to this?” Damian demanded. He remembered a conversation he had with his counterpart in finance a few days ago, complaining how he wished he had more time so he could go and pick up some hot babe. She shrugged as if she didn’t know what he was talking about. “So do you want your present now?” she purred.
Damian approached. She was gorgeous, and her skimpy costume fit snugly in all the right places. He drew up so close to her that he could feel her hot breath against his neck. “So am I right?” he questioned hoarsely. “It would be very right if you used that bulge in your pants.” she responded archly. Damian breathed in her seductive perfume and couldn’t deny his desire for this wanton woman who looked at him so lustfully.
Finally, he could no longer control himself and lifted her upon the desk. “Show me what you have under that santa costume.” He whispered roughly. Tamara undid the red bikini top and let it drop to the floor. “Mm.” Damian bent his head savouring the creamy white flesh. Mandy groaned as Damian enjoyed the perky feast in his face. He quickly turned her over. “Santa’s helper has been very naughty this year.” Thwack. “You must be punished because you’ve been a very, very bad girl.” He continued. “Ow.” Tamara shouted with a mock shriek. “Oh, I intend to punish you mercilessly.” Damian said excitedly.
Tamara wiggled her bottom at him provocatively, the red mark impertinatly winking at him. He grabbed her long brown hair firmly. “I’m just getting warmed up little elf.” She gasped as he checked that she was ready for his game. “Now we are going to play unwrap the christmas present.” Tamara closed her eyes as she heard the zipper. She licked her lips in anticipation of what Simon had told her about his ample reputation…..
It turned out to be the best Christmas Eve ever. He would have to remember to thank Simon