Christmas Kink's with Daddie

*Vince POV*

I took a long drag of my weed stick, actively listening to the debate ongoing between my entertainment team.

"I think they should make use of masks for this theme. Or what do you think, Vince?" Brenda—the head of the team inquired.

"I think it's okay; besides, it will help protect against any disaster," my smoky voice gave out.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm aiming at." They all nodded in unison.

"How many men are permitted?" She asked again. I took another long drag. "5 men, 10 girls; each team contains two girls and one man," I answered, and they all nodded in agreement.

"All right, sir, we would start making preparations; the notice has already been sent out, and participants are already flowing in," Brenda smiled, packing up the folder while the other members were already exiting my office.

"All right, sir, enjoy your holiday. Merry Christmas in advance." I gave a nod, watching her intensely as her back faced me, walking out with her small butt swaying slightly.

Every season of Christmas I organized a play for myself. Since I don't have family and friends to enjoy the season with, I decided years ago to organize a steamy vacation where people come to perform kinky stuff that I love while I watch and enjoy the show.

I killed the light from my weed and stood up with my suit jacket lazily hung loosely on my shoulder. A knock came on the door, followed by the appearance of my secretary.

"What's the matter again?" I sneered, annoyed at her presence because it spoke of disturbance.

"Some investors want to see you, sir." I eyed her. "What part of 'we are closed for the year' don't you understand? Get the fuck out!" I ordered firmly. She flinched and ran out like a rabbit being chased.

I exited my company and headed for my car. It was getting dark and snowing heavily. I opened the door of my Bugatti and hopped in. I have only one night to sleep at my apartment here in Manhattan before I move to my villa at Costa Rica, where I would be spending the rest of the holiday season with the entertainment strangers. I twisted the steering wheel back and forth, driving onto the main road.

"The fuck!" I cursed, hitting rapidly at the brake, which made the car jerk and stop roughly one inch close to a lady. She stood still, her eyes popping out. I took a proper glance at her; her hands were shaking, and her body was soaked. I stepped out of my car. "Are you okay?" I moved closer to the young lady.

She just rotated her eyes to me, no word, no action; she just stood mute and rooted on the spot. Is she having a panic attack or what?

"Hey!" I grabbed her hands, and as if she returned to life, she jerked out of my grip. "Who the hell are you? You…almost ran me over!" Her teeth clattered, almost making her sentence unintelligible.

Normally I would have barked at the strange little girl, but she looked pitiful, and I couldn't bring myself to reprimand her. "The weather isn't fit to be under for long; where is your cab, or haven't you ordered one?" I asked, watching her constantly checking out her phone. "I didn't order a cab; I'm waiting for my boyfriend to take me home." She rolled her eyes at me. "Boyfriend?" I scoffed. No guy in his right sense or who truly loves a girl would allow her to stand helplessly under the snow, unless he wants her to freeze to death.

She looked at me skeptically. "Yes? Got a problem with that?" I shook my head.

"All right then, don't stay out long. The storm is going to hit hard tonight." I made it known and then turned back, strutting towards my car. I pulled the door open and then took a last peek at her before entering.

I didn't start the car at first; I just sat there watching her typing away on her phone. Her body was shuddering, breathing, and hitching because of the cold. I found her very interesting and amusing. Little pride.

For over ten minutes she has been typing and calling, and with the look of things there has been no response. Through the luscious locks of her auburn hair, she peeped in my direction. The fingers placed on my chin slipped to the side as a dark chuckle escaped from my mouth. Is not this little creature cute?

I slide my hand to the passenger seat to pick up my phone. I swipe it open, dialing the number of one of my private cab services.

"Hello... yes... ASAP." I hung up the call after the brief discussion. I returned my glance back to the road, back to my little cutie performance. She was pacing back and forth, placing her phone to her ear, removing it, placing it back, removing it to check it, and placing it back. She tucked a strand of her wet hair behind her ear, blowing out a breath. She dipped her hand back in the pocket of her overcoat, and she looked in my direction fully this time around; her facial expression gave off someone who was contemplating whether to ask for help.

She attempted to approach, but the cab I ordered drove in her direction, and they both halted. The driver stuck his head out of the window, whispering something to her; I reckoned he was explaining to her who had ordered him. I watched her nod her head before slowly and carefully walking towards me. She rotated until she was facing my window and gave a knock. I grinned and then pressed a red button, which caused the window to gradually slide down. However, my face was hit by the beautiful view of her big tits; the blouse she wore was already drenched, and because of the light fabric it was made of, it made the cloth stick to her body.

"Um... uh... I know I was rude earlier; I didn't mean to act disrespectfully, but I was on edge. Thanks for the ride, sir." Her singsong voice flowed in like a melody. After saying her mind, she didn't wait for a response before returning to enter the cab. I think she did the right thing because if she had stayed, I might have said or done something to her. Anyway, I think I have taken an interest in her; when I'm back from my holiday, I will get her.