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Naughty Little Elf(2)

The mall was finally quiet. The overhead lights had dimmed to a soft amber glow, the endless loop of Christmas carols had clicked off mid-“Jingle Bells,” and the fake snow machines had gone silent. The winter wonderland looked almost eerie now. There were empty velvet ropes and scattered candy-cane wrappers.I should have gone home. My shift ended twenty minutes ago. My coat was in the employee locker, my ride-share app was open on my phone, and every logical part of my brain screamed that I needed to leave before I did something stupid.But my body had other plans.I lingered behind the backdrop, pretending to organize the prop baskets while the other elves clocked out and giggled their way toward the exit. One by one, the overhead spotlights powering down left the grotto in shadows, lit only by the twinkling fairy lights strung through the fake pines.And him.Santa—Mr. Clausen still sat on the throne, slowly removing the padded belly and loosening the wide black belt. The red j

Naughty Little Elf (3)

I was lost in him.Mr. Clausen’s mouth devoured mine like he’d been starving for years, beard scratching my skin in the most delicious burn, tongue stroking deep and filthy. I ground down shamelessly on the thick ridge of his cock, my soaked panties dragging over velvet, chasing friction that had me whimpering into his kiss. His big hands gripped my ass, spreading me wider on his lap, fingers teasing dangerously close to where I needed them most.The throne felt like a altar, and I was the offering.We were so consumed I didn’t hear the soft jingle of bells at first. Not until the curtain rustled and a shadow fell across us.I froze, heart slamming against my ribs. We were caught. Locked in, but someone else had a key.I pulled back just enough to look over my shoulder, breath ragged.Marcus.The head elf. thirty seven, tall, lean muscle under his green tunic, dark hair cropped short, sharp jaw shadowed with stubble. He’d been playing the jolly helper all day. He has been organizing

Naughty Little Elf (4)

I was trembling. Not from cold but from pure, overwhelming need. My elf dress was bunched around my waist, panties long gone, and I was straddling Nick’s lap on Santa’s massive velvet throne like it was built for exactly this kind of sin.Marcus stood behind me, tunic gone, pants shoved down just enough. His hands gripped my hips, thumbs spreading me open while he dragged the head of his cock through my wetness, teasing, coating himself.Two older men, both hard for me and are about to take me at the same time.I’d never done this. Never even dreamed it could feel this filthy-good.“Look at her,” Marcus rasped, voice rough with awe. “Eighteen and already dripping for both of us. That tight little pussy begging to be stretched.”Nick’s blue eyes locked on mine, one hand tangled in my ponytail, the other cupping my breast through the velvet dress, thumb flicking my nipple until I whimpered. “You want this, Mia?” he asked again, like he needed to hear it one more time. “Both of us inside

Naughty Little Elf (5)

I was still draped over Nick’s chest, limp and glowing, every muscle humming from the way they’d just wrecked me. Their cum leaked slowly and warmly down my thighs, thick and sticky, a filthy reminder of how thoroughly they’d claimed me on this throne. The fairy lights twinkled lazily above us, casting red and green shadows over sweat-slick skin, the grotto still heavy with the scent of sex and pine.Marcus’s fingers traced lazy, filthy circles on my inner thigh, teasing higher each time, brushing the sticky mess between my legs. When he grazed my swollen clit, I jolted with an oversensitive gasp, hips twitching.“Still needy?” he teased, voice low and amused, already knowing the answer.I laughed breathlessly, shaking my head against Nick’s neck. “No way. You two destroyed me. I can’t take another…”Nick’s hand slid down my spine, cupping my ass possessively, squeezing the tender flesh. “Liar,” he murmured against my temple, lips brushing my skin. “I can feel your little pussy clench

Pay With Your Body(1)

Nova's POV The elevator in my building is broken again, so I drag myself up four flights of stairs. My thighs scream from last night's shift, and these cheap sneakers feel like they're grinding my feet to nothing. I reek of that dollar store body spray mixed with stale cigarette smoke that won't wash off no matter how hard I scrub. Tips tonight were garbage. Just fifty two thousand naira. Rent sits at two hundred fifty thousand, three months behind. I'm sinking fast and the waves keep pulling me under.I hit my floor, the hallway half dark under that buzzing light bulb that never stays on. And there he stands.Kai.He was leaning against my door like he owns the whole damn world. Which he does, at least this rundown piece of it.His arms are crossed over that wide chest, black t shirt pulled tight across shoulders built for trouble. Tattoos snake out from under his sleeves, dark lines twisting over thick forearms. His jaw looks carved from stone, and those eyes lock on me the second

Pay With Your Body (2)

The alarm went off at 6 p.m. and I slapped it quiet before it could keep yelling. I rolled off the mattress, feet hitting the cold floor, and stumbled straight to the bathroom. The shower ran hot and I stood under it longer than I should have, soap sliding down my tits and over my stomach and between my thighs. I scrubbed hard like the water could wash last night out of me. Kai’s voice still sat in my head clear as if he was standing right there. “Baby girl. Figure it out.” The way he looked at me in that hallway. The way those two words made me so wet I had to finger myself against the door until my knees gave out. I came thinking about his hands and his mouth and that thick body pinning me down. Shame mixed with heat that still had not left.I stepped out and looked at myself in the fogged mirror. Dark skin glowing under the weak light. Braids in a high ponytail. Full lips still a little swollen from biting them while I came. This body was my job. My only weapon. My biggest curse. I

Pay With Your Body (3)

The lock clicks shut behind me. The sound is sharp in the quiet of the VIP room, louder than the bass still thumping outside the walls.I turn around.Kai is right where I left him on that black couch. Legs spread wide, one arm stretched along the back, the other resting near the forgotten glass of whatever he was drinking. Red light slides over him, catching on the ink curling up his forearms and the thick veins in his hands. His eyes never leave me. Dark. Steady. Like he has already decided exactly how this night is going to go.I stay by the door for a second, arms folded over my chest even though the lace is barely covering anything. My heart is hammering so hard I can feel it in my throat.He tilts his head a little. “You gonna stand there all night, or you gonna come collect your forgiveness?”My mouth goes dry. “This was not part of any plan.”“Plans change.” His voice is low, almost soft, but there is nothing soft about the way he is looking at me. “You’re short on rent. I’m s

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