Scary Santa 소설 & 이야기

Then she leaned in and stage whispered, "Don't play her for money. You'll lose your shirt." Kiki laughed. "Oh, I believe that!" "Check," Abby announced again, her voice matter of fact, concentrating hard on the game. "Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!" a voice resonated throughout the house. Kiki looked over and Santa Claus himself filled the doorway, dressed in a red suit, sporting a natural white beard, and carrying a sack filled with toys. Smiling executives dressed in business suits--both men and women--from The North Pole Lodge, were with him, carrying packages wrapped in brightly colored paper.

“Father asked me to pick up a Christmas gift for the butler. But here, I think you need it more. They suit you better!” I frown deeply as she hands it to me. But just as the gloves are about to be delivered to me, Erin suddenly drops the gloves. Eyes blinking at me and then down at them, smugly expecting me to pick them up in further humiliation. However, Erin’s humiliation plan is interrupted. “Look! It’s Santa Claus!” A kid's excited scream pierces through the square. And all eyes turn to witness four massive reindeer pulling a massive red sleigh. And in the driver’s seat, is Santa!

I walked to the door to see that person, I really wanted to know who is that person. When I am about slid my head off the door "Nooooooo!" Ciara loudly screamed making me stops for a moment and swiftly turned myself to her fishing her arms at my direction with her eyes and mouth widely open and agape like she just saw a ghost or more like trying to warn me about something bad that I am about to do or encounter. She's so weird. "Why?" I asked trying to clear things. *** Angelina keeps on pulling Skye away from the house when they hear Ciara loudly screamed that made them suddenly stop. Skye didn't also know why Angelina is acting so weird like that where she even need to hold his arm and pull

SCARLETT. The club is packed when I walk in, all glitter and red velvet and people dressed like they're trying to fuck Santa. Which, honestly, same. I'm wearing a Mrs. Claus outfit that's basically lingerie with a Santa hat—white fur trim on red satin that barely covers my ass, thigh-high boots, the whole deal. I look hot as hell and I know it. My name's Scarlett. I do p**n for a living, which means I'm extremely comfortable with my body and what I want. And what I want tonight is to blow off some serious steam.

“He doesn’t care about money. Or even winning. He just likes watching.” The room goes silent. A cold prickle runs down my spine. Around me, the others exchange glances, their postures shifting. No one speaks, but I can feel the unease settling like a thick fog. I try to keep my body loose and relaxed as I walk over to Scarlett, crouching beside her and gently tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Her small fingers clutch one of her stuffed animals, a well-loved unicorn with matted fur. “What do you mean, sweetheart?” I ask softly. “Who likes to watch what?” She shrugs, not looking up. “The man you’re talking about. He likes seeing what people do when they’re scared. He has a room where he mak

he asks. I look up to see him holding up the shoes I had suggested and nod, “Yup, those are the ones.” “Great, I’m taking these home with me,” he says as he gets to work on changing back into his boy clothes. “Now, back to Sexy Santa.” I roll my eyes, “He is not a sexy Santa. I mean, he’s sexy, but he’s not Santa. Santa is a jolly old man with an ever-expanding waistline. Jartre is not that.” He’s also a few billion years older than Santa, but whatever.

“Have you tried the desserts yet?” She pouted. “Daddy won’t let me have any.” “Oh, well, maybe I can sneak you some.” Her eyes went huge, then she broke out into a wide, toothy grin. “You’re not as scary as Daddy told me you are. I like you.” “He called me scary, did he?” I met Sylvester’s gaze, and at my flat look, he stiffened with unease. Even during Christmastime, I had to instill at least a little fear in my subordinates. “Later, can you tell him I will forget he said that if he won’t be mad that I gave you a lot of desserts?”

"Santa, your beard is-is tickling me." "I'm sorry." He grinned mischievously at her, feeling the opposite of sorry. He swayed his beard over her face, tickling her all over until she smiled broadly and clutched the hem of his red jacket. "You're Santa's favourite person Joy." "Naughty, naughty Santa!" There was a sudden, jeering voice behind them and Logan whirled around. There stood Jamal ridiculously clad in the shortest white miniskirt and the tightest red tubetop. His feet were sunken deep in thigh-high red boots with pointed heals and his lips were painted a seductive red.

It was carved into the shape of a smiling Bhramuth, and the warmth of her skin lingered on it. Now, without the pendant, Charlotte finally saw her colleagues, who had been there all along. "We have plenty of employees here. From now on, you'll be working with them," I told her. I clapped my hands happily as I watched terror spread across her face. "What is happening? What are these things?" Charlotte screamed. The workshop was crowded with ghosts. At that moment, they were all sizing her up. They looked disturbing—headless men, women with missing limbs, and even malformed infants. No one could witness such a sight and remain unshaken.

He latched onto one, sucking hard, his beard scratching her skin while she screamed. “Yes, Santa, yes! Suck my tits while I fuck you!” He switched to the other, biting just hard enough to make her sob. His hips snapped up brutally now, meeting her halfway, cock spearing so deep she saw stars. “Gonna fill this naughty cunt,” he snarled against her breast. “Stuff your stocking with every drop.” “Please,” she begged, nails digging into his shoulders through the suit. “Please fill my stocking, Santa, I’ve been so bad!”