Santa Is A Sl*t (Holiday Hoemies #2)

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

NOEL

I open a bottle of wine while I wait for my phone to ring.

After I left work today, I sent a text to Val asking if we could video chat tonight and she responded with ten thumbs-up emojis.

Maybe she feels guilty for abandoning me. Or maybe she’s just the best friend a girl can have and she would have called me anyway.

But I want to be petty for at least one whole day before I start to move on to the acceptance stage.

My phone starts to sing about big booty bitches just as I am taking a seat on the couch and I swipe to answer it.

Her face lights up my phone screen as I make myself comfortable, squirming around until it feels just right.

“What happened today that made you send me all those crude emoji scenes?” Her words are enthusiastic and demanding, wanting to know all the dirty details.

I might have sent her a text with two eggplants, a kitty cat crying, a tongue and a ton of water droplets with no other information except what time I’d be free to explain it to her.

“Oh hey, Val. How are you? How was your day?” I ask casually, pretending to observe the societal standard of pleasantries before diving into the gossip.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Spill it.” She’s sitting in her living room with her own glass of wine.

It’s only a matter of time before one or more of her boyfriends join her and I want her full attention until then.

Adding my signature flare and using my superior storytelling capabilities, I outline every single detail of walking in on the scene in Nicholas’s office. I even grab a pen and paper to show her a stick figure recreation.

I do not doubt that if Val hasn’t already been in that position before, she will be testing it out as early as tomorrow.

I can hardly believe it myself but watching Val’s reactions to the story makes me giggle. The total shock and surprise on her facial features are hilarious, especially when she spits wine out on her blouse when I get to the part about Eve’s locker room visit.

“Well, what are you going to do?” She asks once I’ve finished talking.

“There’s not much I can do. It’s not like I want to embarrass Kane and Eve and there’s no way for me to use it against Nicholas without hurting them,” I shrug nonchalantly. “Besides, it’s probably not the best idea to spread rumors about anyone’s sex life but especially my boss.”

Val raises her brow at me skeptically. “Really?”

Nodding, I ask, “What?”

“Nothing…it’s just that I’m surprised at how mature you’re being.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I take a little offense at her statement.

“It’s not that you’re immature, Noel. It’s that you tend to thrive in chaos and most of the time maturity doesn’t overlap with your brand of chaos.” She tells me with a sympathetic purse of her lips.

I know what she means, even if it stings a little. There’s a reason Val’s guys like to grill me before our girl’s nights. I’ve gotten into plenty of trouble over the years and Val didn’t have a choice but to join me. Either she was right beside me or figuring a way to get me out of whatever compromising position I found myself in.

“I guess I’ve grown,” I say cockily.

But the truth is, I think I am growing. Even if I’ve never imagined settling down like Val has, I know I’m going to have to take life a little more seriously sooner or later.

It had already crossed my mind that this might be my last season at SantaScape. Eventually, I am going to need to do more than temporary positions in order to have a reliable income.

This place is going to be a lot harder to afford once I’m paying rent on my own.

“We both have, Noel. It was only a matter of time before adulthood caught up to us.” My best friend tells me proudly.

Val has always been the more sensible one between the two of us but she never made me feel bad about who I am.

“Maybe so,” I say, steering away from the seriousness of the conversation, “But I’ve learned something really important today.”

“What’s that?”

My smile is wider than the Joker’s. “That our new Santa is a dirty little slut.”

We both fall into giggles until tears start to form in my eyes.

Once we’ve calmed down, Val asks me, “So when do you think you’ll fuck your boss? I have to say, I highly recommend it. In fact, I think you’re the one who encouraged me to fuck all three of my bosses.”

Of course, she uses my good intentions against me. I just wanted my friend to get laid.

“Why does everyone think I want to fuck him?” I try to infuse confusion into my tone.

“You’re totally going to fuck him. I bet you have a foursome by the end of the week,” she says with a smug smile.

If I last that long, I’ll be impressed. I’m not sure that the next time one of the three of them attempts to seduce me, I’d be able to deny them.

I’m not in the habit of turning down an orgasm.

We eventually change the subject, talking about the rest of our day before making plans to have another video chat later this week.

I put away my wine glass before changing into a pair of pajamas with candy canes all over them. My love for the holiday season goes deep. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t love everything about it.

Laying down in bed, the thought crosses my mind that this will be my first Christmas that I wake up all alone. When I turn off the light and close my eyes, I try to pretend that the apartment isn’t as empty as it feels.

The next morning, I decide to start fresh. Walking into work, I start to think about how there’s no reason for me to hold on to things I can’t change.

I can’t change the fact that my roommate is in a happy relationship and wants to take it to the next level. I can’t change the fact that my boss is an asshole who seems to be determined to ruin everything about the job I love. I definitely can’t change the fact that the memory of Eve sucking Nicholas’s dick while Kane ate her pussy is seared into my brain. And I really can’t change the fact I want a chance to join them.

That’s right. I’ve finally accepted that I do want to fuck my boss.

And Eve.

And Kane.

Because even if it doesn’t last past the holidays, I don’t want to spend the next few weeks alone. I want to spend it getting naked with attractive people and collecting orgasms like book nerds collect special edition books.

I just have to figure out a way to make it happen.

I’m still working on my course of action when I bump into someone. And as luck would have it, I look up into the eyes of my boss.

Why do I want to giggle like a schoolgirl who just saw her crush changing in the locker room?

Oh, probably because I saw his dick yesterday and now I have to try and keep a straight face while having a conversation with him right after I was thinking about how hard I want him to rail me.

Clearing my throat, I say, “Excuse me.”

“Would you mind if I spoke with you for a minute?” Nicholas’s voice is monotone, making it difficult to determine if he’s still angry with me.

I’m not sure if this is the best timing to have a private conversation with him but I guess it’s necessary considering the circumstances.

“Sure,” I say with uncertainty.

“Great. Let’s head to my office.” Still, his tone gives nothing away.

I look at him skeptically and whisper yell, “You want to go to the scene of the crime?”

Nicholas rolls his eyes. “Hilarious, Noel.”

I sure as fuck thought so, I think to myself as we enter the elevator. He pushes the button for his floor and I try to discreetly study him from the corner of my eye.

He’s handsome. I can understand my attraction to him. There’s an energy around him that gives off dominance, which was confirmed after hearing him threaten to edge Kane and Eve yesterday.

Then again, he was just fucking Eve’s face, which requires very little effort on his end. So he could be a lazy lay.

I doubt it, though.

The elevator dings, letting us know we’ve reached our destination floor and I follow him to his office. Eve is at her desk and she blows me a kiss when we pass her. I pretend to catch it and then pat the area just below my navel while I wink at her.

It makes me think of how she was kissing me there yesterday afternoon and I’m curious to know if she followed my orders.

Nicholas waves me ahead of him before stepping into the room himself and closing the door behind us. “Take a seat.”

I want to make a comment about saying please but I know it’s just going to irritate him and I still don’t know exactly what this conversation is about.

“Now, where should we start, Noel?” He asks with a tsk. “Barging into a private office? Insubordination? Unprofessional conduct?”

My eyes go wide in shock at his audacity before I let out a loud snort. “Is this a joke?”

It has to be. Unprofessional conduct? I literally caught this man with his pants down yesterday.

“I assure you that I do not find your unprofessional behavior a joking manner whatsoever.” His voice is stern.

I expected some backlash for yesterday’s events but this feels much more serious than I thought it would be.

“I’m sorry?” I say it as a question because I am truly confused by this situation.

“What exactly is it that you’re sorry for?” He asks while leaning back in his chair.

There’s this instinct deep inside of me that wants to do the right thing here and potentially save my job. But then there’s the devil on my shoulder telling me to apologize for nothing.

He saves me from having to choose between the two by speaking as if his question was always rhetorical.

“Are you sorry that you walked in on me having play time with Kane and Eve? Or that you weren’t Included?”

Umm…what?

“Or are you maybe sorry that you came all over Eve’s lips and didn’t leave enough of a taste to satisfy my craving?”

Suddenly, this feels much more dangerous than the idea of losing my job.

It feels like my boss might be trying, and succeeding, to turn me on.

Standing from his chair, he rounds his desk until he’s right in front of me. “Are you sorry for any of those things, my naughty little elf?”

His naughty little elf?

I lick my lips and decide to lean into whatever game he’s trying to play. “No. I’m not sorry.”

The smirk on his face tells me he was expecting my answer. “Then maybe I should do something to make you sorry.”

Now I’m back to being confused. “Are you going to fire me?”

He chuckles. “No, I’m not going to fire you. That would probably be the smart thing to do. A reasonable punishment for your actions. But I’ve got another idea.”

“Then what is it?”

“I’m still going to punish you. I think ten will do.” He says as he shrugs off his suit jacket and begins to roll up his sleeves.

“Ten swats over your ass.”

I might have just had a spontaneous orgasm. As a proud brat, I fucking love to be spanked. Quickly, I pinch myself because there’s no way that this isn’t a dream.

My boss, who is a very sexy asshole, wants to spank me as a punishment for…turning him on.

“Alright, big man, I’ll let you dole out your punishment on one condition.”

He gestures for me to continue.

“Admit that you want me first. Tell me that when you saw me walk into this room yesterday that you would have given anything to see me drop to my knees and share your cock with Eve like a lollipop. Tell me how hard it made you when she kissed you with my taste still on her lips.”

I need this. Before I give this man the power to put me in a vulnerable position, I need him to give me some of the control in this scenario.

He gently places his hand on my cheek and looks me in the eyes as he says, “I don’t want you, Noel. I fucking need you.”

Smiling at my small victory, I back away from him and watch as a flicker of disappointment flashes over his features.

Then I watch the heat light back up in his eyes as I bend over his desk. “Then spank me, Santa.” I wink to let him know that

He chuckles, laughing at my cheeky comment, helping to lighten the moment.

I’m happy I didn’t have time to change into my costume yet, I don’t think this would be quite as sexy with candy cane striped tights on. Or maybe it would. Instead, I have on a loose sweater dress which manages to give him easy access when he lifts the hem and studies my ass.

“Make sure you count out loud for me, I’d hate to lose track and start all over.” His tone tells me the opposite, I’m sure he’d be delighted if I gave him a reason to repeat this.

His hand gently caresses one of my ass cheeks before giving it a soft squeeze. Then, a slap comes down hard, making me jump a little. “Count.”

“One.”

He repeats the process and I continue to count.

When the word, “ten,” leaves my mouth, he begins to massage the pain away.

I’m uncomfortable, but not because what we did hurt me. Instead, I need relief.

“What do you need, Noel?” His words demand an answer.

“Please make me come.” I’m not going to be shy about what I need here. I never have been and I won’t be starting today.

“Good girl. Now do I use my fingers or my mouth?”

I want to beg him to use both but before I can, two fingers are sliding inside my entrance. I’m already drenched, so turned on from the spanking he gave me, that he enters me with ease.

“Soaking wet, just like I thought you would be. Does my naughty elf like to be punished?”

There he goes with the possessiveness again.

“Yes,” I say but it comes out as more of a moan.

I think about how Eve is just outside this door, probably listening in on what we’re doing. Or maybe even peeking through a crack in the door.

“Look at you, squeezing my fingers like a needy little slut. Come on them.”

He curls his fingers in just the right spot and I’m seeing spots in my vision, following his order. “Fuck, Nicholas.” This encounter has been so hot, I can only imagine the mess I’ve made.

Turning around, I watch as he sucks every bit of my off his fingers, leaving nothing behind.

“Even better when it comes straight from the source.” I don’t know if his pun was intentional, but I smile back at him.

Then I notice the clock on the wall and realize I’m about to be late for my shift and I still need to change into my costume.

“Fuck, I have to go,” I tell him as I fix my clothing.

“Alright, but we do need to have a real conversation at some point. And Noel?”

I stop and turn to face him.

“Since I know what you taste like, I think it’s best if you call me, Nico.” The cocky look on his face makes me wish I had more time to put his mouth to better use.

Instead, I roll my eyes before rushing out of the room. I can only hope all of our conversations end with the same present.