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07 Temmuz 2023, 17:31
SANTAS NAUGHTY HELPER
I've never been one for presents. There's a little thing called the givers intent. Basically the intent is to not receive any thing in return for the item. This time of year used to be about giving thanks to all of life's gifts, now its bastardized with the commercial entity and Macy Day Parades big fat man. Ya think The Jolly Red is all into niceties yet not today as he walks in the Rose, a strip and escorting club which I happened to be sponsoring and working out of.
Rubbing his white Faux Beard as he walks past the tables. His eyes linger upon me and I'm tempted to rip his throat out. Instead I smile sweetly perk my tail to cover my naughty bits for a bit of burlesque effect smiling sweetly over my tail. Did I mention I'm a wolf?
"Hey Santa, spreading some good cheer to the naughty girls today?" biting my lip more for keeping my mouth shut than the effect it has below his big black golden buckled belt.
"Why, my dear, you've been anything but naughty... " with a pretentious full laugh at the back of his throat, ".. in fact you've been quite the giver yourself." As he sits at my table.
Kneeling at the end of the table I lean my muzzle over lifting my lips tempted to add some bloodstains to the lard ass'es white beard I whisper seductively, "Interested in giving a giver a memory that'll last a lifetime?"
As his eyes dilate and hit the ceiling at whatever lustful thought goes through his head he actually surprises me by shaking his head, leans back and looks me directly in the eye, "That is if you can assist me with three little elves that have been very very naughty."
My curiosity peaked, tail and ear twitching in response I sit back on my haunches and scoot my ass so I'm sitting on the table between his legs, "What have these elves done Nick?" As I raise a brow looking down my muzzle at him.
Taking a breath and I didn't think Santa could blush through his rosy cheeks but I swear he did... I suppose anger can do that, "They made some naughty toys but they quote "malfuctioned" was the letter they left on her spread eagled corpse...." His knuckles white gripping his beard I thought he may pull it out," Mrs. Claus being the only female to test out such toys died, and I'm an old soul as you may well know and I've been tracking them for a couple decades and I finally found them in an establishment much like this one."
Putting a finger to my snout I ponder it over, helping the fat man get even with the elves seemed worth a nice prize and something to give her a vacation for a few years from escorting even if it was his warehouse workers of adult toys that went overboard with his
novelty tester.
Taking him by the hand as more patrons file in to enjoy the red lights prize I take him to the back room for lap dances. On the cushy black recliner slash couch that?s embroidered with rose vines I push him down in the seat and with anything but lust between the legs on my mind I say one word in almost a bark, ?Speak.?
His eyes still glossed over from little lustful word-spell I cast before he takes a few deep breaths to control his thoughts. I will say this for the fat man, he has a talent for shielding his more baser instincts. He might be trouble if he refuses to pay.
Startled out of his reverie he pulls his beard as I start to notice its his nervous tick, ?I learned of you Lhinnian through a mutual friend. She mentioned if I was looking for blood lust, your the actual source of the word.?
My reputation seldom proceeds me and only a dozen or so fey know my true nature. Typically I put a stippen in that knowledge that if its ever shared they owe me a favor. Seems my luck for the night is getting better and better. Twitching my tail at the fortune at my X-mas tree I smile lude-ly, ?I suppose they owe me a favor for spilling who I am, got a name Christopher??
?They told me to trust your gut, whatever that means.?
Gluttony? how did I know it? birds of the same feather. My eyes going over his more then 3 beer barrell-full belly I snicker almost. I suppose Lust does have some help with Gluttony on occasion, after all we created food. Need more energy for the fucking ye know?
The music starting for the lineup at the stage I shrug it off, this promised to be a very profitable night with the jolly fat man. The Rose is indepently run so the workers are free to escort freely at their discretion without a word. Finally making up my mind I straddle his lap and tug at his beard playfully (Dont judge, hey after all Lust seals her contracts with blood or funner things.. I prefer the later from the Gluttonous, I have to maintain my figure, can?t be eating fatty things)
Pulling my ears back with a playful lustful growl ?You know the cost in dealing with the Sins??
I almost thought he might hesitate yet his Wrath seemed to eat his soul, ?Yes lovely, and yours seems the most entertaining.?
Smiling lustfully as I grind my thighs under his fold of his belly I lift a knee to his crotch grinding in the vicinity of his balls, ?My cost is in favors; In return for this bit of bloodlust you require I shall invoke this penance at a later date.? I left out the part that favor could cost him his soul.. though I doubt he had much of a spark to begin with. At least I can travel on his bank account, I have been Escort (http://www.etlikcivciv.com/) looking for a change in scenery.
As I give him the briefest of kisses the red light in the booth illuminating us both flashes indicating that one of my fellow employees needs this particular booth. My oh my, it is going to be a busy night.
Digging for the note quickly from his belt line he hands it to me with a ecstatic grin as I notice the stain below his golden buckle. Unfolding it I do a mental checklist as I read it over, all three of them signed it. Smiling back to my new employer I wonder if any mortal knows when they sign something there signing their intent into the paper; a legal dead fiction, now another string of wandering souls ripe for the plucking. And I notice its addressed to no-one in particular.
?Adult toy 46b mal fuctioned, we have failed as your elves?
Ben, Jesus,
I've never been one for presents. There's a little thing called the givers intent. Basically the intent is to not receive any thing in return for the item. This time of year used to be about giving thanks to all of life's gifts, now its bastardized with the commercial entity and Macy Day Parades big fat man. Ya think The Jolly Red is all into niceties yet not today as he walks in the Rose, a strip and escorting club which I happened to be sponsoring and working out of.
Rubbing his white Faux Beard as he walks past the tables. His eyes linger upon me and I'm tempted to rip his throat out. Instead I smile sweetly perk my tail to cover my naughty bits for a bit of burlesque effect smiling sweetly over my tail. Did I mention I'm a wolf?
"Hey Santa, spreading some good cheer to the naughty girls today?" biting my lip more for keeping my mouth shut than the effect it has below his big black golden buckled belt.
"Why, my dear, you've been anything but naughty... " with a pretentious full laugh at the back of his throat, ".. in fact you've been quite the giver yourself." As he sits at my table.
Kneeling at the end of the table I lean my muzzle over lifting my lips tempted to add some bloodstains to the lard ass'es white beard I whisper seductively, "Interested in giving a giver a memory that'll last a lifetime?"
As his eyes dilate and hit the ceiling at whatever lustful thought goes through his head he actually surprises me by shaking his head, leans back and looks me directly in the eye, "That is if you can assist me with three little elves that have been very very naughty."
My curiosity peaked, tail and ear twitching in response I sit back on my haunches and scoot my ass so I'm sitting on the table between his legs, "What have these elves done Nick?" As I raise a brow looking down my muzzle at him.
Taking a breath and I didn't think Santa could blush through his rosy cheeks but I swear he did... I suppose anger can do that, "They made some naughty toys but they quote "malfuctioned" was the letter they left on her spread eagled corpse...." His knuckles white gripping his beard I thought he may pull it out," Mrs. Claus being the only female to test out such toys died, and I'm an old soul as you may well know and I've been tracking them for a couple decades and I finally found them in an establishment much like this one."
Putting a finger to my snout I ponder it over, helping the fat man get even with the elves seemed worth a nice prize and something to give her a vacation for a few years from escorting even if it was his warehouse workers of adult toys that went overboard with his
novelty tester.
Taking him by the hand as more patrons file in to enjoy the red lights prize I take him to the back room for lap dances. On the cushy black recliner slash couch that?s embroidered with rose vines I push him down in the seat and with anything but lust between the legs on my mind I say one word in almost a bark, ?Speak.?
His eyes still glossed over from little lustful word-spell I cast before he takes a few deep breaths to control his thoughts. I will say this for the fat man, he has a talent for shielding his more baser instincts. He might be trouble if he refuses to pay.
Startled out of his reverie he pulls his beard as I start to notice its his nervous tick, ?I learned of you Lhinnian through a mutual friend. She mentioned if I was looking for blood lust, your the actual source of the word.?
My reputation seldom proceeds me and only a dozen or so fey know my true nature. Typically I put a stippen in that knowledge that if its ever shared they owe me a favor. Seems my luck for the night is getting better and better. Twitching my tail at the fortune at my X-mas tree I smile lude-ly, ?I suppose they owe me a favor for spilling who I am, got a name Christopher??
?They told me to trust your gut, whatever that means.?
Gluttony? how did I know it? birds of the same feather. My eyes going over his more then 3 beer barrell-full belly I snicker almost. I suppose Lust does have some help with Gluttony on occasion, after all we created food. Need more energy for the fucking ye know?
The music starting for the lineup at the stage I shrug it off, this promised to be a very profitable night with the jolly fat man. The Rose is indepently run so the workers are free to escort freely at their discretion without a word. Finally making up my mind I straddle his lap and tug at his beard playfully (Dont judge, hey after all Lust seals her contracts with blood or funner things.. I prefer the later from the Gluttonous, I have to maintain my figure, can?t be eating fatty things)
Pulling my ears back with a playful lustful growl ?You know the cost in dealing with the Sins??
I almost thought he might hesitate yet his Wrath seemed to eat his soul, ?Yes lovely, and yours seems the most entertaining.?
Smiling lustfully as I grind my thighs under his fold of his belly I lift a knee to his crotch grinding in the vicinity of his balls, ?My cost is in favors; In return for this bit of bloodlust you require I shall invoke this penance at a later date.? I left out the part that favor could cost him his soul.. though I doubt he had much of a spark to begin with. At least I can travel on his bank account, I have been Escort (http://www.etlikcivciv.com/) looking for a change in scenery.
As I give him the briefest of kisses the red light in the booth illuminating us both flashes indicating that one of my fellow employees needs this particular booth. My oh my, it is going to be a busy night.
Digging for the note quickly from his belt line he hands it to me with a ecstatic grin as I notice the stain below his golden buckle. Unfolding it I do a mental checklist as I read it over, all three of them signed it. Smiling back to my new employer I wonder if any mortal knows when they sign something there signing their intent into the paper; a legal dead fiction, now another string of wandering souls ripe for the plucking. And I notice its addressed to no-one in particular.
?Adult toy 46b mal fuctioned, we have failed as your elves?
Ben, Jesus,