Teasing Santa

Maria's required appearance at her company's Santa Claus party is a real torment. For a single woman whose biological clock is ticking loudly, being surrounded by kids is nearly unbearable. But a naughty game among co-workers and a teasing confession to "Santa" turns the night into the hottest encounter of her life. And that one reckless moment just might result in her getting the Christmas present she really wants... in nine months.

Excerpt:
Brittany giggled. “I think Santa might need a drink too.”

I glanced over to where the man in a red suit and fake beard sat upon a makeshift sort-of throne. The heavy white fluff of the beard could not hide the look of horror on his face as Linda, the big boss’ wife, approached with her screaming, red-faced twins in tow.

No, those kids weren’t afraid of ‘Santa.’

They were just… let’s say that most of the office referred to them as the ‘evil twins.’ Never in front of the boss, of course. But their reputation in the company was notorious. “Poor guy.”

“Who do you think he is?”

“No idea.” That was one of the things about this annual party. Nobody was supposed to know who ended up playing Santa every year. I didn’t know why it was so important for it to be a big secret—it wasn’t like any of the kids who had sat on Santa’s lap would be around the office to hear or even understand the gossip about his identity.

I scanned the crowd, trying to see if anyone in particular was missing. “Must be one of the single guys.” I definitely felt a twinge of sympathy for the guy, if that was the case. If I thought my current situation was unbearable… “All the married ones are hiding in the corner over there.”

Another giggle. I was starting to suspect that Brittany might actually be drunker than I was. There was a gleam in her eyes that I wasn’t sure I liked and her sloppy grin turned into a full smirk. “Then I guess it’s just up to us to make it up to him.”

“What?”

“Haven’t you ever played the game when you were in college? Teasing Santa?”

“Teasing… Santa?”

“Sure. Sit in his lap and make him squirm.” Someone handed Brittany another drink. A frozen fruity thing that likely disguised much of its alcoholic content. She sipped it, her face turning redder every passing second. “He can’t do anything to touch you in return, can he? All the power is in your hands.”

“That doesn’t sound like it would be much fun for this particular Santa.”

“At least it would distract him from the terrible twosome.”

I laughed, despite myself. “If you say so.”

“They’re gone now. You go first, Maria.”

“What?”

“It might be your best chance to figure out who he is behind that beard, before the rest of us get to him.” This laugh, loud and inappropriate, came from another of the women, who worked in accounting. I was a little surprised to see her behavior. She was the last one that I would have expected it from.

“Oh, I don’t know.”

“Come on, Maria. Don’t be shy.” Brittany and one of the other women each grabbed me by the arm and dragged me forward. “Go on!”

I saw Santa’s eyes widen as I was practically pushed face-first into his lap. I recovered, staggering a bit from the combination of my high heels and the alcohol. But not without bending over so far that I probably gave him a good view all the way down the front of my dress.

I didn’t know how to get out of the situation, so I decided it would be better to make the best of it. And something in Santa’s eyes, the way that his pupils had dilated with an obvious interest, promised that this might be kind of fun after all. “Hope I’m not too late to tell you what I want for Christmas, Santa.”

He stammered and I thought I detected a blush forming under the white beard.

I took advantage of the moment to slide into his lap and… oh, my.

Somebody was very happy to see me.

“Well, then.” He let out a dry cough and shifted slightly in his chair, as if he could somehow move enough so that I wouldn’t be sitting directly on his hard cock. “There’s just one problem with that. You were not a very good girl, were you?”

“Well… maybe not all of the time.”