Content advisory: coarse
language, oral sex, m/f sex
Recap: In Chapter Three, Crispin recieves
an unexpected visitor, or two.
Crispin
The events
of earlier that morning plagued Crispin
as he walked to work. When Cris had returned home from his shift, Randy waited
outside his apartment door and the cocky smirk on his face indicated trouble.
“So, you and Rissa, huh?”
Crispin refused to answer,
unlocked the door and invited his buddy in for a beer. There wasn’t a male in
the North Pole who didn’t lust after Rissa Claus. Lucky for Cris, she didn’t
want anyone else but him—for the moment, anyway.
He’d explained the events of
the past few days and waited for Randy to laugh, clap him on the shoulder in
congratulations… something. Instead, the big guy leaned back against the
counter, took a swig of his beer and studied him.
“So what they claimed you did was true?” he
asked.
Cris nodded, took a deep breath
and replied, “Yeah. I couldn’t resist. Dude, she’s a dead ringer for Rissa.
Seriously, would you be able to say no to that?”
Randy laughed and shook his
head. “Nope. The chance to screw Chris Claus’ daughter without the consequences
attached? I’d tap it in a heartbeat.”
The ensuing silence stretched
out until Randy spoke the words Crispin dreaded most.
“I want to see this Anna for
myself. You’ve gotta let me come by tonight and show me.”
Despite Cris’ many objections
and jaw cracking yawns, Randy wouldn’t take no for an answer. Crispin finally
gave in after half an hour of back and forth. He needed to get his ass to bed
and Randy would argue him into the ground if he didn’t give him what he wanted.
The Offices of Naughty and Nice
were a quiet place during the day as Crispin learned when he strolled in. He
smiled, said hello to a few of his coworkers on the way to his desk.
A coil of dread wriggled in the
pit of his stomach as he sat queuing up the list of people he needed to review
later. His best buddy was the impulsive type, even more than Cris, and nothing
good could come of Randy’s visit to the office.
He’d just finished keying in
the last sequence when someone leaned their hip against his desk. Cris glanced
at the khaki covered offender and allowed his gaze to travel up a slightly
rounded midsection to Gregory’s pudgy face. Muddy brown eyes blinked at Crispin
from behind thick, black frames.
“Greg,” he addressed the day
shifter.
“Crispin,” Gregory replied in
his nasal voice. “I just wanted to stop by for a minute to let you know the cleaning
staff found a—soiled—garment of yours in the trash bin this morning.”
Cris flinched internally but
kept his cool; if Greg caught even a whiff of fear, Cris’ goose was cooked. The
big tattle tale would be off and whispering in Santa’s ear before Crispin could
say boo to stop him.
“Yeah, sorry about that.” Cris
turned off his main monitor and swivelled to face Gregory. “I spilled some
alfredo sauce when I was eating. Meant to take the shirt home and wash it but,
guess I forgot.”
Gregory studied him intently
for a moment, clearly assessing the validity of Cris’ statement. Crispin did
his best to give the other elf nothing but a blank face. The sooner he got rid
of the chubby supervisor, the better.
“I thought you were allergic to
dairy,” Greg asked, suspicious.
Shit. Think fast, think fast.
“I found a dairy free recipe.
It’s amazingly creamy,” Cris replied. “A little on the salty side. I’ll have to
remember to adjust it next time.”
Smirking, he sat back in his
chair and silently praised himself for the quick comeback.
Eyes narrowed to barely
discernible slits, Greg glared at him. Crispin blinked and gave him the most
innocent smile in his arsenal.
“Right, well,” Greg sniffed and
pushed off the desk. “The cleaners dropped off your shirt a little while ago.
It’s on the bunk in the staff room.”
Crispin nodded, turned back to
his console and pushed a button.
“Great. Thanks,” he said. “Was
there something else you needed?”
Feigning nonchalance, Cris
waited until Gregory walked away before allowing the laughter he’d been holding
back to surface. His shoulders shook as chuckle after chuckle rolled from his
lips.
By nine
o’clock, the last of the day shift
elves had left the office and Crispin waited for Randy’s arrival. He’d set
everything up, including diverting the feed from his computer to the large
screen used for monitoring Santa’s progress on his Christmas run. The damn
thing took up an entire wall of the office space and would make it as though
Anna were in the room with them.
Occupied with the sound system
wiring under his desk, he didn’t notice the dual set of footsteps at first. Not
until sexy black stilettos and a pair of Ekin cross-trainers stepped into
sight.
“What the hell, Randy?” Cris
began. “I said you could come by. I didn’t say bring…”
His voice froze as the owner of
the stilettos crouched to glance at him under the desk.
“Hey, handsome,” Rissa said. “I
was on my way in to visit you when Randy showed up on the doorstep with the
same purpose. What have you boys got planned for tonight?”
Momentarily stunned, Crispin
could do nothing but blink at her. He swallowed convulsively and opened his
mouth to speak.
“We’re just going to watch a
movie together.” Randy beat him to the punch.
Rissa cocked a well groomed
brow at him before looking back at Crispin.
“Really?” she asked. “What kind
of movie? The kind you showed me last night, Cris?”
Shit. Damn. Fuck.
Wait…
Her words from the previous
night floated through his mind. I think that might be
doable. Could he? Did he dare?
“It is,” he replied with a
grin. “Care to join Randy and me for a viewing of ‘The Anna Show’?”
A wicked smile spread slowly
over her plump, glossed lips. Rissa turned her knees toward him and spread them
just wide enough for him to see she’d come calling without her panties on.
Supple skin, smooth and pink, glistened with moisture at the juncture of her
thighs. Thank you, Gods.
“I’d love to,” she said. “Now,
come out of there and give me a proper hello. I think we’ve got a few more
things to do before the show starts.”
Crispin grinned, and crawled
out from under the desk. He dusted off the knees of his dark blue jeans and
stepped closer to Rissa. Sliding his arms around her waist, he glanced down to
admire the ample cleavage on display. A good portion of her blouse lay open to
the button even with the points of her nipples. A fine line existed between
sexy and slutty; one button made all the difference. He and Randy liked to call
it the slut button. With Rissa, the line was a mile wide and she was firmly
planted on the sexy side.
Lowering his mouth to hers,
Crispin nipped at Rissa’s lips. She gave his ass a demanding squeeze and he
chuckled before pressing his mouth to hers in a slow, panty-wetting kiss.
Rissa’s soft moan and Randy’s
cough pulled Cris back to the present. He backed off the kiss and smirked at
the glazed look in Rissa’s eyes. Yeah, that was the look he liked to see on a
woman—soft, sexy, and focused entirely on him.
The cuckoo clock chimed the
half-hour mark. Crispin cast a quick glance at the big screen and grinned from
ear to ear.
He planted a quick peck on
Rissa’s swollen lips and released her. “Don’t move,” he said.
Crispin took several long
strides to the wall-sized monitor and, whispering a few verses, flicked his
fingertips across the screen. It had taken months to figure out the right
combination of words and he’d been waiting for the right time to use the spell.
A shimmer of magic floated across the surface of the LCD screen and two
startled gasps sounded behind him. Crispin turned to see Rissa and Randy gaping
at him.
“What did you do?” she asked.
Randy grinned widely, “You
figured it out?”
Pleased with himself, Cris
nodded at his friend. He moved back to Rissa’s side and slid his arms back
around her waist.
“I thought you might like to
participate in ‘The Anna Show’ instead of watching,” he said.
Her eyes widened and the
accompanying smile was just as big. “You mean we can…”
“Walk through the screen and
into her room,” he filled in for her. “Provided she’s up for it.” He glanced at
Randy, all six-feet-four-inches of blond hair, blue eyed, surfer dude. “I doubt
she’ll say no; especially not when we’re offering her the sun god over here.”
Chest puffed out to display his
muscular pectorals, Randy winked at them. “I’ve never had a woman say no
before. Well,” he grinned at Rissa, “Except for you.”
She returned his smile, her gaze never leaving
Cris’. “You’re not my type. I like my men tall, dark, handsome, and rebellious.
Right, baby?”
“Um, sure,” Cris replied. When
had they gone from a quick lay in the control room to calling each other pet
names? He looked into the chocolate
depths of her eyes and caught a flicker of something there as she stared back
at him. Was that? Oh, fuck…
“Cris?” she prompted.
He sighed and shook it off.
Maybe he’d been wrong about the look and it was simply desire she’d been
broadcasting. Lust. Right.
“Buddy,” Randy nudged him.
“Where’d you go?”
Blinking, Crispin looked at his
friend and then his lover. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs and gave them
an apologetic smile.
“Zoned out. Sorry.”
Randy cocked an eyebrow at him.
Lucky for Cris, his friend knew better than to press the issue in front of
Rissa.
The cuckoo-clock chimed and,
with its strident chirrups, dissipated the tension. Crispin stole a glance at
the ‘Santa-tron’ as the Nice List elves jokingly referred to the immense
computer screen. Anna stood at the end of her bed, staring at the spot where
the invisible camera focused on her. Body wrapped in a diaphanous, petal pink
wrapper, she traced the deep v that barely concealed her breasts and smiled,
tempting whoever she thought might be watching.
Rissa disengaged from him and
moved to stand in front of the screen. Cris blinked as the two figures merged
into one. The women were exactly the same size, shape and proportion.
“Hot damn,” Randy exhaled
beside him.
Cris glanced at his friend, and
then back at the women. The way Randy’s eyes were devouring Anna made Crispin
thankful his friend knew Rissa was off limits.
Smirking, Cris nudged Randy. He
tilted his chin toward Anna.
“I’m going to go out on a limb
and assume you like what you see?”
Randy rubbed his fingers over
his lips. “Like? I think I’m in love.”
Crispin chuckled and stepped up
to the monitor beside Rissa. “Seems like everyone on this side is up for some
fun. Shall we step through and see if our little porn queen feels the same?”
With a sexy smile on her
luscious lips, Rissa took his hand and nodded. “After you.”
Anna
smiled warmly at him when Crispin
stepped through into her bedroom. Her eyes widened as Rissa, and then Randy
followed him over. She gave them a cursory glance, her eyes lingering a bit
longer on Rissa before returning to Crispin.
“What’s all of this?” she
asked.
He gave her a reassuring smile.
“This is my friend Randy, and Rissa—my…”
“Girlfriend,” Rissa supplied.
She squeezed his hand and he looked down to see her cock an eyebrow at him.
“Girlfriend, right.”
The human’s soft, husky laugh
floated over him and Cris turned his attention back to her.
“Dare I ask why you brought
them here?” she queried.
Stepping forward, Randy left
Crispin staring at his broad back while he addressed Anna.
“Cris thought you might like an
alternate diversion,” he offered. “You know, since he’s taken now.”
“Really?” Anna leaned to look
at Crispin behind Randy and grinned mischievously. “Are you and Rissa staying? I’ve
got an idea, but I think you already knew that and planned for it.” She
returned her attention to Randy. “Isn’t that right, handsome?”
Randy nodded. “Damn straight.”
He fell silent for a moment, then stepped back to look at each of them. “So,
um, sex. We should have it, yes?”
Crispin glanced at the girls
and the four of them burst into laughter.
~*~
Copyright © 2011 Danielle Gavan
Danielle Gavan
Paranormal and Erotic Romance Author
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