Chapter 3
by 
saktongmanyak
What happens next?
[Non-Canon] Christmas Special 2022
[Author's Message]
Hey everyone!
I just wanted to start off by thanking you all once again for your constant support here on CHYOA and on Patreon. I hope you enjoy this year's Non-Canon Holiday Special, where these characters make an appearance:
(Characters with no Photo Models)
Jay Craig
Dante (the Bodega owner)
Bea (Dante's Wife)
Tom (Pizza Delivery Guy)
Mister and Missis O'Brien
Sam (the Gold Room Bartender)
(Characters with Photo Models)
Flo (Dante and Bea's daughter)
Lizzie (The Waitress) - Special thanks to @ForgottenCode for sharing his idea regarding Lizzie's appearance. I'll add her photo model (Charess) to the Character Page once I've introduced her photo model to the canon storyline.
This Holiday Special became a lot longer than I intended and is around 9 chapters in length. It could have actually been longer, and you guys will see what I mean once you finish it, but the ending is still as I intended. I hope you guys enjoy this non-canon Holiday Special, and see you all in the New Year!
Merry Christmas ya filthy animals!
AMA CHRISTMAS SPECIAL 2022
*bibibeep! bibibeep! bibibeep!*
*smash*
“I’m up! I’m up!” Bea says in frustration, as she wakes up from the least optimal amount of sleep for anyone about to endure a full day of baking. She looks at her digital clock blinking the most annoying numbers to see after waking up when lacking sleep — 2:00 AM. The menacing red hue of the digital clock antagonizes Bea, and she wants nothing more than to just throw her alarm clock out the window and sleep again; but she knows there’s money to be made today. Lots of it.
“D. Wake up. You’re helping us today, remember?” Bea tells her husband, who’s still snoring beside her. Dante continues to snore, and Bea isn’t bothered by it yet since she knows the routine by now. She rubs her eyes, and bumps her elbow onto Dante’s side to get him to make an acknowledging snore, before she goes for the real wake-up call.
“Dante~” She says sweetly, before repeating it a couple more times.
“Dante,” she says a little flatter now.
“DANTE!” She finally shouts.
“Woah! I’m up! I’m up!” Dante shouts in reaction, before letting out a sigh of dejection as he knows what day it is. “I fuckin’ hate Christmas.” Dante grunts, as he struggles to sit up due to his beer belly.
“Yeah~, and once you do the books after today you’ll say the exact opposite.” Bea acknowledges Dante’s sentiment, as she’s feeling it too; but she also knows there’s no business like holiday business.
“Uh huh~,” Dante says enthusiastically. “I can’t wait to make it rain on you tonight while you do a little dance for me right on this bed.” Dante adds flirtatiously, pretending to make it rain with his hands as he does.
“Oh really?” Bea asks teasingly. “You’re going to make it rain for me?” Bea asks, doubt clear in her tone.
“I can make it rain on you anytime you want, B.” Dante tells her, not even to be funny; as there’s genuine sweetness in his delivery.
“Don’t you mean make it snow?” Bea tries to dismiss her husband’s playful metaphor.
“I mean if you do the little dance I was talking about, I can make some white stuff appear. You can even stick your tongue out and see what it tastes like.” Dante jokingly answers, trying to make his wife laugh, and it does seem to tickle Bea’s fancy.
“And all you want in return is I dance for you Big D?” Bea asks sultrily, finally getting into her husband’s playfulness; she then gets on all fours on the bed, as she looks at her husband seductively.
“Dance on my Big D.” Dante corrects her playfully.
“Oh really?” Bea asks with a playful smile, as Dante nods confidently and with a smile that says he likes where this is going.
“Then get one.” Bea says with a teasing smile and caressing his chin, but Dante doesn’t fully understand what she means.
“Get what?” Dante asks.
“Get a Big D.” Bea says flatly, right before standing up from the bed to get ready for the long day ahead.
“Oh fuck you!” Dante playfully reacts to being roasted.
“Fuck you too!” Bea reacts back. “‘Gonna make it rain’” Bea repeats mockingly. “With what money? The money I make for us today? Get fuckin’ real, ‘Big D’” Bea continues to playfully bust her husband’s balls.
“The money we make with my ma’s recipe, don’t forget.” Dante counters back.
“That’s a great idea. I should get Angel to make it rain on me tonight.” Bea counters without missing a beat.
“Yuck.” Dante says as his immediate reaction. “That’s not a visual I wanted early in the morning.” He adds with a laugh, finally conceding, and getting up from the bed as well. He then approaches his wife, who just took her shirt off to put on a new one, and gives her a sweet hug from behind.
“Mornin’, B.” He tells her sweetly, before giving her a kiss on the cheek which she returns.
“Mornin’, D.” She replies. “Can you wake up our princess from her slumber so we can all get started?” Bea then asks him.
“I’m already awake!”
Dante and Bea’s daughter, Flo, shouts from the other side of the wall of their bedroom.
“And I already want to puke thanks to hearing that argument by the way!”
Flo teasingly adds, so her parents know she heard all their flirting from her room.
*BANG BANG BANG*
Dante pounds on the wall connecting to his daughter’s room, despite knowing she’s already awake.
“HEY~ FLO! ~WAKE ~UP! WE GOT SHIT TO BAKE!” Dante shouts jokingly just to annoy his daughter.
Meanwhile, in another part of the city…
“WAKE UP YOU FUCKIN’ BUM!” Mel Jr., more popularly known as Junior, shouts at a sleeping Tom with an accompanying slap to the back of his head.
“Woah, dude.” Tom says with a typical surfer inflection (but, more accurately, just high out of his mind inflection), after being forcefully woken up from his slumber.
“You got a delivery.” Junior informs him before placing a box of freshly made pizza on the counter where Tom was lying his head.
“No worries, boss man. Tom’s right on it.” Tom replies, finally getting Junior to go back to the kitchen. Tom checks the address to where he needs to deliver and sees a very familiar address. He checks his burner phone to see if there’s an accompanying order there, and to no surprise, the old man he affectionately dubbed ‘Tricky Ricky’ placed an order there too.
“Nice.”
In another (other) part of the city…
'Nice. Just my luck.' Lizzie thinks to herself, as she’s greeted by two of her co-workers fucking in the back alley they use as a staff exit after their shifts, and this isn’t the first time she’s walked in on them during their supposedly private time either.
“Hey, Lizzie. We’re just keeping warm.” Her female coworker nonchalantly greets her, just reinforcing the fact of how regular of an occurrence this is between the three of them. She didn’t even greet her like she was enjoying herself. She just looks like she’s doing it because the guy asked her to. Her male coworker thankfully doesn’t bother greeting her and maintains his focus on fucking his partner from behind. Lizzie just waves them a simultaneous ‘hi/bye’ before walking away to get home.
‘I hate being poor.’ Lizzie thinks to herself, as she trudges along the city streets to finally get home and rest after working a night shift at a gastropub that’s making the most of people making the most of a holiday, keeping its lights on until the wee hours of the morning.
Is this how Lizzie wants to spend her Christmas Eve? Definitely not. Given the choice, she’d be at her imaginary mansion with its imaginary fireplace, drinking the best imaginary wine she could imagine. Alas, all of that’s a fantasy to Lizzie; and the reality is, she can’t afford to resist the increased pay by working on a holiday — the things she has to do to pay the exorbitant rent for a hole fit for a rat that’s only legally called a living space because it has a roof. Despite her disdain towards her living situation, it’s better than having her mom nagging her over her shoulder every day like she used to growing up.
‘Fuck.’ Lizzie thinks, as something she was hoping to avoid is suddenly confronting her. Two very unseemly men pop out from out of the corner of the street she’s headed and begin to just loiter there. ‘Shit shit shit’ Lizzie starts to think in panic as she tries to subtly look around if there are other people around.
‘Do I cross the street?’ She starts to weigh the option, but knowing there’s no other people around, it’ll be super obvious that she crossed the street because of them. Plus, she has to turn on the corner they’re loitering in anyway.
‘You’re overthinking this Lizzie.’ She tells herself. ‘It’s Christmas. They wouldn’t do something heinous like what you’re thinking during Christmas.’ She tries to assure herself.
‘I mean, self-respecting human beings hang around a street corner past 2 AM, right?’ She continues to try and assure herself, and fails miserably. All of Lizzie’s overthinking actually causes her to keep walking straight until it becomes utterly unavoidable that she’ll walk past these two dudes.
‘Please don’t bother me, please don’t bother me, please don’t bother me.’ She starts praying with obvious anxiety. Lizzie breathes a sigh of relief once she walks past them and turns the corner and they actually didn’t bother her… but she breathed that sigh of relief way too soon.
“Yo, whatchu’ doin’ out at this hour? This ain’t exactly a safe neighborhood, you know.” Lizzie overhears the two men ask behind her.
‘Ignore them. Ignore them. Ignore them. Keep walking, Lizzie. They’ll give up eventually.’ She tells herself, but it only seems to motivate the two men to prove her wrong.
“Hey! We’re just being friendly!” She hears the voice of the other man from behind her, and her flight response immediately triggers and she starts walking faster.
“Whatchu runnin’ for!?” The two guys ask simultaneously, and she fears for the worst as she hears their voice much closer after she already started walking fast.
“Whatchu mean ‘what she runnin’ for?’”
She suddenly hears someone from in front of her shout. Lizzie had her head down and was just staring at the pavement that she didn’t even see she was walking towards other people.
“Boss!” The two from behind her shout in surprise, and now Lizzie’s really panicking.
‘FUCK!’ She internally shouts, and she can’t help but notice the looming shadow of a bigger guy getting closer from afar. ‘Fuck-fuck-fuck! Now there’s more of them!’ Lizzie mentally shouts in panic, her mind racing with the possible ways she could get out of this situation.
“Lizzie!?”
In Jay’s apartment building…
“Jesus! It’s three o’clock in the morning! On Christmas!” Mrs. O’Brien asks her husband in shock. She just left her bedroom looking for him, only to find him in their living room obviously smoking weed with what looks to be a Mel’s pizza delivery man.
“I’m not Jesus. I’m Tom.” Tom answers her, already high out of his mind from the looks, and sounds, of it. His response to Mrs. O’Brien does get the equally high Mr. O’Brien to giggle uncontrollably.
“Nice one, Tom.” Mr. O’Brien tells Tom, still giggling.
“Why the hell are you not in bed, Richard?” Mrs. O’Brien asks her husband, obviously getting frustrated.
“I was waiting for Santa Claus to show up?” Mr. O’Brien jokingly answers his wife, as he places another bud of weed onto the bowl of the bong he’s holding.
“Ha-Ha! Nice one, dude.” Tom reacts, offering Mr. O’Brien a high-five, which the old man enthusiastically accepts.
“Give me that.” Mrs. O’Brien forcefully takes the bong from her husband. “You’re 70 fucking years old, Richard! And you’re still doing this shit.” Mrs. O’Brien gives her husband a stern reprimand. Mr. O’Brien and Tom just look at Mrs. O’Brien with open mouths, as any stern talking to by Mrs. O’Brien is definitely not penetrating their fried brains right now.
“Worst of all…” Mrs. O’Brien begins to say, her tone still just as stern as before, “You’re doing it without me.” Mrs. O’Brien then adds, before taking the lighter from the table. It takes a split second for Mr. O’Brien and Tom to realize what Mrs. O’Brien’s doing, but once she puts her lips on the mouthpiece, and the lighter near the bowl, the two stoners finally realize what’s going on and have wide dumb smiles on their faces.
Mrs. O’Brien expertly takes a very long hit from the bong. The sound of water gurgling mixes with the sound of the open flame from the lighter and the giggling of Tom and Mr. O’Brien. The sounds then get interrupted by the opening of the O’Brien’s bathroom door, and a somewhat high Stella Craig stepping out of it.
Stella shakes her head a bit, panicking a little after thinking her mind is playing tricks on her. She thinks she’s hallucinating, as she finds the overly strict neighbor she grew up with is now taking a really long hit from the bong she was just using a moment ago.
“I knew I shouldn’t have accepted weed from someone who looks like he smokes it 24/7.” Stella thinks to herself. Despite what her mind is telling her about Tom, she knows Mr. O’Brien wouldn’t put her in harm's way. Not to mention she hasn’t smoked enough to even consider herself high. Plus, Mr. O’Brien and Tom seem to be seeing what she’s seeing too, as they gaze in wonderment at the sight of her cranky old neighbor taking a bong hit.
“I guess Mrs. O’Brien passes the vibe check.” Stella thinks to herself, making her giggle.
Despite accepting that she’s not hallucinating, she still can’t believe that she’s in her elderly neighbors’ apartment at all. She blames her father’s cheapness for that, as she can’t sleep with how cold it is in the apartment. When she decided to leave the apartment to warm up, she stumbled upon Mr. O’Brien and Tom making their transaction in the hallway. Having seen her, they invited her to join them. Being offered free weed, and the high probability the O’Briens have their heater on, she couldn’t say no. Now that she’s here, she’s unable to scrub from her memory the image of her sweet old neighbors Mr. O’Brien, and now his cranky old wife, doing bong hits like college students.
“Oh damn, Mrs. O’Brien. You’ve got lungs of steel.” Stella comments, after realizing she can’t possibly be hallucinating.
The sudden comment from Stella startles Mrs. O’Brien. The old lady wasn’t expecting that, and since she was taking a hit when she tried to gasp from surprise, the smoke didn’t enter her lungs right and she started to cough profusely.
The two high gentlemen start laughing as Mrs. O’Brien starts to hold her chest as she continues to cough, and Mrs. O’Brien staggers onto the table to support her as her coughing gets worse.
“I guess I spoke too soon.” Stella jokes, not thinking much about Mrs. O’Brien’s condition. She joins the others on the table to continue what they’ve been doing.
*COUGH! COUGH!*
“Ah~, give it a rest, Mary.” Mr. O’Brien teasingly tells his wife, but Mrs. O’Brien’s coughing doesn’t relent.
…
*COUGH! COUGH!*
“Mary?” Mr. O’Brien finally asks in concern.
“You alright, Mrs. O?” Stella asks right after.
*THUD*
“MARY!”
Back with Lizzie…
“Lizzie!?” Lizzie hears her name being called by a familiar voice.
“Flo? Is that you?” Lizzie asks hopefully, and once Lizzie turns her head towards the voice, she can’t help but run up to her and say hi. The fact that she’s with another woman is also encouraging.
“Oh my God! You’re shaking!” Bea observes. “You two scared the bejesus out of her!?” Bea shouts at the two men.
“We were just wondering what she was doing out by herself at two in the morning. We was just tryin’ to look out for her.” One of the men explains.
“You fuckin’ retards!” Dante suddenly steps towards them and knocks them both on the back of their heads like a stern father. “You did the exact opposite of lookin’ out for her.” Dante reprimands them. “Fuckin’ apologize. Nobody wants a scare like that during Christmas.” Dante tells them, and the two apologize to Lizzie like scolded children. Bea throws them the keys and they immediately open up the door of the corner building that she saw them hanging around in.
“I’m sorry too! I didn’t know you guys worked here!” Lizzie apologizes to the two dudes, who just wave awkwardly before going inside.
“Don’t apologize to them. They shoulda known how they would’ve looked to you.” Dante tells her. “Still though, they’re good guys. Retards… but good guys. They meant what they said when they were just lookin’ out for you.” Dante adds. “And not to victim blame or anything, but they were kinda right that you shouldn’t be walkin’ alone at this hour.” Dante adds.
Lizzie can only give an awkward smile as a response, not wanting to be rude and ask Dante, ‘You think I want to fucking walk alone at two in the morning on Christmas?’
“You went to one of your waitressing jobs last night, didn’t you?” Flo asks, and Lizzie just nods.
“On Christmas Eve? Aw, sweetie.” Bea says, unable to hide the pity in her voice.
“Dayum. You must be broke as hell.” Dante comments, unable to filter his thoughts.
“DAD!” Flo shouts in reprimand of her father.
“It’s cool, Flo. I am broke as hell.” Lizzie painfully jokes at her expense, and for some reason, she knows Danta was just trying to cheer her up with some levity.
“You want to make some extra?” Dante then asks her.
“She probably just got off her shift, Dad. Let’s let her —” Flo reacts to her father’s offer, but Lizzie interrupts her.
“What’s the pay?” Lizzie asks. ‘Money’s money.” Lizzie thinks to herself.
“There’s an employee ‘lounge’ inside with a black couch… pause.” Dante starts to say, before realizing how that probably sounds.
“Pass.” Lizzie answers upon hearing Dante’s statement, the insinuation isn’t lost on her.
“Good job, Dad. Replace the creepiness of our guys with your own.” Flo points out.
“I caught myself didn’t I?” Dante asks defensively. “Look, what I meant to say was, we have a small break room you can take a nap in to wait for the sun to come up. That’s the job.” Dante sweetly offers Lizzie.
“That couch is actually pretty good. I’d take it if I were you.” Flo encourages her friend.
“My daughter should know how comfy the couch is. She’s used it to slack off any time she tries to ‘help’ around here.” Bea teases her daughter.
“That’s really sweet, but—” Lizzie tries to decline, not wanting to take advantage of the kindness of Flo’s parents.
“The pay is half of what Flo’s getting.” Dante then adds as a sweetener.
“WHAT!?” Flo reacts in shock.
“Deal!” Lizzie jokingly accepts, and allows herself to laugh at her own sense of humor.
“I just remembered they’re forcing me to do this for free” Flo jokes.
“And you’re getting half of that.” Dante jokingly entices Lizzie.
“No, but seriously Lizzie; I’d feel better knowing you’re not walking back home alone at this time of night. Even if we spot you some cash, taking a cab isn’t much safer either. Good luck getting a rideshare too. Do you want to tempt fate and get worse-intentioned idiots to harass you?” Flo makes a compelling argument.
“If you say it like that…” Lizzie finally concedes.
“Alright! Good to hear!” Bea says with finality, not wanting to discuss this further as they’ve already wasted enough time not starting their job. The four of them finally make their way inside the industrial kitchen that Dante’s family uses to bake, and Dante asks the two girls a question to make small talk.
“So, how do you two know each other?”
In Jay’s apartment…
“Stella?” Jay asks, as he wakes up from his slumber and finds that his bed is empty of his daughter’s presence. Since he’s already fully awake because of one of the traits he bought from the app, he decides to get up from bed and look for Stella. He calls out her name one more time near his bathroom, before realizing something.
‘Oh, fuck. It’s fucking freezing.’ He thinks to himself, shivering from the cold. He immediately gets dressed to get warmer, before exiting his bedroom. He calls out to her again once he’s in the living room, but she still doesn’t answer. He finally knocks on her bedroom door and calls out to her again before opening it, only to find it empty.
“Huh.” Jay says, curious. He goes back to his room to grab his phone to call her but it just rings and rings, and he can’t hear it ringing anywhere in the house. “Well, that’s not good.” Jay thinks out loud. He looks at the time on his phone, and the clock showing 3:30 AM is not a good sign for his daughter to not be home. He finally exits his apartment and goes down the stairs to see if she’s chilling by stoop as a last resort, but she’s not there either.
‘Has she been taken?’ He immediately thinks of the **** option in panic. ‘Okay. Calm down, Liam Neeson. Don’t piss yourself in worry just yet.’ He reminds himself, taking a breather to let those **** thoughts exit his mind. Knowing the time difference, he knows it’s still early where Cassie’s staying with her mom, so he decides to text her to ask if she has any idea where Stella is.
“She hasn’t mentioned anything. Why?” Cassie asks back, and you explain the situation to her. “I can find where her phone is if that helps, but I want to make absolutely sure you’ve looked everywhere for her.” Cassie then replies, and Jay asks her how she could do that and she explains that Stella registered her phone on one of the apps she has on her phone. You inform her Stella doesn’t seem to be anywhere in the building and Cassie confirms she’ll use the app to find Stella’s phone.
“The find my phone app says her phone’s in the apartment building.” Cassie replies, attaching a screenshot of where the app is locating her phone, and it’s pinned to your apartment building’s address.
“Shit. So she didn’t bring her phone.” Jay says out loud.
“I’ll activate the alarm function so you can hear where it’s coming from. The neighbors are probably going to hate you for waking them up but you have that trait that mitigates that right?” Cassie asks, and Jay goes back up his floor’s hallway before confirming to Cassie she should do it.
It only takes a few seconds after he sends his message to Cassie that he hears a loud blaring noise, and it’s coming from the O’Briens apartment. Jay starts knocking on their door, thankful that she’s at least with someone he's familiar with. The door finally opens and although he’s familiar, he’s not someone Jay expected to answer the door for the O’Briens.
“Suh’, dude.” Tom greets Jay, and the alarm noise is much clearer now that he’s opened the door.
“Where’s my daughter?”
In another (other) part of the city…
“How’s my wife doing?” Mr. O’Brien asks the doctor.
“She’s doing fine now, Mr. O’Brien. She had a smoking-induced asthma flare-up. It just seemed aggravated due to her age, but she’s doing much better now.” the doctor responds.
“Can I see her?” Mr. O’Brien asks.
“I’ll ask the nurse to ask her again if she wants to see visitors. She said she didn’t want any ‘gloating old men who might make her wish she actually croaked’ to visit her at the moment. Her words.” the doctor answers, her tone serious despite it sounding like a joke.
“Well, if she doesn’t want to see me, please tell her I prayed so hard… for her to finally bite the bullet.” Mr. O’Brien jokingly replies.
“I’m happy to say you can tell her yourself once she’s up for it.” the doctor replies with a more jokeful tone this time, knowing that Mr. O’Brien was only using levity to mask how much he actually cared for his wife.
“Thanks, Doc.” Mr. O’Brien thanks her, and she gives a humble nod of acknowledgement in return.
“Thanks Erica.” Stella says right after Mr. O’Brien.
“Don’t mention it, Stella. Glad I could ease your mind that you didn’t unintentionally kill someone.” Erica jokingly replies as well, having been told the inciting incident of the asthma flare-up.
“You have no idea how glad I am to hear that.” Stella replies with a chuckle.
“You two know each other?” Mr. O’Brien asks.
“Yes, Mr. O’Brien. She’s a friend… of a friend… of a friend.” Erica answers, not hiding how she counted the degrees of separation before they got to know each other.
“You could just tell him you know me from my Dad. He’s not exactly unaware of that stuff. He’s Maddy’s grandfather.” Stella tells Erica.
“Oh. I just meant you’re Paige’s friend… who’s Riley’s friend… who’s my friend.” Erica explains. “But yeah, the first time I did meet you, it was because I had a meeting with your dad earlier that night… and you were black out drunk in a booth of the pub.” Erica recalls, teasing Stella with the memory.
“You’re one of Jay’s girls?” Mr. O’Brien asks nonchalantly.
“I’m… adjacent. I guess that’s the best word to describe it. I’m not really looking for a relationship, but if there’s fun to be had…” Erica answers.
“Understood. Small world that you’re the doctor that got assigned to Mary.” Mr. O’Brien comments.
“That it is.” Erica agrees. “Well, even though I’m sure this isn’t how you wanted to spend Christmas morning, I hope you both still have a Merry Christmas.” Erica says, attempting to end the conversation so she can finally get ready to go home as it’s almost 4AM.
“Actually, Erica, can I borrow your phone?” Stella asks. “I left mine at Mr. O’s place when we rushed here. Just need to tell my Dad I’m fine and I’m going to take the subway home when it’s a bit safer.” Stella explains her situation to Erica.
“Oh, yeah. Sure. I can actually drive you home if you can wait a bit. My shift is almost over.” Erica tells her.
“That’ll be perfect actually! Thanks, Erica.” Stella says excitedly.
“Oh, ladies, if it’s not too much to ask, can I ask for a favor?” Mr. O’Brien then chimes in.
“What do you need, Mr. O’Brien?” Erica asks.
“If I’m going to see Mary, I might as well bring a peace offering. I know she’s going to blame me for ending up here, so I was thinking—” Mr. O’Brien begins to say, but Stella finishes the thought for him.
“We should drop by Dante’s and pick up some donuts for Mrs. O.” Stella correctly presumes.
“If it’s not too much trouble.” Mr. O’Brien repeats, to make sure both girls don’t feel obligated to do it.
“I’ll tell Dad once I get—” Stella starts to say before Erica cuts her off this time.
“I can take you.” Erica assures Stella.
“Are you sure?” Mr. O’Brien asks.
“Of course. It’s Christmas. Plus, Mrs. O’Brien’s been really sweet.” Erica replies.
“Oh no. What happened was more serious than I thought.” Mr. O’Brien suddenly has a dour look and tone in his voice.
“It affected her brain.” Mr. O’Brien jokes.
At the city’s Gold Room Pub…
“Thanks for hanging out with me tonight.” Riley tells Paige, as Tom the bartender says they’re closing up in a few minutes. “Erica got the short end of the stick since she’s one of the newest doctors in the hospital, so she had to work tonight. I didn’t want to be alone.” Riley adds, while she munches on another plate of nachos she got for last call.
“I know.” Paige replies, a little disinterested at what Riley’s saying, since the latter’s still obviously a bit drunk if she’s repeating information that she already told Paige before they even went out tonight. Paige didn’t drink tonight since she’s driving, but that was just a convenient excuse to avoid possibly doing something she’ll regret if she indulged with her current state of mind.
“I didn’t want to be alone tonight either. So thanks for inviting me to do something. I know it would’ve been easier for you to just club slut tonight if you didn’t want to be alone, so thanks for thinking of me when you found out my parents decided to go on vacation and spend Christmas without me.” Paige replies, repeating something she already told Riley earlier as well.
Paige decides to repeat it since she knows Riley probably doesn’t remember what she told her at this point, and she actually really is thankful for Riley looking out for her. Still, she’s not quite sure repeating it is going to make it stick this time as Riley has a stupid, but no less genuine, smile on her lips. The smile does go away quickly, however; as Riley’s drunken brain stumbles upon a less than enjoyable realization.
“Ugh. Club slutting isn’t even fun for me anymore. None of them know how to fuck me the way Jay fucks me.” Riley grunts in frustration, and Riley’s statement grabs Paige’s attention as this is the first time she’s heard Riley admit out loud something that confirms a hunch she’s been having.
“You’re just saying that because you’re in love with him.” Paige outright calls Riley’s affection for their former high school substitute teacher.
“Oh, please. Like you don’t booty call him after a shit date that can’t please you right.” Riley counters. Paige just looks at Riley like that’s exactly what she doesn’t do. Not because she hasn’t actually booty called Jay a few times, mind you, that’s not the part that allows Paige to deny it on a technicality. She just hasn’t been on a proper date in so long since she started working as Becca’s executive assistant.
“Fuck you.” Riley jabs, while Paige just continues looking at her with what she drunkenly thinks is a judgmental stare.
“Just tell him you want to be one of his girlfriends already.” Paige tells Riley.
“Oh yeah, I should just call him up right now and wake him up to confess my undying attraction at first sight that’s only gotten worse with how consistently and constantly he fucks me just the way I like it.” Riley digs herself a deeper hole.
“I mean, yeah. Tell him exactly what you just said.” Paige replies.
“Fuck you.” Riley defiantly dismisses Paige’s suggestion.
It’s not like Riley hasn’t thought about it. Of course she has. It’s been something she’s been thinking about doing since she reconnected with him months ago. There’s always something holding her back though. Terrible excuses that run through her mind, like — ‘He has his core girlfriends already. One for every week. There’s a symmetry there.’, or ‘What if he’s not looking to add new girlfriends? What if they think it’ll just throw a wrench to the works?’, or ‘What if they are okay with it but I end up being an actual wrench that ruins a once perfectly loving relationship?’ — to list a few.
“You’re a literal buzzkill, you know that?” Riley retorts, as her mind has become a lot clearer after Paige’s teasing about confessing her feelings for Jay.
“Sorry.” Paige concedes that she might have pushed Riley too far by bringing it up, just as Riley seems to have gotten a message on her phone.
“Make it up to me.” Riley then demands from Paige out of nowhere.
“Okay~, I’m not really sure what I did that warrants having to make it up to you, but I’ll bite. What do you want?” Paige replies.
“Buy me some chopped cheese from Backyard Bodega?”
At Backyard Bodega and Bakery…
“What do you mean there’s no donuts?” Stella asks Dante’s graveyard shift clerk.
“Lady, that’s basic English. I don’t know how I can dumb it down for you even further.” The clerk aggressively replies.
“I’m going to let that slide since it’s Christmas.” Stella says out loud, hoping the clerk understands she doesn’t want to be a nuisance; but he’s gotta tone it down a bit.
“Oh, is it? I had no fucking clue. I guess I better thank Santa for granting my Christmas wish to spend it behind a fucking counter inside a gentrified bodega.” The clerk sarcastically rant.
“Okay, you know what? —” Stella gets ready to have a verbal throwdown before Erica steps in to calm her down.
“I think my friend’s just wondering why you can’t fry some up now?” Erica asks, keeping her cool.
“Look, the donut fryer is outta commission for the holidays since all of the baked goods have been pre-ordered. They’ll bring some extras here later with the others, but we ain’t fryin’ fresh batches on order today.” The clerk more politely answers Erica.
“When’s the earliest batch of donuts getting here?” Stella asks.
“Beats me. I just work here.” The clerk answers, going back to his rude ways, and Stella’s brows furrow in fury as she’s just about done with this clerk.
“Let’s just tell Mr. O’Brien they don’t have any donuts yet. We can bring them some later.” Erica suggests.
“Nah. Fuck that. I’m getting those donuts for Mrs. O now. It’s the least I could do after almost killing her.” Stella immediately dismisses Erica’s suggestion. What she said was just partly true though. She does want to get the donuts for Mrs. O’Brien as an apology, but she also wants to get those donuts just to spite this rude clerk.
“If you want donuts that bad, there’s a Krispy Kreme two blocks from here. Maybe they’ll have the hot sign on for your phat—” The rude clerk tries to joke with Stella, but he’s cut off by the door to the store opening and its accompanying bell chiming.
“Two chopped cheeses, por favor!” The new customer shouts to the clerk as soon as she enters the bodega.
“I swear if you bring that chopped cheese into my car I will **** you.” Stella and Erica overhear another person tell the other.
“Oh good, you made it.” Erica says in reaction, upon seeing Riley and Paige enter the bodega.
“Stella?” Paige reacts in surprise upon seeing Stella with Erica. “What are you doing here?” Paige asks.
“Trying to get donuts for Mrs. O’Brien. She’s in the hospital right now. I kinda almost killed her.” Stella answers.
“Okay, back up, what happened?” Paige asks in confusion.
“Is your dad here?” Riley asks Stella almost simultaneously with Paige’s question, before going on her tippy toes and turning her head on a swivel to look around the bodega for him.
“Jay’s not here Ry. You’re going to strain your neck looking for him like that.” Erica comments, making Riley get off her tippy toes in disappointment.
Stella then proceeds to tell what happened that led to Mrs. O’Brien having an asthma attack, and how she and Erica met perchance at the hospital. In turn, Paige and Riley update Stella and Erica on what they’ve been up to for Christmas Eve, and it was a text from Erica that said her shift was done that they decided to meet up at the bodega.
Just as Paige and Riley finish their story, the chopped cheeses Riley ordered have been prepared. Riley grabs both chopped cheeses, and rips the foil off for both of the sandwiches with her teeth. Paige sees this after paying for the chopped cheeses and reprimands Riley.
“Hey!” Paige shouts, after seeing Riley double fisting the two sandwiches into her mouth like the cookie monster.
“You want one?” Riley asks Paige unintelligibly due to her mouth being full of food. It’s only after this sad display of goblin-like behavior that Paige realized that the other chopped cheese was never meant for her.
“Nothing. Enjoy yourself.” Paige replies, assuming Riley’s garbled question was ‘is there a problem?’.
“Is she… usually like that?” Stella asks Paige and Erica about Riley taking turns biting each chopped cheese in her hand.
“She gets hungry after drinking.” Erica explains Riley’s weird behavior.
“I wonder what she’s like after weed.” Stella jokes.
“Are you guys not eating?” Riley asks, a lot more understandable this time, but still somewhat garbled as she’s still chewing her food.
“We were supposed to get their donuts, but since it’s four o’clock on Christmas morning, they are understandably out of stock.” Erica answers,
“They don’t have donuts?” Paige asks.
“No, and the next batch is probably only getting here once Dante takes over.” Stella answers.
“I know where their kitchen is. We can go there to see if they can spare us some for Mrs. O’Brien.” Paige tells Stella.
“For real? Yeah! Let’s do that.” Stella says with a hopeful tone.
“How do you know where they make it?” Erica asks curiously.
“Becca asked me to do a background check before. She’s partnering with them and franchising Backyard Bakery.” Paige explains as she fiddles with her phone to send Dante a message, and her phone rings after a few seconds. “Hey, Dante.” Paige greets him over the phone.
“Auntie MJ’s in the hospital!?” Dante reacts in shock.
“From what Erica— I mean, from what the doctor said, she’s already recovered and that’s why Mr. O’Brien asked a favor to get her your donuts.” Paige explains. Dante then asks what happened, and Paige relays the story that Stella told her just a moment ago. Dante couldn’t help but laugh to find out that the asthma attack happened due to a weed related incident.
“These fuckin’ weed smokin’ geriatrics. I swear.” Dante reacts with a chuckle of disbelief, after Paige finishes the story. “Aight. That’s good to hear.” Dante then says in relief, knowing Mrs. O’Brien isn’t in critical condition. “And, uh, yeah. You can drop by and get some of the fresh ones we’re making here in the kitchen.” Dante confirms Paige’s request in her text.
“Alright. Thanks, Dante.” Paige tells him before they hang up from the call. “Okay, so Dante says we can drop by to get some of the extra donuts they’re making.” Paige then informs the others. “Should we switch? So you and Riley can head home?” Paige asks Erica, referring to the companions they’ll be driving with now that Erica can go home with Riley, and Paige can drive Stella to the kitchen then back to the hospital.
“I actually have to go back to the hospital after getting the donuts since I left some stuff there. So you can keep drunky with you if you want. ” Erica answers.
“I don’t ‘want’.” Paige immediately responds, and Erica just nods in understanding and concedes that they should switch.
“Come on, drunky.” Erica tells Riley, who’s still munching on two chopped cheeses simultaneously and almost finished with both.
“Are we getting donuts too? I want donuts.” Riley tells Erica upon realizing that they’re splitting up, before finishing one of the chopped cheeses by stuffing the rest of it in her mouth.
“Of course you do.” Erica reacts before rolling her eyes; mostly at herself, for even considering the thought that Riley would pass up on the idea of more food while she’s in her current post-drinks goblin mode.
“But I’m not letting you into my car—” Erica begins to say, right before Riley stuffs her mouth with the remaining chopped cheese, until her mouth looks stuffed like a gerbil’s.
“Nevermind. Let’s go.”
At the Backyard Bodega and Bakery’s Industrial Kitchen…
“Auntie MJ’s in the hospital.” Dante tells Bea and Flo after he finishes his call with Paige.
“Oh no!” Flo and Bea both react in worry.
“Does Connor know?” Bea then asks, concerned.
“Wait, why were you laughing then?” Flo asks, realizing the dichotomy in her father’s news to his reaction when he was on the phone.
“Not sure if Connor knows yet, but they say she’s already recovered from the asthma attack she had after her bong hit went down the wrong pipe.” Dante relays, answering both their questions at the same time.
“Then they definitely haven’t told Connor.” Bea reacts with a laugh.
“I’m glad to hear Auntie MJ’s okay, but damn if that wouldn’t have been the best way to go.” Flo jokes, unable to hide in the tone of her voice the mixed feelings of disappointment at Mrs. O’Brien’s behavior, and how impressed she is with Mrs. O'Brien is still doing bong hits at her age. “On Christmas no less.” She then adds with a chuckle.
“That’s what I thought too!” Dante reacts with a laugh as well.
“Alright you two, back to work.” Bea then reminds them with authority, and the father and daughter duo do as Bea commands and diligently go back to work.
A few minutes later…
“Thanks for this, you two.” Paige tells Bea and Dante after getting a box of donuts that were just fresh off the fryer when they arrived.
“Yeah. Thanks for the donuts.” Riley adds, her mouth already stuffed with one of the donuts from the box they gave just for her.
“It’s no problem. We should be thanking you for agreeing to bring Flo with you to the hospital to give our regards to Auntie MJ; and thanks for agreeing to drive Flo’s friend home afterwards too. We caught her walking alone in this neighborhood a couple of hours ago.” Bea replies.
“She thought our guys were harassing her when they saw her walkin’ alone.” Dante adds.
“To be fair, they kinda were.” Bea replies.
“No, we weren’t!”
“Then why was she running from the two of you?” Bea asks back.
“That’s exactly what we were asking!”
“Get back to work!” Bea shouts back, done with the conversation.
“You get back to work!”
Hearing that makes Bea realize that there is still a ton of stuff she needs to do, and actually gets her to walk away from the group unceremoniously to get back to what she was doing before they arrived.
“Sorry for being a bother.” Paige apologizes, and Dante just waves it off like she shouldn’t be apologizing at all.
“By the way, why was Flo’s friend walking alone in this neighborhood at that hour?” Stella asks.
“We asked that too!”
“She said she just got off work.” Dante answers, and Stella’s even more curious as that meant she had to work through Christmas Eve.
“Is she a stripper?” Riley asks out of curiosity.
“~I… didn’t get to ask.” Dante answers, actually contemplating if the girl he met by chance is a stripper.
“Who goes to a strip club on Christmas Eve?” Stella asks innocently.
“You’d be surprised.” Erica, Riley, Paige, and Dante all answer Stella at the exact same time, and Stella just gives each of them a raised eyebrow of curiosity as to how each of them would come across that information, before realizing one of them’s a dude, two of them literally call themselves ‘club sluts’, and the other works for the owner of the club where the other two club slut. Stella has to quietly admit that she would be surprised how active a strip club is on Christmas Eve.
“Whatever her job is, that girl broke as hell if she’s willing to work on Christmas Eve.” Riley jokes.
“That’s what I said!” Dante reacts with a laugh.
“Aren’t you working now?” Stella asks Dante why he thinks that’s funny, and Dante realizes the irony of his earlier joke, and the look on his face is one of deep contemplation. The specific thought he’s contemplating being, ‘Wait… am I broke?’
“I had work last night.” Erica reminds Riley.
“Your point?” Riley asks as she shoves another donut into her mouth, while Erica just telepathically answers Riley with a look that only says ‘My point is, I’m not broke.’
“Why’d you have to work last night if you’re not broke?” Dante asks.
“Doctor.”, “Stripper.” Erica and Riley answer respectively, getting a quizzical look from Dante which answer is the truth.
“Was that the outfit you stripped today, doctor?” Riley teasingly asks Erica, not letting her joke die.
“Stop.” Erica tells Riley, but she can’t hide how amused she is with Riley’s stupid joke.
“Did you have to use your stethoscope to hear their pounding heartbeat or could you just hear it while grinding on their lap?” Riley teasingly asks Erica, whispering the question into her ear.
“Did you?” Dante asks, with his comedic inquisitive look of tucking his chin, pouting his lips, and raising his eyebrow.
“Did you reprimand them… for poking you…” Riley continues, and Dante’s obviously getting into it now. Nodding his head after every word Riley speaks with her sultry voice.
“With… their…rectal… thermometer?” Riley seductively asks, walking her fingers along Erica’s neck with every word, which she only uses to distract Erica from the slap on the ass she does right after she finishes her question. Erica can’t help but give a little gasp of surprise from the slap; and all the while, Dante’s just smiling from ear to ear imagining the picture Riley painted with her words.
And as if on cue…
“Hey, Paige. Hey, Stella.” Lizzie greets the two she’s more familiar with, and Stella laughs boisterously upon seeing Lizzie enter the conversation after Riley’s teasing of Erica. Stella’s laughing so hard that she has to lean on Paige for support, and Paige can only awkwardly smile and give Lizzie and Flo a wave to say hello.
“It wasn’t that funny.” Erica says in reaction to Stella’s laughter, thinking it was Riley that got the laugh out of Stella.
“Wait, don’t stop. It was just getting ‘good’.” Dante tells Riley.
“Get back to work, Dad.” Flo tells her father, who seems to be enjoying himself being surrounded by undeniably attractive women.
“You’re not ‘the boss’ of me.” Dante retorts to his daughter.
“I… am ‘the boss’ of you.” Bea suddenly appears from behind Dante, and pulls him by the ear to leave the girls alone.
“I think that’s our cue to get going too.” Paige points out, and all the girls nod their head in agreement.
“Hey, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Riley.” Riley greets Lizzie as they walk towards the exit of the kitchen.
“Hi.” Lizzie shyly greets back.
“How’s the stipping business?”
At the hospital with Mr. O’Brien…
“Well, this is a surprise.” Mr. O’Brien says in reaction, as he sees the number of girls walking with Stella towards him.
“Not all of us can visit Mrs. O’Brien at the same time as per hospital rules, so we’re going to have to take turns.” Mr. O’Brien overhears the doctor and the rest of the girls.
“I think only Stella and Flo are going to visit Mrs. O’Brien anyway. We can wait outside.” Paige answers Erica, before they finally reach where Mr. O’Brien is sitting in the waiting area of the floor where Mrs. O’Brien’s room is located.
“I asked you to buy donuts and you came back with your gorgeous friends. It truly is a Merry Christmas.” Mr. O’Brien jokes, standing up from his seat to greet the girls. Ever the charmer, the girls give the old man appreciative smiles for the compliment. Only Stella and Flo recognize the fact that Mr. O’Brien’s compliment may be less innocent than his sweet tone probably let on.
“I also came back with donuts; in case you didn’t notice.” Stella jokes with Mr. O’Brien, before handing him the box of donuts that she bought for Mrs. O’Brien.
“Hey, Uncle Ricky.” Flo greets him, and gives him a comforting hug which Mr. O’Brien returns.
“I’m glad you can come visit, Flo.” Mr. O’Brien tells her.
“Mom and Dad will drop by once they’re done with work.” Flo informs him, and Mr. O’Brien gives a nod that says that he appreciates they’re concern for his wife. “Can we go visit her now?” Flo then asks.
“They told me only two visitors at a time. Stella could go now and you and I can see her together after.” Mr. O’Brien answers.
“It’s cool, Mr. O. I can wait and just go with Flo after you.” Stella replies.
“Oh, I meant you can go visit with your—” Mr. O’Brien begins to say but pauses when he and Stella hear Erica utter a gasp of pain.
“Am I still drunk or are you seeing him too?” Stella hears Riley ask Erica, the latter rubbing her ribs, possibly having been poked by Riley at that spot.
“Yeah, I can see him.” Erica answers Riley.
“You should’ve told me you were going out.” Jay tells Stella upon approaching her and the rest of the girls, having just left the room where Mrs. O’Brien is staying.
“I was just looking to get warm, and Mr. O invited me to their place. I wasn’t planning on leaving the building!” Stella explains.
“I know, but you shouldn’t have left the apartment without telling me.” Jay tells his daughter.
“I would’ve told you right away, I just left my phone at their place after Mrs. O’Brien’s asthma attack. We were rushing.” Stella continues.
“Don’t be too hard on her, Craig. She helped me a lot with what happened to Mary.” Mr. O’Brien jumps in to defend Stella.
“I’m not trying to be hard on her, and I’m glad she was there to help you since I’m sure Tom wasn’t, I just didn’t like she had to do it in a way that got me worried.” Jay tells Mr. O’Brien, and Stella immediately says sorry upon hearing the latter part of her dad’s statement, and Jay gives her a kiss on the forehead to signify she’s forgiven.
“You and Flo should probably visit Mary now, by the way. I’ll go after you now that you’ve brought me my peace offering.” Mr. O’Brien tells Stella and Flo. The two then agree to go to Mrs. O’Brien’s room, before Jay grabs his daughter’s attention.
“Oh, speaking of your phone,” Jay says, before he takes Stella’s phone out of his pocket and gives it to her. “You’re glued to that thing on a daily basis, try not to forget bringing it with you the next time there’s an emergency, okay?” He adds, and Stella thanks him before finally joining Flo to visit Mrs. O’Brien.
“Oh shit.” Riley suddenly says in realization. “I knew I forgot something.” Riley mutters under her breath.
“No.” Erica reacts, understanding immediately what Riley means, and Riley just looks at her guiltily as she knows she’s going to inconvenience her friend.
“Why? What happened?” Jay asks.
“Riley obviously left her phone somewhere too.” Erica answers.
“There seems to be a lot of that going around today.” Jay comments with a chuckle.
“In my defense, I was drunk.” Riley says defensively.
“You weren’t that drunk.” Paige comments. “You didn’t forget to bring the takeout of nachos you got from the Gold Room.” Paige adds, a bit accusatory with her tone.
“I didn’t spill salsa and cheese on your leather seats, okay!? That was there before I sat down!” Riley says defensively, and Paige just has to roll her eyes at Riley’s extremely weak attempt at gaslighting.
“If we have to drop by the Gold Room for your phone, we have to go now. They’re closing in a few minutes.” Erica tells Riley. “I’ll just get my—” Erica adds right before another doctor comes up to her.
“Oh good, I finally found you, Dr. Bailey. I saw your stuff still in your office and I was wondering where you were off too.” The doctor greets Erica, and the look of inconvenience on Erica’s face is noticeable, as she knows if another doctor’s looking for her, it’s not to catch up.
“I was off site. I did a favor for Mr. O’Brien over here, the husband for one of my patients.” Erica replies. “What’s this about?” Erica then asks.
“Let’s talk about it in my office. It concerns another patient.” The doctor tells her, and Erica just nods as it seems she has ****, before walking away from your group with the other doctor.
“Well, there goes my ride.” Riley reacts, before looking towards Paige, and silently asks with her eyes if she can get a ride.
“I can drive you.” Jay chimes in, seeing Paige’s initial hesitation in agreeing.
“For real?” Riley asks excitedly.
“Yeah. We can grab it while Erica’s busy and Stella can stay here until I get back.” Jay assures Riley; and Riley, without hesitation, clings to Jay’s arm and giddily tells him they should go as soon as possible. Paige just rolls her eyes at Riley’s behavior.
“Merry Christmas, Ry.” Paige says to Riley, as Riley wraps her arms tighter around Jay’s arm, resting her head on his shoulder.
Back at the Gold Room…
“I’ll be off now, Headmistress.” Sam tells Mercy, putting on his overcoat and fedora before opening the door to be welcomed by the cold breeze of the snowy Christmas morning.
“Take care, Sam. I’ll close up after I finish eating. Merry Christmas.” Mercy greets Sam, and Sam greets her a Merry Christmas as well, before heading out.
After Sam leaves, Mercy continues with her meal the kitchen prepared for her before they left. Mercy looks out the window and watches the snow slowly falling to create another layer of white in the buildings and pavement of the commercial street of the Gold Room. Mercy enjoys the peace of the silent solitude that she finds herself in, a smirk slowly creeping on the corner of her lips as she plans out how she’ll sleep in and enjoy doing a jigsaw puzzle by the fire later tonight. Maybe open up some wine as she snuggles with her dog.
It’s a comforting fantasy for Mercy…
Only for it to be interrupted by a vibrating noise that suddenly breaks the peaceful silence she was enjoying.
“What the fuck is that?” Mercy asks, worrying that her Christmas fantasy would be broken by a structural issue in the building of the Gold Room. She stands up from her seat, her utensils clanging on the plate when she frustratingly lets them go, and checks where the noise is coming from.
The source of the noise is easy enough to find, as it seems someone left their phone in the Gold Room and is being called by a “Daddy <3”.
“Hello?” Mercy answers the call, as this may be a way for the owner to find their phone.
“Mercy? Is that you?” The caller, a woman based on their voice and most likely the owner of the phone, asks from the other end.
“Yes, this is Mercy.” Mercy answers professionally. “Are you looking for your phone, madame?” Mercy then asks.
“Madame? This is Riley.” Riley informs Mercy.
“Oh. Hey, slut.” Mercy immediately shifts to a more casual tone while talking to Riley.
“Yeah, hey.” Riley answers back just as casually. “I obviously left my phone, and I’m on my way there. Can you wait for me? Please don’t close up yet!” Riley begs.
“Yeah, sure. I can wait for you.” Mercy answers, and she can hear Riley shout in glee on the other end. “Alright, calm down. It’s not a big deal.” Mercy reminds Riley, before Riley starts to say her goodbyes. “Say hello to your father for me.” Mercy says as a form of goodbye.
“Okay~, weird request; but, yeah. Sure. I can do that.” Riley replies with some confusion.
“Is Mr. Vanderhoff not with you?” Mercy asks.
“No. Jay’s driving me there. Why?” Riley answers, and it clarifies Mercy’s confusion as to who’s the ‘Daddy <3’ whose phone Riley’s borrowing for this call.
“Nothing. See you in a bit.” Mercy answers her, and Riley thanks her again before hanging up.
‘I guess I’m not going home yet after all.’
A few minutes later…
“Merry Christmas, Mercy.” Jay greets her, as he opens the door to the Gold Room and sees Mercy behind the bar.
“Merry Christmas, Mr. Craig.” Mercy greets back. “Would you like a drink?” Mercy then asks.
“It’s six in the morning. I’m not into day drinking, so I’m good, Mercy. Thank you.” Jay answers as Riley enters the pub right behind him.
“The sun’s not up yet. It’s still not technically day drinking.” Mercy tries to entice him.
“I don’t think that’s how time works.” Jay jokingly responds, and Mercy concedes and doesn’t push it further.
“Where’s my phone?” Riley finally asks her, and Mercy places the phone on the counter and slides it towards Riley, who stops it from further sliding with her hand. “Thanks for keeping it safe.” Riley tells Mercy.
“I’m not sure which room the two of you wanted prepared, but most of them weren’t used last night so you can take your pick. Just avoid the dungeon as it hasn’t been cleaned yet.” Mercy then informs you and Riley.
“We’re just here to pick up Riley’s phone.” Jay tells Mercy.
“Of course.” Mercy replies with a tone that says she’s just humoring you, as she leaves the bar area and walks towards the red door that leads to the Red Rum… and Riley’s following her.
“Riley,” Jay calls out to her right before she enters the Red Rum with Mercy. “Was this the plan all along?” Jay asks.
“No. I honestly left my phone here by accident.” Riley answers, walking back towards Jay to speak with him more closely. “But I think Santa just couldn’t fit you down my chimney so he found a more creative way to bring you to me as a Christmas present.” Riley flirtatiously replies, leaning her body on Jay’s so they’re chest-to-chest, and teasing him by tiptoeing her fingers along his body.
“I already gave you a gift.” Jay points out with an amused smirk on his face.
“I know, and I’m sure I’ll enjoy reading it once I unwrap it.” Riley replies, already aware that Jay gifted her a book. “But I’m not asking you to give me another gift. You are the gift…” Riley sensually adds.
“And I want to unwrap you for Christmas morning.” Riley tempts Jay, as she slides her palm across his crotch.
“Stella’s waiting for me.” Jay weakly argues.
“She’s a big girl. She can wait.” Riley easily counters, and Jay can’t help but smirk back at Riley who hasn’t broken eye contact with him, while she has her lips in a teasing smirk and the tip of her tongue slightly resting on her upper lip.
“Let’s face it, daddy.” Riley addresses you, her thumb and pinky squeezing the outline of Jay’s cock over his pants. “If you really didn’t want this,” she adds, as her hand slides to Jay’s zipper. “You’d have left by now.” Riley correctly points out, before the undeniable noise of Jay’s pants being unzipped.
*egh-ehm*
“I’d have to ask both of you to continue that elsewhere.” Mercy then interrupts the pair with a loud cough, as she stands by the doorway to the Red Rum watching them. “The Gold Room may be closed, but its rules must still be followed.” Mercy adds.
“Sorry.” Riley immediately apologizes to Mercy before breaking away from Jay.
“Don’t act like you weren’t trying to. I know that it's a common bucket list item for members.” Mercy calls Riley out, before turning around and going inside the Red Rum. Riley takes Jay’s hand in hers before enticing him to walk with her.
“You looked like you feared for your life there.” Jay comments on Riley’s abrupt separation. “Afraid Lizzie would pop up out of nowhere?” Jay jokingly asks.
“What?” Riley asks in confusion, and Jay just replies that it was a dumb comment after realizing Riley doesn’t know Lizzie’s supernatural reputation.
“Why did you look so panicked then?” Jay asks his question again.
“I didn’t want to start the new year with a suspended membership.” Riley explains.
“Why would they suspend your membership?” Jay asks.
“For trying to break one of the cardinal rules of the Gold Room.” Riley answers.
“What rule is that?” Jay continues to ask for clarification.
“Strictly no fucking in the Gold Room.” Riley replies. “Ruins the point of a front if people openly advertise what they’re doing in the Red Rum.” Riley explains, as she crosses the threshold to the Red Rum.
“Wait,” Jay says, letting go of Riley’s hand right before passing through the red door to the Red Rum. “Are we really doing this?” Jay asks Riley.
“No. I just wanted to pull you into a part of the building where I can fuck you so we can talk.” Riley sarcastically replies, and Jay just smirks for setting himself up for that one.
“Alright. Just let me send a quick text to Stella.” Jay concedes, before taking out his phone and texting his daughter. “Alright~, … ~and… sent.” Jay play-by-plays. Jay then finally takes a step through the red door of the Gold Room with Riley, and they’re now in the red hallway leading up to the main area of the Red Rum.
“We’re technically no longer in the Gold Room, right?” Jay asks Riley.
“Technically.” Riley asks with a curious, but also knowing, smirk on the corner of her lips. “Why?” Riley then asks.
Jay decides to not answer her question with words.
In Paige’s car…
“They’re fucking.” Stella announces.
“You don’t say?” Paige sarcastically replies.
“Shut up.” Stella immediately retorts, getting a chuckle out of Paige.
“That’s no way to talk to your Uber driver.” Paige continues to tease Stella, pointing out that she’s doing her a favor by giving her a ride; and Stella immediately thanks her for doing so. Lizzie and Flo parrot Stella and do the same, which eventually turns into the three of them sarcastically thanking her with lines like ‘We’re so lucky to have such a good friend’, ‘Us poor people can’t thank you enough for being rich enough to afford a car.’, and ‘I rate this ride five stars’.
“Shut up.” Paige retorts after the barrage of sarcasm from the other girls, and her annoyed reaction gets a laugh from the other girls.
“How are you so sure they’re doing that though?” Flo then asks Stella, after their laughter dies down.
“I can feel it in my scrote.” Stella jokingly replies, getting a chuckle out of Lizzie.
“What I meant was, didn’t she just go out with Paige? Isn’t she like… tired?” Flo continues.
“HA!” Paige is the one that reacts from the question. “You don’t know Riley.” Paige adds definitively.
“That I do not.” Flo points out that she, in fact, only met Riley today.
“Still, I’m with Flo on this one. You’d think after a night out she’d be exhausted by now.” Lizzie comments.
“Then you guys don’t know my dad.” Stella jokes, and the three girls simultaneously give knowing chuckles, signaling to Stella that they do know her dad pretty well.
“Point taken.” Lizzie concedes.
“Alright.” Paige prefaces loudly. “We’re here.” She announces, before parking the car right outside the Gold Room. Stella gets down the car, and Paige goes with her so she can use her keys to let Stella in.
“Oh! I have an idea.” Stella then announces as Paige starts unlocking the door. “Hey Lizzie!” Stella shouts from outside the car, and Lizzie brings down the window so they can talk face-to-face.
“What?” Lizzie asks.
“I need your supernatural powers for something.”
A few minutes later…
“Fuck me.” Lizzie groans to herself quietly, as she proves Stella right by being the one to sniff out the room where Jay and Riley would be in.
“That can be arranged.” Stella says deviously behind her, before giving Lizzie a hug from behind that startles her.
“AH!” Lizzie gasps, and the three people unaware they were being watched suddenly stop what they’re doing after being startled by Lizzie’s gasp.
“Jesus Christ.” Jay comments, his heart pounding after the shock of seeing Lizzie in the doorway out of nowhere, as his mind is racing at the million other times Lizzie just pops up if anything close to sexual is happening or even being talked about. He even made a joke about it just earlier. The shock blinds him so much that it takes him a moment before he even realizes that his daughter is behind her.
“I told you to go home.” Jay tells Stella.
“Your text just said ‘grab a ride with Paige.’” Stella replies, as she saunters her way inside Classroom 237.
“Home.” Jay corrects her. “Grab a ride with Paige… home.” Jay clarifies.
“Home is where the heart is,” Stella says, before caressing her father’s cheek with her hand. “And my heart is with you.” She then adds, before giving him a soft kiss on the lips.
It’s a sweet moment between the father and daughter couple.
Only undermined by the fact that Jay’s completely naked with two girls on their knees, one of whom is wearing a sexy schoolgirl outfit while the other is wearing a sports coat with just panties, and both of whom have their hands on Jay’s cock.
“Oh shit.” Jay and Stella overhear near the door, and it’s apparently Flo joined by Paige as they see the scene before them.
“Well, this is a surprise.” Mercy says with an amused smirk, as she sees the three girls peek through the doorway of Classroom 237.
“Hoe.” Riley then jokingly points at Paige.
“Hoe.” She then points to Flo.
“Hoe.” Finally pointing at Lizzie.
“Merry Christmas.” Stella completes the joke for Riley.
“I’m going to ask again, what is this place?” Flo asks, as she enters classroom 237 and starts looking around the room.
“Like I said, it’s a place where people get to indulge without inhibitions.” Paige answers, sounding exactly like Becca with how she describes the Red Rum, and Jay even sees a proud smile from Mercy that that’s the case.
“And you’re sure it’s not a brothel?” Lizzie asks.
“Um…” Paige hesitates to answer, and Mercy stands up from her position when Paige doesn’t answer. Lizzie can’t help but look at Mercy’s bare abdomen and chest that’s only covered by the unbuttoned sports coat, before Mercy seductively uses one finger to raise Lizzie’s chin to look her in the eyes.
“Members get to indulge freely here. We may have staff that are willing to help explore those indulgences for the right price; but the Red Rum is not a brothel. It’s more than that.” Mercy tells Lizzie with an authoritative tone, but still very seductive in her delivery. “Would you like me to show you?” Mercy asks her, ramping up the seductive tone to eleven.
“I-uh… can we go home now?” Lizzie looks towards Paige and Flo, clearly intimidated by Mercy. Mercy just smirks, but she walks away from the three girls to get back to Jay and Riley.
“That wasn’t very nice.” Jay jokingly tells Mercy.
“I’m staying.” Flo surprisingly declares.
“You are!?” Lizzie looks at Flo in shock, but only for a quick second, as she glances back towards Jay. At least, his lower half.
“Yeah. I’d rather be doing this than baking.” Flo tells Lizzie.
“Wouldn’t your parents be looking for you?” Paige asks with concern.
“They wouldn’t have let me leave if they really needed my help.” Flo argues, and Paige just shrugs in acceptance of Flo’s point.
“What about you, Lizzie? Am I driving you home?” Paige asks Lizzie, who’s still focused on the scene in front of her.
“Oh come on, Paige. You know you want to join.” Riley goads Paige.
“Do you?” Lizzie asks Paige, not looking towards her.
“I personally prefer being with Jay alone,” Paige answers Lizzie. “But then again,” Paige then tilts her head in consideration of the offer. “It is the season of sharing.” she argues with herself.
…
“Oh, what the hell!” Lizzie shouts, throwing her hands up and showing a ton of initiative by taking off her winter jacket, and the other girls can’t help but laugh.
“Don’t worry. I know how you feel. This is the exact same thing that happened to me the first time I went here.” Paige says, as she takes off her winter jacket as well.
“Speaking of what happened during your first time here,” Riley chimes in.
“Where’s Erica?”
Back at the hospital…
“We’re at the Red Rum. You’re always welcome to join”
“Those motherfuckers.” Erica says in reaction, after she reads a text from Paige.
Erica types her reply frantically on her phone, before rushing to the hospital parking lot, her annoyance at being left behind extremely apparent. Her reply to Paige didn’t mince words either.
“You traitors better not start without me.”
A few minutes later…
“~Okay,” Erica says in reaction, as she enters the room Jay and the girls decided to use after everyone came onboard with the Christmas morning orgy.
The room is one of the 237s that have been redecorated for the holidays. It’s designated ‘Library 237’, a room with an entire wall that’s fitted with a massive bookshelf on the left side wall when entering the room, and a digital fireplace to the right. A massive desk is placed on the wall opposite the entrance, and a prominent taxidermy bearskin rug in the middle of the room.
“I’m getting mixed signals as to what stage in the fucking you guys are at.” Erica comments, as she sees Flo, Riley, and Lizzie all fully clothed; but Paige, Stella, and Mercy are already in different states of undress. Meanwhile, Jay is in a Santa Claus outfit sitting behind the desk, with his daughter sitting on his lap.
“Mercy,” Jay calls Mercy’s attention. “Kindly help our new guest acclimate herself.” Jay commands, and Mercy doesn’t hesitate to follow it. Mercy saunters towards Erica, and starts to help Erica undress her multiple layers of winter clothing.
Erica looks around the room and sees six sets of eyes all watching her get undressed by Mercy, and there’s a warmth that’s slowly building up in the pit of her stomach. The attention is even more intoxicating for her, as there’s new sets of eyes that haven't seen her in her naked glory before, watching Mercy slowly remove the rest of her clothing.
Two girls who she only just met this morning due to happenstance, and who are now both familiar with her day job as a supposedly respectable doctor. Two girls who will now find out just how depraved she really is.. and how horny she gets just by being watched and treated like a sexual object.
Now that she’s fully undressed, Mercy returns to her previous spot and half-sits on the desk with Jay and Stella behind her. Now it’s seven sets of eyes watching Erica, and she can’t help but look around the room to confirm that it is actually her that they’re focused on. Even more titillating for Erica is the fact that none of the girls are looking her in the eyes. They’re focused on her naked body… and Erica feels a bit of her own wetness drip down her leg because of it.
“Riley,” Jay then calls out, breaking the silence that has enveloped the room as they awed at Erica’s nakedness.
“Yes, Daddy?” Riley acknowledges the call.
“Prepare the gift.” Jay commands, and Riley immediately stands up from her seat and approaches her flatmate. Riley has her hands behind her back as she approaches Erica, obviously holding things in her hands. Riley then presents Erica with what appears to be the outfit she’ll be wearing today. Erica puts on the red lingerie handed to her, and steps into the red high heels that Riley hands to her, before Riley puts on the finishing touches by placing the Santa hat on top of Erica’s head, and tying the red ribbon choker around her neck.
“I take it that I’m the gift?” Erica asks Jay, who only smirks at the question, telling Erica that there’s no point in even verbalizing such an obvious answer. Instead, Jay just taps the desk with his hand, which Erica understands is a command for her to get on top of it.
“Ladies.” Jay says without uttering another word; but like a sheik controlling his harem, they immediately understood what they needed to do just from this single utterance. Stella stands up from her dad’s lap and takes a seat on one of the chaise lounges near the digital fireplace, and the other girls all join her in that area of the room to watch Jay put on a show with Erica.
Erica approaches the desk and gets on all fours on top of it, with her head directed towards the other girls, allowing her to watch them watch her. Jay finally stands up from his seat behind the desk, and reveals he wasn’t wearing any pants during all that time; and it becomes immediately apparent to Erica that Jay’s been nursing an erection while Stella was sitting on his lap. It’s even possible Stella was quietly jerking him off during that time and the view was just blocked by the desk.
Erica can only sense Jay’s erection in her periphery, as she’s more focused on the female audience that continues to gaze upon her figure. Jay sends shivers down Erica’s spine, as he places his hand on her lower back, before sensually sliding it across her spinal cord stopping between her shoulder blades. Jay then uses a bit of **** to signal to Erica that she should lower her chest to the desk, to which Erica obliges. With her face down and ass up, the crowd shifts their view from Erica’s eyes, to her adorable butt that’s come into view.
“Mrs. Claus,” Jay then calls out, but none of the girls move to act on his call. Erica looks at each of them, and it’s actually Flo that flinches first, as she elbows Lizzie’s arm to remind her she’s playing Mrs. Claus.
“Oh, right. Sorry.” Lizzie says in apology, before abruptly standing up and approaching the desk shyly.
“Yes, Mr. Claus?” Lizzie asks Jay, her hands clasped together to stop herself from fidgeting due to nerves.
“What do you think of this toy, Mrs. Claus? Would it bring joy to all the good girls and boys?” Jay asks her.
“I think she’s… um…” Lizzie starts to say, before Jay interrupts her.
“‘It’, Mrs. Claus. It’s only a toy, no matter how real it looks.” Jay corrects Lizzie, and the correction makes Erica shudder, as she wants nothing more than to turn off her mind after a long day at work and be used as a sex object to fulfill someone’s desire.
“Of course, Mr. Claus. It… looks magnificent.” Lizzie replies. “Impeccable, even.” She continues, before she caresses Erica’s smooth skin with the back of her hand, and Erica. “I personally couldn’t take my eyes off of it earlier.” She adds.
“I agree. It looks immaculate on the outside,” Jay says in agreement. “But for us to truly assure its quality, we must go beyond its outer appearance.” He qualifies, before placing his thumb on top of Erica’s lips. Erica immediately sucks on it without hesitation, treating the small nub with her tongue as if it was his penis that was inside her mouth.
Erica swirls her tongue around Jay’s thumb, coating it with her saliva thoroughly, before he gently tugs his finger out of Erica’s mouth. He smears some of the saliva coating on Erica’s lips, before going over to Lizzie and placing his thumb on top of her lips next. Lizzie opens her mouth, and sucks on Jay’s already saliva coated thumb. Lizzie sucks on Jay’s thumb like a popsicle, slowly and methodically, before Jay tugs it out of her mouth as well.
“What do you think, Mrs. Claus?” Jay asks her, and Lizzie can’t find the right words to answer him, as she’s not exactly sure what he means. “It seems you’re not sure. Would you like to taste her tongue directly?” Jay then asks, and Lizzie just shyly nods as a response, and not really thinking about what she’s agreeing to do.
Jay lifts Erica’s head up from the desk so she can be level with Lizzie’s face, and the two girls who only just met this morning stare into each other’s eyes. Erica’s waiting for Lizzie to make her move, but Lizzie’s still so new to this whole situation that she’s not sure if she should just go for it. Lizzie inches closer, hoping that Erica will close the gap; seemingly forgetting that Erica’s roleplaying as a toy to be used, so she doesn’t move an inch.
To Lizzie, it feels like there’s more than seven sets of eyes watching her next move. Thankfully, she can’t see the majority of them, but Erica’s eyes are enough to make her feel the pressure. Erica’s facial expression is blank in Lizzie’s mind, neither showing desire nor apprehension at Jay’s suggestion that the two should share a kiss.
Lizzie glances back at Jay, whose anticipation at the scene he requested isn’t written all over his face, but Lizzie can definitely feel his desire for it to happen in her bones. Whenever she’s around him, she feels it in her skin at first, wherever he’s touching her, and from there it just spreads… and her desire for him just won’t let her say no. She’s dead tired after a graveyard shift and she still said yes because he’s involved in all this.
It’s not the first time this has happened either. Lizzie knows she’s always been a magnet to anything sexual. Whether it be perverted conversations, scenes, or situations, she always stumbles upon them by accident. It’s not something she knew all her life though. Just a realization she made after being bombarded by that fact after meeting Jay and his girlfriends, and interacting with them constantly.
What finally broke her was seeing him with her boss, Viv, one night doing it in the kitchen. She should’ve just left that night, but Viv’s invite for her to join just cemented her to her spot. It was Jay who was assuring her that she didn’t have to do what her boss was asking her to do. That she could just go, and they’ll just hope she keeps quiet about it, and she was about to take his advice… but he had to get close. He had to get close to her and open the door for her like a gentleman, while he was naked and his cock was covered in Viv’s juices. He touched her in the arm to try and escort her out, and it was that momentary touch that cemented her feet on the ground. She knew she just didn’t want to be just in the periphery at that moment. She wanted to be a part of it.
The same way seeing him naked again today convinced her that whatever exhaustion she was feeling, she’d push herself to the limit just to get a taste of him again. She’ll do whatever it takes to feel it again. She’ll even kiss whoever he tells her to kiss for it. Lizzie knows that. After their shared experience with Jay, Flo knows it too.
Now, Erica will know it.
“Dayum, Lizzie.” Stella can’t help but react, surprised by Lizzie’s attack on Erica’s lips that came out so suddenly after the long build up. Lizzie’s holding Erica’s cheeks in her hands, not letting her escape as they make out wildly in front of their enthralled audience.
Lizzie dominates Erica’s tongue with her own, swirling her tongue around every crevice of Erica’s mouth and lapping up the saliva build up inside Erica’s mouth into her own, before using the same saliva to recoat Erica’s tongue. The kiss immediately gets sloppy from the slobber that’s being shared between the two, but that’s exactly how Lizzie likes it. She doesn’t know how much Erica’s enjoying their kiss, but she knows how much more perverted it is visually.
She’s putting on a show.
If someone’s going to stumble upon her doing something sexual the way she stumbles upon other people’s, then she’ll give them something to blush over.
“I didn’t know she had that in her.” Paige comments, as Lizzie’s almost pulling Erica off the desk to ensure that Erica doesn’t break away from their kiss.
“I did.” Flo shares with a confident smirk, getting everyone to know that Lizzie really does have a habit of going wild from the jump.
“I kinda want me some Lizzie now.” Riley half-jokes, unable to hide the envy in her tone.
When Lizzie finally breaks away from Erica, the blank expression in Erica’s eyes from before their kiss is gone. Now replaced by a curiosity and a sparkle towards Lizzie that wasn’t there before. Both women are breathing heavily, and though their lips may be apart, they’re still connected by a sliver of saliva that just won’t break.
“Well done, Mrs. Claus.” Jay tells Lizzie in character. “You discovered a leak.” He adds, before wiping the inside of Erica’s thighs with his palm, only to show the thin coating of moisture on it to Lizzie. No longer thinking about anything other than what’s the most perverted thing she could do right now, Lizzie plants the flat of her tongue onto Jay’s palm and licks Erica’s wetness off of it, and makes bubbles with the saliva between her lips.
“Flo, kindly address the leak of this toy while I spend some quality time with Mrs. Claus.” Jay commands Flo, who immediately gets out of her seat in the viewing area to finally join in on the play.
Meanwhile, Jay wraps Lizzie in his arm and pulls her in closer to him, before tasting her lips that have been coated with different fluids at this point. Without warning, Lizzie jumps on Jay and wraps her legs around his waist, while wrapping her arm around his neck to help support herself initially. Jay grabs the area between her buttcheeks and her thighs to carry her, before taking her to the seating area near the digital fireplace where the other girls are.
Jay sits down right next to Stella, on the seat previously occupied by Flo, and he and Lizzie begin making out furiously beside his daughter. He doesn’t need to glance towards Stella for him to know that she’s already got her hand underneath her panties to start playing with herself while watching her father make out with the ‘supernatural’ waitress.
“Need help with that, Stella?” Mercy asks Stella, which gets Jay to break away from Lizzie for a moment to address the question.
“No one touches my daughter before me.” Jay says authoritatively. “Let her watch.” Jay adds.
“As you wish, Santa.” Mercy replies.
“I could maybe use your help with this… um, leak?” Flo asks, as Erica’s back to having her head resting on the desk with her ass up to present her ‘leak’ to Flo, who’s doing her best to make the leak worse. Flo directs her look for help towards Mercy at first, but she does glance at Paige and Riley too. Riley and Mercy immediately stand up from their seats with eagerness to participate, while Paige crosses her legs to signal she’s staying firmly in her seat next to you.
Despite standing up from their seats to supposedly help Flo, Mercy and Riley walk past her towards a Christmas tree filled with toys underneath it, before walking back towards her holding gifts to help address the leak. Mercy’s holding a strap-on dildo in one hand, and some ribbon-looking rope in the other, while Riley grabbed a vibrator that looks like a candy cane with both hands.
“Well, that would certainly help plug a leak.” Flo jokes, after seeing what the two women beside are holding.
“Daddy once told me that with the right tools and the right knowledge, anything can be fixed.” Riley quotes.
“Which Daddy are you referring to?” Mercy jokingly asks.
“Shut up.” Riley tells Mercy, before motioning for Mercy to proceed with their plan. Mercy begins to bind Erica with the ribbon-rope, masterfully tying Erica’s thighs together while also having the ribbon-rope accentuate Erica’s ass, while also having it bind her arms to her body and her hands resting on her lower back tied together. It didn’t even take her more than a few minutes to do so.
While that was happening, Jay and Lizzie continued with their make out session, as Lizzie grinded her clit and pussy lips on Jay’s erect cock, and coating his lap with her juices. The smell of sex is in the air, and even Paige can’t help but cross her legs even tighter to prevent herself from giving in to depravity. A task made all the much harder by Stella and Lizzie. Stella’s kink of watching her father fuck in front of her has been on full display, and she and Lizzie create a cacophony of moans near Paige that even Paige can only try to tune out.
“I can’t wait anymore.” Lizzie whispers to Jay, their foreheads still touching while their lips are just centimeters apart. “Put it in me.” Lizzie begs Jay with a heavy breath.
Lizzie’s hot breath mixes with the saliva coating on Jay’s lips that gives him a tingly sensation that makes him want to kiss her more. He captures her lips with his once more, all while maneuvering his dick beneath Lizzie’s crotch, before penetrating her with his tip. Lizzie can’t help but moan in between kisses, as Jay’s dick penetrates deep into her without resistance, as her wet cunt devours his shaft like a vacuum. Jay can’t help but moan too, as Lizzie’s tight wet pussy wraps his cock with warmth.
“I wish we could do this more often.” Lizzie says in between gasps of pleasure, before resting her head on Jay’s shoulder. At first, he thinks it’s because she’s just trying to be sweet to emphasize her sentiment, but Jay realizes that Lizzie isn’t moving her hips anymore.
“Are you okay?” Jay asks her in a whisper.
“Yeah.” Lizzie answers with a moan. “Just… catching my breath.” Lizzie adds, which makes Jay chuckle, as he’s not aware of how literal Lizzie means it. “Worked a graveyard shift earlier and only had a nap, so my body’s not as enthusiastic as my mind is.” Lizzie jokingly explains.
“You haven’t slept… and you said yes to this?” Jay asks Lizzie in shock, which just gets Lizzie to do a labored chuckle as a response.
“I don’t regret it… one bit.” Lizzie replies, and raises her body up a bit in between her answer, before quickly taking the entirety of Jay’s manhood inside her once more. This show of desire makes both Jay and Lizzie chuckle, but also gets a comment from their audience that breaks the sweet moment.
“Not to put pressure on you two, but I don’t think I can cum from a one stroke per minute type of show.” Stella jokes.
“Oh? You want a show, baby?” Jay asks his daughter.
“Is that even a question?” Stella jokingly asks back, before taking off her panties entirely in preparation for what she knows Jay will most likely do after being goaded.
“Then let’s put on a show for her, Lizzie.” Jay tells Lizzie confidently.
“I don’t think I have enough energy to— WOAH!” Lizzie starts to say, before she gets surprised by Jay suddenly standing up again, causing Lizzie to almost fall backwards off of him. Jay expected this, and has his arms support her back; but Lizzie’s still dangerously leaning backwards in this position.
“Don’t worry. I won’t drop you.” Jay assures Lizzie, as Lizzie starts to calm herself, and make it easier for Jay to carry her without holding onto him.
“The workouts with Brooke have really helped you out, Jay.” Paige comments, as Jay carries Lizzie quite easily. Then again, Lizzie’s barely over a hundred pounds; so it’s not a huge deal.
Jay glances at his daughter to give her a wink and a cheeky smile to tease her for what he’s about to do, and Stella just smiles mischievously at the playfulness of her father. Jay pushes Lizzie’s hips away slowly, unsheathing a portion of his cock from Lizzie’s pussy, before quickly slamming her down his crotch while pushing into her at the same time.
“AAAH~!” Lizzie shouts, before it becomes a continuous buzz of moans, as Jay is now pounding into her like a piston.
The four other girls who are at the desk stop what they’re doing to stare in awe at the furious pace of Jay’s fucking. Lizzie has her hands hanging and almost vibrating with how fast they’re swaying due to Jay’s relentless pace. The sound of skin slapping skin and Lizzie’s trance-like moans envelop the room, before Lizzie’s entire body falls backward out of exhaustion; and Jay has to stop his pounding to prevent her from falling.
Lizzie’s mouth is hanging open, drool openly sliding across her cheek, and her eyes rolled back make it seem like the poor girl’s catatonic, but it’s more accurately an orgasm-induced coma. Jay pulls out of her quickly to lay her down as soon as possible, but the quick motion sends a shiver down Lizzie’s entire body that makes her squirt out all her fluids, creating a wet spot on the floor.
“You dicked the soul out of her, Santa.” Riley jokes.
“More like drained it out of her.” Flo tries to top Riley’s joke. “Speaking of, maybe that’s the only way to fix this leak.” Flo adds, before gesturing towards Erica’s behind.
Jay shifts how he’s carrying Lizzie into a princess carry and lays her down a chaise lounge near the digital fireplace for her to finally get her much deserved rest. Lizzie’s face has shifted from the catatonia to a more calm and serene look, with her eyes closed and a subtle smirk of satisfaction on the side of her lips. Jay wipes away the drool from her cheek before attempting to walk away, but despite having her eyes closed, Lizzie’s able to grab his hand to stop him from going. Jay looks back at her, and Lizzie’s still sleeping soundly it seems, but her grip on Jay’s hand begs to differ. Jay gives her hand a squeeze, and Lizzie’s smile grows wider before falling to the floor as if her brain got turned off. Jay just smiles, knowing Lizzie’s finally getting some sleep after a long day.
Now he has to turn his attention to the six other women waiting for him.
‘What a way to spend Christmas morning.’ He thinks to himself.
Jay makes his way next to the desk where Erica’s being toyed with by Flo, Riley, and Mercy. Mercy’s on Erica’s front end, stuffing her mouth with the strap-on dildo, and forcing Erica to make that ‘gawk-gawk’ sound. Jay’s not sure what either party gets from that exchange, but Mercy seems to be enjoying herself. Jay gives Mercy’s butt a spank, causing her to push the dildo further inside Erica’s throat in the process, and Jay hears Erica take a deep breath afterwards while he walks towards Flo and Riley who are on the back end of Erica.
“You said you needed help fixing a leak?” Jay asks Flo and Riley. He looks at Erica’s raised ass cheeks to find that the candy cane vibrator that Riley got is now stuffing both of Erica’s holes, the shorter end of the candy cane inside her asshole, while the longer end is inside her pussy.
“Our tools seem to be making the leak worse, Santa.” Riley comments, before raising the intensity of the vibration of the candy cane as the buzzing noise coming from Erica’s crotch becomes much louder. The amount of juices flowing out of Erica also increases, and the desk now has a small puddle forming on top of it.
“I think we should just drain her like you did Lizzie.” Flo suggests.
“I concur, elf.” Riley replies, which gets a raised eyebrow as a reaction from Flo.
“Elf?” Flo asks.
“I mean, you were the one Santa called first to help fix this toy.” Riley explains.
“So that makes me head elf and you guys are my minions?” Flo asks back, and it’s Riley this time that gives her a raised eyebrow as a reaction.
“Where’d you find this girl?” Riley asks Jay, obviously intrigued by the confidence Flo is showing.
“In the north pole.” Jay playfully answers.
“Mercy,” Jay then addresses Mercy, who’s still having fun fucking Erica’s mouth. “Kindly plug this hole for me would you?” Jay commands Mercy, who pulls out the strap-on dildo out of Erica’s mouth and shows how coated it is with slobber as she walks towards the other end of the desk.
Mercy then pulls Erica’s legs off the desk so the strap-on can access the latter’s pussy. She positions the tip of the dildo over Erica’s pussy, before pausing to look at Jay.
“Wouldn’t you like to plug it yourself?” Mercy asks Jay.
“I’ll drain the toy of its leak if you can’t,” Jay answers. Mercy’s about to penetrate Erica with the dildo, but Jay prevents her from doing so, mouthing ‘wait’ to Mercy. “But first, I need to punish the elf that made this defective toy.” Jay replies. “Assume your position, elf.” Jay then adds, looking towards Flo, and she smiles in amusement that she gets the next crack at Jay’s cock.
Flo unbuttons her tight pants, then pulls them down to her knees before leaning on the desk beside Erica in the exact same position. Jay palms Flo’s ass, giving it a squeeze, before…
*SPANK*
Jay then unbuttons the strap of Flo’s onesie that’s covering her crotch, to reveal the awaiting hole he’s about to fill. He directs the tip of his cock and rests it on the outer lips of Flo’s pussy, before looking towards Mercy. The two of them smile at each other naughtily, before both lean in to share a kiss. The two start making out, lips not breaking apart as their tongues explore each other. When Mercy least expects it…
*SPANK*
The spank pushes Mercy’s hips forward to penetrate Erica, while Jay thrusts into Flo at the same time; and the moans of pleasure from Erica and Flo sync up perfectly, as Jay and Mercy keep pace with each other’s thrusts. Mercy and Jay multitask by sharing another kiss while fucking Erica and Flo, so their cadence finally mismatch.
Riley gets impatient having to just watch everyone in the desk having fun except her, so she jumps on the desk to join in. Riley starts by sharing a kiss with her friend Erica, and getting Flo to watch the two friends share each other’s tongues. Jay and Mercy have seen the two share a kiss before, so they’re focused on pleasuring their respective partners; but Flo’s entranced by the two’s masterful knowledge of each other’s mouths that a normal makeout session becomes a well-rehearsed dance of tongues.
Once Riley and Erica break apart, Riley already knows she’s got Flo hook, line, and sinker with wanting to experience that kind of kiss too. Riley looks at Flo who only catches herself staring at Riley’s lips when it curls into a knowing smile. Flo doesn’t back down though, and gives Riley a wink and an air smooch combo as her body rocks back and forth due to Jay pumping his cock in and out of her from behind.
Riley becomes more playful with approaching Flo for a kiss, sticking out her tongue while her face inches closer to Flo’s. Riley only stops her approach once Flo’s face is so close all the latter has to do is stick out her tongue when Jay pushes her body forward with his thrust. Flo looks at Riley with a cheeky smile, knowing full well Riley’s teasing her to break the imaginary barrier that’s preventing them from making out like Erica and Riley did just a few moments ago.
Flo doesn’t play Riley’s game though, and teases Riley right back. Straightening her back so she’s leaning backwards on Jay’s chest, before placing her hand on Jay’s cheek to direct it to get close to her. Flo gives Riley a wink, before she starts a passionate kiss with Jay. Jay expresses his lust for her by wrapping an arm around her shoulders and waist, making Flo cling to her while they make out. Jay then begins to fuck Flo a lot faster, causing Flo to just let out a constant moan of pleasure and unable to continue making out with him.
Riley’s amused by Flo’s response, but she knows she can do her one better. She gets close to the two who have their faces inches away from each other, before Riley’s hands **** them to part further, as Riley grabs Jay by the cheeks and gives him a quick eskimo kiss, but not separating their nose tips before she asks him a question.
“I thought you said you were punishing this elf for making a defective toy, Santa?” Riley asks Jay. “This doesn’t seem much of a punishment.” Riley adds, before giving him a peck on the lips and moving away from them. Riley knows the consequences of her reminder, and that’s why she moved further back on the desk, and Jay doesn’t disappoint. Jay pushes Flo’s upper body back on the desk, pulling her hair to raise her head, while continuing his furious pace at fucking her. Only this time…
*SPANK!*
*SPANK!!*
*SPANK!!!*
“AAAH!” Flo groans in a mixture of pleasure and pain as Jay starts to ride her like an equestrian.
“Don’t you wish you just gave me that kiss now?” Riley teases Flo, whose eyes are glazed over due to her brains getting furiously dicked out by Jay. Riley raises her sheer red dress to reveal her bare pussy, then laying down on the desk and spreading her legs to present her crotch to Flo and Jay. Jay understands her intent, and pulls Flo’s head further backwards so Riley can scooch to position her pussy where Flo’s head would be if Jay pushed it down. Jay does exactly that, and forces Flo to eat Riley’s pussy while he fucks her from behind.
Flo’s attempt to eat out Riley doesn't last long though, as Flo’s too preoccupied with her own pleasure to give Riley’s pleasure any attention. Riley doesn’t **** Flo to eat her out though, as she’s just enjoying Flo’s hot breath continuously warming up her clit and pussy lips with the obvious prelude to an intense orgasm only Riley’s favorite substitute teacher could deliver. Flo makes it evident that she’s seconds away from cumming when she slams her hands on the desk to try and hold her intense orgasm back, and Riley takes this opportunity to grab Flo by the hair, which makes Jay let go of his hair grab on Flo, and Riley pushes her crotch right on Flo’s mouth to feel Flo’s humming moan on her lips.
“That’s it.” Riley goads Flo. “Cum with my cunt on your mouth.” Riley continues to tease, as she silences Flo’s orgasmic scream with her pussy. Flo’s legs are shaking as Jay takes a pause from thrusting to let Flo feel the wave of her orgasm, but Riley doesn’t relent and grinds her pussy on Flo’s mouth as she laughs diabolically.
Jay pulls out of Flo, and Flo’s legs buckle from the intensity of her orgasm, but Riley holding onto her hair and Jay catching her prevents her from falling to the ground. Jay then lifts her by the waist and places her on top of the desk with Riley, her mouth still very much resting on top of Riley’s pussy.
“I’m done with my punishment.” Jay tells Riley. “Do with her as you wish.” He adds, and Riley wraps her legs around Flo’s head to further emphasize her earlier point that Flo shouldn’t have tried to mess with Riley when it comes to teasing.
“Would you like to take over this toy next, Santa?” Mercy asks Jay after his announcement.
“No. You can keep doing what you’re doing, Mercy.” Jay answers. “I’ll just help you from behind.” He then adds, and he and Mercy share knowing smirks as Mercy understands his intention quite clearly.
Jay kneels behind Mercy’s still thrusting butt and places his hands on her ass cheeks to spread them, revealing the diamond base of the butt plug that she placed inside her asshole while waiting for Erica to arrive. Mercy has to stop humping Erica for a moment while Jay grabs the buttplug by the base and pulls it slightly out of Mercy’s asshole. Mercy then starts to fuck Erica again while Jay has the neck of the butt plug between his fingers, giving Mercy the unique sensation of somewhat literally fucking herself in the ass.
Jay’s slowly pulling the buttplug out of Mercy, getting it to gape more and more as the widest part of the buttplug is constantly getting pulled out and swallowed by her asshole with every move. Mercy can’t get enough of the sensation, as she’s both fucking Erica and getting double penetrated at the same time by toys; and soon, she’ll have Jay’s cock up her asshole too, as Jay finally pulls out the buttplug out of her.
Jay doesn’t immediately replace the buttplug with his cock though. Getting a taste of Mercy’s puckered asshole first with his tongue, and rimming Mercy while she fucks Erica with the strap-on. Mercy stops pumping and instead changes to a booty shake, forcing Jay to motorboat her asshole, and making the strap-on dildo grind laterally against the walls of Erica’s vagina.
Jay finally pulls away from Mercy’s ass, feeling it’s been lubricated enough by his saliva, and positions the tip of his penis on the awaiting entrance of Mercy’s back door. Mercy, in preparation, penetrates Erica only half-way with the dildo; leaving some of the dildo shaft outside of Erica’s pussy. It remains like that for a few minutes as Jay slowly acclimates Mercy’s asshole to get more relaxed for it to allow his entire manhood to go inside her. Until, finally, Jay pushes balls-deep into Mercy, resulting in Mercy penetrating Erica fully with the dildo also; almost like a Human Centipede of penetration.
Stella couldn’t help but not approach the desk to get a better angle of what was going on as well. She sits at the desk chair to get an amazing view of Erica getting fucked by Mercy from behind, while Mercy was getting fucked from behind by her dad. All the while, Riley was still forcing Flo to eat her out. She looks towards Paige who’s still sitting in the seating area near the digital fireplace, massaging her massive mammaries and rubbing herself between her crossed legs.
“You sure you don’t want to get in on this, Paige?” Stella asks her from the desk.
“I’m good.” Paige calmly answers. “I’ll get my turn soon enough.” Paige adds, before giving a wink in Jay’s direction. Stella doesn’t push it and goes back to watching the live porn performance happening in front of her.
Erica looks spent at this point. Her cheek is smushed to the desk out of exhaustion. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is hanging open, with drool coming out of it that’s formed a small puddle near her mouth. Yet, her pussy’s probably let out more fluid than the drool from her mouth.
Mercy has her hands on the desk, on either side of Erica, helping to brace for the impact of the cock ramming her ass from behind. Meanwhile, every one of Jay’s thrusts from behind pushes her strap-on dildo into Erica even deeper, while the other end of the strap on stimulates her clit.
When Jay ramps up the pace of pounding into Mercy, she can no longer keep herself from falling forward and rests her body on top of Erica’s back. Jay’s thrusts are enough to pleasure them both thanks to the set-up he’s devised, and Mercy just submits to his thrusts and await the euphoria that’s sure to come.
Mercy doesn’t expect what happens next though. Jay wraps his arms around her waist, and tells her to “Grab Erica”, before he pulls Mercy into him instead of thrusting inside of her. Mercy doesn’t know where he’s going with this, but Mercy grabs Erica all the same, wrapping her arms around Erica’s waist as Jay did with her. Once Jay sees that Mercy’s holding Erica, he pulls them down slowly, his cock still inside Mercy and the strap-on dildo Mercy’s wearing still inside Erica.
It’s a delicate dance to ensure that neither phallus exits the hole its inside, but Jay eventually gets Mercy and Erica on top of him while he lays his back to the floor, with Mercy and Erica both in reverse cowgirl positions on top of him. In their position, Stella can clearly see the strap-on dildo entering Erica, while her father’s cock is penetrating Mercy’s ass. That was Jay’s intent though. He knew this will be more visually lewd for his daughter to watch. She’s always loved watching him with other women, and he’s learned to love to put on a show for her too.
Stella watches on, as her father’s cock penetrates Mercy; and, in turn, the strap-on dildo Mercy’s wearing moves in deeper to Erica’s pussy. It’s a stunning visual from where Stella’s sitting, and she tries to return the favor by spreading her legs as wide as possible to show them how many fingers she’s putting inside her because of their show. The three are too preoccupied to notice anything Stella’s doing though, so her show of appreciation with the leg spread is more of a show for Riley than she intended.
“Want me to help with that?” Riley asks Stella.
“You heard, Daddy.” Stella answers. “Nobody touches me before him.” Stella replies.
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Riley continues to tease Stella, not really getting revved up from Flo’s tongue that’s basically on autopilot after being exhausted from her orgasm.
Jay definitely heard Riley’s tempting of Stella, and grabs their attention by going into maximum overdrive on Mercy’s ass, the sound of his skin slapping into Mercy’s asscheeks to tell Stella that she only needs to focus on what he’s doing to satisfy her. Riley can’t help but forget her tempting of Stella too, as the ass pounding Mercy’s getting actually forces Erica off of the dildo and onto the floor beside them, as Mercy can’t hold onto her any longer due to the dicking she’s getting from below.
It’s quite a sight to see a dildo standing at attention and flopping around from Mercy’s crotch while getting anally destroyed, but Stella just can’t help but imagine Mercy being Cassie and experiencing what Erica felt just a moment ago. Riley and Stella are mesmerized by Mercy’s amazing natural tits almost have a flow to them as they shake from Jay’s impact.
“I’m cumming!” Mercy shouts, and Jay slows down his pace to give her more impactful thrusts, before fully stopping once he feels Mercy stops shaing and he feels Mercy’s juices flow down his balls. Jay pulls out of her asshole gently, before sliding her off of him to rest next to Erica on the floor.
Jay then stands up from the floor and looks at his daughter with his legs spread wide on the desk chair, two fingers inside her pussy; while Riley still hasn’t let go of Flo’s hair, while the girl is basically resting on her cooch now. He walks past the two girls near the desk and proceeds to walk towards the one girl still looking somewhat demure in her seat.
“Paige,” Jay addresses her.
“Your turrrr…
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You wake up from your nap sweating.
Was that all a dream?
Not being able to have fun with your girlfriends for the holidays has really gotten to you. You’re dreaming of orgies now…
You fucking horndog.
Also…
‘Why is it so hot?’ You ask yourself as you sit up from your bed. Sleeping in your Christmas sweater and jeans definitely explains a bit of why you’re hot, but it shouldn’t be this hot during winter.
Something’s going on, and you already have an idea who’s at fault.
You walk out onto the living room, and find your daughter Stella lazing in the couch and ask…
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