Everyone is served

A little over an hour later, the last couple stood in front of Vyki and Eddy’s table making small talk about holiday plans and how, being snowbirds, they were not used to this temperate weather for Christmas. Vyki continued to fight her heightened libido and tried not to envision what the lump in his pants would do or if she could find a way to get in the girls’ hot pants. Vyki’s distracting mental thoughts were thankfully interrupted when the final timer went off, “well, that sounds like it's your turn!” Vyki said enthusiastically. Reaching her hands out, she reached for their hands, “if you will come with me, you can have some private time with my husband.”

As she walked them towards the room, the system was still discharging energy into her groin with every step, and she was luxuriating in feeling the man and woman weave their arms behind her grasping each other while her arms were behind them thrusting her chest out causing it to almost bounce even stronger.

“It’s so nice of you to share your husband with us for such fun,” the girl said, “it's so great to see a couple so free and trusting.”

Vyki just giggled nervously at the idea of her ‘trusting’ Sir Bill, “well, I knew when I signed up for this, I’d share him with the entire world. Its not every man that has the energy to delivery goodies to everyone’s bedroom in a single night,” Vyki said leaning into her Mrs. Claus roll.

“Hell, if I had a girl like you and that much energy, I’d never leave,” the man said chuckling to his companion.

Vyki just quipped at the opening, “even the best slut needs one night a year off,” winking to the couple as the previous sextet of witches and warlocks walked out of the room chuckling and giggling to themselves.

“Well, here you go, the Big Man himself,” Vyki said walking in with the couple this time. “Santa honey, these are your last two guests this evening. Hopefully you’ve been working yourself up because it's off to your rounds after this.”

Cheering came from all three of the room’s residents knowing this was the last one for the night.

“Have fun, kiddies,” Vyki said as she sauntered out of the room thinking of what it would be like to go house to house fucking every woman she’d seen tonight as <BUZZ> after <BUZZ> hit her trapped rod.

Taking a different route out of the room, Vyki headed to the final table to let Miss H know about the last couple gone in. Seeing her reviewing her phone, Vyki spitefully said, “Miss H, the last couple just went in.”

“K, thanks,” Heather said as she typed away on her phone.

“K, well, I’m going to get my stuff and head out; Merry Christmas,” Vyki said to Heather and the waiting groups.

“Oh, wait,” Heather said finally putting her phone down and walking with Vyki around the corner out of earshot of the guests. “Before you leave, I need you to take that dress off so I can get it cleaned,” Heather said holding out her hands for Vyki to hand it to her there in the hallway.

“What?!?” Vyki said holding it to her dress wondering if this lady really was crazy enough to want her to strip in the hallway. “Fuck! I didn’t bring a change. I’ll get it to you later.”

“Fuck, that! I paid a lot for that, its mine!” Heather said viciously grabbing the low neckline.

Vyki was considering if she knock this girl to the floor could she run in the heels to her purse and get to her car before Eddy in the next room realized what was going on.

Then the lunatic burst into laughter, “oh, sweety! You scare so well; its such fun!!!” Heather continued laughing as she walked the girl a few more steps, “no, deary that and the boots & shoes are my thank you Christmas gift. I really do appreciate you coming out and helping.”

Vyki tried to nervously giggle with it but was really questioning her stability.

“A couple of other things though, Bill asked me to make sure you didn’t leave until he had a moment to talk with you. I think he had something he wanted to say,” Heather said, “I don’t know what about; I don’t need that drama.”

“K,” Vyki said frustrated that she was here for a bit longer but the couple should be done soon at least.

“As for the final matter,” she looked around the corner at Eddy putting things away, “do you think you could do what we talked about?”

“What?” Vyki said, really not sure what she mentioned.

“Do you think you could get Eddy to go after your mommy pussy?” Heather said indicating the mature woman’s nether regions.

“What? No!” Vyki said defiantly even as her brain pulled up images of Eddy going to town on her ass.

“Ten thousand dollars to let that sculpture of a man tap that ass before you leave,” Heather said conspiratorially.

“What the fuck, Heather?” Vyki said her voice rising.

“Watch the tone, missy!” Heather said before dropping back to a conspiratorial tone. “I’ve been trying to get the two of them to dip their toes off the dick train and try a little pussy pleasure for years and you’ve gotten closer than anyone. 25k, and that’s my final offer.”

Vyki’s saturated brain could only sudo-logially consider what she could actually do with $25,000 as her lizard brain begged for release at any price was thrilled with the offer, before her conscious finally struggled to the surface, but was interrupted before she could say anything.

Heather could see the consideration at the idea but didn’t want to let her have the opportunity to vocalize her descent that came across her face and jumped in, “don’t answer me now; just think about it. Let your slut flag fly and commit to the sex you’ve been wanting to do with him all day, and get 25 grand for it, or pretend to be offend because there is money involved and go home frustrated.” Heather finished in her hushed tone before loudly announcing, “Merry Christmas! Just think about it,” before walking away.

Vyki couldn’t help the possibilities run through her head as Heather walked away. Taking a deep breath and standing as still as possible, Vyki slowly turned around and looked around the corner. Standing there behind the table was the mountain of a man Eddy.

Not taking a moment more to think about it, Vyki quickly strutted over to the table, her body on fire with desire and mind assaulted with lust & hormones at every step.

“Vyki, what’s going on?” Eddy asked as she walked right to him; her nipples pressing into his chest.

“Do me,” commanded Vyki as she grasped the back of his head with one hand and his belt with the other and pulled him in for a deep throaty kiss.

Eddy was not sure what was going on and many situations were running through his mind at once, but he was quickly getting lost in her passionate kiss.

With him fully engaged in the kiss, Vyki moved the hand from behind his head to help her other hand undo his belt buckle. In a matter of seconds, his belt buckle clattered to the hard floor. Sliding his underwear down to his thighs, Eddy’s monster of a cock popped free hard and long. Spinning around, Vyki wasted no time and slid her briefs down to her thighs ans she bent her body over the table for support and stuck her naked ass out at Eddy. Tossing her hair and looking over her shoulder, Vyki moans out, “fuck me, Eddy.”

Vyki is amazed at how easily his appendage slides in her back door, but she was thrilled to finally being used enough that she could finally get the relief the mechanical toys weren’t giving her.

“Oh, Vyki,” cried Eddy as she pounded into her ass over and over again. She could feel her orgasm growing and growing inside.

“yes, Vyki,” Eddy said as she could feel her desire grow more and more with every one of his thrusts.

“Vyki, Vyki, Vyki,” Eddy called out again and again as her body launched closer and closer to the edge.

“Earth to Vyki, come in Vyki!” Eddy said as Vyki blinked several times seeing the room reorient to her upright position.

“Huh,” said Vyki so much of her body and mind trying to adapt to what was before her.

“I said, I almost have everything packed. I put your phone in your purse over with your friend’s coat,” Eddy said very matter-of-factly.

“Right, thanks,” Vyki said completely distracted as Eddy folded up the table carrying it and some boxes off to a storage area somewhere. Questioning her sanity and what her brain actually considered doing for cash, she finally broke out of the cycle as she heard the heavy doors from the photo shoot room open as the last couple left.

Ready to get out of there before she did something truly stupid, Vyki grabbed her purse and Caroleta’s things and walked over to the photo room, trying to ignore the constant vibrations unsuccessfully.

Walking into the room she immediately walked to near where Sir Bill was but purposefully kept her distance with the folded coat in front of her. “Miss H said you wanted to see me, Sir Bill?” Vyki asked still afraid to break character with the other two people in the room.

Bill whipped around picking up his own things, shocked to see Paul... er Vyki standing before him so.... demurely, yet he could make a distinct flush in her face he was sure was not just makeup. “Um, ya, thanks.”

Bill went behind the throne and dug through some presents under a tree in the background. “When I heard you were filling in for Jasmine, I thought it would be an opportune time to bring by these as I wasn’t sure when I might see y'all near Christmas.”

As he spun back around, he hadn’t seen Vyki step closer to see what he was doing and smacked his arm into her dropping both of the presents. In doing so the labels under the tied ribbon fell off. “Shit!” Bill said bending over to pick them up.

“They should be fine; that shouldn’t have broken anything,” Bill says inspecting the packages. Not seeing any damages, he picks up the cards putting them where they were. Turning around while still crouching, he’s looking at the labels, “this one should be for your Da... er Lou. And this one is for yo...”

Looking up from the labels, Bill finds himself following up Vyki’s smooth tan legs before his brain locks up staring at her briefs under her flared skirt. Seeing a flat front with a distinctive split everything in his cognitive mind is screaming at him isn’t real, yet his near juvenile mind that has been teased and role-played scenario after scenario all day is screaming to get into the apparent slit hidden before him.

Wondering why Bill just stopped his explanation and wanting to get out of there, Vyki looked over her expansive cleavage and folded jacket and asks as she can only see the back of his head. “That’s nice of you, but can i see those presents?”

“Uh, ya,” Bill says feeling caught in an act he shouldn’t do, “sorry, ya, here you go.” He says trying to stand up in the large padded suit, lightly bumping into Vyki more than once.

Vyki frustratingly balanced him as he finally stood up. “Thank you, Sir, but you really shouldn’t have.”

“I know,” Bill said despondently, “but it’s been a hell of a year and with everything that’s happened in the past few months I didn’t want to loose you as a friend and as y'all seem to be getting closer, I wanted Lou to know he was welcome in the larger family and I wouldn’t want there to be friction. I respect him and I hope I earn the same from him.”

Fumbling with holding the packages on the coat, Vyki tries to talk through her surprise, “look I…”

“Don’t open them now; not quite Christmas,” Bill jokes nervously. “I didn’t sign the card. Just give him the present; don’t tell him it’s from me. If he opens it and loves it, you can take credit for it or let him know I had a part; doesn’t matter to me. If he hates or is offended, totally put the blame on me. K?”

Vyki isn’t really sure how to process this. This is the closest to the paramour and ‘buddy’ Paul had for years. He wasn’t like the trainer that had evoked and evolved feminine sensuality out of her. He wasn’t the man that had demanded her submit to his phallus and train her ass for fucking. This was a kind man who deserved gratitude, who a girl would be proud to submit to, a Dominant with a kind heart and a powerful cock, who could show a woman such pleas… ‘Dammit!’ screamed at herself before she shook her head realizing the stupid scheduled routine was halfway through it’s cycle and she hadn’t even paid attention to the vibrations.

For his part Bill just looked on seeing emotions and thoughts play behind Vyki’s eyes but not wanting to interrupt them. He was surprised when Vyki turned in an apparent huff and stomped over to the table Regina was working at and dropped the coat & presents on the table.

Vyki took a deep breath and said to herself, ‘it’s okay. It's what a girl in this position would do. Show him what he’s done.’ Turning around Vyki purposefully walked as sultry and sexy over to him. With her fake chest hanging over his fake gut and just inches between them, she leaned in and hugged tightly around his neck. Whispering in his ear, wavering just a touch holding back tears, “thank you, you big lug.” Then with a another ragged breath, she kissed the lobe of his ear before turning to face behind him.

Having never really had any physical contact with Phil other than the firm handshake, Bill was very surprised by this. Not really sure what do, he stood there in near shock.

Realizing he was unmoving, Vyki whispered to him, “you better fucking hug me back or this is going to look really fucking weird, Sir”

“Right,” Bill said remembering this is an odd role play for her quickly pulled his arms that had been dangling at his side and wrapped them around her waist in a comforting hug.

Vyki let out an exasperated sigh and whispered again, “I get its totally in character for you and I should have expected it, but could you not show the entire room my ass and put my skirt back down, Sir”

Not sure what she was talking about, Bill leaned up over her shoulder and there he saw the hem of her skirt bunched up around his sleeves at her waist. Unbeknownst to Bill, when he lifted his arms up, the velour texture of his loose sleeve essentially gripped her loose skirt and traveled along with it; he could clearly see the distinct black briefs hugging her cheeks. “Crap!” he exclaimed as he hastily brushed down her skirt, “sorry.”

She then pulled her head back back with her arms loosely on his shoulders, “it’s okay. I can’t believe I’m saying this so calmly, but I think it’s safe to say a lot of people saw my ass today.”

Bill chuckled, “Well, doesn’t a sexy good girl dress slutty to show how ready & accepting she is?”

Vyki bowed her head smirking in embarrassment as her face flushes with the realization of on point Sir Bill is even if he munges up her mantra. However, what happens next surprises her even more as she feels the hair of his fake scruffy beard tickle her face before soft lips gently kiss her forehead. Her eyes go wide for a moment feeling an ultimately caring yet softly dominate gesture, but even more so, she feels her heart racing as memories of kneeling before his video feed pleasing herself on his stand-in dildo come flooding back.

Holding back a fight between panic and lust, Vyki gently takes a step back and says, “thank you again, Sir Bill. I should probably be going.” Then darting her head around realizing she had no idea the answer, “what time is it anyway?” she asks the room with a giggle.

Looking at his smartwatch under his large sleeve, Bill answers, “it’s about 8pm.” Bill then nervously asks, “would you have time to take that by Lo... your Daddy tonight? Just think he could use it.”

“Um, sure,” Vyki said before nervously giggling, “just gotta get in bed before midnight when you show up.”

Vyki then turned to grab her purse and boxes. Looking at the coat, she had no idea how to get a hold of Caroleta to get it back to her. Noticing an empty slip of paper and pen on the table, Vyki leans over, writes a quick note, and slips it in the pocket of the note. Looking over at Gina who seems shocked and surprised again, Vyki asks her, “Gina, can you make sure these make it to the lost and found here? Hopefully they’ll come back for them.”

“Yes, absolutely, Mistress Vyki,” Regina says sliding the coat over to her.

Vyki then leans over and gives the girl a big hug around her neck, “you’re so adorable! Merry Christmas, girlie!”

“Merry Christmas, ma’am,” Regina replies before they let go.

Grabbing the boxes and purse again, she stands up. Seeing her hands full, Regina stands up and rushes for the door, “let me get the door for you, Mistress Vyki.”

Vyki giggles at her enthusiastic service, ‘some girls are just naturally made for it,’ she thinks to herself. Waving lightly with her fingers to the photographer, “Merry Christmas, Imran; it was good to meet you.”

“Merry Christmas, Vyki,” Imran says as he finishes fiddling with his camera.

As Vyki goes out the held door, she thanks Regina as she quickly heads for the car trying not to notice her pulse racing as every step drives her rod further to her lustful madness.

Letting the door close behind Vyki, Regina walks over to Imran and whispers conspiratorially to him, “tell me you got that.”

Putting the lens cap on his camera as he pops it off the stand and ejecting the battery, “check your feed.”

Regina practically runs over to her laptop and looks at the dozens of images popping up. With the widest grin he’s ever received from her, Imran is happy to see the out of character thumbs up from Regina.