The hostess is busy

You hurry to find painkillers for Noemi. You honestly didn’t expect to get pussy this easily even here and feel kinda great about your chances to get more. The thing that is bothering you is how adamantly she seemed to want to fuck you back. You are really not that into shit like that, you’ve tried it once and it hurt like a motherfucker. Kicked the guy out and cried in bed for like two days, but that was a while ago.

You run around and then realize better to just go ask the hostess herself. So you head to the western wing and see that people are toasting so you hurry to get a glass and raise it awkwardly. “Oh, ok. That’s almost everyone… has anyone seen Noemi?” Penelope asks. You can’t quite see her past everyone but recognize her soothing calm voice. “I think I saw her go in the pool area.” Someone says and you feel like you should say something.

“I know where she is. She just… needs painkillers. Having a headache.” You say and everyone looks at you - goddammit. Then you see her. The host is wearing a Christmas themed apron, a Christmas cap and nothing else. You can see her side boob pushing out and can’t help but stare. “Oh, that’s not good. Ok, well… we can go check up on her shortly. Now, erm…” She clears her throat and everyone shuts up. “Welcome all to my christmas party! So good to see almost everyone here! As you may have heard, I invited a bunch of intersex people from school, so I hope we can all get along and learn about each other, alright? I’m at least super excited to meet all of you. And I just hope such a happy, warm and cuddly, merry christmas for you all. Grouphug!” She and many of the girls rush to do a group hug and you join in after them. It’s kinda cringey, but you would feel bad being the only one not joining in.

“Mari, Mari!” Penelope calls out for you as everyone disperses so you let people pass you and then you are suddenly standing before her and your eyes go down her body and it might be the best thing you’ve seen. Everything is tight and the apron itself is quite pretty. “W-what’s that costume..?” You manage to ask and she poses for you which makes you get hard instantly: “Mrs. Claus of course. Are you staring? Ok, that’s pretty funny.” She smiles warmly and you shake it off and try to keep your head straight: “Why is it funny though? You are just so damn good looking in that.” You say plainly and she gets close to you and pulls your top to fix it - apparently you pulled it on kinda in a hurry. She buttons you up and sighs:

“Because I think you look better. But whatever. Painkillers, was it?” You blush and just nod and follow her absolutely staring the whole way - girl is only wearing an apron and a thong, what is a dickgirl to do?