A Naughty Santa Gram

by Alyssa D Mynx

  I chuckle. "Bossman, I think you know me pretty damn intimately.”

  "I do, Brat, but I want to know more than just your body. I want to know your mind, the way you tick, what makes you so afraid. I want to know you, and I want to protect and care for all of you."

  I tense up. "Not ready, Drake."

  "And that's ok. You'll share when you're ready. Just sit and relax for a little while, or we can go grab some food."

  "Food sounds good."

  By the time we get back, the timer has gone off, and it's Landon's turn. He keeps trying to steal my food, so we end up back at the buffet again.

  Ethan's turn comes around, and he just spreads his arms. I giggle and get out of Landon's lap, tossing another towel over him. Serves him right, dammit. I hope the man gets blue balls because he's given me blue ovaries, let me tell you that.

  I clamber into Ethan’s lap, careful to give him room to adjust, and settle down comfortably.

  "No shenanigans from you, mister," I warn, pointing a finger towards his face. This time, I've got my back to one of the arms of the chair, and my legs are hanging over the other side.

  "No promises, Poppet. You're too fun to not tease."

  I point two fingers at my eyes, then flick my hand around to him. "I'm watching you."

  "Mmm, good. I love seeing those beautiful brown eyes on me."

  "You think you're a real charmer, eh?" I ask with narrowed eyes.

  "I think I can be. I know I charmed you that first photo shoot."

  "Wow, cocky much?" I inquire, eyebrow raised. "I don't think your mad photo skills are as good as you think they are."

  "Oh really. Well, we will have to remedy that," he states. "Did you know, I've been looking into a new area of photography and could really use a model sometime, if you're willing. You could keep the prints."

  I stretch back, the laziness of the night making me tired. "Oh yeah?" I put my arms back down, one elbow on the chair's arm holding my head up, the other in my lap. "What kind of pictures?"

  Ethan leans up close and softly speaks into my ear, "Boudoir. I'd love to take pictures of you in some matching underwear sets, half or fully naked."

  Shivers go up my spine, and goosebumps cover my body. I swallow hard, mouth suddenly dry, while my hungry pussy is getting wet.

  "I... think that can be arranged sometime," I choke out, licking my lips and looking in my lap, both arms now crossed in front of me.

  "Hey, we don't have to." Ethan tips my chin up and must see the heat and desire in my eyes. He leans in close again, softly murmuring words to me. "Unless, of course, you really want to. Are you wet for me, my Poppet?"

  "Not one bit," I bite out, grinning.

  "Ah, I think that's a lie. You're up to four now, Poppet. Should I get Xav over here again to see if you're lying? I'm sure he wouldn't mind finishing what we started at the Christmas party."

  I moan, letting my head fall to the side into Ethan's pine scent."I don't know if that would be a good idea. Too many people around, and no table skirt to hide the action. Maybe we should talk about something else, like your other photography?" Before I spontaneously combust into a pool of need.

  “What do you want to know, Poppet?”

  “Well, I know how you got into it, but why did you want to be a photographer?”

  “It’s simple. There’s never going to be another instant just like the moment when I snap a picture. I want to capture the beauty, the ugly, the sad, and the joy in these moments before they are lost forever.”

  “That’s, wow. That’s beautiful. What do you photograph?”

  “Anything I feel like. I’ve done candids all over the world, and I’ve done posed pictures for weddings and such. I’ve been to places you can only dream of, shooting pictures of forests that no longer exist, animals that face extinction.”

  “That sounds truly amazing. I’m sure your work is beautiful.”

  “All of it is, in its own way. However, the pictures of people in extreme poverty, the ones with ribs and bones sticking out, aren’t the pictures people coo at. What people don’t know is the story behind some of those photos. Like the mother who starves herself to feed her daughter. She looks like a walking skeleton, but when she talks about her little girl, her eyes light up like a dozen brilliant suns in the sky. Or the little boy with taped shoes he’s so proud of. They aren’t what most people would consider pretty, but I see the beauty and the desperation in them.”

  We settle into silence, and I can hardly process his words. Minutes pass, and as I think about the conditions of the people around the world, and I start to tear up.

  “Poppet, why are you crying?” Ethan asks.

  “I’m not crying, I’m leaking. I have faulty tear ducts, ok?” I sniffle, rubbing a hand beneath my nose.

  “I’m sure you do. Come on, snuggle in,” Ethan offers, opening his arms wide and gesturing me in.

  I snuggle like a bug, nestling in tightly and hiding my leaking eyes.

  After a few minutes, when I’ve composed myself, Ethan goes on about where he’s been.

  “...and I’ve even been to a few active war zones. That was crazy, let me tell you. I’m not volunteering to do that one again anytime soon. I commend the men and women that serve overseas for us, and they are truly brave warriors, but it’s not for me. I’d rather hike the Amazon again, looking at spiders, and I loathe spiders.”

  “Same. Someone else has to be the ones to kill them. You can usually find me screaming on a chair. Remember that movie where the girl is playing football, and she dresses like her brother, with the big spider?”

  “Oh, hell yes, I was screaming at the damn screen and almost crying.” Ethan shudders.

  We continue to chat. Johnny has been playing on his phone while everyone else is out mingling, but the moment the timer goes off, he gets this huge, childlike grin on his face and puts it in his pocket.

  "Final-freaking-ly. Why we always have to go oldest to youngest all the time has yet to be explained to me in terms that are factual or rational. Jerks," he states, crossing his eyes at the other guys as I climb out of Ethan's lap.

  "Hey, Johnny?"

  "Yes, Love?"

  "Do you mind if we move around a little bit? Not that I don't want to sit in your lap, because I do, but my ass aches from sitting on all the boners those guys were putting out."

  "That's― that's ok with me," he stutters in agreement, popping up and moving to take my hand. "Let's go check out the garden area, maybe get a drink?"

  "Sounds good."

  We end up walking the gardens a few times, chatting about games and strategy, even talking chess and board games we each like and dislike. Johnny loves anything with strategy, like Battleship or Checkers, while I love the games of chance and strategy, like Farkle or Yahtzee. We are in the middle of a debate on the merits and pitfalls of old Atari games when his alarm goes off.

  "Damn, that was the fastest thirty minutes ever. I suppose I should give you back to Xav..." Johnny trails off.

  "Or, we could play an unbeknownst to them game of hide and seek?" I suggest, grinning from ear to ear.

  "Oh yeah, that could be fun.” He grins. “Wanna make a wager on how long it'll take them to find us? I say forty-five minutes," Johnny bets. I swear, I can see the wheels turning in his head.

  "How do you figure?"

  "Well, I had the alarms set, so fifteen minutes for them to realize we are taking too long, fifteen more minutes of waiting, then fifteen minutes to find us."

  I giggle. "Johnny, you're smart, but you're forgetting one thing."

  "No, I'm not. That's the logical answer."

  "Johnny, dear," I say, coming up to him and wrapping my arms around his neck. "You forget one thing." I unlatch one of my hands and head south. "You men all seem to switch heads when I'm around," I murmur, capturing his cock in my hand as I kiss his chin. "I'm going to give them fifteen minutes before they find us," I tease, letting go of everything and moving back.

  Johnny moves w
ith me, the dear heart, and I giggle again. "Let's go find a good spot to chill, ok? Somewhere we didn't mention, and somewhere they may not find us outside. Got any ideas?" I ask.

  Johnny shakes his head and adjusts himself before answering. "You really are trouble, you know that, Love?"

  "Oh yes, I do, and I take great pleasure in being a troublesome pain in the ass. Now, lead on, and let's find someplace to hide."

  Johnny takes me to a secluded bench on the dark side of a big old tree. We're just off the garden path, out of sight, so we will see who wins.

  "Set your timer," I instruct in a low voice, "and we will see who's the closest."

  "Done," Johnny agrees.

  We sit in silence for a few minutes before I can't take it anymore.

  "Johnny, I need something, anything, to make the time pass. Please. What games you got for me?" I beg, bored out of my mind. I look at his watch, ten minutes.

  "Well... I did hear a rumor about you loving Truth or Dare." He grins mischievously.

  "Xav, you bastard.” I playfully roll my eyes. “Ugh, yes, I do enjoy a rousing game of Truth or Dare. Why? You want to take me on? Because I usually win this game," I warn.

  "I think I'll be good competition. Bring it on, Love."

  "Fine, truth or dare?" I ask.

  "Truth."

  "Spoilsport. Ok, hmm... What got you into gaming?"

  "That's an easy one. Remember how I said we all met at that summer camp? Well, Ethan had a Game Boy color, and he'd let us play. I forget the game, but I remember I beat it in just a few nights of playing. I'd figured out the pattern and coding for it, so it was fairly easy. The rest of the guys got a little upset, but oh well. I hadn't played many games before then, but once I got started, I didn't stop, and, well, here I am today."

  "That's pretty damned cool. And this jumping grades thing... how old were you when you graduated high school?" I ask.

  "Don't laugh... I was fourteen."

  "Genius level, nice. I graduated at sixteen, just a little early. I only skipped one grade, and had some college courses under my belt too."

  SNAP.

  We both go silent as we hear low male voices coming closer.

  I have to giggle as I look at Johnny's watch. "Told you it would be closer to fifteen," I whisper, tickling him in the ribs.

  "Stop, woman, stop!" He laughs, trying to escape my fingers but failing miserably.

  I'm so focused on tickling Johnny that we both miss the footsteps and voices until I'm suddenly scooped up and thrown over someone’s shoulder.

  "Oi! Put me down, ya great lunk head!" I shout. I pause, because hell if I don't know that ass pretty damned intimately. "Dammit, Drake, let me go. You're being ridiculous."

  "And you're up to six. One for sneaking off and not switching on time, another for hiding, and, well, another for being my brat. So, seven, you're up to seven," he says, smacking my ass.

  Johnny is laughing up a storm, and not from my tickles, damn him. The guys did nothing to him.

  "Hey, Love."

  "What, Johnny?" I ask, blood rushing to my face while I contemplate playing patty cake with these hot buns of steel.

  "Truth or dare?"

  Masculine groans and chuckles surround me.

  "Really? You two were playing Truth or Dare without us? For shame," Landon chastises. "I say you're up to eight now, Sweets. And I’m very much going to enjoy those eight swats to that fine behind.”

  "Are you for real?" I exclaim. "That's just cruel. And Johnny?"

  "Yes, Love?"

  "Dare me."

  Ooohs and punching of shoulders ensues.

  "I dare you...to smack Drake’s ass."

  SMACK.

  "Done. That was eas-EEEEE," I squeal, being picked up and swung around by Drake until I'm standing in front of him, bent over, and getting my own ass smacked once.

  "Johnny! You suck!" I yell, my cheeks smarting as I'm released.

  "No, Love, you'll suck. Remember?"

  My cheeks light up like a red firework at the reminder of my promise to give him gamers head. "Noted. Now, is anybody else up for this game? I warn you," I say, putting on my announcer voice, "It could get ugly. It could get petty. It could get straight up raunchy and kinky, and there are no outs this time. Are you man enough to play the game? Or will you sit on the sidelines, benched and all alone?"

  "Poppet, please. We're in. This should make for an interesting evening."

  "Blake, truth or dare?" Ethan asks.

  "Again? Why are you picking on me? This is literally the fifth time in a row, ya jerk faces. Truth." It’s almost 11:00, and Xav and Ethan are finally back from telling everyone goodbye. Since it’s just us and the waitstaff, and I’m wearing this sexy as hell swimsuit, we decided to go for a dip.

  "Why did you want to become a Santa so bad?" Ethan asks.

  "For real? That's what you want to use your turn for? I mean, it's your choice on who and what to ask, but if I were you, I'd pick something from someone less boring," I suggest, treading water in the deep end as the guys do flips and dives.

  "That's what I pick. Now fess up or face the consequences."

  "Fine,” I groan. “Basically, and I'm only saying this once, boys, so you'd better listen if you want to know why I ended up here; my ex is a douche. He up and fired me and broke our engagement on the same day for some bimbo. If that wasn’t bad enough, he forced me out of our apartment, and I ended up in my best friend's closet. I was angry at men, so here I am. I applied because I knew my name was misleading, so I'd have an in, and things just took flight from there."

  "How the hell did you let her have the job, Drake?" Xav barks out at him.

  "Oooh! Me, me! Let me answer that, please, Drakey-poo?" I beg, fluttering my eyelashes.

  He snorts and just waves his hand at me as he takes a running start into a front flip dive thingy. Hell if I know the terms. I just know I can't do those things, so fuck you water, fuck you.

  "You guys really want to know what convinced Mr. Hardass over here to let me in the boys club?" Head nods all around while Drake comes popping up. I swim over to the edge of the pool next to where Johnny is sitting with his feet in the water.

  "Then listen closely. Are you ready?" The guys move in closer.

  "Tits and a great ass," I cackle, laughing at their faces when they all glance away to Drake.

  "Seriously, Drake?" Landon calls out.

  "No, it was more the sexy little spitfire with a great ass. Even if you'd had the best rack and ass in the world, you wouldn't have been hired if you were boring, trust me," Drake says, coming closer and touching me as he blocks me in between his arm and Johnny's legs. "You are a brat, you know that?" he asks, one hand resting on the wall, the other under the water. It's been almost five hours since I got here, so it's dark out now, and I can't see where his hand is roaming off to.

  "You remind me every single day, Mr. Daniels."

  "Good, Ms. Jameson," he replies as I feel his hand lightly touch my bare stomach.

  I inhale sharply, and Drake moves back with the other guys.

  "Now, I do believe it's my turn. Johnny, truth or dare," Drake asks.

  "Finally, thought you guys would never quit targeting me," I glower.

  "Dare."

  Drake shoots a hot look at me. "I dare you to hold onto Blake's wrists and not let go."

  Johnny moves over, tugging me between his legs as the rest of the guys move in closer.

  "Now, Blake," Drake states, turning his attention to me, "your safeword through this is 'red.' You say red, we stop, you go home. If you need us to slow down, say 'yellow.' We pause, and then when you're ready, just say 'green.' Got it?"

  I gulp, mouth going dry and heart rate picking up. Things just kicked up ten notches real quick. Ah, fuck it. I nod my head as I lift my arms out of the water. Johnny takes my wrists and moves further into the pool, settling himself behind me. A small flash of hands holding me hits me, and my heart beat stutters, but I push the fear back, reminding
myself this is sweet, sweet Johnny. That I’m ok. Johnny would never hurt a fly, much less me.

  "Blake, Love, we need to hear your agreement. Do you understand?" Johnny asks.

  I swallow, then reply, "Yes. I understand."

  We're still in the deep end of the pool, and thank God everyone has left minus the few waitstaff cleaning up the food.

  "James, Dianna," Drake calls, "as soon as the food is inside, you're dismissed for the evening."

  "Yes, sir," they respond respectfully.

  "Now, Brat, make sure you're just as respectful,” Drake reminds me. "You can always get more spankings added to your count."

  "Yes, sir," I say in a whispered breath.

  "Sweetness, I know you've had two of us before," Landon starts.

  "But have you ever had five?" Ethan finishes.

  I whimper, the walls of my vagina clenching, and my nipples hardening into tight peaks. My breathing starts to stutter, and I whisper out, "No. But I think I'd like to."

  "Are you sure, Firecracker? We've shared before, but it's never worked out. It takes someone special to stick with us."

  "Mmm, I'm sure," I reply, aching for them to come close and touch me.

  Landon, my voyeur, stays behind, but the other three approach me. A flash of three large figures coming at me in darkness crosses my mind, and before I can think about it, I’m practically yelling, “Yellow!”

  All three pause as I start to whimper and pull at my arms. Immediately, Johnny drops them, and I swim away, gasping as I move to the shallow end. I take deep breaths and hear the water moving as someone comes closer.

  “Blake? What’s wrong? Why the yellow?” Johnny asks.

  “I… I need you guys to never come at me three at a time.”

  “What? Why… Umm, it’s ok, Love. We won’t. Why don’t you take a breather and when you’re ready, you come back and get back in position and tell me green, ok?”

  I nod my head, taking deep breaths and regaining my calm. Memories and flashbacks are still hitting me. Twenty deep breaths later, I swim towards the guys. They’re all in a huddle in the middle depths until they see me, then Johnny moves back to sitting on the edge of the pool. I slowly move between his legs, facing him, and just rest there, taking a breather. Johnny starts to play with my hair, and I relax into him again.