“You ready to do this?” he asked through clenched teeth.

With my hand tightly gripping the root of his throbbing shaft, I stepped from the elevator. Without many options to do otherwise, he, of course, followed closely. With wide eyes and wearing a cheesy grin, Kaci was one step behind him.

Sloshing wine as I took backward steps, I led him away from the elevator. Standing in a corridor that resembled the one we’d just left, I took a cautionary glance over each shoulder.

The glass doors that led to the adjoining space were closed, and the office beyond them was dark and unoccupied. Short of a decorative table and a picture placed opposite the elevators – and the three of us – the foyer was empty.

It was definitely not a prime place – or situation – for sex. Nonetheless, I released his cock and put my hands against my hips.

“Ready?” I asked, taking a quick glance at his twitching dick. “I am if you are.”

My response no more than passed my lips, and he grabbed my shoulders and spun me halfway around. Now facing Kaci, I stared at her in wonder. Santa’s hand pressed against the middle of my upper back, forcing me to bend over.

He flipped my dress over my waist. As I stood in front of him bare-assed and confused, his boot kicked against the inside edge of each of my heels, forcing me to widen my stance.

“Spread those legs, or this might hurt,” he said.

Still clenching half a glass of wine in one hand, and now facing Kaci, I searched her face for answers, affirmation that I’d made a good decision, anything…

Before she could provide any means of reassurance, the sound of Dick’s voice thundered through the silence.

“Hold her shoulders,” he growled.

Kaci eyes shot to him.

“Grab her shoulders,” he demanded. “Keep her from falling over.”

Kaci met my gaze. She offered an apologetic widening of her eyes and a shoulder shrug. Quite certain that my bold mouth got me into some serious trouble, I watched as she set her purse and wine on the floor in front of me.

Obviously interested in participating in the awkward three-way, she slipped my purse’s strap over my arm, and then gripped my shoulders firmly.

“Okay,” she said cheerily. “I’ve got her.”

He wedged his hand between my upper thighs.

I spread my feet a little further apart.

Then, without warning, he forced a finger inside me. It felt divine. My eyes fell closed.

He added another, causing me to suck an uneven breath.

My drunken decision making had placed me in some odd sexual situations in the past. Once, I fucked a stranger in the back seat of a taxi. Then, there was the time in college when I let one of Kappa Sig’s finest add a fraternity brother to the mix, and fucked them both until the rising sun brought me to my senses.

Being fucked in a public hallway in the same building as my company’s Christmas party – while a subordinate employee steadied my shoulders – however, would undoubtedly take the prize for being the most awkward sexual situation of my life.

Convinced if my eyes were cinched closed that what was happening wasn’t actually happening, I held them shut.

His fingers worked in and out of my wetness with ease. Grateful that he had oversized digits – and fearing what was next – I let my drunken mind drift away while I focused on the frantic finger-fucking he was giving me.

After an intense session of finger-sex, he began to mumble and shift around. Before I could agree, object, or even open my eyes in wonder, his fingers slid free of my confines. Then, the pressure of his massive cock being forced into me caused my eyes to shoot open.

I looked up. Kaci’s gaze met mine. Her mouth was twisted into an awkward grin.

“He’s huge,” she whispered.

He pushed a few more inches of his thickness into me, all but bringing me to a premature climax in the process.

“I’m…well…aware,” I grunted.

After shoving what seemed like a mile of dick into me, he paused.

Instead of wallowing in the weirdness of being fucked while Kaci steadied me from falling, I decided to embrace it.

Satisfied that I had more cock inside my vaginal canal than I ever had in the past – or would in the future – I drew a preparatory breath, glanced over my right shoulder, and prepared for his reaction to what I was about to say.

“Are you going to stand there with your thumb in your ass, or are you going to fuck me?” I asked.

It was all the invitation he needed.

He chuckled a dry laugh and shook the red felt coat from his shoulders. As it fell in a pile behind him, he reached for my hips. The tips of his tattooed fingers sank deep into my flesh.

Then, he commenced to fuck me like a drunken tattooed Santa should.

I met Kaci’s innocent gaze with a bug-eyed stare.

“Show. Me. Your. Tits,” I breathed, spitting out one word with each stroke of his massive cock.

My request could have been a grave mistake. With me being her boss, and she my subordinate, a lawsuit could have followed. Before I could retract my request – or apologize – she plopped one of her tanned tits from the cleavage of her dress.

As Santa pounded himself into me from behind, Kaci steadied me. The force of him fucking me shook her, and in turn, caused her massive twenty-four-year-old tit to sway back and forth. I watched in wonder as the flesh jiggled in her hand.

According to the countless men who’d fondled them, I had incredible tits. Kaci was ten years younger than me, but my tits – even at twenty-four – couldn’t have held a candle to hers. They were a full D-cup, tan, and perfectly shaped. I’d never been with another girl, and wasn’t sure I was interested in crossing that bridge, but seeing her rolling her nipple between her thumb and forefinger was turning me on like nothing I could imagine.

I decided to take it a step further. If nothing else, I could blame my actions on the alcohol we’d consumed.

“Finger yourself,” I whispered.

A worried look washed over her, but it didn’t last long. We gazed at each other for a silent moment, and then she released me.

I braced my hands against my knees and watched as she peeled off her skin-tight black dress. Unlike me, she looked much better naked than clothed. Seeing her thick hips, narrow waist, and full breasts would be a sensual pleasure for anyone. With her eyes locked on mine, she pushed her panties down her thighs, slowly. I watched in awe as she unclasped her bra and tossed it into the pile of clothes at her side.

Now standing before me completely naked, she twisted her hips back and forth nervously. She was in sexual agony, that much was clear. While I considered the what-if’s and why-not’s of being with another woman, Santa pulled his thick shaft from my folds, turned me to face him, and then barked out his next Christmas party command.

“Bend over and open your mouth,” he said, his tone demanding, yet calm.

I preferred getting on my knees to suck a man’s dick, and couldn’t think of one reason I’d want to go about it in such and awkward fashion. Before I could offer an alternate dick-sucking position, he shifted his eyes beyond me and gave further instructions to Kaci.

“Hey, Blondie,” he said. “You’re going to suck her pussy while she’s sucking my cock."

“Okay,” I heard her squeak.

Well, there’s a first time for everything.