Chapter 3

Colton

The music was bumping in the main floor of the club, but when I entered the private room and closed the door behind me, things quieted down enough to hear the voices of the women I was meeting. There were two of them, young and petite, giggling behind their hands as I gave them a nod in greeting.

The shorter one with the pixie cut introduced herself as Lacie, then launched into a slew of requests. She thrust a small Santa hat and beard in my direction, informing me the performance tonight would be Christmas-themed. I'd already anticipated a possible holiday theme and had packed my own Santa hat and tight red thong in my bag. When I tried to put their Santa hat on my head to check the fit, the ladies started laughing.

"No," the red-head named Katherine said, pointing a long-nailed finger at my crotch. "The hat goes there."

"Gotcha," I said, already annoyed but acting the part of a professional. "Where can I get set up?" The room had a couple of couches, and a ring of folding chairs where presumably the guests would sit. There was also a table that featured a cake and some bottles of liquor and mixers.

Lacie jerked her thumb over her shoulder. "There's a bathroom back there. But before you change, we want to discuss your performance."

Here it comes, I thought. What fiendish perversions do these two little ladies have in mind? Looking them up and down, I thought it wouldn't be a hardship providing a few "extra perks." They were attractive girls with fit bodies, even if they were younger than I preferred.

"We want full nude," Katherine blurted out, then giggled again.

Lacie nodded her head. "Full nude lap dances for all the ladies."

I nodded. "That will add $250 to the tab. Kissing and touching cost more also."

Lacie shrugged. "Fine. We're also willing to offer you a $500 bonus if you can get one of the partygoers to agree to a private show."

Katherine laughed. "Yeah. With penetration."

I cocked an eyebrow at the girls. "Any of the partygoers, or a particular one?" I thought for a moment that the girls might have a grudge against the bride and were trying to fuck up her wedding. If that was the case, the bonus wasn't worth the guilt.

"A particular one. We'll point her out."

"Okay. I'll consider it." I refused to do anything I was uncomfortable with, so I was adopting a wait-and-see attitude.

"One last thing." Lacie picked up a roll of wrapping paper and some tape, then passed it over to me. "Wrap your package. We want the bride to unwrap you."

I took what she offered, mentally calculating the risk of the tape sticking to anything it shouldn't. I kept everything manscaped, so I wasn't too worried, but a stray hair here or there could be murder when in contact with tape.

The door opened, and a couple of women entered, talking loudly, already obviously having sampled some drinks. Lacie went to meet them while Katherine pointed to the bathroom. "Go get ready. We'll come get you when it's time. You're supposed to be a surprise, so stay out of sight."
I was used to those instructions, and they'd almost stopped bothering me. Almost. I grabbed my things, fumbling the paper but catching it before it dropped, then headed for the bathroom.

It didn't take too long to get the Santa cap fastened over my junk. I decided to put on the other hat I'd brought as well as the beard. Then it was time to get wrapping. I'd never considered the difficulty of wrapping myself up like a present. It was harder than it looked, especially by myself. Finally, I settled on just wrapping it straight around my hips, figuring the effect was more important than the details of the execution.

Then I stood there for almost an hour, waiting for my performance. This was the part of the gig that always sucked. Right behind the door I could hear the guests arriving. There was laughter and loud talking. I could imagine the drinks flowing and the conversations. But I was stuck here, by myself, waiting to be included with the rest of the party.

Finally, I heard music start to play. It was a techno rendition of Jingle Bells. At least it had a beat. The door opened, Katherine not even having bothered to knock. She looked me up and down and licked her lips. There was a drunken sparkle in her eye. I knew I could get her into bed tonight, if I was so inclined.

I headed out of the bathroom and scanned the party. I immediately determined which one was the bride, thanks to the sash and crown of penises. Zeroing in on her, I thrust my way forward, swiveling my hips to attract the bride's attention.

She was attractive, with light brown hair in two short braids. Her eyes were slightly glassy, the drink in her hand almost empty. Placing my hands behind my head, I pulsated my ab muscles, and her mouth dropped open. I definitely had her attention now.

I straddled her leg and rippled my torso, flexing and tightening to accentuate my musculature. "I've got a package for you," I said, indicating the wrapping paper taped around me. "Want to unwrap me?"

"Hell yes!" the bride replied, then ripped the paper off in one hasty motion. Many of the women in the circle of chairs screamed in delight as the little Santa hat was exposed. It was fastened around my junk by a thin piece of elastic around my hips, leaving my ass exposed.

I felt another girl's hand there, cupping my ass cheek, and pasted on a smile, mentally making a note to charge the women extra. "It's what I always wanted!" the bride cooed. I smiled down at her, and she rubbed her hands up my torso to my chest. Flexing my hard muscles under her hands made her giggle fiendishly.

Pulling away from the bride, I began working my way around the circle. The women were feisty, reminding me of sharks circling their prey. They weren't shy about clutching me, trying to get beneath my Santa hat, but I wasn't ready to reveal that yet. I skirted away from them when they got too close, which finally led me to her.

I froze for a second when I saw her, sitting there looking a little lost. It was the gorgeous girl from the restaurant yesterday afternoon, the one who'd plowed through me without a backward glance. I moved forward, switching from the gyrating I'd been doing before to something slower and more seductive.

I no longer cared about the thirsty bitches around us. The only two people who existed were me and this vision of loveliness who wouldn't give me the time of day. Her eyes shot up to meet mine, but I could tell she didn't recognize me, the Santa beard and hat hiding most of my features.

That suited me fine. She didn't need to remember my day job. It was time to enchant her with what I could do when night came. I drew close, flashing my pearly whites. Instead of drawing me closer, which was the reaction I expected, she blushed and pulled away.

Deciding to turn things up a notch, I started grinding on her lap, giving her a little flash of what was hidden behind the miniature Santa hat. I was proud of my body, especially my cock, and thoughts of her already had it on the way to engorged.

I hoped for some kind of reaction, but not the one I got. A look of mortification crossed her face, and instead of her eyes filling with desire, she shot me a heated glare. Princess obviously didn't like what I had to offer.

Lacie appeared behind her and started pointing at the angry girl, then giving me an over-the-top wink. So this was the woman I was supposed to seduce, not the all-too-willing bride. Interesting.

Well, I did like a challenge, and it was clear she would present one. And the extra money would just be icing on the cake for getting to lay this beautiful piece of work. I began to piece things together in my head. It looked like Lacie and Katherine had a plot to make the uptight princess loosen up, and I was apparently the vehicle they'd chosen.

Her green eyes were intense, and not just because they were shooting hate rays in my direction. Her skin was flawless, the red flush of embarrassment somehow serving to make her even more adorable. Her body was long and lean, with enough curves to make me start to drool.

Okay, I decided. I'll accept that challenge. Time to make Princess want me.

And after I'd fucked the stuck-up bitch who hadn't even offered me an apology after crashing into me, I'd be laughing all the way to the bank.