Singing Dirty Christmas Carols by theWriterInTheNude The new boss most keep up a tradition with a stripper. Corrina—The end of the Christmas party "On the last night of Cocks-mas, our boss gave to us," the women in the office sang in unison as the masked stripper pulled Corrina's sheer black panties down her legs. He'd been teasing her clit through the gauzy material since the naughty rendition began. Everyone could see her intense arousal reflected as honey on her thighs. "Twelve men stripping." They continued after a brief break to cheer. The man looked fantastic. The yeti mask he was wearing had a permanent, friendly smile. It paired well with the festive Santa hat atop his head. The guy was chiseled from tanned stone with drops of perspiration dappling his skin and highlighting his muscular form. "An eleven-inch cock!" The women whooped as the stripper dropped his scant piece of remaining modesty. The red velvety trunks with furry white rings around the legs and a thick black belt kept the winter theme. Despite being massive, the man's cock was not eleven inches. The song needed to follow a skeleton structure. The stripper's cock looked good. It was as tanned as the rest of the hunky man, which wasn't easy in the winter months. He was long and thick, with a slight upward curve. The angry head was a deep red. Corrina had to reach out and explore it with a few tugs. This'll work. This was Corrina's first time staying for the entire Christmas party. In years past, her mother was the owner and manager of the company. Corrina always ducked out of the festivities when the ladies began their yearly rendition of the Twelve Days of Cocks-mas. She didn't need to be there when her mother got stripped and then fucked in front of the entire office. Her mother had never been married, so annual sex with a stripper wasn't nearly as big of a deal as it was to Corrina. However, Corrina's husband understood the convention, so this wasn't cheating. She planned on breaking the tradition but couldn't do it the first year when Corrina had just taken over the office. Her mother remained the owner, yet it was difficult to be hands-on from Bermuda. Janette was still salty about losing out to Corrina in the bid to take over the office after Corrina's mother. An office mutiny could be a genuine threat to her power if Corrina didn't play things right. Janette wouldn't have had a problem with the requirements of the end of the annual holiday party. She had become quite promiscuous since her divorce. The ladies mocked Corrina for sneaking out during the best part of the party, as they saw it. Corrina preferred to keep her identity as the old boss's daughter a secret. Getting her looks and red hair from her father meant that there was minimal familial resemblance between Corrina and her mother. Spending the school year with her dad and only the summers here helped conceal her ties. "Ten sex acts!" The woman continued to clap as the stripper coated his straining cock in lube. That added slickness would be unnecessary as Corrina's pussy was dripping natural lube. The office, thinking she was a prude, was a slight problem for Corrina, so she would do something her mother never had at the party. Before proceeding, she confirmed the stripper was clean. His enormous penis pointed at her body with a straining red head drooling precum. He was as eager as Corrina felt. "Nine ladies dancing!" The only line in common with the traditional Christmas carol belted out. Corrina leaned up and ran her hands over the man's taut chest. Another woman would be bestowed the privilege of being the end of the night entertainment next year. She couldn't do that the first year if she wanted to keep the office happy. The charade had a one-time effectiveness. If she only mated with the same stripper yearly, it would be undeniable. He may wear a mask but his cock was distinctive. "Eight women sucking!" Numerous ladies participated in oral sex at the celebration. Corrina wasn't the sole naked woman at the party. Other women were playing together or blowing some of the other strippers. It was a challenge each year to see who could make the strippers spill during the party. Corrina had taken part in that fun before, but only when her mother disappeared to prepare for her portion of the festivities. She made sure to make a stripper cum before she left though as it was a point of pride for the ladies. "Seven cocks a stroking!" The ladies found it difficult to make the song work. Some words got extra syllables, while others ended up hurried to make it work with the instrumentals playing over speakers in the glass-encased meeting room. Corrina disconnected all the conference cameras and equipment earlier in the day. She had double-checked again before the song started. She could see Janette using a little blackmail to secure her position. "Six guys getting laid!" Corrina felt that the number would be higher than six in the fifty women who made up the core women's group at the corporation. The guys had their own holiday celebration, and she didn't need any further knowledge about it. She trusted her CIO to keep it from spiraling out of control. "Five Golden cock rings!" An extra word stuck out more in that line than perhaps anywhere else, but the slightly rushed word still worked with the inebriated ladies. The stripper had an elastic band that circled his shaft and wrapped around his testicles. It was gold colored, but the material was flexible instead of metallic. Corrina pushed her male partner onto the solid wood of the table. She didn't know if her mother had been passive about this ritual, but she wasn't. "Four cumming girls!" There had already been far over four orgasms from the strippers performing oral on the ladies. Corrina straddled the man, who had a complete face covering. Others looked more like holiday-themed superheroes with red and green masks around their eyes. "Three French kisses!" The mask's immobility meant no kissing for Corrina. She was cautious of the strippers' ability to observe, but no leaks had ever been reported. Though it was how Corrina's mother met her father. Their two-year-long relationship was her mother's most prolonged, and the year her mother was pregnant was the only one that her mother deferred the honor of the party to another. Her father worked as a stripper for all of one party. It was supposed to have been a one-time burst of income to help pay for his last semester of grad school. Corrina would worry about having sex where her parents met, but that was at the previous headquarters, not the new campus. "Two big tits!" Corrina looked over at her reflection on the conference equipment. Her two big tits looked incredible as she perched just above her well-endowed mate for the evening. Hers were real and came from her father's side of the family. Her mother's set was fake. Corrina reached down to point the curved cock toward her waxed pussy. She aimed to leave an impression while being on display. Corrina's breast and round bottom that acted as a counterbalance were the only things about her that were not petite. She typically stood at just over five feet. Her ludicrous heels were giving her a big assist tonight, but, even with the boost, she was almost a foot shorter than the stripper. As soon as the drunken revelers sang the following line, Corrina would ride this massive cock as several dozen of her employees watched. It would fulfill a fantasy that had always prickled in Corrina's mind. She nearly indulged in college a dozen years ago with her now husband at a party, but a fight broke out on the other side of the building as she was dry-humping her man. They never got another opportunity. "And hard cock in a wet pussy!" rang out the last line of the song. Corrina didn't wait even a heartbeat after the final exclamation mark before she dropped her bulk onto the stripper. She was so wet that he slid perfectly into her pussy. "Oh, fuck!" ripped from Corrina's lips as the stripper's bare cock filled her completely. It wasn't just the sublime stretch or frenetic friction that made her swear. The man's perfect curve found the most sensitive spot on her vaginal walls, like it was designed for that purpose. Sex without a condom was a new sensation that Corrina had only started indulging in recently. She and her husband, Jayden, had been too cautious since they got together a decade and a half ago. Corrina was on birth control, but they still used a layer of latex when they made love. That changed a few months ago, after the last hurdle that Jayden and Corrina had agreed to before starting a family had been overcome. They were working day and night toward conceiving. Corrina didn't expect the significant change in sex without a condom. Guys always said it felt so much better without protection, which she thought made sense as pussy surrounded their members. The first time they tried, it was a revelation and now Corrina was addicted. Having sex without treating herself seemed counterproductive. It was like playing her favorite song through a stereo instead of a phone speaker. It was still her beloved tune, only kicked up several notches. She knew Jayden felt the same with the added enthusiasm of his strokes. Corrina was taking a risk as she asserted her dominance in the office by doing something that her mother never had. She and Jayden had been trying to get pregnant for months and it hadn't happened yet. Corrina still wasn't on birth control, so it was possible that sex with the stripper could lead to the conception, but the stripper was supposed to pull out before he came. Flocking the boss's breasts was how this party always finished. The stripper was going to ejaculate on her tits to conclude the performance. Corrina had to have several interesting conversations with her mother about this party. "Grr." The stripper emitted a pleasurable growl from beneath his mask as Corrina started to rise and fall on his ample endowment. "Shh. The stripper that gets the honor doesn't talk." Corrina put a finger to her lips to enforce another rule. A pair of ruby red heels with sequined green bows were all that was going to be on her body until after the fun. Her legs fluttered open and closed in time with her accelerating dips on the stripper. Every gaze in the office was fixed on Corrina. The glass wall to the conference room from the clear concept office was open. The glass doors stacked against each other like the thick, darkly stained oak table was a stage. Strippers and the women that spearheaded growth at the company were watching as Corrina had sex. Given this one chance, she put on an incredible performance. The stripper's beefy hands enshrouded her hips and kept her steady as she bounced. The room started their next raunchy carol. "Fuck that, fuck that, f—uh uck that cock!" The room enthusiastically sang the next raunchy carol to the tune of Jingle Bell Rock. They could easily trade out that cock and our boss to make the song fit with the current action. In fifty years, the crowd developed a variety of twisted carols that would ring out throughout the show. "Oh! Unh!" Corrina did her best to put on the show the crowd expected. She kept her back straight as she rode. Her big breasts would be sore tomorrow as they shook and shuttered on every quickened hop. The image in the reflective screen across the room was incredible as Corrina tangled her fingers in her bright red hair as it cascaded to her midback. The yeti's massive cock looked like it was going to tear her apart as Corrina's pussy stretched to accommodate its enormous invader. Every fevered hop felt incredible. Corrina was so full, but her need to orgasm wasn't rising yet. She was more turned on than ever, but it felt like super-heated water that hadn't started to boil as there were no impurities to allow bubbles to form. One hand explored her breasts as the other found her clit as she searched to add intensity to the building orgasm. It was paradoxical to be so turned on but be unable to cum yet. The cock, the show, the screaming women, and even the butchered Christmas songs were providing additional fuel for her fire, but the climax was eluding her. "Fuck the stripper with your pussy!" rang out ebulliently between claps. This song was to the tune of Deck the Halls. Around the vast space, some of the women struggled to sing along. A few of them were too busy sucking cocks from the troop of strippers that were still dancing about the room. A few of the dancers had already cum but returned after time to recharge. Other women were getting their pussies attended to by either strippers or other women. Only Corrina would have sex with a stripper in front of the crowd. Anyone else that wanted to indulge would have to use one of the offices or other conference rooms. In the front row, Janette's eyes were affixed to Corrina even as a Latin stripper was removing the woman's sweater. Janette was a decade older than Corrina, but in fantastic shape. She made liberal use of the on-campus fitness center as did Corrina. Using the perks of the job only seemed right after working so hard to build the company. "Yes!" Corrina screamed as a burst of pleasure overcame her. It wasn't the climax she was seeking, but she still needed to annunciate the skill of her mate for the evening. His hips were coming up to meet her every bounce, driving his meaty cock deeper into her. Corrina wondered if everyone could hear how indecently wet, she sounded as her vagina dripped more nectar. Janette was suddenly topless as she wasn't fighting against the ambitions of her male companion that found the clasp of her bra. Unlike the rest of her body, her breasts had artificial help to gain their added perkiness. The size, however, was all natural. The woman had nursed a trio of babies before getting augmented. Her tits were quite fetching. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Corrina yelled above the audience's loud carol, she was incredibly close and rode higher to push her over the edge. Her hand rapidly circled her clit. "Stripper balls, Stripper balls, it's Cocks-mas time in the office!" was not Corrina's favorite of the songs that had been converted, but it sounded closer to Silver Bells, that it was parodying than a cadre of other tunes. The pace of the song, however, wasn't right for the metronomic clapping of Corrina and the yeti's bodies. The highlighting of the least enticing part of the strippers' anatomy also didn't help. Faster, Corrina circled her clit. She was digging the new smoothness around her crotch. She had always kept a shock of red hair at the top of her womanhood but was informed by her mother that she needed to wax before the party. There were certain maladies that could be shared with a stripper even if they both wore protection. Waxing helped assuage one of those risks. Corrina and Jayden's latest trip to the Bahamas had included a number of awkward conversations about what was expected of Corrina at the party. "OOOHHHHH!" Corrina bellowed as her body finally let loose. She fell forward as a powerful orgasm ran a circuit around her body. The yeti held her tight as her legs shook and her whole body quaked. She pointed her face toward the crowd as she screamed incoherent curses toward nothing in particular. The stripper's hips didn't stop pressing his massive cock into her waiting pussy as she shouted and sputtered through an epic climax. Cumming in front of a cheering audience was incredible. Reds, oranges, and pinks wheeled through her vision like hot wax in a lava lamp. Her vagina crushed down repeatedly on the penis deep inside her as more bliss radiated from her womanhood. "Fuck, yes!" Corrina cheered as the climax let go of her. Janette had moved from her seat in the front row while she had her eyes closed. Is she plotting something? Corrina wondered briefly as the crowd clapped and hooted. "My, my, my. It appears our fearless leader has a secret." Janette's voice startled Corrina from behind her. Corrina had a number of secrets that the woman could be referring to, but she kept her mouth shut while her work nemesis revealed her findings. She wasn't going to confess to anything. Does she know? Corrina wondered as she met Janette's eyes. She wasn't going to flinch from any challenge, but she didn't need the charade to be uncovered in front of the crowd. "Why don't you two try a new position so the crowd can see your festive jewelry?" Janette said with an evil laugh at the end. "Good idea." Corrina stood as the yeti's cock fell from her. She hopped from the table and then leaned over it with her booty facing the crowd. Even as raucous as tonight was, Corrina firmly upheld her ultimate taboo of not allowing anyone other than Jayden to see her asshole. Her pussy was fine to be shared, as well as being pounded by a stripper's cock, but she didn't want anyone to see her pucker. The butt plug also making her feel full in ways that helped her reach incredible heights. Corrina often employed one in her love life. She was curious about anal sex, but Jayden was far too big for it. They had tried just once with an entire bottle of lube. It hurt instead of feeling good, and her husband had no desire to injure Corrina. This evening's choice of butt plug went with the festive theme. It was smooth, green, and metallic with a faceted ruby colored jewel at the end. There was an audible gasp as Corrina draped across the table and all the ladies got a look. "Look at our leader. Is she not proving herself just as slutty as our previous boss?" Janette slid around the table to hype the crowd. How is this a power play? Corrina tried to decipher motivation from the tall woman, who was her mother's second in command for years. Nepotism played no role in Corrina's ascension to the helm of the thriving business. Her mother was harder on her than anyone else, but Janette needed to know nothing about her parentage. The woman might use the information to wrestle control away from her. Corrina expanded the company's reach to the national level by spending too much time on the road away from Jayden. Janette had a decade of seniority on Corrina, but she hadn't made the same impact on the company that Corrina had in a mere decade. Her mother clarified that Corrina would have to do far more to climb the ladder at her company, though those talks were always in private, as the woman didn't want anyone to know who her daughter was. "It must be some phenomenal pussy, though. Look at how our yeti drips to return." Janette pointed out the precum drooling from the stripper's massive cock. The man was standing to the side of Corrina so the crowd could get a view of her womanhood as it dripped nectar in anticipation of his return. "Why not start one more song to help them get back into rhythm?" The next Christmas song wasn't Corrina's favorite. It seemed to get entirely too much playtime in stores since Halloween. She remembered learning the dark secret of in-store music when she worked retail during college and had an overnight putting up Christmas decorations. The switch over to holiday music didn't happen when the store opened in the morning, but at midnight on Halloween. Logically, it made since that the changing of the calendar day brought new tunes, but it felt designed to torture the poor associates working an overnight. "All our boss wants for Christmas is cock!" The crowd yelled the changed line to All I Want for Christmas with gusto. Corrina swayed her hips in time with their singing. "What do you say, Yeti Claus? Does our boss need your cock?" Janette asked in a low, sultry, pouty tone anyone other than the Stripper and Corrina couldn't hear above the singing. Her hand gave Corrina's round, naked ass a smack. Corrina looked over at the reflection again to see the stripper's enthusiastic nod. "Corrina, why don't you put your leg up here? Unless you're not flexible enough." Janette challenged with a smirk. Corrina obediently obeyed the request, opening her stance up even further as the crowd merrily sang, clapped, and cheered. The stripper wasted no time grabbing Corrina's hips and ramming his enormous cock back into her pussy. "OH!" Corrina roared. The curve had a better impact in other positions, but this found fresh places to provide the intoxicating stretch and friction she cravenly desired. "Is our new boss's pussy tight?" Janette questioned. This time it was loud and theatrical. Corrina was still ascribing sinister motivation to the woman. The wool poof at the end of the yeti's Santa hat danced as the stripper nodded. He'd remembered that they forbade him to speak. That particular rule that was passed down from her mother made tonight easier. "Good, I brought her a treat so we can make sure that our boss is a quivering mess after you make her cum again." Janette's voice was lower. The woman stepped away for a moment. Corrina couldn't see where she had gone to as the stripper fervently fucked her. This conference room would have a different feel to it when Corrina made her first call of the new year to several retailers in a few weeks. How did my mother do this and not think about what she had done? She questioned internally as she pushed back against every thrust. "This was always the old boss's favorite." Janette stepped back into view, holding a magic wand type of gigantic vibrator. I hope that's not the same one that mom used last year. Corrina hid her disgust. She couldn't very well act prissy about it now. "Though I upgraded since last year. It no longer needs to be plugged in." Janette unconsciously alleviated the unspoken concern. "Hold this while you fuck her, yeti stripper." The woman turned on the vibrator and held it to the crest of Corrina's womanhood. "Don't worry, it has a big battery." "Fffff...Fuck!" Corrina whined as the sensation gripped her. The stripper kept up the pressure as Janette relinquished the jumbo-sized toy. It was far more intense than the type that Corrina enjoyed, but with her body positively revved by the crowd and the naughtiness of the night, it felt amazing. What is she playing at? Only momentarily popped to the fore when pleasure yanked it back beneath the churning waves of desire. "Excellent. You two have fun." Janette pranced away with another evil laugh. She gave the Latin stripper that was giving her attention a snap, and he returned to her side. "If you behave yourself, maybe we can have some fun in private after they're done. If you have protection; I'm not the slut my boss is." There was another deranged chuckle. She was playing the scheming villainess well. "Santa Yeti's cumming on you! Santa Yeti's cumming on you!" The woman at the party sang joyfully as the stripper fucked her mercilessly. This must have been an improvised tune, as this was the first year that a stripper had worn this mask. It seemed as if it would be more appropriate for when the stripper flocked her breasts at the end of the performance. "The stripper has to cum on your tits, Corrina." Her mother had been insistent on that point as they discussed this party in the Bahamas. The man that may become Corrina's stepfather had taken Jayden fishing so they could spend the day discussing business. None of their animated talks revolved around the day-to-day running of the company. Her mother trusted that Corrina had that down. Instead, it was the foibles of the staff and several important traditions in the company that she had to maintain as her mother's replacement. "The one year that the stripper didn't flock me, as they called it, was the only time that our company has had to lay anyone off. I know that there is no correlation between the two, but your employees will still see one." Her mother implored. "That was the year you were born, and I didn't prepare my replacement well enough." Between the plug, enormous cock, and vibrator, Corrina was going to be a gelatinous mass of screaming bliss in mere moments. She leaned down so her nipples were grazing the warm, smooth surface with each thrust. It opened another, weaker front in the war she was losing between her need to put on a long performance and her need to cum again. "Oh! Yes!" Corrina yelped. After bastardizing several other Christmas songs, the jubilant crowd went to Santa Claus is Coming to Town. This second rendition worked better for the action with a refrain of "Yeti Claus is fucking our boss!" They even sang it on beat with the long powerful strokes of the stripper. Against her clit, the powerful vibrations of the potent wand were rattling Corrina in a whole new way. It had an intensity that had her gasping, but the stripper seemed to know when to wean her off the direct pressure and when to pour on the throttle. The thick cock was relentless as it attacked from different angles on each thrust. Although he kept his mouth shut, there were still throaty growls that the audience would be unlikely to hear over their emphatic singing. "She's going to cum again!" Janette cheered and got the collection of women to clap in time with the yeti's thrusts. Corrina wanted to prolong the session and keep Janette from getting a win, but the stripper's thrusts and whirring toy were obliterating and whiff of rebellion. She pushed hard against every incursion into her pussy and drove the perfect cock deeper as her whole body locked up. "OH FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCkkkk..." Corrina's scream got quieter while she held on for the ride. Standing on her tall heels became untenable as her legs shook. There would be no denying that she was cumming hard on his fervent cock. His thrusts kept coming as Corrina screamed and writhed on the tabletop. He tossed the impressive vibrator on the conference table as the man had to use both enormous mitts to keep her from toppling onto the floor in front of her business. This orgasm was even more potent than the last. Being watched, the powerful magic wand, fullness of her plug, and the skilled man's brilliant cock added magnitudes of power to the fiery orgasm. While the last was a wave or tidal in action, this was a conflagration of her ignited body. When she came down for the bliss powered hurricane of sensation, the yeti had pulled free of her pussy. "Is it time for the flocking?" Janette questioned. Corrina looked over her shoulder and met the mask shrouded eyes of her partner and had a head shake returned from the query. She rolled onto her back and motioned for the yeti to step aside for a moment. "What do you think, ladies? Do you still have more songs to sing?" "There're always more!" Here CTO yelled out from the front row. "Good, your boss needs to cum some more!" Corrina remembered the command of her mother to play insatiable and wanton for her performance, but this wasn't about playing the boss. This was her enjoying her one chance for public sex. "Fuck her more! Fuck her more!" started as a chant through the room. "You're in charge!" Janette yelled as she pulled her Latin lover close. His gold trunks were one of only a couple of strippers to still have anything on. The woman changed that status with a tug on either side of the fabric. It revealed that he, like all the other strippers, either shaved or waxed. The yeti was the only one she had gotten close enough to wager money on being waxed. There was no stubble anywhere. The yeti pulled Corrina to the edge of the table as he splayed her legs wide around his muscular torso. Instead of his massive cock impaling her again, a pair of fingers pressed deep into her pussy. Stalling for time? Cora wondered. He had pulled out before her last orgasm was finished. It seemed that the yeti was as interested in more orgasms as she was. I'm going to ensure he's well paid for tonight. Corrina thought as the man sussed out the perfect spots to apply pressure in her pussy. To get her blazing libido fanned even higher, the yeti procured a still clattering vibrator and applied it to the crest of Corrina's womanhood. Typically, renewed application of the powerful vibrator on her pearl would be far too much after she had just come, but right now, Corrina's desire was indefatigable. "Mmm..." She murmured delighted by its return. "Fuck her more! Fuck her more!" Grew in insistence as the yeti toyed with her with his hands for a few carols. "What do you say, Yeti Clause?" Corrina looked up as she toyed with her nipples. The yeti mask almost came off as he nodded. The enthusiasm almost revealed the identity of the one stripper Corrina couldn't afford to be seen. Luckily, he had remembered to tie the chin strap. "Don't get too excited, you still have to flock these." She pushed her tits together as the fingers slid from her. "Fuck our boss! Fuck our boss!" the audience chanted. Corrina's CTO was leading the girls in their reverie. Janette wasn't joining in because she finally occupied her mouth. Her Latin stripper had an impressive endowment with a long shaft and a head that was the thickest part. Her tongue swirled around the girthy feature, then she sucked it between her lips. It shouldn't be a surprise that all the men had impressive cocks. Male strippers that got nude needed to not only be excellent physical specimens, but their penises couldn't be dinky. That would be a disappointing reveal. Corrina mused. Kind of like a woman with huge tits that just looked a little sad when she released the sweater puppies. She reminisced about a particular college memory. The exemplary example that was hovering over her abdomen was the largest that Corrina had ever experienced, and she doubted she'd ever take anything more massive. The deep red head drooled precum rudely onto her tummy as he leaned over her. Yeti Claus adjusted Corrina's angle on the table. If he had left her alone, the man's back would obscure the coupling. Corrina brought her leg closest to the audience down to open the viewing angles of her pussy. Dripping honey onto the conference table wasn't the best look, but she was enjoying the raw exhibitionism of the performance. To get better access, the stripper moved the vibrator away from Corrina's nexus. His massive cock slammed into her clit twice before stroking it through the ample nectar. A shock of glee reverberated through her aching system. She needed more bliss and release. The stripper's cock entered her slowly and sensuously, in stark contrast to how the yeti had stabbed into her from behind in the last position. "Fucking on the table! Making our boss cum! Oh, what fun it is to watch as our office celebrates tonight! Stripper balls, stripper balls! Strippers go all the way!" The office ladies yelled to the tune of Jingle Bells. They seemed to have as much fun as her, but they couldn't match her enjoyment. "Oh!" Corrina thundered as the stripper picked up speed. His cock fit her as if some sorcerer had crafted it to push ecstasy into her body. In a similar manner to her riding in the first position, the yeti's cock found the magical right place. He exploited the spot as his cock moved in her like a diesel piston, purposeful and strong. Long strokes used his entire length to get her moaning. To aid her adventurous lover, Corrina pinched and teased her nipples to add another doorway for pleasure in her blissful form. Her fingers couldn't match the expert attentions of her husband, not because she couldn't use feedback to guide her, but because he could surprise her. The stripper, sadly, couldn't make an effort to do the same. A look over at Janette was just in time to see her stripper hike up her skirt and pull off her panties. The man pulled them off one leg, but let them stay entwined in one of her golden colored heels. The Latin stripper was stroking his cock like he was coating himself in saliva and precum before fucking her. That would be a power move. Corrina thought. Only the boss was supposed to be fucked as the crowd cheered. Janette could grab a stripper and have some fun, but not with an audience. I'm going to have to say something if he penetrates her. Discipline wasn't her favorite part of being a boss, but she couldn't tolerate her wresting away power. How would I even stop her? Cora doubted that trying to assert herself while getting fucked at an office party would be very effective. All her worries were for naught as the Latin stripper got down on his knees to lick Janette's pussy. The yeti must have sensed her distraction as he brought the large vibrator back into contact with the crest of Corrina's womanhood. "Fuck!" She cried out in bliss. "Harder!" she demanded her stripper rev up his strokes. "Heh." The yeti gave a brief laugh. Corrina put her finger to her lips to silence him, but it was unlikely the audience could hear him above their rendition of Yeti the Stripper in which her lover was Santa's hero on Christmas night. "Yeti, the big-cocked stripper!" The women sang delightedly off key. "Santa came to say, yeti with your cock so big, won't you fuck our boss tonight!" Faster, the man's endowment slid in and out of Corrina's dripping embrace. She moaned louder as he hit the best spot from a multiple of angles. Each pushed her ecstasy higher. The pulsing of the vibrator and pinching of her nipples added to the swirling vortex of delight jetting through her nervous system and overwhelming her brain. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! AAAAHHHHH!" Corrina unleashed a desperate scream as the climax took hold. This time the yeti didn't stop or slow down as she came. It drove her orgasm higher and higher as she wailed. The layer of sweat beneath her back allowed her to writhe and moan without appreciable friction. Across her clenched eyes, the colors of Christmas lights played like strobes. Instead of dancing in time to a song, they strobed in time to her vagina, as it clenched down on her stripper's pounding cock. Fucking in front of an audience was incredible. "Ready... to... flock?" Corrina gasped as she came down from the best orgasm of the night. The stripper was still fucking her, but with a little less gusto. The vibrator was now on the table, silent as he had shut it off. Yeti Claus's thick head shook no as he reached out and grabbed her arms and willed her to sit up and grasp his shoulders. Corrina complied at once. She trusted this man implicitly. He hooked his beefy arms around her and pulled her off the table. "Hold on, we're going on a tour." The stripper whispered through his mask. Corrina nodded discreetly and didn't chide the man. There was no way that the audience was going to hear it over the loud singing of "Orgasms we have heard on high." The change to riffing on a decidedly non-secular Christmas song squicked her out, but Corrina kept the creeping disgust off her face. Her father had taken her to church and Sunday school as a girl and she still believed, even if she went to church a couple times a year at most. Corrina would feel a little guilty when she heard Angels we Have Heard on High or Gloria at church, but she couldn't let that sneak out on her face now. The yeti spun on his heels and started a stop-and-go tour of the largest open room in the office. The pauses were so he could unleash a flurry of stokes into her pussy. Corrina helped by pushing off his shoulders and falling down his impressive length. How his steps caused him to bump into her clit was impressive. It held nothing to the strength that the vibe had earlier, but after the last orgasm, the sensation was just right. The stripper's strength would be more impressive if Corrina wasn't petite and light, other than her pair of large breasts and round ass as a counterweight. Still, taking her on a full lap of the office and stroking into her pussy was marvelous. Janette wasn't paying very close attention, as she had switched to sucking her stripper's cock as he fingered her. She was no longer singing along with the crowd or keeping one eye on Corrina and her stripper. "Ohh!" The woman yelped as her legs shook. Corrina now knew what it looked like when her second in command orgasmed. I'm not the only one getting to cum tonight. Corrina thought but knew that she and Janette were far from the only one's climaxing. The CTO was sucking another stripper's gifted length as a woman from payroll and benefits devoured her pussy. Corrina would have felt nervous about this, but the two ladies had been getting together for longer than Corrina had been working here. They would doubtlessly have sex together after Corrina's performance. They should just admit they are in love. Both women were divorced, and the entire office could see it even if they refused to acknowledge their love. Sometimes the pair put on a show in the office and other times they would sneak off with a stripper and have a threesome. The tour continued weaving through each of the rows of desks as the stripper fucked. Occasionally, he would lay her on a table to stroke harder and play with her breasts or clit. He couldn't do much other than thrust while he carried her, though she liked the feel of his stout chest against her. The group continued to cycle through songs and chants as the circuit of the space continued. The Little Drummer Boy rendition left something to be desired, but the yeti could stroke to every "Pa rum pum pum!" and it felt incredible. Do You See What I See, was a well-rehearsed call and response even if the refrain was always "A cock, a cock, fucking our boss." I would have thought that they would have come up with more verses in fifty years. Corrina thought as she had a moment of clarity. Yeti Claus's stamina was impressive. They had spoken before the show, before he put on the mask, to get an idea of what they were going to do. They knew they had to put on a fantastic show and switch positions a few times, but other than that, they were going to wing it. The stripper's improvisation skills were top-notch. Definitely getting a tip. "I like your jewelry." The CTO smiled as the yeti showed her off. Corrina was starting to wonder if this was why she was being paraded around the room. "Thanks... Whew!" The yeti's fucking made it hard to converse. "It's extra fun. H... have you tried one!?" "Not yet, but... I'm curious!" The CTO was equally stymied by the woman going down on her as Corrina was. "Oh! Christmas present idea! You can bring it with us to the resort!" The woman from payroll paused to say. "Fun... Uh... shit! Boss we're dating! We need to fill out a form, right?" "About damn time!" Corrina's response was joined with a half dozen other voices. "Worry about that when you get back. I think we have some witnesses for that declaration now." Corrina added alone when the yeti paused. Janette was going to town on her stripper's cock. Finding out that her second in command could deep throat wasn't a thing that Corrina had thought she was going to learn tonight, but the women were competitive. If one woman could do it, the others had to prove they could to. The CTO's fervent oral skills were the obvious inspiration for Janette. Now I feel competitive. "Fuck!" The yeti's reprieve ended abruptly as he pushed Corrina against the wall and picked up speed, cutting off her observations of the room. He growled in a bestial manner as he plunged his cock in and out of her. With the assistance of the wall, he could free one arm and play with a breast. That was all Corrina needed to cascade into another bliss. This one was quick, but loud. Corrina screamed as the climax fired through her like an explosion. Although not as long as the others, her pussy torqued down on the yeti's cock hard enough that he stopped stroking and just held on for dear life. "Grr!" He growled softly as Corrina's consciousness fully returned. "Flocking time now?" Cora whispered to her partner. It was just louder than the strains of "Joy to the office. Our boss has cum!" "You need to go on one more ride." The stripper whispered. She could hear a smile in the almost inaudible whisper. "Okay, but tap me on the hip if you're going to cum. I need you to cover my boobs." The stripper nodded his ascent as there was a brief reprieve in the singing. He let her down, finally pulling out of her vagina for the first time in two orgasms. "Come on!" Corrina giggled, then wrapped her hand around his stiff cock and pulled him along in her wake. Corrina whistled along to a second round of "Fuck that cock!" as she skipped back across the room. Maybe they ran out of songs? She wondered if her mother ever put on this long of a show. She did a spin on her heels and then grabbed the cock again without looking. Corrina loved giving a performance. "On the table, Yeti Claus!" Corrina ordered. "How's that enormous cock?" Janette's focus suddenly returned to the stage. "Outstanding!" Corrina yelled out. She was feeling too good to worry about office politics and Janette's power plays for the moment. "Look like you have one to try after the show." "If he makes it that long." Janette shrugged and went back to work on the Latin stripper's cock. "I'm sure I have other choices, too." She winked. Since she had already ridden the yeti cowgirl. Corrina climbed onto the table and faced the crowd. "Are you ladies bored, or should I go for one more orgasm?" "Fuck some more! Fuck some more!" rang out from the crowd again. "If it's what the people want." Corrina took a moment to line up the stripper's cock as she squatted on her ludicrous heels. "Ohh!" She groaned as the mammoth cock returned to where it belonged. Since she went cowgirl the first time, this ride was backward. "I can't believe you're going bare back on that bull!" The CTO yelled with a giggle. "It feels so good!" Corrina confirmed. "I highly recommend a gigantic cock without it," she purred as she rode. "As long as you know he's clean and you're being safe otherwise!" Corrina quickly added. A sudden worry about pushing terrible habits on her workers lanced into her brain. "It is a fantastic experience, but not tonight." Janette declared while taking a quick break from her blowjob. "Suit... your...self..." Corrina was having a hard time moaning out as her riding got quicker. The stripper held her hips stable to keep her on target as she rose and fell recklessly. This felt too good. It was too bad that it was going to end soon. Using her open hands, Corrina opened more fonts of pleasure on her bouncing boobs. Everything felt incredible while they watched her. Maybe this was why mom kept the tradition going. She thought as the crew launched into more repeated tracks. They have run out of ideas. She smiled, taking pride in putting on that long of a performance. "Oops!" Janette yelled out as the stripper she was sucking grunted and sprayed a burst of sperm across her nose and then one over her breasts. She only let him blast twice before deep throating the spraying cock. The stripper looked like he was in heaven as he unloaded. "No pussy for you, I guess." Janette chortled once he finished. Corrina slowed for a moment and reached for the vibrator beside them on the table. She needed to end this show with a bang and if Janette was going to get flocked, she needed to cum hard before Corrina repeated the action. "Ride that cock! Ride that cock!" The girls had taken to chanting instead of singing as Corrina rode. Everyone seeing all of her pussy as the enormous cock speared it was extraordinary. The vibrator whirred as she held it a lot firmer to her clit than the yeti ever had. There was a narrow band between not enough and too hard, that was impossible without perfect feedback. Unlike the attention on the tits, the randomness from the device kept it from feeling like her self-play on her breasts. Faster she rode as Corrina spurred herself frantically toward the strongest orgasm of the night. It might be the record for her body. She felt the happy precursors as her body prepared to let loose. Her eyes were closed, but the sounds of the chanting were having the potent effect of letting her know that she was being watched. "Oh! Yes! This cock is so good!" Corrina moaned. The statements made her feel dirtier, which was just what she was aiming for. She was sprinting toward the finish line like she used to do in cross-country at the end of a big run. The crowd was cheering for her like when she was at regionals and seconds away from a record time on the course. She'd never heard a crowd like that at any of her events in high school. One more stride and she was going to break the tape when a desperate tapping beat out on her thigh. "I'm so close!" She cried out but couldn't stop herself. She should have gotten up and let the yeti flock her breasts, but her greed got the best of her. Heat filled her pussy as the stripper grunted. It was all she needed to fall back and embrace her orgasm. Yeti Claus was already cumming, so there was no reason not to enjoy the moment. Her world exploded as she climaxed far harder than any time tonight. She wailed something unearthly and unintelligible toward the ceiling as a kaleidoscope of Christmas colors danced through clenched eyes. More and more heat filled her womanhood as the yeti grunted softly. He crossed one of his powerful arms over her breasts and twiddled her clit with well-practiced fingers, kicking her into a higher orbit as though it were a second stage of an enormous rocket booster. Yeti Claus's cock stopped spitting, and he rode out her orgasm as he pushed Corrina's screaming climax higher. Her legs shook, and it even felt like there was an extra burst of honey from her pulsing vagina, but she wasn't sure if that was her or just the stripper's molten semen flowing from her. "Shit..." slipped from Corrina's mouth as she slowly regained her breath. What did I do? I had one job, one thing I had to achieve, and I fucked it up. Corrina admonished herself. That orgasm, though... "Did you let the stripper cum in your pussy!?" Janette was suddenly beside the table with worry in her eyes. Corrina had been expecting something evil or conniving from the woman, but this sounded like concern. "You HAVE to let him flock your breasts." The woman whispered. Too late now. How am I going to handle my fuck up? Corrina only thought for a moment before going into motion. "Oh, he will!" Corrina got up as sperm drooled from her. She helped the stripper to his feet atop the table. "He's gotta cum on your boobs!" someone yelled out of the audience. "It's good luck!" The crowd murmured as it got restless. Suddenly, no strippers were dancing, and no women were having fun. Every eye was staring at her and the yeti. Guilt and disgust gripped her gut for a moment, but Corrina shook it off and wrapped a hand around the stripper's slowly softening cock. "I need you to get hard again." Corrina willed the yeti. The taste of his sperm and her pussy were pungent as semen dripped onto the wood of the conference table. One hand grabbed his tight testicles and started playing with them. She held the shaft as she sucked each of them between her lips. Waxing meant that his pubes weren't getting stuck in her teeth or flossing her unintentionally. "I got this." Corrina looked toward the audience before getting back to work. She'd never been able to deep throat Jayden, and not for a lack of trying. Tonight, she was desperate, and that steeled her will as she sucked the stripper between her lips. The yeti was getting hard again. "Flock her tits! Flock her tits!" came out as a clapping chant. I can do this! Corrina felt a burst of inspiration as more and more of the yeti's impressive cock went down her gullet. Her typical gag reflex was staying quiet as she rose to the challenge. Once her nose touched his upper crotch, she couldn't resist giving the audience and stripper a thumbs up. To get the best reaction from the stripper, Corrina employed every trick in her book. She even grabbed the vibrator and pressed it to the head of his cock as she ran her tongue around his shaft and got a workout with her arms. "Umm..." the yeti moaned, and Corrina put up a finger to her lips again as he nodded. They were too far along and had already made a mockery of some traditions. It was no time to give up on everything. Yeti Claus wasn't going to cum quickly, but he kept his hands crossed behind his back. Jayden usually took at least fifteen minutes to get back erect after he ejaculated. So, the stripper, only taking a minute to get up again, was a pleasant surprise. Yeti Claus must enjoy putting on a show as much as I do. Corrina got her entire body in on the action as she cajoled the man toward orgasm. She used her legs to bounce along his shaft, occasionally giving her mouth a break and keeping the pressure on with her arms. Corrina held her core straight and rigid as she worked to keep her bouncing form eternally on target. She varied her technique from deep throating the enormous cock to licking the head and using both hands on his long shaft. Corrina needed to keep him guessing. "Suck that cock! Suck that cock!" Janette led the crowd in a new chant as Corrina put her all into getting her breasts flocked. The audience's shock and dismay had only lasted a few minutes before they got back into a spirited cheer. The cheering gave way to more revivals of their cheerful Christmas parodies. As they chanted Stripper Balls again, Corrina used the slowed pace to catch her breath. She hadn't gotten to the gym today but had a feeling that the performance was burning a ton of calories. The hard-earned sweat enhanced the curves and muscles of her body. A new version of Jingle Bell Rock, made an appearance with the lines of "Suck that, suck that, suck that cock!" yelled with excessive glee and giggles. Corrina would applaud their continued ingenuity, but she needed to concentrate. "Mmm..." The yeti groaned as he tapped Corrina's shoulder. It wouldn't do to have him go off in her throat after the spirited work to get him off again. She aimed his throbbing shaft at her breasts and stuck them out a little as her arms picked up speed. The stripper's legs flexed as he unloaded. "Errrnn!" came out through clenched teeth as a blast of sperm jetted from his cock. Corrina aimed his member back and forth to ensure that he appropriately flocked both her breasts. There were only four ropes from his cock, but they had an impressive volume, considering it had only been minutes since he had unloaded an epic amount of sperm in her pussy. Once the rod stopped spitting, Corrina sucked the sputtering shaft into her mouth and cleaned him off as she tortured the yeti just a little. Jayden always complained when she did this but insisted that Corrina do it the next time he ejaculated. The stripper growled in a low, rumbly way, arguing that he was feeling the same mixture of bliss and frustration. The crowd had burst into another song Corrina hadn't heard before, though it sounded well-rehearsed instead of improvised. Probably haven't heard it because I was never here at the end. Corrina thought as they belted out, "We wish you a merry Cocks-mas and our bosses flocked boobs." "Wow, we've never seen that in the performance." Janette helped Corrina to her feet. The older woman's panties were around one ankle. "Let's have a big round of applause for our fearless leader and Yeti Claus!" Corrina and the stripper waved toward the screaming, mostly naked crowd. When the yeti bowed, Corrina curtsied, holding the hem of an invisible dress. The stripper had flocked her chest well, despite having epically unloaded in her pussy. I hope I made you proud, mom. Was an odd, but sincere thought. The crowd's adoration and whistles felt authentic. Janette reached down and plucked the silky panties from around her golden colored gladiator heels. She tossed them on the conference table before she turned back toward Corrina. "I assume you two would like to shower." The yeti and Corrina followed Janette through the winding halls of the expansive world headquarters. Corrina's mother had not started the company, she had just moved them from being a metropolitan to regional power. It was in the last couple of years that they had become known on the global stage. With her mother's tutelage, and Corrina's fresh ideas, business was booming even as others in the tech sector cut jobs. The Cocks-mas party tradition hadn't been initiated by her mother. It was a product of the company's original founding couple. They were swingers from the free-love era and had hired friends to start the company. The sex at the Christmas party started there and slowly evolved into what it is now as the founders' friends moved on or retired. Corrina's mother gleefully continued the practice when she was given the reins. It was an expected ritual now that the women at the office looked forward to all year. Corrina was now the sixth woman to complete the ritual for a crowd. "Nice job, Corrina. How many times did you orgasm? Four?" Janette grinned. "Five." "Oh, I missed one, but a stripper diverted my attention." Janette cleaned the semen on her cheek to demonstrate her lack of focus. "Yeah, you looked like you were having fun." "I'm a teensy bit competitive." Janette shrugged. "That must be some yeti cock. I might have to ensure we request him next year so I can get a turn. I can't believe you went without making him wrap it up," she purred toward the stripper. Walking through the office naked as stripper semen dripped down her body with the topless second in command was unnerving. "And you let him cum in your pussy." "We got lost in the moment." Corrina explained with a blush. "Shit happens. At least there's birth control, right?" Janette laughed. "Uh... yeah." Corrina hoped she wasn't giving anything away. The silent yeti's sperm could very well be finding purchase in her unguarded womb. If this was what got her pregnant there would be a variety of questions about the timing. "Will Jayden be okay with this?" Janette inquired softly. "Yeah. We share everything. Don't know that he'll be thrilled that a stripper ejaculated in me, but he knew it was a possibility." Corrina was truthful as she kept up the charade. "Good, I like him. This party destroyed my marriage. The ex-couldn't handle me sucking other guy's cocks." Janette sighed. "He thought he should get to have sex since I blew a stripper. Getting his dick sucked and licking pussy would have been fair, but plowing the eighteen-year-old babysitter on the kitchen table was too much. Dumbass forgot what time I was getting home from my business trip." "I will admit that it isn't Jayden's favorite thing, but he appreciates the practice." Jayden relished a blowjob and Corrina always wanted to practice her form before the party every year. He was the only one she swallowed with, though. "Your mom would be proud." Janette smirked as she delivered Corrina and the stripper to the locker room outside the company gym. "My mom?" Corrina's shocked look wasn't feigned. "Why do you think I've been busting your tits for the last decade?" Janette confirmed. "Don't worry, I'm the only one who knows, other than your mom. I've been her second in command for two decades, Corrina. That's not going to change with the leadership." "I thought you wanted the big office." "Nope, too much stress. I'm happy where I am. Now, shower up. Your change of clothes is in your locker. We can handle clean up if you want to leave." "Thank you, but I'm going to shower and come help clean the conference table at least. There are certain things I'd rather not leave for someone else." "Alright, I've gotta go have my fun." Janette winked before slinking off. "And by fun, I mean sex with that big dicked stripper in my office. Being single and having a corner office has its perks." Corrina waited until Janette was gone, and she could no longer hear the clacking of heels ringing down the hallway. She darted into the men's locker room instead of her own. Her partner was the only one in the locker room. His mask remained on as he retrieved his shower tote. Corrina was here to collect what she needed, the only thing the man couldn't give her in front of the audience. The flocking on her chest and the rest of his semen dripping from her very satisfied pussy should have been enough for the night, but Corrina needed more. She watched as the man worked at his locker. His ass was just as amazing as his front side. Corrina hadn't gotten to see this much of him during their performance. The first thing he reached for was his wedding ring. Corrina couldn't resist walking over and giving one of the stripper's muscular cheeks a sharp slap. "Good game!" she yelled with an indecent giggle. She'd always felt a little jealous of the guys after a football game getting to do that. "Corrina!" The stripper yelped as he spun around. "What are you doing in here? You can't be in the men's locker room. The other strippers will be here when they're done!" "The ladies will keep them busy for a while," Corrina giggled. "Sorry about cumming in you. You're on birth control, right?" The stripper asked. The yeti mask still muffled his voice. "Nope, you may have given me exactly what I want for Christmas." "Don't you mean exactly what we want?" "I suppose I did." Corrina stepped closer and pulled the yeti's mask off. "Thanks for doing this, Jayden. I know you haven't stripped since college." Corrina leaped into her husband's arms. Jayden had paid his way through college by stripping for women's parties. The occupation came about after the pair had started dating and he lost his football scholarship. He had never had sex during an event before tonight, but he had his cock sucked a few times and went down on some women. It seemed fair, as Corrina did the inverse at her yearly parties. "Was it everything you dreamed of, babe?" Jayden's brown eyes gleamed as he came in for a slow kiss. "Better." Corrina grinned. "And judging by how much semen you left in me and on my tits, you did, too." "I kinda dig my wife." Jayden was the only man that she had ever had sex with. Before him, she had done oral and hand stuff, but nothing else with a man. She'd slept with a couple of women prior to their freshman year of college, but she had been faithful to Jayden. Their ruse kept that from changing. Her vows meant something to her, and she wasn't going to break them. This setup wasn't solely Corrina and Jayden's idea. It had been her mother's suggestion. "He has experience stripping and they wear a mask." Her mother had suggested. "They do?" "Yup and they have to be quiet." "Okay." "Listen, having sex at the party a year after you were born was my worst mistake. I loved your father, but felt like I had to do that. It was after our only layoffs and I couldn't let the girls down." "Huh." "Don't repeat my mistakes, babe. Make your own." Corrina shook off the daydream. "That's good, because she loves you." One more kiss and it was time for Corrina to sneak back to her locker room, so they didn't give away their carefully plotted hoax. Before she could leave, a commotion at the door pulled their attention. "Shit, hide!" Corrina quickly ducked around the end of the row of lockers. She was ready to slink one way or the other, depending on where the new visitor was headed. "Hey, hey, hey! How's it going, old man?" Another stripper asked as he stepped into the same section of lockers as Jayden. Arnold was a tall, stoutly built black man who had lost his gold shorts with silver trim that looked like tinsel. His cock was erect as Corrina peeked through a slat in an open locker door. He didn't seem at all put off by his condition. "I can't complain. Aren't you supposed to be entertaining someone?" Personal shows at the end of the performance were where most tips came from. "I need condoms. Second in command wants to take the beast for a ride." Arnold smiled widely and did a little dance when Corrina peeked around the corner. "You know the boss will not like you going without." Arnold opened the locker next to Jayden. I guess you gotta be comfortable with a boner around others if you're going to be a stripper in a big group. Corrina mused. Janette was going to have fun if the dance moves were any tell. "That's fine. This was a one off. I'm going back into retirement." Jayden waved away the concern. "Good. Jizzing in a client without a raincoat is a fireable offense. I wasn't going to tell your uncle anything unless he asked." Arnold shook his head as he sighed. Working as stripper for his uncle was odd, but probably no weirder than what Corrina had just done. "I was told to give the boss whatever she wanted." "I don't think Bob knew that there had been a change in leadership. Clara knew where the limits were, and she was an incredible lay. I was lucky enough to be the stud of honor last year." Arnold produced a second box from the locker. "Here, Plan-B, if you're worried about getting the boss pregnant. Accidents happen, condoms break. We're always prepared." "Thanks, I just need one." Jayden was playing along. "Good looking out. You never know if there are going to be more oopsies. There're still plenty of women that need some love if you're interested." "Nah, I'm going to sneak out after I shower." "Your loss. I better get back before Janette decides on another steed. Her pussy is fucking awesome." "Have fun." "I always do. Who else gets to dance and then gets their rocks off at work?" "Not rocket scientists, I can assure you." Jayden yelled after him as he disappeared. "Well, there was that one time in your office." Corrina slid back around the corner. "That was a fun time." Jayden smiled. "Can I interest you in some Plan-B?" "Seems to be counter to our goal." "Oh, I wasn't going to give it to you, but I had to ask." "Shower and meet me back at home in an hour. I gotta go put in more face time at the party." "Yes, ma'am." Jayden saluted, then pulled her close for a kiss. He didn't seem bothered by the slowly drying semen on Corrina. "I like subservient Jayden. Maybe I'll have more Christmas presents for you when I get home," Corrina said over her shoulder as she snuck toward the door. They'd taken enough chances already. "Merry Christmas to me." Jayden cheerfully yelled after her.