Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
In real life, I’m Tiffany. In my work life, I’m known as Creamgirl.
I’ve made a fortune at ‘The Agency’ – enacting clients’ dirty proposals for money. I’ve covered every fantasy you could possibly imagine and then some.
Creamgirl is certainly top of the Agency tree. But after four years, I’m yearning for more.
A bond with someone who I can adore for real, not just in fantasy. In love.
I only went into Santa’s grotto to appease Ella’s childish glee. I was laughing when I sat my curvy butt on his lap for a picture.
Until I looked into his stunning grey eyes and saw something I shouldn’t have.
Someone I shouldn’t have.
Because Santa isn’t just Santa… he’s the multi-millionaire owner of the mall.
He’s also my boss. A founder of the Agency I work for.
I should run. Fast. Say goodbye, and make sure my career stays safe at all costs.
It’s insane that I want Santa so bad that I can’t stay away from him. Not for anything.
And if I’m honest with myself, truly, I don’t just want to be Santa’s baby…
I want to have Santa’s baby, too.
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PROLOGUE
Tiffany
Iswear Christmas parties come earlier and earlier every year. Just a shame the guys booking me for them don’t.
These three have been going at me for nearly an hour, and they still haven’t found my clit yet. I’d relieve the torment myself if I wasn’t trussed up with a tie around my wrists. I’m glad I’m getting paid over seven grand for this session. If I wasn’t, I’d show them a Wikipedia map of female anatomy and get the fuck out of here.
Once upon a time, this would have been my dream – the filth itself enough to drive me crazy – but after approaching four years as a high-class hooker for the high-class ‘Agency’, I’m losing interest. I never thought I’d say that, but it’s true.
Maybe it’s time playing out its course, or maybe it’s the news that hit me in the gut with a sucker punch earlier.
My best friend’s younger sister is having a baby. Josh told me himself this afternoon.
Caroline – the jealous little cow who has always emulated, irritated and tried her best to outdo me – is pregnant. Loved up, happy, and due to give birth next March.
Guess she got one up on me, for once…
Fuck this. I ban my mind from playing bullshit and funnel my focus back to the scene around me. It isn’t my clients’ fault I’m feeling like a sack of shit tonight.
The naked guy in front of me holds out a bottle of champagne for me to glug on. He’s cute, with mousy brown hair and a decent length dick. Nice enough. Just boring.
His two friends are doing a bit better. They’re hard at work, grunting curses as they use me like a dirty bitch from behind.
That’s it, slut, one of them says, take it like a good girl. He starts working his hand into my pussy while his sidekick fucks my ass, and it’s so much better than a token three fingers. His knuckles feel good as they grate, so I beg him to go deeper, deeper, fucking deeper.
Gentle has no place in my life. It’s go hard or go home.
If only I had someone waiting for me to go home to.
The guy in front of me takes the champagne away and offers his cock as a replacement. I’ll glug on it, sure enough. I stare up at him like he’s the man of my dreams, fluttering my lashes as I smile. I stick out my tongue and take the slap of his cock head, giving him the moans of a dirty bitch who really wants it.
I’ll always suck dick like a tasty lollipop.
My butt cheeks bounce against the dick pounding my ass, and it adds volume to the momentum of the squelching knuckles, still trying to push their way in. I wish the guy wouldn’t be such a pussy when it comes to my pussy. I can take it.
I can always take it.
I frog my legs as wide as I can on the office desk, my thick thighs slippery from his efforts. I love being such a big girl. I love the deep sound of the slap my flesh makes when I’m being banged.
I moan around the dick in my mouth, concentrating on just how good I’m going to be for these guys. The performer of a lifetime. I feel at my best when I have a filthy mind and a horny body, being used by strangers who don’t give a shit about me.
Being a whore is my hometown – being an entertainer is my life.
The guy with his fist half inside me squirts on a load more lube, so considerate, but I don’t want lube. I want the force. The grind. The fucking pounding. The filthy fucking joy.