Not many people realize this, but the naughty and nice list is serious business in certain circles. No, I'm not Santa, but I work for his brother. Most people just call me Jack.
Each time the holidays roll around, Krampus, that's Santa's brother, goes around dealing with all those on the naughty list. But there are levels to that document, and some names require a specialist. That's where I come in. I deal with the truly perverse. Any time a name tops that section of the list, their ass is mine.
In years past, dealing with individuals of the more sordid variety involved a lot of unpleasantness. Trust me, I should know. Hell, it's how I got this gig, truth be told. But that's a different story for a different night. Needless to say, I was instrumental in changing how at least one person's fate turned out. I'm actually on my way to see them right now.
Looking down and over the sleigh's side, I can just make out the twinkling lights of the city I'm heading for. I have to hold back the long strands of my hair as the wind buffets my face. God, it's strong and cold up a couple thousand feet in the air.
I turn back to the reindeer that are prancing away on absolutely nothing. It is rather unnerving traveling this way, but you get used to it, sort of. For me, it's the descent that makes it feel like my balls are trying to climb up into my throat. Fortunately, the beasts know where they're going. Hell, I doubt they'd even notice if I tried to steer. It'd probably just piss them off. And trust me, you don't want to get on the bad side of any of these bastards, unless you like shoveling shit off your roof.
I pulled my leather coat in tighter as I felt the loss of altitude. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and prayed the horn heads wouldn't get fancy with their landing.
And just like magic, we were there. Turning to my left, I could see a small open patio of a fairly nice apartment. I could tell it was nice given the glass-topped table and metal chairs that decorated it. They looked expensive and terrible to sit in.
Turning my head, I was not at all surprise to see a ten story drop to the street below. I gave a soft whistle, since the view of the city wasn't half bad.
"Yep, this is definitely a nice place," I muttered to myself as I got off the sleigh. Waving to the reindeer, I told them, "I'll give a whistle when I'm done." I hadn't uttered the last word when they practically disappeared.
Krampus had tried to explain that the infernal beasts bent time and space in weird ways, but as he had gotten into the math portion, I had lost interest.
"And why the fuck am I thinking about math when there's work to be done," I admonished myself. Facing the sliding door, I stepped towards it. To my shock it was open. Although this is the tenth floor, so it's not like this entrance is all that vulnerable.
Opening the door, I stepped in. The warmth of the place wrapped me like a blanket banishing the chill of the night. I closed the door behind me to preserve the heat.
The place was dark and it took some time for my eyes to adjust. As they did, I noted the plush cream carpeting, dark walnut end table with assorted nick-knacks, and a dark navy couch that almost looked black in this light. In fact, if it wasn't for the slight sheen and the pale foot with dark red nails providing contrast, I'd-
Wait, a foot? Moving my eyes along the couch, the shapely foot was accompanied by its twin, along with some exquisitely long legs that flared out to some very inviting hips.
Unfortunately, the bare skin gave way to a devilish red teddy. Velvet and lace hugged this person's stomach like a second skin, which presented a pair of very luscious and full breasts.
Thankfully, the teddy lost its own modesty as that pale flesh became visible again, forming some amazing cleavage. I must admit it took a moment to make it to the face, and a few more moments to register what I was seeing.
A blue-eyed, crimson-haired goddess was toying with a rose. The ruby petals matched her lips and nails as she brushed the bud across her cheek.
As our eyes met, she spoke, "It took you long enough to get here. I suppose you are my punishment for being naughty?" Her voice was clear and light with a pleasant lilt. It was the type of sound that entranced a person.
It was so beguiling that it took my brain some time to register just what she had said. She was expecting me? That had never happened before. Trying to keep the incredulity out of my voice, I asked, "Is this how you greet every stranger that breaks into your apartment?"
Giggling, she tossed the rose at my feet. "I'd hardly call a man who arrives in a flying sleigh a stranger."
Quirking an eyebrow, I gave her a smirk. "Oh. If not a stranger, then what would you call me?"
She stood and stretched. The movements were graceful like a feline. Before I knew it, she was pressed against me. Despite my thick coat, I could feel the tautness of her nipples as she leaned in and whispered, "Magic."
While I pondered her answer, I felt her hands part my coat and begin exploring. Traveling down my black shirt, they found the bottom hem and slipped under. As her nails grazed my stomach, I sucked in a sharp breath. Her fingers were soft, yet insistent.
Why was she expecting me? And when she said magic -- her questing digits dove into my pants, making quick work of the button and fly. Another second and she was gripping the base of my shaft encouraging it to fullness.
Perhaps I should slow her -- I reached out just as she slipped to her knees. Peering down, I watched as she guided the tip of my dick to those pouty lips of hers. The wet heat of her mouth engulfed me and it wasn't long before I felt the tight squeeze of her throat as she choked me down. Boy did she move fast.
Well, there was more than one way to take control of a situation like this. You see, I do have a few tricks so to speak. In fact, magic is an excellent word for some of the things I can do.
With a minor thought, I expanded my length and width a bit. This had a different result than what I was expecting.
With a squeal of delight, she became more enthusiastic on my penis. Looking into her eyes, they seemed to blaze with joy and challenge.
Speaking of challenge, she managed to hobble me, having pulled my pants to my ankles. I even sensed one of her hands reaching through my legs to caress my ass. When I didn't react, she moved her fingers to my asshole and applying pressure around the area to stimulate it. Since I still gave her no response, it wasn't long before she was a couple of knuckles deep in my back entrance.
I decided to give a little and made some appreciative moans. After all, it did feel great. As a reward, I tightened my ass and gave my cock a bit more length. She didn't realize this, but she was in my wheelhouse.
You see, as I mentioned before, I'm a specialist. I deal with a specific type of naughty individual. To be more precise, the sexual deviants who, through their own lust, have destroyed lives. Marriages, jobs, vehicular accidents, you name it, I've seen some people wreck things pretty bad just because they needed to get their rocks off.
It used to be the case where Krampus would go and punish these poor souls. That's right, I said poor souls. Because, as I saw it, they were always being punished. Day in and day out, they were the source of their own misery. I convinced Krampus that these people needed to go on a completely different list.
When he had asked me what list I meant, I wrote down a single word: Unsatisfied. Chewing his lip, he had nodded and then asked, "So, what do you think individuals on such a list deserve?"
"Simple," I had replied, "Me and my cohorts deal with them and move them to a different list."
