“We're, uh.... we're a very communal business,” said Woody, pulling his pants back up as he recovered from Lacey's choke and shove.
“Sounds like fun,” said Lindy, grinning, before smashing an elbow right uner Lacey's chin that sent her stumbling away. Lindy followed, hitting her with blow after blow that continued to cause the brunette to retreat, Lacey unable to believe Lindy's recovery as she continued looking for a way out until – there, next to the snack table – she saw it! A door, with a sign on it that said, “Santa's Office: DO NOT ENTER!!!” Lacey sped ahead and – not giving a fuck as usual – ignored the sign, opened the door, and ducked inside. Lindy dashed forwards to get after her but barely a second passed before the door opened again, and Lacey was thrown back out by a bigger – but also very nude, her pussy slightly dripping – brunette who Lindy instantly recognized as Karen McDougal.
“Read the sign, next time, honey,” she said, glaring down at Lacey, as Lindy looked behind her into the room where she saw a desk with monitors showing the cabin, a large microphone, and a man with dark hair that was starting to grey, and a firefighter style moustache that was doing the same who was wearing a classic style Santa suit, hat lopsided on his head, shirt open baring his chest and his pants down around his ankles as it was clear some fun had been interrupted, “We're busy.”
As she slammed the door shut, Lindy shrugged and slammed a hard double axe handle blow to the top of Lacey's head to stun her, then lifted her up by the hair, bent her backwards, slipping her head under her arm, then dropped down, spiking her head into the wooden floor right next to the snack table with a Reverse DDT.
Reverse DDT:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRcPz6d3HCs “Man, you look as tired as I felt a few moments ago,” said Lindy, grinning as her legs spread Lacey's own, whom she looked down at for a moment at Lacey as she reached up towards the snack table, “Let's see if we can get you a little refreshed.”
Poking her hand around, it landed on a plate of gingerbread men, and she grabbed one, bringing it down in front of Lacey's face before bringing it lower and lower until it was close to the sweet spot between her legs. She nibbled on Lacey's ear as she shoved the gingerbread man inside her pussy, slipping it in and out, in and out several times to get it coated with Lacey's juices before pulling it out, waving it around her own face and giving it a lick before bringing it down to Lacey's and shoving it right in her mouth.
“That's right, take a big bite,” Lindy said, elbowing the top of Lacey's head to force her to take a bite of the cookie, “Choke it down, bitch.”
“Swear to fucking GOD, when I get ou-”, Lacey started to threaten after gulping the cookie down before she felt an arm wrap around her neck and tighten, choking her AND her words.
“Guess SOMEONE is a little crang-ky,” said Lindy, hand reaching up and feeling around again, this time grabbing onto the handle of a large glass jug of milk, “Well, maybe THIS will make you feel better.”
She didn't even bother to lift it, just dragging it over the edge of the table, dunking it's contents all over the both of them, covering the two beauties in milk. Lindy had closed her eyes before it happened, but Lacey was not so lucky, trying to wipe the milk out of her eyes and Lindy changed her positioning so she was now sitting on Lacey's stomach.
“Well, well, well. Look's like I've made a MESS,” said Lindy, dropping the glass jug to the side before grabbing Lacey's hand, lifting it up, and sucking on one of her fingers, “I guess I'm going to have to.... clean it up.”
MEANWHILE, IN SANTA'S OFFICE!!!
“Well, THAT was rude, wasn't it?” Karen – now clad in a red and white silk robe - asked Santa IRISH – pants pulled back up, shirt still open showing off his abs - as they watched the proceedings unfold on the screens in front of them.
“Yeah, that was a perfectly good jug of MILK,” IRISH agreed, nodding, as on the screen Lindy was slowly licking Lacey clean, from head to toe, “Between that and... the one barging into the room earlier, those two are DEFINITELY on my naughty list!”
“Well, perhaps we should PUNISH them, then?” Karen suggested, turning to IRISH, as Lindy shoved her breast into Lacey's mouth, forcing her to suck it clean.
“What'd you have in mind?” IRISH asked, looking from her to the door and back again, as Lindy started licking all the way down to Lacey's pussy.
“Oh, please. Those bitches are waaaaaay below my pay grade,” said Karen, as Lindy lifted Lacey's leg over her shoulder, keeping it there and bending it, making Lacey scream as Lindy also went head first into her pussy, “I was ACTUALLY thinking we should send in.... the Partridge,
“The Partridge? Are you MAD?!?” IRISH asked, turning to her as Lindy started eating Lacey out, making her moan louder and louder, “We want a PUNISHMENT. Not a MASSACRE.”
“Tell me it wouldn't be FUN, though,” Karen said, grinning, as Lacey again exploded in Lindy's face.
“That is true,” IRISH said, nodding, turning his attention to a big red button in a glass case on his desk which had a label on it saying, “Naughtiness Emergency Only!”, as Lindy wiped the cum off her face and then licked that hand clean, “So, you want to press the button? Or shall I?”
“Do you even need to ask?” she said, grinning, and flipping open the glass case as Lacey grabbed the handle of the glass jug. Karen then - without another second's thought - slammed her fist down on it.
