Free Claus Enterprises: An Erotic Holiday Short Story by Ele Marie Kenzie

 
    Christmas doesn’t run
itself.
    That’s what my father used to tell
me and his father before him and so on. This is my first year
running the billion dollar juggernaut known as the holiday season.
My dad, Nickolas Claus III retired to the Bahamas with my mother,
never to have to work another day in his life. Now, I run the show.
I’ve been training for this gig all my life to one day take over
Claus Enterprises. I’m very lucky to have grown up a privileged
child here in the North Pole, but now that I’m an adult, I get to
run this company my way.
    I peek over this year’s holiday
projection report on my tablet to see Chloe; my best E.L.F.
(Employee I Like to Fuck) on her knees sucking my cock like it’s a
candy cane. Normally I’m all about her mouth on me, but today I’m
not really feeling it. Maybe it’s the anxiety of it all that has me
so wound up, but I’ll still let her finish me off, though. Tis’ the
season after all and Santa is feeling generous.
    “ Faster, baby. I have a meeting in
five.” She looks up at me with her big baby blues and her blonde
curls bouncing all over me. She gives the best head out of all the
E.L.F. staff and normally I’d let her devour me all day long, but
today is a busy day. She takes it up a notch and I’m getting ready
to come.
    “ Damn you do that so well, don’t
you? Look at you, so nice and pretty with your mouth... full...
uhhhhh!” I let loose and she swallows me like a glass of eggnog.
Speaking of, some eggnog sounds delicious right about now. I’ll
have my assistant make me some. Chloe wipes the corner of her mouth
and stands up from my lap. I gaze at her cleavage as it pops up
from her crisp, green blouse. She smoothes her short curve hugging
skirt with her hands and stands with perfect posture in front of
me.
    “ Will that be all for you this
afternoon, sir?” She asks with a smile.
    “ Yes, thank you, Chloe.” I watch
her walk away in her four inch heels and her fitted black suit,
strutting her way out of my office. As she leaves, my assistant
Collins enters with a stack of file folders in his arms. I just
know he’s going to talk about work because he lives for it. I zip
up my pants and pretend to look enthused by his
entrance.
    “ What do we have on the agenda
today, Collins?”
    “ The Black Friday numbers are in.
We nearly tripled the profit from last year,” he says.
    “ Doesn’t surprise me with how
greedy the world has become. Next.”
    “ There’s been some turnover in Toy
Production.”
    “ Turnover? Who would want to quit
this company?”
    “ Apparently a bunch of the
employees in that sector pooled their money on the weekly lottery
jackpot... and won.”
    “ Really? Have the department head
call the temp agency to get them replaced ASAP.”
    “ I’ll email them as soon as we’re
done meeting, sir.” Collins is writing notes down in his little
leather journal he always carries with him. He keeps eyeballing the
stack of folders he brought in with him.
    “ So what are all these? Did we not
just implement the Go Green rule this month?”
    “ Yes, sir, but it’s still going to
take some time to completely switch over with all the files that
need to be scanned. Besides, I think you should have a look at
these.” I sit up in my chair and pick up the folder on top of the
pile as he unloads them all on my desk. The name on the neat little
label intrigues me immediately.
    “ The Naughty List? You’re kidding
me, right?”
    “ I’m afraid not, Mr. Claus,”
Collins says as he makes himself a cup of coffee from the bar
behind me.
    “ I thought my father stopped
keeping track of this naughty stuff years ago, did he
not?”
    “ Apparently he still had
Accounting run the annual reports.”
    “ Well, what kind of naughty are we
talking about? Little kids disobeying their parents and shit?” He
hands me a glass of eggnog without me asking for it and sits down
across from me, adjusting his black trimmed glasses and sipping