A Christmas tale featuring Esha

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Esha: The Naughty List by Sigma

Just before midnight, on December 22nd in Harrison's department store, Esha flew through the air and into an empty display case in the jewelry section, shattering the glass and the silence of the closed store.

"Ooow..." the thief groaned, writhing in pain as she lay on the floor.

Stiletto boot heels clicked across the tiles and toward Esha. The thief tried to sit up, but a purple boot to her chest pushed her back down. Lady Midnight stood proud, hands on her hips as a smile formed on her face.

"Had enough, thief?" the heroine asked, pressing down on Esha's chest.

***

"I hate Christmas," officer Gus Burns said to his partner, Dave McCloud, as they walked from their patrol car and up the steps of Harrison's. "I just try to relax, and some asshole pulls me out into the cold because they wanted to rip off a department store," he growled.

"Come on, Gus," Dave said. "It keeps life interesting," he taunted while opening the front door. "And what's life without a little...ex...citement..."

The two officers paused when they noticed the scene in front of them. Lady Midnight stood waiting for them near the entrance, Esha sat at her feet, hands cuffed behind her with a scowl on her face.

"Officers," the heroine said to them with a nod before approaching. Her hips swayed with each step, and those massive, brown 38Ds bounced, barely contained by the bikini-like top that covered them. She walked between the officers and to the door. "She's all yours," Lady Midnight said, pointing a thumb back at Esha before leaving.

The stunned officers watched her walk away, their eyes glued to long legs and a round ass before the shapely heroine disappeared into the night. They then looked at each other in silence before a grin formed on Burns' face and McCloud straightened his hat. They walked over to Esha, whose eyes widened when she noted the predatory smiles on their faces and stiff cocks threatening to tear through the fabric of their pants.

***

"Hey! Put me down!" Esha protested as the officers carried her deeper into the department store. She tried to kick, but McCloud tightened his hold on her legs. Burns squeezed her arms, stifling her protest.

"Shut your mouth, thief," Burns ordered. "You've got me and my partner out here, so we're gonna get something out of it."

Esha struggled and grunted as the two cops dropped her on the floor somewhere near men's clothing. She struggled to sit up, but Burns pushed her down and held her shoulders while McCloud grabbed her by the ankles and pushed her legs apart before he began to undo his pants.

"We should send Lady Midnight a Christmas gift since she got us something so nice," McCloud said with a smile as his pants and belt dropped to the floor. His rock-hard member poked at the fabric of his boxers before he pulled those down, too.

Burns, at the same time, slid his hands beneath Esha's top and began molding and shaping her tits. She squirmed in protest, but that just made the officers laugh as they continued manhandling her.

"I figure we'll have our fun with you first before we take you down to the station. What do you say, Dave? Think we can find an empty cell so we can turn the rest of the boys loose on her?" Burns question.

"Oh yeah," McCloud answered as he climbed on top of the thief and gripped his member. "Gonna be a long holiday for you, sweetheart."

What the officers failed to realize was that Esha's squirming wasn't just her protesting against their assault. She had been quietly working her handcuffs, dislocation her left thumb to slip her hand out the entire time. And her hand was out.

The next few seconds passed in a blur of confused cursing and shouting. Esha's gloved fist came up and caught McCloud square in his jaw and sent him tumbling back. By the time Burns could react, Esha threw her legs back over her head and wrapped them around his neck. He muscular thighs tightened and threatened to strangle Burns as he thrashed in her grip. When McCloud was back up, Esha let go of his partner, rolled to the side, and tripped McCloud so that her fell face first to the floor, with his bare ass in the air.

She quickly leapt to her feet, striking both officers with a series of kicks and spitting on them before running for the nearest exit, leaving them writhing and cursing on the floor.

"That bitch..." Barbara Cummings, aka Esha, growled while tending to the bruise Lady Midnight left under her right eye. She sat at her home vanity, still in her bikini-like costume but with the mask removed, and touched the mark left on her face. She winced at the pain as a news report on the television mounted to the wall gave details about a break-in that happened at Harrison's department store.

A smirk formed on her face when the reporter mentioned two injured police officers, and she pulled up the mental image of Burns and McCloud on the floor in pain.

"Asshole cops..." she said to herself. "I'm gonna do the same to Midnight the next time I see her..." she promised. She then leaned in closer to the mirror, eyes fixed on the bruise until something on the TV caught her attention and she turned to give it her full attention.

"...Meanwhile, everyone is getting ready for tomorrow night's charity gala at the Delta Towers Hotel hosted by billionaire philanthropist Jessica Winter," the reporter said. "She decided to hold her annual event here in our city this year, and everyone who's someone in Delta City will be there!"

Esha perked up as she watched archive footage of Jessica Winter, and seemingly 50-something socialite with a head of gray/white hair and a physique of a woman 30 years younger, at past events wearing expensive looking dresses and meeting with all manner of celebrity. More importantly, Jessica Winter was always seen with expensive jewelry around her neck, in her ears, and on her fingers and wrists. Surely, Jessica Winter wouldn't be the only person there in expensive jewels.

A smile crossed Esha's face as a plan began forming in her head.

III

Esha stood in the courtyard of the Delta Towers Hotel, a 40-floor luxury building in the heart of downtown, as people in their finest clothes walked past her and to the entrance. Photographers and reports swarmed the area too and Esha moved through the crowd as she watched people.

A strapless, blue dress hugged every curve of her body and more than a few eyes were automatically drawn to her chest as she walked past the other attendees. She recognized many of the people there, had robbed a few in the past, and even fucked a handful of them. She stopped when she saw someone in particular; her way in.

She was a fairly short Japanese woman named Risa Takai, and at only 24, she was one of Delta City's youngest millionaires as the owner of a namesake clothing line. Esha smiled and approached her, sliding up to her like a predator to its prey.

"Risa? I thought that was you!" Esha beamed.

"Oh, Barbara! Hi!" Risa turned away from her conversation. "I didn't know you'd be here."

"Well, here I am," Esha said with a laugh. "To be honest, I'm kind of surprised you're here. I didn't think something like this would be your scene."

"Oh, it's not," Risa admitted. "But, I have to be seen, you know?"

Esha looked her up and down, noting Risa's small purse in particular. "I love that dress," she said of the sleek, pale yellow dressed with a plunging neckline. It clung to Risa's small frame perfectly. Esha then leaned in close. "It kind of reminds me of the one you wore that time we were in Paris," she said with a sly grin.

Risa's face turned bright red as she playfully hit Esha in the shoulder. "Not so loud!"

Esha put a hand on Risa's hip, near her purse, and leaned in to her ear. "You weren't worried about being loud in Paris," Esha whispered, biting down gently on Risa's earlobe right after. Their chests touched, Risa gasped and shuddered slightly, and Esha could feel the nipples on Risa's small, perky tits against the fabric of her dress. She then leaned back.

Risa was as red as beet, and quickly looked around to see if anyone noticed what just happened. "You don't know when to quit, Barbara," she said, looking around again. "I'm going to go mingle some more before you get me into trouble," she then took Esha's hand in hers. "You've still got my number, though," Risa told her, holding on to her hand as she walked away. Risa shot back one more glance and a smile.

Esha waved and blew a kiss as Risa vanished into the crowd. She then moved her other hand from behind her back and looked at the invitation to the gala that she lifted from Risa's purse. "Sorry, babe...I'll make it up later," Esha grinned and bit her lip before heading to the entrance, her nipples hard and her panties a bit wet.

***

Twenty minutes had passed, and Esha had already lifted several wallets, a few watches and necklaces and, her crowning achievement so far, a pair of diamond earrings. Everything sat in her purse, and as she navigated the crowd of Delta City's elite looking for her next mark, she noticed many were getting deep into their drinks, making her job that much easier. She glanced across the room and noticed Assistant District Attorney Angela Grear talking with Brenda Wade and Axanna Morgan, but looked away when Angela turned in her direction. Too hard to target, those three.

When she turned back around, she noticed the party's hostess herself, Jessica Winter, talking and laughing with other party guests. A smile crossed Esha's face as she began moving through the crowd while keeping her eyes on the woman.

She wore a stunning, strapless red dress that fit her curves like a second skin. Her hair was tied back in a bun, revealing a pendant the color of clear blue water hanging above her ample bosom. A pair of matching earrings hung low from her ears and Esha had a hard time determining which item to go for.

She took one more look around the room and noticed that, among three of Delta City's favorite daughters, Angela Grear had left the group. Esha thought maybe she could find her later and take something after all. She turned back to Jessica, but suddenly found her speaking to Tonya O'Donnel, one of the top reporters in the city. A cameraman stood right behind her as she and Jessica chatted.

"Shit..." Esha growled and changed her course so that she got behind the cameraman.

"...Well, Tanya, my stay in here in Delta City has been fantastic so far," Jessica explained to the reporter. "I'm staying right here in Delta Towers on the top floor, so I have a wonderful view of your beautiful city."

Esha grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and sipped, smiling behind her glass when she heard her say that.

***

Eric: U at work?

Gwen: Yeah

Eric: I can't wait to c u this wknd. Send me a gift? :)

Gwen: All right. Hold on.

Gwen Foster snuck down the hallways of the hotel. It was just after 10, and with most of the staff attending to the party, Gwen knew she'd have time to text her boyfriend, Eric.

Like always, Gwen slipped into a seldom used utility closet and locked the door behind her. She wiggled out of her work uniform, a matching set of dark blue pants and a shirt, and let them slide to the floor. A red thong clung to her shapely hips, and her large, milky white tits were unconstrained by a bra, something the late night security guards and bellhops always noticed and thought about with one hand down their pants.

The 22 year old tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder and lifted her phone at an angle, pursed her lips for Eric, and turned on the front facing camera.

"Boo," Esha said from where she stood, leaning against the wall next to the door, when Gwen saw her in the camera. Esha had cased the hotel before on a job she ultimately abandoned, but she retained what she learned about Gwen's patterns.

The scream that would have followed was cut short with a rag over Gwen's mouth. She dropped her phone and struggled against her captor, but soon went limp in Esha's grasp. The thief lowered the busty girl and searched her uniform until she found a keycard.

When Gwen's phone lit up, Esha noticed the messages from Eric and looked at Gwen. She shrugged, knelt down, and snapped a few pictures of her hapless victim's tits and ass, careful to keep her face out of the pictures, and sent them on their way. No need to leave the man with blue balls.

Esha then worked quickly, taking some duct tape and securing Gwen's wrists and ankles before tying the rag over her mouth to make sure she stayed out. "Sleep tight."

Esha was about to leave when Gwen's phone lit up again.

Eric: So hot

A few seconds later, another picture came through. Esha's eyes went wide and she was taken aback by the sudden appearance of a large, erect member with a hand wrapped firmly around it.

Eric: I'm gonna fuck u so hard this wknd.

"That's not bad. You're a lucky girl, Gwen," Esha admitted before putting the phone down and leaving the closet.

***

The card granted access to every floor in the building, including the suites. The hotel had five suites, and each one took one of the top five floors, with the one occupied by Jessica Winter being at the very top.

So to the top was where Esha went.

When she reached the room, the card reader next to it blinked and the door clicked to allow her in. The room was dark and silent, with the curtains still open to the view over Delta City's skyline.

"Wow, that really is a nice view," Esha said aloud.

"Won't be the same in your prison cell," a voice spoke from the shadows.

"SHIT!" Esha jumped and turned just as the lights came on.

Lady Midnight sat at the dining room table, legs crossed with a smirk on her face. She stood up and walked toward the thief, who stepped away from her. "I guess you didn't learn your lesson yesterday, huh? I heard you beat up those cops."

"Yeah, well, those idiots had it coming," she replied.

"I'm going to give you one chance to do this the easy way, Barbara. You don't want any more bruises do you?"

Esha swallowed a lump in her throat and looked around the apartment, noticing a very expensive and very heavy looking candelabra on the same table where Lady Midnight had been sitting.

"Looking for a weapon, Esha?" Lady Midnight asked, stepping into her view. "Don't make his hard."

"Oh, no...I planned for this part," Esha said before swinging a leg up and catching the purple-clad heroine hard in the pussy with her shin.

"AGH!" Lady Midnight cried out in surprise and doubled over from the hit. She reached out and tried to grab Esha, but the thief jumped just out of range and opened her purse. Lady Midnight growled and began limping toward her, only for Esha to throw a small marble-sized object at her.

Lady Midnight cried out in surprise again, and breathed in the gas that exploded from the pellet. She staggered back, trying to find something to keep herself upright. She shook her head to stop the world from spinning, and came around just in time to see Esha swinging the candelabra at her head.

"Damn, this thing really is heavy..." Esha said after Lady Midnight hit the floor with a thud. She tested the weight of the candelabra and then looked down at the unconscious heroine as her massive tits rose and fell with shallow breathing. Esha laughed and went into her purse, rifling through the night's take until she found her roll of duct tape.

Within moments, Lady Midnight was hogtied and gagged, and Esha had free run of the suite. She took a pillowcase from the bedroom and stuffed it with jewelry, Lady Midnight's belt, a bottle of expensive wine, and the candelabra. When she found the safe, cracking the combination was a simple matter. Inside, Esha found a large book and a small wooden case. She looked at the book first, and noticed it was filled with countless names, none of which she recognized, so she tossed it aside. The wooden case was filled with miniature figurines.

"What the hell are these?" she asked herself, looking one of the funny little men over. She then shrugged, put it back in the case and closed it before stuffing it into the pillow case. If a rich lady like Jessica Winter was keeping something like these locked in a safe, they must be worth something.

Esha hoisted the pillow case over her shoulder and walked back into the living room, where Lady Midnight was conscious again. She was groggy, but her eyes were filled with fury as she watched Esha saunter past.

The thief then knelt down in front of the defeated heroine and ripped the gag off of her mouth hard enough to make her scream in pain.

"Better luck next time, love," Esha taunted before kissing Lady Midnight on the lips and leaving the suite with her loot.

Esha sat at her dining room table in just her panties, a half-full glass of wine in her hand as she clicked around the internet on her laptop. The case of figurines sat right next to the computer with everything else she had taken from the suite piled up at the end of the table. Her searched had started to enter its second hour, but she couldn't find anything online about the small figures she stole.

"Hmm..." she mused, picking one up and looking it over. This one had curly hair beneath his hat and stood with his hands on his hips and a smile on his face. Esha decided he was her favorite of the bunch. She stuck it between her tits and smirked, shaking him back and forth. "I wonder if Sara knows anything about where these might have come from. I'll have to pay her a visit..." she said aloud before downing the rest of the wine and turning her computer off, leaving the case open. She then plucked the figure from between her tits and took him with her, putting her on the nightstand next to her bed before climbing under the covers and turning off the lights.

***

Several hours later, the toilet flushed and the sink ran before Esha groggily stumbled back into her bedroom from the bathroom. She rubbed her eyes and made here way back to bed when she jumped and paused, noticing someone sitting up in the center of it.

Moonlight poured in through the window, illuminating a mischievous grin under a mop of curly hair that peeked out from beneath the hat on his head. Esha's eyes darted to the nightstand, where the figurine was missing, and she looked at the person again.

"That's right, sister. In the flesh," the little man said before jumping up and standing on the bed. At his full height, he was barely two and a half feet tall. "The name's Dash," he said, putting a small hand on his chest in introduction. "And you've been very naughty tonight, haven't you, Esha?" he asked while walking to the edge of the bed.

Esha blinked in confusion and stepped back. Her foot hit one of her high heel shoes that she took off after she got home. She then kicked the shoe into the air, caught it, and launched it at him.

"Shit!" Dash cursed and moved out of the way. His speed caught Esha off guard as he leapt through the air and toward her. He planted both feet square into her chest and sent her into the bedroom door, knocking the wind out of her and stunning the tall blonde.

Before Esha could recover, she yelped as a pair of surprisingly strong arms wrapped around her shapely legs and pulled her to the floor. Esha kicked, trying to get Dash off of her as he crawled up her body with a predatory grin, stopping long enough to play with her tits before they got face to face.

"It's up to us elves to punish naughty girls like you, Esha," he said to her, his rock-hard cock pressing against her belly.

Esha grunted and planted a punch in the little man's ribs, and hit him again after she realized the attack stunned him. He rolled off of her, holding his side.

"Ow! Stop hitting me!" Dash hissed at her as she quickly got to her knees.

Before Dash could recover, Esha let out a yell and lunged at him. The two become a writhing, tangled mass of limbs and flesh as they wrestled each other for domination. Esha tried to keep a hold on her opponent, even when she felt stubby, thick fingers fondle her supple flesh and slip into her pussy.

Dash simply laughed as he molested his opponent, and shifted his weight so that his penetration went deeper. He gripped and squeezed thigh meat with his free hand, and bit down on one of Esha's tits, causing her to cry out in surprise.

With a surge of strength, Esha managed to get to her feet and lifted her much smaller opponent with her. She then ran forward and launched him into her walk-in closet, making sure she threw him back far enough that she had time to slam the door shut before he could run out.

She then slumped against the door and sat down after locking it, her hair a tangled mess and her naked body glistening with sweat from the sudden exertion. She looked at the bruise the little monster left on her tit and at her erect nipple just below it. Inside the closet, she could hear him banging against the door.

"Let me out!" He demanded. "I swear, that fat ass is mine when I get free!"

"Little freak..." Esha growled and stood up, straightening her hair. She then walked to the bedroom door and out into the rest of her apartment to catch her breath. Once there, she took a few steps, paused, and sighed heavily before looking up.

"Oh shit...."

Five pairs of eyes were fixed on Esha. The other little men were scattered about her apartment. Some rubbed their hands and licked their lips while others approached her, but they all stood between her and the front door.

"Hey, maybe we can work something out..." she said quickly, holding her hands out. But they all charged and swarmed her as one.

Esha kicked and swung at them, but they managed to avoid her swinging limbs, and two grabbed her legs while the rest jumped up on her chest and shoulders until their collective weight pulled her down to the floor.

She screamed as they dragged her further into the living room, with two holding her legs and two holding her arms. The fifth one jumped on her stomach like it was a trampoline while pulling down his pants to revealing a stiff cock that was large for someone his size.

"No!" Esha screamed as her eyes went wide. The elf then grabbed the fleshly globes of her tits and squeezed them together before putting his cock in between and stroking back and forth as the others cheered and laughed.

While that was happening, she felt her wrists being tied the legs of her dining room chairs with alarming speed and skill, freeing up two of the elves from having to pin her down. One of them then grabbed the sides of her head and held tight while the other climbed on her face, pants down and cock already erect before he forced it into her mouth. The elf on her head gripped her hair tight and pulled as he kept thrusting in and out, forcing his rod to the back of her throat.

The elf between her tits kept pumping away and, during it all, Esha could feel her ankles being pulled apart and tied down. She then felt a pair of stubby hands tear her panties off.

"Mpmh!! Ngh!!" She let out a muffled protest that caused the elf riding her face to thrust harder, faster, and deeper. She managed to look to her side, and one of the elves stood over her, stroking his own cock with one hand while chugging the wine bottle with the other. Another was at her computer typing away. The elf on her chest laughed as he squeezed her tits and played with erect nipples. She then thought she heard her bedroom door open, followed by the closet door.

She barely had time to think about it, though, because the elf on her face unloaded himself into her mouth, causing her to gag. At the same time, the elf with the wine tossed the empty bottled aside as his body shuddered with ecstasy, he then shot a load across her face, his sticky came covering her shocked and glazed over expression like a mask.

The elf fucking her tits finished too, covering her chest and tits just after the elf on her face climbed down. The three elves who fucked her passed out on the floor, playing with their balls while the fourth still sat at her computer, typing away.

"Looks like the boys had their fun," a familiar voice spoke from the direction of the bedroom. Esha craned her neck and saw Dash and the fifth elf walk out, Dash stark naked with his growing cock in his hand. She tried to say something, but the cum in her throat caused her to gag and cough again as Dash caressed her thighs on his way to guiding his member home between her legs.

Esha gasped as he stretched her out, and the elf gripped handfuls of flesh and began pumping himself in an out of her, his face twisting in glee and delight. The fifth elf, the one who freed Dash, slipped underneath the helpless thief, and with seemingly little effort lifted the much larger human's hips into the air as he lay under her.

Esha's eyes bulged in surprise as the elf rammed his cock into her asshole and the two of them began fucking at the same time, laughing as she squirmed between them and tried to shake them off of her. She couldn't scream, she couldn't protest, all she could do was move her hips in time with theirs as they went in and out of her with a steady, increasing rhythm.

"I'm so glad Jess brought us along!" Dash said with a laugh without slowing his pace. The other elves laughed and cheered at the statement, and one of them slapped Esha's right tit.

"You think she'll let us take this one back with us?" another elf asked.

"I don't see why not," Dash answered. "She's on the naughty list like those other two we dealt with the other night."

It suddenly dawned on Esha who Jessica Winter really was when Dash said that and the phrase 'Naughty List'. Her heart raced in a panic at being dragged off to some far-off, frozen corner of the world for who knows what, and she struggled against her bonds, trying in renewed effort to get free. All the while, her pussy and ass were getting battered by Dash and the other elf while their friends urged them on.

"Oh! She's got some fight in her Dash!" One elf said.

"That she does," Dash confirmed. "You know what, let's all take this in the bedroom. I wanna see how strong her bed is!"

Before long, Dash and the other elf pulled out, their cocks still stiff and starting to drip. Esha's bonds were untied. She sat up and got on all fours to try and run, but several pairs of hands stopped her and two pairs grabbed her legs and pulled. She fell down on to her bare, sticky chest, and clawed at the floor.

"NOOO!!" she finally managed to cry out as five of the elves dragged her into the dark of her bedroom. She gripped the doorway with everything she had, but Dash simply laughed and pried her fingers loose so the other elves could pull her in. Dash then slammed the door shut once they were inside.

Jessica Winter sat in a chair in the living room suite clad in a red, see-through robe with white lace lingerie on underneath. The bra barely contained bountiful tits. She had one unblemished leg crossed over the other and, despite appearing to be in her 50s, her body was perfectly toned and fit. She tapped her slender fingers on the chair's arm while looking through a book with the other hand, the same book Esha took out of her safe and tossed aside.

And now Esha was kneeling in front of her, naked and tied and gagged with red and green ribbons, her still throbbing pussy dripping and a sheen on sweat covering her body. She looked up as Jessica's light blue eyes scanned the book.

"My, my, my...my dear Barbara, you have been very bad indeed," Jessica said, finally looking at her. "Dash," she spoke to the elf.

"Yeah, boss?" The elf asked from across the room.

"Take the gag out of her mouth so she can defend herself."

Dash moved across the room and did as ordered, but Esha stayed quiet.

"Now," Jessica continued. "I'm assuming you've worked out who I am."

Esha swallowed a lump in her throat. "Yo...you're Mrs. Claus..." she said, her head low.

"And I'm assuming you know what this is," Jessica then said, raising the book.

"That's your naughty list..."

"Do you have any idea how long your entry is, dear Barbara?"

"N...no ma'am...."

The book hit the floor in front of Esha with a thud. The open entry had her name at the top. Jessica then walked over and sat on the other side of the book and began flipping through the pages. "Your little escapade here at the hotel tonight carried you over to page number 9, my dear. More than anything, I'm upset you took that bottle of wine. It was a gift from Brenda Wade."

"It was good wine, boss," an elf called from somewhere else in the suite.

"I'm sure it was, Zippy," Jessica responded.

Esha looked up at her and pouted.

"I came here for a relaxing vacation and to see your beautiful city while my husband goes to work, only to have a local bad apple break into my room and rip me off. Imagine my surprise when I came up here after the party and found my room ransacked, and poor Lady Midnight subdued and tied up on the floor. She told me everything, Barbara."

"I...she was in my way?" Esha responded with a shrug.

To her surprise, Jessica smiled and leaned in. "Lady Midnight had some choice words for what she was going to do once she found you. It took me twenty minutes to calm her down. I told her I had a present for her. Do you know what that present was?"

"Y...you're going to turn me over to her?" Esha asked, wide eyed.

"Oh no..." Jessica said, leaning in even closer so her lips were right night to Esha's ear. "I'm taking you away from Delta City. For good."

Esha's heart skipped a beat as Jessica leaned back, still smiling. She then looking around when she felt the tiny hands of Jessica's elves fondling her. All six of them stood around her, grinning from ear to ear.

Jessica stood back up, and Esha realized for the first time that she was rather tall, almost six feet. Jessica then raised a bare foot and put it to Esha's chest, pushing her on to her back. "Usually, I let Krampus deal with naughty girls like you, but someone who takes up so much space on my list is a special case for a project I've been working on."

Esha whimpered and squirmed beneath her weight as the elves continued playing with her supple, slightly bruised flesh from their last encounter.

"My husband's big night is tomorrow night, so we don't leave for another day. I'm going to spend the day shopping with Angela Grear. Dash and the boys will have free run of the hotel room while I'm gone and they need something to keep themselves entertained. I don't let them watch TV. Too much negativity."

"No, please don't leave me with them! I'm sorry!" Esha pleaded.

Jessica looked up and nodded. Dash and his boys then laughed and picked Esha up as one, carrying her away while Jessica sat back down and poured herself a drink from a fresh bottle of wine.

Two days later, Jessica sat in a lavish office with her feet up on her desk and a cup of hot cocoa in one hand and her list in the other. The cold winds of the north pole blew outside her window and a steady snowfall descended. She took a moment to admire the scene and smile to herself when a knock came at her door. She took her feet down and closed the book, putting it on her desk. "Come in," she said.

Dash pushed the door open, a smile on his face. "We're ready, boss!" the elf reported.

"Wonderful," Jessica said before getting up and following Dash.

"You want me to ring the big guy and have him join us?" the elf asked her as they left the office and walked out onto a metal catwalk that stretched across the upper floor of a warehouse-like building.

"No, that's all right. He's had a long few days. Let him rest," she told him as they walked through the building, her heels clicking against the metal floor. Before long, Dash led Jessica to a large Christmas tree that almost touched the ceiling of the building.

Levels of wooden scaffolding surrounded the tree with busy elves milling about. Dash jumped up on the railing and sat down while Jessica leaned forward against the rail and looked the tree over.

"Magnificent..." she said, grinning from ear to ear.

From the bottom to the top, the tree was covered in naked women, bound and gagged with Santa hats on their heads. Some of the women wore masks, but all of them had closed eyes and swollen, pregnant bellies. Jessica nodded in approval when she looked at the top and saw the tree's three newest additions. Esha was bound and gagged in the center, with Panthris to her right and Queen Bee to her left; three souvenirs from her trip to Delta City.

"It'll be about a month before they start popping out elves and we can impregnate them again," Dash said. "But, with all of them, we should have plenty more help at the workshop in time for work to begin for next year."

"Good," Jessica said to him. "Now all these mischievous woman can stop harassing my sisters and finally do some good for the world."

"So we gonna go back and do it again next year?" Dash asked her, his eyes wide with hope.

"I don't see why not, Dash," Jessica smiled.

Dash, nodded, turned, and watched as some elves worked together to put a star at the top of the tree, right above Esha's head, and light it up once it was in place. "Merry Christmas, boss."

"Merry Christmas, Dash."