Chapter 1

 

 

Calvin had fallen into a deep slumber, sometime after 11pm on Christmas Eve, when the sound of sleigh bells and horses brought him back to a wakeful state. He looked over at the clock mounted on the wall, it read 1am.

He was a bachelor, with no close family to spend the holidays with so Calvin had rented a cabin on the outskirts of Bangor, Maine. Sure, it was a lonely way to spend the holidays, but he and his girlfriend had recently broken up so his plans for the holiday season, which had consisted of going to Vermont to spend the time with her and her family were abruptly cancelled. Not that it really mattered, he had never gotten along very well with them anyhow, and he had only been going there to make her happy and to have plans of some sort.

Thinking he had just dreamed the bells and noises outside, he closed his eyes and attempted to drift off once more.

The bells sounded again, followed by a loud rapping on the door of the cabin.

Groaning, Calvin flung the blanket off and slid to the carpeted floor. Dressed in his plaid boxers and a t-shirt that identified him as a 'certified bikini inspector,' he padded barefoot to the front door. If he were back in Detroit - the city he normally called home - there was no way he'd be answering a door at night, without a gun in hand. However, being that it was Christmas Eve and that he was in the great state of Maine, he chanced it, figuring it was simply a wild animal - maybe a raccoon - causing mischief.

Taking a second to rake a hand through his short unruly blonde hair, he unlocked and opened the front door. That was when his jaw dropped. After staring for a minute - maybe ten - time seemed to be standing still, he snapped his mouth shut.

Parked beside his green Jeep Wrangler was a red sleigh, led by eight reindeer. It was identical to what he would envision Santa's sleigh to look like, just minus Rudolf and the big jolly guy.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," he muttered.

Instead of Santa, sitting up front with the reins in hand was a little man, with a scowl on his face, dressed in a stereotypical green with white trim Santa's elf costume. Sitting inside the sleigh, was a very hot young dark-haired woman. The bodice of her little red Santa's helper outfit, dipped low and her ample cleavage threatened to spill out. The skirt trimmed in white, flared out, barely covering her ass, but giving him a good view of her long, toned legs.

This had to be some type of prank.

"What's going on?" he finally asked.

"We're elves and we're here to take you to Santa's village for your Christmas gift," the male elf explained. Nodding toward the back of the sleigh he added, "Now get in so we can get going."

Laughter erupted within Calvin. He took a couple of steps out onto the snow-lined front porch and immediately regretted it as the cold snow and ice surrounded his feet, causing him to shiver violently. He wrapped his arms around himself in an attempt to fend off the cold December, Maine chill. He looked in both directions wondering if perhaps a few of his buddies were lurking in the bushes, and were playing a prank on him. It didn't seem likely considering all of his friends were with their families for the holidays.

His laughter subsided when he noticed there was no one around other than the elves. He pointed to the female elf in the back seat. "There's no way she's an elf. She's hot! She could be a runway model. She's nearly as tall as I am!" And she could. And she was. He reckoned she was not even six inches shorter than his six foot two frame.

At his compliment the hard-haired woman in the back giggled and chewed on her lower lip, eyeing him seductively. The female elf leaned across the red leather seat and opened the door. "Come on in baby, we'll take you for a ride."

Calvin's laughter stopped completely and a frown replaced the smile. Were these people crazy? Was he in the middle of some fucked up Christmas horror movie?

He took a couple of steps backwards, back inside the cottage. "You know what, I think I'll pass. Thanks for stopping by."

He was in the process of closing the cabin door when he heard the male elf huff, "Listen man, I've got a lot to do tonight." Calvin opened the door wide again and looked at the elf. The elf reached into the inner pocket of his green jacket and pulled out a scroll. He opened the scroll and glanced at it. "You're Calvin Graham and earlier tonight, before you went to bed, you made a request to Santa to get laid. Is that not correct?"

Calvin laughed. "Yah, but I was kidding."

The elf heaved a loud sigh and shook his head, then looked back down at the scroll. "I will quote you: 'Damn, would I ever love it if Santa would get me laid for Christmas ' Unquote. Were those not your exact words?"

Fuck, they were my exact words. Exact!