10 Ways To F**k Santa

By Erica Storm

April Johnson’s missing in action boss has been hiding out in his office and she suspects it’s because of the bonus checks and raises promised for Christmas. It has been four years to be exact, and the employees haven’t received their bonus nor have they seen the CEO of Steele Industries.
Christmas is coming, and if April doesn’t get a raise and her bonus check isn’t in the mail, she will confront Mr. Scrooge and give him the finger on her way out the door.

Dominic Steele built a company on the backs of his female employees and now it’s time to reward himself.
Will Dominic become Santa on Christmas or will April show him 10 ways she can f**k him?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erica Storm
• Release date: Oct 28, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370670871

Erica Storm

Hi, I'm Erica Storm and I write spicy erotica and erotic romance. I have over fifty short titles and box sets to arouse your senses. If you don't have the time to invest in a long novel, you can read my short stories on the go as you wait in the checkout lines. "When you read erotica you feel alive." Happy reading!

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April

Chapter One

April Johnson had been crammed inside an apartment in San Francisco for two years, as the owners of the building refurbished it, where they took a large three story prewar home and turned it into units small enough where she felt a dog’s kennel felt larger than where she was living and it would be a step up.

And with the walls so thin, all she could do was listen to the latest developments of her new neighbors.

Their latest and only developments were the sex they appeared to be having late at night on the sofa, on the kitchen table, on the floor, and in the shower. But tonight the recent development occurred in the bed. If she had her way she would have preferred that they didn’t use the bed for sex because for some reason it was next to the paper thin wall which separated her apartment from theirs.  

They were like her, young, energetic, and go getters willing to work all hours to become rich in the technology field. But with one exception they were a young couple and when they weren’t working they were fucking. And fucking. And fucking.

For heaven sake. Stop it this time of night, she screamed at the wall. But that never stopped anything. They got louder. And louder and louder. She had tried using ear-buds to lull herself to sleep, but not even that could silence the moans, groans, shouting, and kicking as the bed banged against the wall.

There were serious drawbacks living and working in San Francisco. She had given up spacious apartments in other neighboring cities to live in San Francisco where she could catch the trolley car to get to work. It was a little savings but not much.

As April lay in her bed wondering when she could get out of San Francisco and go someplace that didn’t feel as if she was dying, the noise of moaning and groining and descriptions of female body part grew louder and unbearable.

That’s right put it all in your mouth. Yes. Yes. I want to feel your throat on my tip. Now take more of my cock. I want to know that you’re mine, a male voice said shouting at the top of his lungs. Or it appeared to be shouts but April couldn’t be sure.

Obviously the woman couldn’t speak because she was probably occupied making the man’s dreams come true at her own discomfort.

It’s not that April was opposed to early morning sex, on the contrary, she would have loved to have had such mind blowing sex and waking them up instead. But she wasn’t that lucky and she had to get up early to travel to a job she mildly enjoyed. And as soon as she received her Christmas bonus check, she would be able to evaluate whether she would stay on at her company because she needed an apartment where the walls weren’t paper thin so she could bring a date by and maybe get lucky enough to disturb someone early in the morning with screams of ecstasy.

I’m coming baby. Now swallow it because I have more where that came from. Yes. Yes that’s my girl. 

Maybe he was whispering, but because of how thin the walls were it sounded as if he was lying in the bed next to April, and she was the one he was forcing his penis down her throat. April thought banging on the wall would stop the disturbing incessant unpleasant titillating noise.

I can hear you, she said. It’s three a.m. in the morning and I have to get to work by six.

Shut up. Can’t you see I’m trying to get an orgasm? the hoarse voiced yelled.

No, I can’t see, thank God. Next time put a ball inside your mouth.

Wow. You sound kinky and a little slutty to me. Would you like to join us? the voice said in a low seductive tone amid the moans and whispers of Yes. Yes. That’s good right there. Keep doing what you’re doing, he said.

Not on your life would I join you two perverts, now shut the fuck up and let me get some sleep.

Anything for you, babe. I like the sound of your voice and just made me come again.

For Christ sake. And April stirred in the bed moving around and pulled the pillow over her head, and tried to get back to sleep. She couldn’t because she was up. Wide awake and irritated. She couldn’t deny that she was aroused by the sounds coming from the apartment next door.

Frustrated, she stepped on the wood floor. Then she heard someone banging on their ceiling. It was coming at her all kinds of ways now. 

Standing in one spot and closing her eyes then inhaling and exhaling, she tramped to her small kitchen to get some peace and get something to eat. She opened the fridge and looked around.

Putting her hand on the coke in a can she sighed, If I drink that I’ll be up all night, no way. So she poured herself a small glass of orange juice and took a bite of a cold raison bagel without toasting it. Then she sat at the table where only two people could sit comfortably if one was a midget. The chairs and table looked like something you would find in a children’s doll house of the rich.

Looking around at the miniature kitchen, she said, What am I doing here? She put her hand under her chin. I have to get out of this place. Then she glanced down at her cat. Obviously her complaining and the neighbor’s erotic moans had awakened him.

It probably made her tom cat horny because he signaled by jumping up on the window sill that he wanted out of that place. April raised the window and her cat took off. April sucked in a large breath and put her head down.

When she raised her head her clock alarm went off at precisely six a.m.

She rushed into the room to take a shower and heard her neighbor banging on the wall. Do something with that damn clock, he said. If I have to be awakened at this god awful hour of the morning, then my sexual habits shouldn’t bother you.

After thinking about whether she should answer him or not, she decided the wise thing to do was to let it ride. She walked into her tiny shower and stayed only long enough where she could refresh herself for a long endless day of reading emails and answering calls for an absent boss who rarely shows his face.

In fact it had been so rare that in the two years of working at Steele’s International, she had never seen him, which was fine with her. She hoped he stayed up in his ivory tower and never brought his ass down at least until she had a chance to get her raise where she could buy a car, and get a decent place to live in one of the neighboring cities where rent was cheaper, but the commute was hell.

At least she wouldn’t have to go to work aroused each morning.

April dressed in her dark blue suit with a white shirt, applied a little makeup, applied her lip gloss, and sprayed something on her curly afro to give it a shine. She stood back and said, Looking good, April. Now get your happy ass out. You’re going to be late.

She placed her expensive red bottom high heels into her bag for a meeting at a local bar with her girlfriends. She looked forward to that meet up on Fridays. And now since it was December they would trade information about their bosses, bonus checks, and Christmas parties.

Reaching for her purse containing her limited luxuries like an expensive lipstick and shoes, she locked her door and trotted down the hallway. She turned slightly when she heard a door open and close, and then the sound of footsteps behind her. As she reached the stairs she peeked behind her.

Their eyes met and she knew by his conversation behind the skeletal wall he would say something. She felt it would be better if she ignored him. I like what I’m seeing, his voice low and seductive. Not a bad voice. But could she risk turning to see the face behind the voice. Against her judgement she turned slightly. Big mistake. Then she walked quickly praying that he wouldn’t close the distance between the two of them.

Well, I don’t like what I just saw, April said. She couldn’t help herself. She had to say something. Big mistake.

Don’t get me wrong. I love black chicks and you have an ass that I would like to ride and a mouth well you know what I would do with it.

Oh my god, April thought. Look what I just unleashed.

Stopping in her tracks and pivoting around to face him, she reached into her bag, If you don’t stop harassing me I’m going to tell your girlfriend.

Go ahead. She already asked me if I would ask you if you wanted to do a threesome, he said causally with a closed grin. April’s mouth opened wide and she rolled her eyes and at the same time pulled something out of her purse.

Do you see this?

Your car keys. What are you some kind of ninja warrior where you can kill me with your keys?

No. It’s mace and I going to spray it on you and then I’m going to kick you in the balls and you won’t be able to fuck your girlfriend for weeks or months if I’m lucky. He raised his hands in surrender.

Reviews for 10 Ways To F**k Santa

[J. Berry · Rating: 1 out of 5 stars]

I wanted to love this, but couldn’t. There are lots of grammatical errors, the plot moves too fast, and some of the dialogue is just ridiculous. This story had so much potential.