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I love Bill Maher. Never miss his HBO show on Friday nights.

Imagine the fun I had when he used Scrooge and Dickens’ “Christmas Carol” as part of his New Rules!! Funnier yet was when Bill talked about Scrooge’s clerk “going down” in his segment.

Just like in my “A Naughty Christmas Carol” novella when Jinger–the secretary to my Scrooge-like Wall Street trader, Nick Radnor–gives him what he wants in the opening scene — EXCERPT:

Was that the door opening? The sound of jingle bells in his office?

And the smell of perfume. Spicy with an underlying hint of a female aroused.

“Mr. Radnor…”

The perfume was overpowering now.

Nick didn’t take his eyes off his computer screen. “Come back later, Jinger, I’m busy.”

Jinger Hunt, office girl extraordinaire. Summa cum laudeColumbia. Business and finance. Then a year of law school until her money ran out. She tried working as an escort, but the johns complained she was too smart. She intimidated them with her brains and they lost their erection. Came to work for him as his secretary.

Nick paid her a good salary, but Jinger kept bucking for a promotion to the board room. Women didn’t belong there, he insisted, no matter how smart they were.

So Jinger quit, then came back. Said she’d play the game his way. She needed a job. They compromised. She called herself his executive personal assistant, a fancy name she came up with, but in his mind she was still his secretary. She kept his calendar, scheduled his meetings and prepared his financial documents.

She also looked great doing it.

“Have you forgotten our appointment?” Jinger purred.

Nick looked up. “Holy shit.”

He had been so engrossed in his stock portfolio that he’d forgotten their holiday fuck. A tradition he initiated her first year working for him. How long ago was that? Five, six years? He’d lost track.

Jinger didn’t.

Standing in the doorway, the six-foot tall blonde wore red high heels, a black garter belt and black stockings with a red-and-white striped candy cane strapped to her thigh. She wore nothing else but a leather collar around her neck studded with rhinestones and jingle bells.

Seeing her standing there with her bare pussy dusted with gold holiday glitter turned him on. Big-time. His boxers felt tighter than they had a minute ago. Fuck the Asian markets. They could wait.

Nick couldn’t take his eyes off her, her Santa cap tilted to one side, the furry white ball on the end swaying back and forth as she hung a sprig of mistletoe on a light fixture.

To put him in the mood? He licked his lips. Man, just looking at her sweetened his day.

He took in the curve of her big breasts and tight brown nipples. For a women her size, she had amazing breasts. He liked to bury his face in her cleavage, then fuck her while standing her against the wall. In heels, she was still an inch shorter than he was.

No woman ever towered over him. In business or in bed.

Never taking her eyes off his, Jinger pulled the long candy cane from her black garter and began licking it, nice and slow.

Did it just get hotter in here?

Nick wasted no time shedding his pin-striped Armani suit, white shirt and silk tie. Then his shoes and socks. Jinger never stopped licking the candy cane, twirling her tongue around the curved head, making sucking noises that pleased him. He couldn’t wait for her minty lips to go around his dick.

Her eyes widened when his cock popped out of his boxers like a jack-in-the-box.

Ready for action.

“Have you been naughty or nice, Jinger?” Nick said, running his hand up and down his long shaft.

“Naughty, Mr. Radnor,” she cooed, “very naughty.”

She wiggled her shoulders to prove her point, then yanked off the Santa cap and tossed it to him.

Nick caught it and plopped it on his head. “Come to Santa, baby.”

Jinger smiled wide, then threw the candy cane into the trashcan. She sat down on his lap and played with the curly black hairs on his chest, her long shiny nails sending prickles of heat down to his groin. Without missing a beat, Nick opened his mouth to claim hers in a kiss, his tongue diving between her red lips. Instinctively, he pulled her closer to him, crushing her nude breasts against his chest, his tongue working overtime exploring her mouth.

The taste of sugary peppermint cooled his tongue, but not his desire. His hard cock moved against her belly, trying to find its way into her.

“Not yet, Santa,” Jinger said, breaking the kiss. Her voice was husky, her half-opened eyes dreamy.

“Don’t tease me, Jinger,” Nick said in a brusque tone. She stiffened. He hadn’t meant for his words to sound harsh, but he was tense. Way tense. Christmas always did this to him. He just wanted the damned holiday over with.

“I know how to relax you,” she whispered, grabbing his dick, her long fingers curling around his shaft, then sliding her hand up and down. Higher each time until her fingertips brushed the swollen, sensitive head. She squeezed it just enough to make him suck in his breath. He grabbed her hair and pulled on it, clenching his teeth.

Damn, he couldn’t hold back much longer.

Jinger sensed his hunger for her hot pussy. She slipped a red holiday condom on his dick then did what any good secretary would do.

She sat on his cock.

——————  from “A Naughty Christmas Carol”

Great show, Bill, as always!! Can’t wait till you return on January 13th.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!

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