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A Christmas Story, Part 1

There was a reason everyone in the office couldn't stop staring at Ellie.

Well, actually, there were multiple. The bone structure of her face, for one, was immaculate. Her strong cheekbones gave her a look of graceful power. Then there were her brown eyes, eyes that looked like they belonged to Aphrodite herself. And a smile that could steal the heart of anyone, with lips that seemed to be designed to look as sensual as possible. Her dark brown lightly curled locks flowed down past her shoulders, although she usually wore her beautiful hair up.

She tried to dress conservatively sometimes, she really did. But even when she buttoned her shirts up all the way to the collar, they couldn't hide the shapes of her plump breasts. There was no question among anyone that she had the nicest boobs in the office. They weren't big enough to give her any serious back problems or anything, but she often caught the men in the office staring at them even when she covered them up with boring office attire. So she eventually gave up and decided she might as well show them off a little. She didn't mind the attention; in fact, she was proud of her body, and spent a lot of time in the gym. This was evidenced in the photos she posted on social media of her at the beach, displaying her toned stomach and waist.

Her bottom half only got better. Her hips were nicely shaped, and her legs where alluringly athletic. Strong calves, and powerful thighs. And then there was her ass. It was a wonder on its own, two large, firm, perfectly shaped buttcheeks. The sight of her ass wiggling as she marched around the office was enough to put most men and women in a daze.

Combine the ass, legs, chest, and face, and you have Ellie, arguably the most beautiful woman in the western hemisphere. People who didn't know her that well often wondered what her background was. Some thought she was Latina. Others proposed Philipino. There were those that thought she might be a mix of many different backgrounds. Either way, she attracted a lot of attention, and although she did enjoy some of it, not all of it was welcome.

In fact, sometimes her coworkers made her a little uncomfortable. At least, they used to. But her coworkers quickly learned that Ellie was not to be messed with, that she could put her foot down and get her way if she wanted to. They realized she was like a poisonous flower: beautiful and wonderful, but deadly if touched the wrong way.

But you couldn't see that by looking at her. Especially not as she stood in the corner of the room at one of the annual Christmas parties.

She was looking sexier than usual that night. She had red heels on, and green socks with reindeer patterned on them that went up to her knees. The red and white stripes of her skirt seemed to be painted on her skin, and it barely reached the middle of her thighs. The individual shapes of her two buttcheeks were proudly on display; her skirt may as well not have been there at all. She was also wearing what seemed to be the thinnest button up blouse ever, tucked into her skirt. It was loose, but still hinted at the shapes of her plump breasts, and the top buttons were open, giving an enticing view of her cleavage.

Her hair was down, as thick and beautiful as ever. Two Christmas tree earrings hung from her ears, and she wore a puffy Santa hat on her head, which had two plush reindeer antlers sticking out of the side.

She looked cute and festive, the brightest star of the party. If you saw her, you would have no idea how dangerous she could be. But you would get an impression of her threatening nature if you anywhere near her in that moment.

Ellie looked around at the party, her light brown eyes slowly moving from person to person. In one hand, she held a cup of hot chocolate, with whipped cream on top. A peppermint cane stuck out of her mouth, trapped between her lips. It wiggled around, evidently being batted around by her tongue inside of her mouth. Her free hand rested on her hip.