The Prefect Present: Santa's Harem

*Sneak Peak*

Chapter 1: The Hottie Of The Past

Name: Bernadette Louisé

Age: 26

Height: 5 ft 10

Reason For Participating: THE MONEY GOD DAMN IT!

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I can't believe I wrote that.

Heck, I'll press enter anyway.

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Congratulations, you have successfully submitted your application.

Please attend our selection process tomorrow at The Marquee from 8pm to 12am.

There will be no retrials.

-The Management

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" HELL YEAH!" I did a fist pump and rolled around my sofa, knocking my old laptop over and almost squashing my fat old pet cat, Gládys.

She mewed at me angrily : Watch it.

" Oops, sorry." I apologized, "But just think of it Gládys! 8,888,888 fucking dollars! We'd get a penthouse and move out of this... place."

My second-hand apartment was overgrown with weeds, I only had a refrigerator, a single bed with a sunken bedframe that creaked, a working toilet and a shower that didn't channel hot water, a small closet, a dusty sofa, and a rug (for Gládys).

I've had unpaid bills that were only paid when they took my stove and TV set and grandfather clock.

Gládys hissed at me. Poor puss, she loved her rug and torn up sofa.

" It's snooze time Gládys. I told you no more midnight snacks."

I walked into my bathroom, washed my face and brushed my teeth, and changed into a bathrobe and wore my bunny slippers.

Gingerly slipping into bed, I turned off my phone and charged it.

Tomorrow ( or today, since it's already 12am) is going to be the day of my life.

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8am, The Next Day...

I felt a heavy lump on top of my stomach, and knew it was that spoilt cat.

" Gládys..." I groaned, " I know, you're hungry."

After feeding that brat, I began my morning routine: brush my teeth, take a shower, make breakfast and feed Gládys ( Again.)

" Fuck... I ran out of fruits and bread."

Snatching my duffel bag, trench coat, sun hat and sunglasses, I strapped on my heel skates ( gotta love 'em) and headed out.

You see, I was heading for K-mart in incognito mode. Since I was dead broke and had declared bankruptcy ages ago, I was not buying my groceries. Let's just say I was borrowing the food from people right after purchasing them outside K-mart forever without their permission.

My conscience would tear a piece out of me everytime.

Skating at a devilish speed, I snatched a loaf of whole grain bread and a baguette out of a young lady's paper bag before performing a Tokyo Drift into an alleyway to hide.

" Stupid youngster!" I heard her scream.

I wrapped my loot in plastic cling wrap and stuck a phony price tag onto it before making sure that my victim was gone.

Putting on my trench coat, sun hat and sunglasses, I changed my heel skates into a pair of Doctor Martens.

I missed luxury, so so much. To think I used to have branded but was bankrupt ? A big fat joke. Worst of all, I was literally committing daylight robbery.

I eyed the people one by one, until I found my poor male victim who had bought a pomegranate, five oranges, a box of grapes and two mangosteens.

Working out paid off. I ran towards the man and seized his whole grocery bag before I sped towards a series of houses and hid between them. Shoving them into my duffel bag, I removed the coat and the sun hat.

Turning around after I was done changing, I got pounced by that very man whom I had robbed.

I realized he was huge and muscular. I could feel his packs against my thin cotton polo tee, and his obnoxious bulge in his pants. Men.

" I'm sorry! Oh my God, you can have your fucking fruits back!"

He smelled of someone all too familiar.

I writhed my way out and unzipped the bag, then tossed the grocery bag at him.

Then I took flight with the rest of my items.

Holy shit... I'll never rob at the same place again. I've only bread now.

Hopping as I put on my skates, I almost tripped over twice.

Skating ( for my life), I skidded through town and quickly unlocked my door.

" Gládys!" I hollered out of fright, slammed the door and curled up to hug her.

She felt like mush in my arms, soft , warm and liquid like.

I heard my door open, and I mentally cursed myself for not locking it after. Idiot!

" I knew it was you," a deep voice spoke, " Barney."

" Don't call me that!" I snap.

Damn this man to hell.

" I'm surprised at you," Mykale laughed, mockingly, " To think you still live in here. My, is the clock missing?"

" Get out," I sigh, " I've no time for your shit."

" Gládys seems like she's lost weight... What, you fed her cheap cat food?"

" SHUT UP MYKALE! LEAVE!"

" I'm sure she's not the only pussy who wants to be stroked by me..." he looks at me with a smirk.

" You're right," I smile at him seductively, "Stray bitches want you as well."

" I'm highly offended. Wipe that dirty grin off your face, I can't believe you'd rob. What happened to the woman that I used to know?"

" It's your fault I was jobless! Apparently SOMEONE had a boner and decided to come in and fuck me on my desk. And my boss entered after that same SOMEONE started groaning so loudly." I stare at him in disgust, " Pig."

" Well that someone just got a boner again." He strode towards me, but there Gládys was, the barrier between us.

Thank the heavens for Gládys.

" I have better things to do, ex-boyfriend. Hasta la Vista babe!"

" Nice knowing you, Ms Louisé." He grumbled.

I shooed him out of my house desperately, but I knew he was peering through my windows.

Scribbling on a napkin, I pasted it onto the window:

Get lost or I'll call the cops for invasion of privacy, dickhead!

And he left.

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So this is the trailer for Santa's Harem!

It is Book 1 of The Perfect Present Trilogy.

Leave a comment to tell me what you think!

While I try to update The 101 Class For Sex.