The Elves and I [A Red Garters, Snow and Mistletoe Tale]
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by Catrina Calloway
Category: Erotica/Group-Orgy Erotica/Romance
Description: Marni Sands is spoiled, pampered and has never done a day's work in her life. Arrested for speeding through a small town traffic circle, Marni's defiant attitude makes the judge think long and hard about her punishment. He assigns her 'community service' in Christmas Town, where she's to (horror of all horrors!) work with the elves that live there and help them create toys for some very needy children. Meet Kip, Noel, and Eldan, the three hot, hunky elves assigned to keep Marni in line. She needs a firm hand--on a very luscious part of her beautiful anatomy. It is hard to discipline such a gorgeous human, particularly when she divulges a painful secret--the mystery that has kept her miserable for most of her life. If tough-love won't work, the elves have only one solution: to turn Marni into a caring elf, capable of holiday cheer, they must make love to her as often as possible. Only then will they be able to convince her that good can triumph over evil, and love really does conquer all.
eBook Publisher: Resplendence Publishing, LLC, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: November 2009
15 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [120 KB]
Reading time: 63-88 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
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"This is ridiculous!" Marni Sands hissed through clenched teeth.
Her lawyer whispered from the corner of her mouth, "Sit there and be quiet."
"Just who does that judge think he is?"
The attorney rolled her eyes. "He's the one who's going to decide your fate for the next ninety days."
Marni jumped when Judge Nicholas Saint pounded the gavel.
"Counselor, this is the last time I'm going to tell you--control your client."
He scanned the documents in front of him. "Speeding in our traffic circle, eh, Ms. Sands?" He narrowed his eyes. "Driving while intoxicated?"
"I was framed!" Marni shot to her feet. "My butler and maid planted those two opened vodka bottles on the floor in back of my Mercedes. They'd do anything to get me in trouble because I fired their sorry asses for stealing."
Behind her, the two arresting officers snickered--loudly. Marni placed her hands behind her back and lifted one of her middle fingers. She wished she could personally tell the two arrogant assholes to fuck-off.
"Ms. Sands, do you expect me to believe such a load of nonsense?"
"Your honor, may I speak?" Marni's lawyer ventured.
"Go ahead, counselor." The judge leaned back in his chair, folding his hands across his ample belly.
She rose and placed a hand on Marni's shoulder, shoving her down into her chair.
"My client is a law-abiding citizen, and a respected member of her community. She's also been forced to live in the limelight because of her family's wealth and reputation."
"I'm well aware of that, counselor."
"Yes, well, my point is that my client's notoriety attracts the paparazzi. Ms. Sands was forced to speed through your town's traffic circle by the photographers pursuing her and--"
"Why didn't she call the police?"
"Unfortunately, my client could not reach her cell phone."
The judge stroked his long, white beard. "Doesn't she have that new-fangled, what the heck is it called?" He glanced at one of the bailiffs. "My brother San, he's got one in his sleigh--you get your phone calls through it, and navigation--"
"It's called 'My Gig' your honor." The bailiff replied.
"Right. My Gig." Judge Saint leaned forward, resting his robed forearms on top of the bench. "Does your client have one of those?"
She sighed. "Yes, she does."
"Then she should have used it to call the police for help. Instead, she chose to speed through our traffic circle. The officers say she was doing sixty in a twenty-five mile an hour zone. And..." He held up his index finger. "She refused to take a sobriety test."
"Because I didn't have anything to drink!" Marni objected. Panic well inside her. It was time to pull out the big guns if she didn't want to spend the holidays in jail. "Your honor, may I approach the bench?" She used her silkiest tone.
He crooked his index finger. "Come forward."
"I don't think this is a good idea." Her attorney whispered. "You know how these small towns are. Just plead guilty, pay the fine and we'll get you out of here."
She brushed past her lawyer and stood in front of Judge Saint.
"You've got exactly..." He pulled a gold watch from his pocket; it dangled on a long chain. "Two minutes, starting now."
She licked her lips, tossing back her blonde hair over one shoulder.
Marni lowered her voice. "How about we work this out, together, in your chambers?" She batted her eyes, pushing out her new, "C" cup, surgically altered breasts. "I'm sure we could come up with a sizable donation, which I'd be willing to make to the town of River's End, if you catch my meaning."
Marni knew how to work her angles. She had quite a few judges in her pocket--this one would be no different.
Seconds went by. It became so quiet, Marni thought she could hear a pin drop in the courtroom.
"Ms. Sands," the judge finally said. "I'm older than dirt. I've seen it all and heard it all, but you take the proverbial cake." He rapped the gavel on the bench.
She jumped out of her skin for the second time that evening.
"I'd throw you in jail if I thought it would help, but I can see that you've got a lot to learn. I'm suspending your driver's license and I hereby sentence you to thirty days of community service in Christmas Town."
She scowled. "Christmas Town? What the hel--I mean, heck--is Christmas Town? Is that like the outlets?"
"It is not a shopping mall." The look he gave her could freeze water. "It's a small, self-contained community within our little town of River's End."
"What am I supposed to do there?"
"You'll just have to wait and see, now won't you?"