Fucking Santa Claus

Natalie had been working at Harry’s Hardware for three months, ever since moving to this Podunk town with her parents. At nineteen, Natalie hadn’t found anyone to hook up with since moving from New York City and was dying to get laid.

When Harry said his twenty-two-year-old son, Chris, was coming home for Christmas to work at the store, Natalie had assumed he would be as wholesome as his father. It had taken less than a week for them to start hooking up on the pallets of dog food after hours.

When Chris dresses up as Saint Nick for the holidays, Natalie knows that she's going to be a naughty elf this year.