Page 23 of Forbidden Billionaires, Vol. 9

I karate kicked the lever.

The conveyor belt stopped just in time to keep Ash from falling off. And then it started moving in the opposite direction.

Ash was safe. Now I just had to figure out how she was gonna get off that belt before it took her through the brick wall and into Santa’s workshop.

“Ash!” I yelled. “When the belt gets close to that big present, jump off!” It would cushion her fall.

“I can’t!” she yelled back.

“Yes you can!”

“No I can’t! My leg stopped working.” She was still flat on her back clutching at her calf as the conveyor belt carried her away.

Shit. “Slavanka, come help me get Ash.”

She nodded and pulled away from Tommy. And then we both sprinted towards a ladder going up the side of one of the giant presents.

There were more presents stacked on top of the first layer, so we had to navigate through a bit of a maze, but eventually we got to where the belt passed close to the presents.

The gap looked a lot bigger up here than it had from the ground.

I suddenly had a flashback to earlier in the night when I’d been crawling between the balconies.

There was no time to dilly dally, though. Because Ash had already passed us and was getting closer to the brick wall every second. From up here I could see some sort of sorting machine inside that did not look human-friendly.

While I was looking at that, Slavanka sailed effortlessly through the air and landed square on the belt.

“Easy, easy,” she said, waving me towards her.

Here goes nothing…

I stepped back a few feet to get more of a running start. And then I went for it.

Just like Slavanka, I sailed through the air. And somehow I actually landed on the belt.

Slavanka had to catch my arm to keep me from falling off the other side, but I still made it.

“Hold on, Ash!” I yelled. “We’re coming!”

Since we were running the same direction as the belt, we reached her in no time.

“Leg break?” asked Slavanka.

“I think it’s just a cramp,” said Ash.

“I got you, girl.” I jumped over her and pushed on her foot to stretch out her calf. “Better?”

Ash moved her leg a little. “Much better. Ah! Watch out!”

I spun around and the wall was inches from my face. I ducked just in time to avoid being decapitated. I was worried that I was going to have to deal with the sorting machine, but luckily the conveyor belt split off, sending me and my girls each down a different side belt.

Ash screamed, but I wasn’t sure why.

I got hit by the most refreshing blast of warm air as the belt carried me into some sort of spa. It smelled like pine trees and fire. Not in like a forest fire sort of way. More like snuggling up with a good book between a crackling fire and a freshly cut Christmas tree.

The belt carried me under an arch supported by two candy cane pillars. And then two very handsome Christmas elves in green lederhosen helped me off the belt and walked me over to a comfy recliner on an island in the center of a pool of icing.

Before I knew it, there was a warm towel on my forehead and the elves began massaging my shoulders with their little but very strong hands.

“Welcome to Santa’s Spa,” said the surprisingly deep voice of a third elf.

Holy shit he’s hot. The suspenders of his lederhosen framed his bulging, shirtless pecs. The leather work gloves covering his strong forearms made him seem so rough and manly. And don’t even get me started on his sharp jaw line and pointed ears.

Are those real? They looked real.

But of course they weren’t. Because this was just some short king that Ghostie and Teddybear had found. Right? They’d really gone above and beyond. They totally could have just like…closed Santa’s Workshop off. They didn’t have to do a whole spa thing.

I wasn’t complaining, though.

Because these three elves were the hottest short kings I’d ever seen. #ShortKingLongDick. I hope.

“What kind of syrup would you like for today’s treatment?” he asked. “We have golden delicate, amber rich, dark robust, very dark, and very very dark. Or if you aren’t a syrup kinda gal, we can just do straight molasses.”

Syrup? I’d had a lot of spa treatments, but never one involving syrup. Maybe it was some sort of code for what kinda dick I was about to get? Straight molasses sounded intriguing…but I really wanted this particular elf to fuck me. And he looked more like he’d be amber rich. “Amber rich,” I said.

“Excellent choice.” He walked over to a wall of syrup bottles and grabbed one of the lighter bottles shaped like a big maple leaf.

His muscles bulged as he twisted the top off.

“This might tickle at first,” he said as he walked back to me.

“But just lie back and try to relax.” He tossed the top of the bottle aside and knelt in front of me.

And then he grabbed my knees and slowly spread my legs.

Is he about to…

Yes. Yes he is.

I gasped as he poured the thick syrup all over my pussy. And I gasped even louder when he started lapping it up with his tongue.

The combination of the cool syrup and his warm tongue was fucking amazing.

I would have grabbed his head to push him further, but the other two elves had moved from my shoulders down to my arms. It was fine though, because the syrup elf kept going deeper and deeper even without my assistance.

At this point, he was hardly licking the syrup at all. His tongue was so deep inside of me.

“Oh God,” I moaned.

He spread my thighs further as the other elves moved to my tits, slowly massaging my delicate nipples. His tongue swirled around my wetness.

And it was all too much. Every muscle in my body seized up and I thrust my pussy towards the syrup elf. His tongue going deeper just made the orgasm that much better.

This must have gone on for at least like twenty more minutes. I lost track of time. I even lost count of how many orgasms they gave me. If they’d been part of the contest, they totally would have won.

The syrup elf gave me one final long, slow lick from my pussy to my belly button. And then he wiped his mouth.

“Delicious,” he said with a seductive smile.

I looked down. There wasn’t a drop of syrup left on me. That naughty little elf had licked me completely clean.

“Would you like to try another flavor?” he asked. “I’d recommend the very very dark.”

For real? YES. I wanted to stay here forever and let all the elves lick syrup off my pussy. But also… I needed to get back to the orgy. It had already been quite a while. If the guys left before someone won, then the alliance would be off.

“I really must be going,” I said.

Syrup elf gave me the saddest little nod. “As you wish. Before you go, may I drape you in some jewelry as a token of my appreciation for the time we’ve spent together this evening?”

“Of course.”

“Excellent! One moment, please.” He ran off and came back with buckets of Christmas lights.

I thought he said jewelry?

But then he pulled a strand out, and my eyes lit up. The whole thing looked like it had been dipped in silver. And the housing for each light was surrounded by little diamonds.

The three elves gently wrapped the lights around me.

When they were finished, they led me over to a giant mirror.

Somehow, they’d turned the long strand of lights into a double stacked choker, bracelets all up and down both my arms, a sexy crisscrossed belt, and even two garters on my thighs. It was like a cross between lingerie and jewelry, all made out of diamond studded Christmas lights.

“I’m stunning,” I gasped. Although I don’t know why I was surprised. I always looked stunning. I guess I just looked extra stunning all wrapped in these lights.

The elves led me down a candy cane lined hallway and helped me onto another conveyor belt.

“It’s been a pleasure,” said syrup elf. All three elves knelt and bowed their heads.

“Wait!” I called to them as the belt took me away. “Do they turn on?”

“They will!” called syrup elf.

But like…when? I really wanted to see how hot I’d look when these things were all lit up. Those diamonds were gonna be sparkly as fuck.

The belt angled up slightly and then merged with another belt. I had to duck as that second belt took me through a little hole in a brick wall back into the glass atrium.

Instead of being ten feet above the ground, I was on the conveyor belt on ground level right in front of the big factory window.

Slavanka popped out a second later. Something about her seemed…fancier than usual. And it wasn’t just the diamond studded Christmas lights wrapped around her naked body. She gracefully hopped off the belt and let out the most contented sigh. I couldn’t wait to hear about which syrup she’d chosen.

Before I could ask, Ash tumbled out of the wall.

“Why she tumble?” asked Slavanka.

I had no idea. No form of human locomotion was required since the belt was doing all the work. But Ash just kept tumbling. “Good question,” I said. “Also…why is her head covered in wrapping paper? And why is there a bow on her ass?”

“Huh?” groaned Ash as she started to roll off the side of the belt.

Slavanka and I caught her and helped her to her feet.

“Why is your head wrapped in wrapping paper?” I asked.

“What?” asked Ash. “Did that not happen to you guys?” She reached up and made a little eyehole for herself.

“Nope,” I said. “After we got separated on the belt, I felt a warm gust of air. It smelled like snuggling by the fire on Christmas Eve. I couldn’t have asked for a more relaxing entrance into Santa’s Spa.”

“Yes, yes,” agreed Slavanka. “Conveyor belt drop me into impossibly thick fur. Feel like warm hug from Ded Moroz himself.”

“Huh,” said Ash as she made a second eye hole for herself. “My entrance was a little different. I got picked up by some metal claws and held upside down while the sorting machine wrapped my head in wrapping paper and stuck a bow on my ass.”

Ooooh. That explained why Ash screamed shortly after we got separated. “Wow. Well, maybe you just got mixed up with a present. I’m sure the massage that followed more than made up for it.”

“I didn’t get a massage,” said Ash.