Page 56 of Tinsel & Chrome

A few days later, it was the day of the show. The marquee read “Merciless Few Charity Fundraiser”.

I had already changed into my vixen Mrs. Claus outfit, you know... to motivate.

Bubba was changing along with the boys so he hadn't seen me yet.

“Ooh wee Sam, Lucifer is going to snatch you up into an empty closet somewhere! Hot mama!”

Lila whistles, dressed as Rudolph like she requested but with a twist. The costume was almost like latex and she held her harness which was also a collar. She wore five inch thigh high brown boots and face paint to mirror the red nose that matched her red lips.

“Look at me? Look at you! Everett is a lucky man tonight!”

She high fives me, “Huh, every night!”

The rest of the girls surrounded me, I kept the guys and the girls separate knowing some...would disappear on me if I didn't. The girls will be able to watch from behind the stage or the crowd.

My floor girls will engage the crowd and get them excited. They were all committed to the theme with Lila as Rudolph, Avi a glamourous Grinch, Kynlee the little drummer girl, Rose and Lacy were my elves, Kitty was a smoking hot nutcracker and Poppy, my sweet mother to be was dressed as Frosty the snow babe, her belly painted white and adorned accordingly. I even found a tiny top hat headband, she was so cute! Tawny, Jasmine, and Lilabeth were new recruits. They would walk around collecting money as gingerbread babes. I swear 80% of their costumes were spandex, latex, or leather. Like a holiday themed BDSM club.

I smile so wide, “You exceeded my expectatitomato-shapedet's raise this money for the children.”

I put my hand down and they stack theirs on top of mine.

“Forrrrrr...the...children!”

They go to their side of the stage and in the audience while I go see the boys. I pray Demon is fully clothed. I literally cannot with him.

I knock on the side of the wall before walking cautiously around it with my eyes covered.

“Is everyone decent?”

I hear whistles and catcalls. I decide to take a bow as I see their dropped jaws. I may be the club mom but I'm still a babe. Rocco's hardened stare among other things confirms it.

He shifts uncomfortably, “I am one lucky son of a bitch to have such a hot wife.”

He rested his arm above me, hovering and making me feel vulnerable. I squeaked before standing confidently.

“Mrs. Claus. Stay in character, Santa.”

I bump my hip against him before quickly getting out of arm's reach.

“Thank you, my sweet boys. Tonight we do this for the children but please, let's not go beyond rated R. We're teasing not soliciting...Demon!”

He holds up his hands, ‘I'll behave, honest! But to be fair, you parading us out there half naked for tips and orders is kind of soliciting and it makes you a madam.”

I roll my eyes.

“Whatever. Remember, make them work for a flash of muscle. I'm looking for at least 200 pre-sales and $5,000 minimum so make your mama proud!”

Demon smiles, “Yes, madam.”

They high five and hype each other up. I leave them to it as I spot a full length mirror to stand in front of. I pull my top down and my tits up. It should be illegal to be this tantalizing. I feel the gaze of my husband on me even though I'm not looking.

I grab the mic and walk to the curtain, peeking out to see the people filing in. It looks like a few groups are doing a girls night out, maybe a mom group with the men watching the kids. I see a few couples and some lone wolves, those are the ones to watch. The age range is inclusive from the college kids to possibly their grandparents age. A section to the left is filled with grandmas and they openly start counting their singles. They had some hefty stacks.

“Hey, the old ladies are not playing tonight! Show them extra special attention.”

I look back to see nods. I see the gingerbabes in the back of the theater ready to walk around and gather money.

After greeting, Poppy would start putting bills into the counter to stay ahead of the final tally. They would keep track of each month and who received the most money for it. I also see the pre-order table set up and ready. We did the cover photo of all of them shirtless sitting on their bikes in the middle of the road with the mountains behind them. They suffered a bit of sun irritation and burn but for the greater good.

I inhale slowly and exhale before stepping onto the stage. The applause was deafening and I was not deaf to the catcalling.

“Good evening and welcome to our first annual charity auction! I am Samantha but you can call me sexy Mrs. Claus! I came all the way down from the North Pole with some deliciously wrapped gifts for you. Tonight, we raise money for our flagship charity, B.A.C.A., Bikers Against Child Abuse, and if you've never heard about them, their mission is to protect children from dangerous individuals and situations, we extend that help out to abused women and mothers as well. We believe in that mission with our entire being.”

I take a deep breath because I always get choked up.

“In a few moments, my guys will each put on a show for you in their Santa costumes and you will bid for which month of the calendar they will represent. You already saw the cover mockup! Right now, they'll all come out at once so you can get some ideas. Then individually to entice you to vote which month they cover. You'll take the provided slips of paper for $1 each and write their name and month. Who knows, maybe they'll thank you with a little skin! The delicious gingerbabes will be walking around giving paper and taking your donations and votes! Do we got it?!”

“YEAH!”

They rang out. I saw a lot of them searching or asking for pens. This is going to work!

“Alright, well, meet the sexy biker boys of the Merciless Few! In order, Demon, Wicked, Reaper, Fiend and their President Lucifer!”

The change from silence and anticipation to screaming like hormone crazed teenagers was instant! A holiday themed playlist set the tone as the girls danced while catcalling.

Of course, I let Demon go first. He does not disappoint, strutting out like he owned the place, waving his hands to signal they scream louder. He feeds off female screams in every way.

“Come on ladies, I know you want to see this demon!”

And he pointed to his dick.

I swear to God! I give him the look of warning. He laughs and gives me the thumbs up.

We'll see. The guys walked to the edge of the stage and back before disappearing but some groups had already picked their favs, scribbling furiously on the sheets of paper, or chanting their name.

“We'll give you a few seconds to calm down before we bring them out one by one. Who do you want to see as Cupid, or Uncle Sam? Maybe the Grim Reaper for Halloween or jolly old Saint Nick?”

“We want Reaper to be our Valentine!”

A group of young college aged girls giggled. I see Avi next to Poppy serving refreshments to some people, far away from inciting violence but I can see her swearing in Portuguese.

“Give me the silver fox daddy! I like them refined like fine wine.”

One of the older ladies shouts from that group flashing the cash. Damn right, ma'am, but I'll be the one popping that cork tonight on that vintage 1970's bottle. I chuckle to myself, I'm no better than my girls when it comes to jealousy.

But it's for the children.

I look back and get the thumbs up, they're ready.

“Okay, here we go! We start with our youngest but don't let age fool you. Come on out Wicked!”

Asher comes out to Michael Jackson, it's funny in his costume, who knew Santa could bust a move? He moves exactly like the King of Pop. He walks a few steps while dancing until he gets to the end. He shushes the crowd then rips off his shirt like Michael does and the crowd goes insane! I see Kynlee shake her head while gathering the bills into piles of one hundred next to Lila.

Asher is engaging the crowd and they seem to love his moves and energy as I watch them bid. He gyrates in front of the old ladies.and the college girls and I never seen someone write so fast! He moonwalks past me and gives me a kiss on the cheek. My sweet boy! Right before going behind the curtain he hooks his thumb on his pants and pulls where you could see his V-line and that sets them off and he walks backstage.

Now that's a good tease.

I see a few girls fan themselves, a lot taking a drink while talking to each other, some groups talking to other groups and laughing.

“What did you think ladies? Where would you put Wicked?”

“October! A scary mask, jeans, and a knife with abs like that! He can chase me anywhere!”

“No! 4th of July, baby! Let me see that body in a bathing suit!”

They thought about it and suddenly July was their favorite.

“Alright, next up is Reaper! He celebrates his scars from his accident and it doesn't make him any less hot! Come show them what you got Reaper!”

Cullen was my GQ model. Josiah calls him Thor and I can really see it. His good looks could fill the whole calendar and make millions. He walks out all nonchalantly and they still go wild. He rubs his Santa beard while making his way to the edge, turns around and slides the top off halfway showcasing his road rash that covered his muscles and no one seemed to mind. He blew a kiss and I saw frantic scribbling.

“Halloween Viking or Mighty Thor!”

See, they knew. Another kiss on the cheek, I don't know what I would be without them. He flexed his muscles before disappearing backstage.

“Halloween! Halloween!”

Those chants were being challenged with Cupid. Someone said something about Groundhog's Day and I was too afraid to ask. These ladies are feral and I love it!

I took a longer pause watching ladies send a runner for drinks while the others set up an assembly line of sorts to keep voting. My gingerbabes were circling around like sharks, baskets being filled by slips of paper and money. I saw my prospects frantically unwrapping and tallying the votes. Tawny's paper might catch fire!

I spin around, “Soooo, have we had enough?”

“Noooooo!”

They scream in unison.

“Good, because I got a real treat for you. Here comes...Fiend!”

Staying Alive started playing and I laughed as Fiend came strutting with his Santa coat over his shoulder. He ‘accidentally’ flexes while pointing at people.

“Come on ladies, I can't hear you!”

They give him what he wants and he hands me his coat, stopping at the end of the stage and flexing his muscles like the pros do.

“I want a whole calendar with only him! Wowza!”

“If he's married, can she fight?!”

A tall blonde says while standing, you could see her over all the others standing. Her slightly shorter friend nodded with her mouth wide open. Fiend saw her and bent down signaling the short friend to come forward. She did, mouth still wide open. He pulls her in and whispers something and she turns the brightest shade of red! She nods looking around, then she finds a ginger babe and walks away with a wad of bills in her hand. She walks back, eyes still on him. He also hooks his thumbs into his pants but instead of teasing he rips them off to reveal tight red biking shorts with white trim. He mouths an “oops”

looking so innocent but not really because the girls could see everything.

Poppy whistles loud to stir the crowd and it works! He blows her an appreciative kiss. Glad she didn't rage over that comment because although she was pregnant, she absolutely can and will fight!

I gauge the crowd, “What are we feeling, ladies?”

“Thanksgiving, he can stuff me with his turkey any day!”

“No! He's Santa and apparently his BIG bag of presents!”

The actual frontrunner was actually Easter. Something about ‘placing his eggs in these baskets.’ I could have gone without hearing that. When he turns around I keep my eyesight face level. He leans in to grab his jacket and I receive yet another kiss on the cheek.

“How's that for crowd participation?”

“Whose idea was it for the shorts? You? There's no way...”

He shook his head.

“It was Poppy. She said if she was going to allow this, I should give them a good show. Plus she promised a little strip tease in that sexy costume later.”

He looks back, I notice an extra sway in her step after she peeks over her shoulder, and he shudders.

“I'm so lucky I get to go home with her. And I wanted to say that yes she can fight!”

He laughed.

Anyway, he turns back and takes a final bow.

Now the dilemma, do I let Bubba go then pray for Demon to behave or get the debauchery over with? I knew he could end up being the crowd favorite. Women love an unhinged, feral man.

I clear my throat, “Ladies, as a reminder the pre-orders are now available. They make great stocking stuffers! We'll take a ten minute intermission before continuing, help yourself to the concession stand, those proceeds go back to the theater! Still to come, a true silver fox and a sexual madman. Interpret as you will.”

The ladies hoot and holler as I head backstage. Although incredibly sexy, my feet were already tired.

“Looks like the missus could use a nice... deep...massage.”

Bubba's deep voice rasped in my ear. I could feel his breath and the warmth of his presence but he wouldn't touch me.

Tease. I decided to rile him up my own way.

“Mhmm, nice...and deep. All over, too... inside and out.”

I purred and he swallowed hard.

Before things got too far, Demon approached us.

“Hey Sam, who's going next? I need to get in the zone!”

He's hopping around like a boxer shadow boxing.

Well, no going back now.

“Bubba is. I figure you and your holiday thong could end it with a bang.”

Then his face fell.

“I'm not wearing any underwear! I was just going to whip it round in my pants to showcase the goods while they ride dangerously low on my hips. Aww man!”

He huffed. It's almost as if I told him there was no Christmas.

I reach into my bra and pull out his underwear.

“I did the laundry and saw it when I was putting your clothes away after you left. Give them what they paid for.”

I toss it toward him.

He gave me a look, “Do you know how weird it is to know my thong was in your bra?”

He holds it like it was used.

“It was between my bra and the dress, not touching my tits whatsoever.”

He sighed in relief. Out of all the stuff he does, that was his breaking point? I almost laughed.

I look to my man, “Ready, Mr. Claus?”

“Ready to unwrap you.”

I step from his grasp. “Behave!”

The ladies are even louder when I return.

“How are we doing? Did we get those pre-orders in? My girls are back there tallying votes for the months you want to see my boys in.”

“What about our sexy Mrs. Claus?”

Someone shouts. I chuckle, “The ladies are toying with the idea of a calendar but we don't...”

Instant applause for the idea, I look around and they all seem game. Why not?

“If we do, we'll hold another event like this, perhaps in bikinis? But you have to pledge double what you pledge here. Deal?”

“Yeah!”

They seemed to like that idea. We’d definitely collect more than the boys.

I signal for them to quiet down.

“Now, usually I wouldn't allow this handsome gentleman out of my sight but for charity I'm willing to give you guys a little taste of the North Pole. Give it up for our silver fox Santa Claus...Lucifer!”

I chuckle when he comes out and turns around, Bad to the Bone playing, he looks back and the crowd gets louder even though they cannot see him. He finally turns around to reveal his top open and tattooed chest on full display. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigar. He lights it then starts down the walkway.

“Nothing like fine aged wine! Give me a whole calendar of just him!”

I look to see where the comment came from. I expected one of the college aged girls with a daddy kink but what I saw shaking her handful of dollars was Mrs. Winnick, the local librarian! She's also a Sunday school teacher, I never laughed so hard.

Bubba squatted down, pulled out his cigar, to tell her how it works then he kissed her cheek! She nearly fainted right there before she went back to furiously scribble her votes for my man.

He stands at the end of the stage and takes a big puff, sliding his other hand down his chest. My girls could barely keep up with the pieces of paper that shot up. The pre-order line was slowing down but only because of the show. I predict the end will be complete chaos.

“Alright, what are we thinking? Let's go beyond St. Nick.”

“Motorcycle May!”

A group shouted. I like that.

“Give us a seasoned Cupid for Valentine's Day! We know he makes you scream!”

I will confirm nor deny that statement. I only nod and they love it.

He stops, “Not Cupid, darlin'.”

I shrug, “It's not up to me, besides, a buffed up cherub who spreads love sounds adorable.”

I laugh, he steps closer.

“Remember, these ladies can't save you tonight, Mrs. Claus...”

“Woooooo!”

I hear when I realize the mic was close enough to catch what he said. Now I'm blushing. I turn toward the crowd and scream when he smacks my ass and because of the fabric, it echoed throughout.

“Mrs. Claus, you in danger girl!”

And they laughed. I look back to see him bow and blow kisses before he disappears.

“Do you need a minute to compose yourself? I would!”

I hear Lila's distinct voice ask, I catch her wink before resuming her duties.

I really do. I fan myself, “Now you see why I keep him for myself, but for charity I'm willing to let him out.”

I take a moment to look around, the concession stand is busy, the girls are counting money and votes and the smiles, laughter, and side conversations fill the space. It warms my heart.

“Ladies, the night is almost over...I know! I'm sad, too. I will say to those who are genuinely interested we have three spots open for Merciless Few bunnies. I believe our chapter will have new prospects this year and we need to even the ratio because right now our last and final contestant is taking advantage of being the last single Pringle. He's an animal, ladies, a sexual deviant. A man with his own devices and I do mean devices. He'll leave you in a pool of your own sweat and... well, you know. Brace yourself ladies, here comes...Demon!”

The lights went out and everyone gasped before a single spotlight turned on. I couldn't even move for fear of walking off the stage.

I crouched down, feeling for the edge, before sliding off the stage. Lord knows what he's up to. I stand next to Poppy.

“What have you done? Did you give him free will?”

“‘Fraid so.”

Then out of the shadows appears a bare leg before he centers himself in the middle of the light. Just him and...

“Is that my robe?!”

I don't think black silk is a staple in his wardrobe unless he's tying someone up. That is my robe! Talk about tainting a piece of clothing. I know I don't want it back.

He is still facing away but he lifts a hand to his ear and the screams increase exponentially. It was a stroke to his ego. He turns around and he struts down slowly, teasing by rubbing his chest and tugging at the sash before shaking his head, wagging his finger.

“I can't hear you! I don't think you really want it.”

Finally being able to see, I walk around, “You heard him, you gotta earn it and I promise you're in for a one-of-a-kind treat.”

Seeing him standing in his motorcycle boots and my robe is hysterical. I mouthed that I was going to kill him for defiling my robe. He definitely owes me a new one.

They're still trying to get him to disrobe.

“Please Daddy Demon! I'll give all my votes to you!”

“We want to see Demon dick!”

Then they start chanting, “Demon dick! Demon dick!”

I want to scrub this from my memory. Demon widens his stance and I know it's inevitable. I turn and walk away.

“Alright, it's about time I unleash the Demon. Give the ladies what they want.”

The exact moment was pinpointed by thunderous screams. I see Lila pointing and slapping Poppy on the arm. Poppy was saving her innocence by shielding her eyes but screaming, “Oh my god!”

I see Rose and Lacy pulling money from their boobs and grabbing some papers. They might actually benefit from his shenanigans tonight, unless he pulls someone from the crowd. Judging by their reaction he could.

“Now, what month do you want this Demon to represent?”

“October!”

It was almost unanimous.

“No, December and he could be a sexy Krampus!”

A cute goth girl shouted. You know she does have a point. I can see it.

“Or the Grinch.”

This is getting weird.

“Yeah! Twirl that...”

“Alright, that's enough, you degenerates ...thank you Demon.”

I turn around to see him bow then he turns around, ass on full display. They loved that! Now the crowd was starting to line up for orders or groups were sending runners for that or concessions. Avi whispers, “We've got eight grand and counting!”

I situate myself on the stage.

“Well ladies, the show might be over but I'll do you a favor since you spent time with me for a good cause. Can my guys come out please!”

I did not rehearse this part. They strolled out, obviously suspicious.

They line up behind me and help me back up to standing.

“On behalf of me, the Devil's Ignited chapter of the Merciless Few, we want to say thank you for raising so much money for B.A.C.A we will raise money for this amazing organization any way we can, as you can see. Tonight we made money but next week we will make a difference as we hand over the check.”

They clapped loudly, I was afraid Demon was doing something scandalous so I kept my vision straight ahead.

“Alright to give you time to get those votes in, I'm going to let the guys shake their groove thing to one last song.”

I hear someone gasp.

“Sam!”

“What?”

“This wasn't part of the deal, babygirl.”

I smile and try to maintain it as he squeezes my sides.

“It's for the children.”

I say in a sing-song voice before walking forward.

“Alright, are we ready?”

“YEAH!”

“Cue the music!”

I sit on the edge and they surround me not maliciously but I was definitely in trouble with my Bubba.

The music started and everyone laughed. I thought ‘It's Raining Men' was a perfect ending to this event. Reaper looked at Wicked who shrugged his shoulders and began to groove to the music, breaking out into his Michael Jackson routine, making the ladies go crazy.

The rest started to move and got a laugh at how silly they looked and felt. Fiend steps forward and is behind me before he rips off his pants again. His junk is way too close and I tell him to move. He shakes his groove thing away. Both Wicked and Reaper are now shirtless and Bubba has his shirt open. He's not dancing but even standing there while his boys put on the show is incredibly sexy. Judging by the comments, I was not wrong.

I see my girls doing their jobs but also encouraging their guys to take it off. Demon doesn't have anything else to remove so I cut it short before we get indecency charges.

“Thank you all for being here, for voting, for ordering these sexy boys on a calendar! We'll send you a confirmation email and a projected date. Take a bow, gentlemen! Have a good night everyone!”

I waved and the guys walked directly to their girls to show them some love. Demon sits his bare ass on the stage and is surrounded immediately.

“See Sam, you could have an all Demon calendar! Isn't that right ladies?”

Their hands roam his body as they all agree. I shudder to think as I make my way backstage, my feet are screaming. I find a plush computer desk chair and plop down sighing in relief, I just want to rest my eyes for a few minutes.

“Mmmm.”

I sigh as I open my eyes to my handsome biker gentleman rubbing my feet. I slide the other foot up his arm to shoulder and he gives it a gentle, yet ticklish kiss.

“That feels magical. I honestly don't think I can walk. Suddenly he reaches down and picks me up from the chair. I'm tossed over with a prime view of his Santa suited ass.

“Rocco, put me down!”

“I'm afraid not Mrs Claus, you need to be punished for that little stunt at the end...so, you're going to plop your sweet ass on this bike and behave until Santa gets you home to determine if you're on the naughty list and how you might be able to change that.

Sure enough he sets me on his precious Ruby. She and I have an understanding who the main girl is. I kick my leg over with a bit of effort. He quickly sits to hide my flashing but he does reach back to squeeze me as high as he can possibly reach. I rock because he knows where I want it.

I wrap my arms around and rake my nails as a sign of neediness. I moan and he revs Ruby, further taunting me. I feel him chuckling at my desperation.

I thought we'd be the only ones home since we left right after but color me embarrassed to hear commotion from Wicked and Kynlee's room.

I paused and screamed “Oh my God!”

She always told me it would happen one day. I moved quickly to my room before my imagination conjured up any visuals. I slam the door and immediately turn on the radio. I hear the door open and see Bubba.

“Naughty, naughty, Mrs. Claus.”

I slammed the door in his face in my rush! I run my hands over my curves, pulling the dress down.

“Take into consideration all the good I've done! This event, the money raised, the joy on their faces,“

“That...”

He inches closer, “was lust. Pure unadulterated lust.”

He growled. The same lust he had for his wife. Now pinned against the dresser, I tsk.

“Now Santa, would that pertain to you as well? You could be considered on the naughty list...”

“Doesn't matter, I make the rules.”

He stated matter of factly. He reached around my waist and spun me, my back against his chest until he put space between us to pull down my zipper. Slowly, to torture me. If it wasn't damn near vinyl I would have ripped it off myself. He could sense my impatience because his hand slid around my throat.

If I wasn't already worked up, I'm damn near whimpering for him to touch me. He obliges me with a kiss on my neck down to my shoulder.

“You were such a good girl tonight. Raising all that money at the expense of the club but we do anything for our club mother, some more than others...’

Referring to Demon, who owes me a new robe. I'm tacking a bill to his door.

“What would the club be without you? Where would I be without the absolute love of my life, my heartbeat? Nowhere.”

He spins me back to face him. I saw the adoration in his eyes. It didn't matter how absurd or off the wall my idea was, they never hesitated. I was the lucky one to have such a caring family and wonderful husband.

I wrap my arms around his neck.

“I love you, Bubba.”

He surprises me, scooping me and my half way unzipped dress up into his arms.

“Tonight, I want to hear my real name when you scream it.”

He growled and I squealed, “Oh, Rocco!”