Christmas Redemption

Her pleasant buzz interrupted by the movie scene, she placed the tumbler upon the end table and slipped out of the couch. Over to the gas fireplace mantel she strode, stopping when she came in front of a silver frame containing a photo of her and her two college bound children, Marcus and Paulette. A slight sigh slipped from her lips as she carried the frame over to the couch, settling back down in the corner of it to gaze upon the photo.

Savannah knew where her children were, spending the holidays at a ski resort in Colorado where a large Christmas tree would be lit and the eggnog flowing steadily. She knew that this year, like every holiday season, there was an open invitation for her to join them and there would be a room in her name awaiting her arrival. And she knew that this year, like every other year, the tab on the room would be paid but no occupant would muss the sheets. The rest of the year they got along fairly well considering the distance between them and the number of hours she was absorbed into her work. The holiday season was always another story, her absent and hidden away within the house, steadily pickling her liver alone.

It had been that way for at least five years now, she wasn't exactly sure as the years had just blurred together. Not since she'd finally completed the paperwork for her divorce from their father though honestly by then they'd been apart a few years and the divorce was just a formality to let him find another sucker to sponge off of. Finally getting the paperwork pushed through the divorce formalized had been a freeing experience for her, but it had come at the cost of the holidays, where she no longer felt like she could face her children. They'd blamed her for the divorce, for spending too much time at her job, couldn't see how she felt she was doing this for them, to give them a better life than she'd started out with. So instead she secluded herself away, unable to face their anger, unable to believe that they'd forgive her for breaking up their family holidays.

A hand slipped back to pour a couple more drams into the tumbler, wrist shaking slightly as she brought the glass to her lips and noticed a salty taste to the single malt. A quick wipe of her hand revealed the tears slipping down her cheeks. Quietly she put the picture frame upon the coffee table, placing the faces down, before curling her legs up against herself. Quietly she muttered, "God, I so fucking hate Christmas." Head rested against her naked thighs as she passed out from exhaustion.

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The sound of ice clinking in a crystal tumbler brought her out of the restless slumber, bloodshot eyes opening to see a figure in a gray suit with a black fedora standing over her, helping himself to the bottle of Laphroaig. Through the sleep haze and slight drunken feeling from the amount she'd consumed earlier, her reactions were a little suppressed and amounted to her muttering out, "who the fuck are you?"

The figure raised his thick, bushy gray eyebrows at the statement and refrained from replying till he had topped off the tumbled, closed the bottle, and taken the crystal into his hand. Gently he swished the fluid about with two cubes of ice, then sipped it, nodded a little at the flavor, and finally turned his attention to her, "Preferred 18 year Glenlivet myself, but this will do well enough. The name is Adam Prescott." He paused to take another sip and allow that name to sink in.

Several times her eyes blinked as she looked at the man, his face vaguely familiar to her and somewhere in the depths of her foggy brain the name resounded deeply. Her eyes squinted as she stared at him, watching him sip the scotch until finally the right synapse fired and her eyes went wide with recognition. "The Adam Prescott!? But...but you've been dead for twenty years!"

His lips parted to a slow grin and he finished off the glass of scotch, placing it down upon the end table. "How very perceptive of you despite the significant amount of alcohol you've taken in tonight. Nothing less than I would expect of an employee of my company. Yes, I've been deceased for the last twenty years or so, paying my penance."

Savannah blinked, then frowned at that comment, "Ok, I know what this is, some fucked up dream thanks to that movie that was playing earlier. Fucking conscience."

"Heh...no...no dream and while something of that sort tonight, you're not getting a warning about appearances. We've always been here, waiting, watching, till the right moment, when your brain was most receptive to experiencing and that will be tonight, when the fabric between our world and yours is so thin. With everyone putting so much faith into a jolly fat spirit, it's even easier to cross than Halloween. So with no further adieu and no further drama, get yourself something to cover up and off we shall go."

Looking down she realized she was still stark naked, groaned about being dragged about and wondering if she should lay off the scotch for a while, and went to her bedroom to grab a pair of yoga pants, sneakers, and a sweatshirt. Out to the living she trotted again, wanting the dream to end so that she could roll back into reveling in her misery and looking forwards to reading the initial shopping reports for the holiday season. Radio Shack was the first on her list. "Okay, so what do you want me to do now oh dream spirit?"

Adam snorted at the question and finished off the little pour he'd made himself while she was getting dressed. "Just take my hand, nothing fancy to this, no robes or anything of that sort." After placing the glass down, he offered his hand to her, "it would seem womens fashion has changed quite dramatically since I passed. Interesting."

To a window he led her, one side of his mouth curling up in a little grin as he suddenly yanked her wrist and pulled her through the window and into the air. That grin widened as he watched her fight to keep her facial expressions straight, as if she'd expected something like this. With a little chuckle, he pointed towards the local university, catching a wind current to push them towards the distant buildings.

**********

Inside the brick walls he took her, down the hallways towards the row of offices at the back. A glance back at her and he took note of the grimace as she recognized the passageway. "Brings back memories, doesn't it?"

"Not the most pleasant ones, this isn't the business side, it's the College of Agriculture side," she smirked at the name.

"But isn't that where you started?"

"Yeah, one of those starry eyed pre-veterinarian students. Wish I had never started here." A loud sigh escaped her lips as they came to stop in front of a familiar wooden office door with the nameplate of Dr. Edward Ferguson. "Ugh, that's a name I'd hoped to never see again. That fat slob was the reason I transferred to finance."

"And that would be why we're here, to see how you got lead down this path to hating people and the holidays. If my understanding is correct, you actually used to love the holiday."

"What kid wouldn't? All the excuses to munch on sugar filled candies, cookies, and desserts along with some jolly person giving out toys? Kid heaven, I just grew up to the realities of the world, like what happened beyond that door."

Adam watched as she shifted her feet to begin to plant them and gave her wrist another quick jerk to pull her off balance then through the door. Inside they found the office as she remembered it, papers strewn about with various tools of the livestock reproduction trade resting upon hooks in the walls and on shelves. A rotund man with a greying chestnut beard, missing most of the hair upon his head with what was left having turned grey, was seated upon an old cloth office chair. He was leaned back in the chair with a grin upon his face. "And you just expect me to give you an A for showing up here? I think you're at least smarter than that though with your grades I'm not fully convinced. I know your ambitions and so far you're certainly not earning the grades you need to get into vet school."

"I...I know.." stammered the young woman seated across the desk. As she finished the statement her lower lip curled to be gently pressed between her teeth. "Is..is there anything I could do to maybe umm, help my grade a little? Getting an A in A&P would really, really look good on the transcripts and well, I'm not that far away from it." Unconsciously she pushed her chest into the air a few centimeters. The thin material let through the hint of the green bra underneath.

His lips curled into a cruel smile as he watched her chest move forwards and begin to rise and fall heavily as her breathing increased in rate. "Well...I think we could come to some arrangement. If you're proposing what I think you are, I do believe it certainly could not hurt the grade you've earned. After all, I am alllll about earning your grade."

There was a momentary look of fear upon the young Savannah's face, seconds later turned to a look of determination. She rose out of the chair and slowly but steadily made her way around the desk, turning to face him before sinking to her knees. Her hands came to the fly of his khakis, the palm pressing and rubbing against the small bulge in the material. Up to his eyes she looked, seeking his approval and finding that cruel smile still seated upon his lips. Taking that as the signal to continue, she reached down to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. Hands slipped back to undo her bra, shrugging her shoulders to let the satin material slip free of her arms. Both articles of clothing were placed upon a filing cabinet in an attempt to keep them clean.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed her chest forwards again, displaying her perky, smallish breasts capped with light brown, puffy nipples. Her hands trembled lightly as she brought them back up to his pants, fingers undoing his belt buckle, zipper, and button. One hand slid inside of the white underwear to find his cock, then delicately brought it to the fresh air. She noted that he was still soft despite the display of her young chest and wondered just how often this happened for him. Dismissing the thought to focus on the task at hand, she dove her head forwards, opening her lips wide to take his cock in her mouth.

He was a little smaller than she was used to, and unlike her boyfriend he didn't bother with trimming his pubic hair. Her nose nestled into the gray hair, taking a heavy whiff of his scent while her tongue worked around the head of his cock, encouraging it to grow within the warmth of her mouth. Hands came to rest upon his thighs as she felt him reach down and take one of her puffy nipples between his fingers and begin to squeeze and caress it. Her eyes winced as he pinched too hard but bearing in mind what she was doing, Savannah moaned in pleasure on his cock. It was growing slowly, sliding along her tongue as the head made it's way to her throat.

When the head hit her throat, she backed off her mouth and wrapped her fingers around the shaft. For a few moments she held his cock like that while she racked her brain to think of how all the pornstars she'd seen had sucked cock. An idea struck her and she slipped him free of her mouth, dropping the tip below her lips so that she could allow a strand of drool to coat over his shaft. Her hand began to stroke him while her head dipped down so that her tongue could roll over his sack, stroking his balls through the thin skin.

Gauging by his reactions she was feeling like she was doing a decent job at the task, hiding the pain she was feeling from his mauling of her tits, and trying to pleasure him as best she knew how. When he ordered her to get up, she looked at him blankly, caught off guard. Deeply his voice growled, "I said get up, turn around, pull down your sweats and bend over my desk, fucking slut."

The trembling returned to her body, but by now she felt she'd already crossed the line and what was one more step. Up she rose, turning around as instructed and freeing herself of the sweats, allowing them and her panties to pool around her ankles. Over the desk she bent, holding in a sharp breath as her nipples pressed against the cold wood. One rough finger dragged along her slit and forced itself within her only slightly damp pussy, "still dry eh? I guess it won't matter which hole then." As she sorted through her head to figure out what she went, she heard a cabinet door open, then felt a cold gel slide down between the cheeks of her ass and over her puckered, virgin hole. Eyes widened as she realized what exactly he meant, but the professor was faster than she was and as she turned her head to look back, his cock was thrust up into her ass.

A loud cry came from her lips as she felt the slightly lubed cock slip about half it's length into her with the first stroke. He ignored her cries and slowly pushed the rest of his cock into her ass before putting his hands upon her hips to take a tight grip while his hips began to rock. Against the desk she quietly sobbed as he took his way with her ass, speeding up then slowing down when he would start to get close to orgasm. All the while he chuckled to himself, muttering about how much he was enjoying taking her ass and how she must be some anal whore.

Despite herself, Savannah felt her body shiver through two small orgasms, both of which brought groans of pleasure from Dr. Ferguson as her ass squeezed down upon the shaft of his cock. Finally he thrust in hard with a loud grunt and filled her ass with the warmth she assumed was his cum. In her he stayed for almost a minute before withdrawing and giving her ass a sharp smack across the right cheek. "Damn good fucking whore you are. Tell you what, come by here every Friday afternoon, same time as today, and let me fuck that ass of yours. Do that and I won't tell the dean you tried to bribe me to change your grade. I might even consider letting you pass." With that he zipped up his pants and shuffled out of the office towards the restroom, leaving the nude Savannah sprawled out on his desk, cum leaking from her ass while she softly sobbed, unsure if the tears were from the pain or the indignation of it all.

Adam turned to the older Savannah, raising an eyebrow as he awaited her reaction. "He was true to his word, I went back every week and let him fuck me in the ass. Even had me suck him off a couple of times before doing my ass so that he could last longer in me. Had me so scared that he was going to get me expelled for attempting to bribe him that I never did look into what he was doing wrong. Just transferred into the business school the next semester. Three more years, whenever I saw him he'd just grin and slap his right ass cheek, just like he liked to do to him after every time he fucked me."

She turned away from the sobbing figure of herself, who was gingerly leaning over to pick up her clothes from the floor. "So what's the point of all this? Remind me of the horrible things that happened to me?"

Slowly Adam shook his head, "to better understand why you seem to hate people so, like I said earlier."

She raised an eyebrow, "I don't hate people. I just have low expectations from them. There's a difference. So anyways, what now?"

"We move to the next defining moment," he held out his hand, waiting for her to take it.

"Oh joy, I just cannot wait to see where you take me next." She sighed and took his hand, "I bet you're just the life of the party taking all the other ghoul girls out, aren't you?"

"Believe it or not, I've actually been faithful to my wife here in the afterlife. Some old fashioned traditions are nice to keep," he gave her hand a little squeeze and lifted her out of the school building.

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When they settled down into the room, she looked around with her right eyebrow raised at all of the Christmas decorations. It was obvious that the offices had been decorated by a professional, with care paid attention to every location. Everywhere you looked there was a decoration yet none were overcrowded like you might get from having the office staff do the decorating.

"Hmmm, it would seem the tradition of having a Christmas party for the office has kept up in my absence," Adam observed, looking around at the office. "Looks like that year was a good year for the firm."

Savannah's face blanched when she recognized the decorating theme of the year, recalling her first year at the company and most in particular the first Christmas party she'd attended.

It was his turn to raise an eyebrow, "I'll take it you know why we're here then?"

Quickly she regained her composure, leveling a glare at him, "I'm surprised you don't. Your son said this was a company tradition that ensured good luck for the next fiscal year."

Adam blinked, "the eggnog chug? That's why we're here!? But that seemed so innocent."

"Not the same name but if we're speaking of the same thing I hardly think that was innocent at all," she began to stalk to the executive conference room, not bothering to wait for Adam to follow along behind her. Through the doors they went, pausing as they both took a standing position just beyond the doors. Adam's jaw dropped and he muttered, "this...this is not the eggnog chug."

"Oh really? It sure seemed like it to me, newest intern chugs the eggnog of the executive staff," Savannah said sourly as she turned to look over at the group. In the center was a younger version of Savannah, in a pair of ruby red stockings and garter belt, with a matching red shelf bra on. She was kneeling in the center of a group of older men, the current executives of the company, in various states of undress. Her lips, sparkling from a bright red glitter lip gloss, were currently wrapped around the cock of the Vice President of Sales, head bobbing upon the length while her hands massaged two more cocks. Pressed against her back was the other woman interning at the firm, Lisa, who was dressed in the same manner except her chosen color was a deep forest green.

Soon she was grabbed by the shoulder and half dragged over to the couch, pushed onto her back while the VP spread her legs and slid right into her sopping pussy. Another cock came from behind her head, slipping into her mouth and slowly fucking her throat. His balls dragged upon her forehead and over her nose, leaving her taking in deep whiffs of his scent each time she breathed in. The head of his cock explored her throat, forcing her to try and keep it as relaxed as she could. Various hands and mouths found holds upon her body as she was taken in both holes. Savannah's body writhed as the extra stimulus brought her repeatedly to orgasm, groaning and moaning loudly upon the cock. From the loud moans coming from the other couch in the room she assumed that Lisa was getting a similar treatment.

When the VP spewed his load in her pussy, he was quickly replaced by an eager new cock, pounding away at her despite the load already within. This continued on for a good half hour, each cock that drained it's load within her pussy or over her torso was quickly replaced by another. One man straddled over her taut tummy to rub his cock against her tits, taking her hands and having her hold them together to give him a little friction, oblivious to the cum that was lubing him. Men came and went through the office doors, some leaving spouses at the end of the doors promising they just had to take care of some quick paperwork.

Just as would have been thinking that the gangbang was winding down to an end, the original group that had started it strolled back in for seconds. They were loaded down with several rounds of drinks but that didn't stop them from stripping out of their pants and headed straight for the sloppy, gooey woman. The VP gave her a slap on the right asscheek, "get up and get this dick nice and hard. I got a hankering for a special treat for this Christmas." He grinned at her, laughing when her nose wrinkled at the smell of alcohol coming off of his breath.