Don’t even get me started on that fucking red fur trimmed corset holding her tits up, or the red and white striped stockings that stop right in the middle of her thigh, giving me a hint of skin in between the bottom of her dress and the tops of the stockings.
“What’s your name?” It takes me a minute, but I realize that really is my voice, and it really is coming out all gruff and deep like I just gargled a bucket of icicles. Or spent the entire night fucking my little elf.
“I’m Elphy.” She gives me a big grin that slowly melts off her face when she looks up at my face.
“What’s your real name?”
Her shoulders slump a little, and she won’t meet my eyes when she tells me.
“Lumi. Lumi Walsh. But, um, the Agency says we’re all supposed to go by the name Elphy.”
“Agency?”
What the hell is going on, and how did I get so lucky that this little thing showed up on my door this morning? She better not be a stripper or so help me…I might commit murder all across the Eastern seaboard as I hunt down every man who saw her, so I can kill them.
I might be a businessman, but at heart, I have always and will always be a kid from the streets. I did whatever I had to do so I could build this empire and flourish, not just for me but for my family as well. My mom and sister know what I sacrificed to get where I am, what I had to do. I wonder if this little thing would understand as well.
“Um, yeah. The Elf in Your Sack Agency or the EUS.” Did I just hear her right? Did she just say something about a sack?
It’s kind of hard to focus and process with her standing beside me in next to nothing, staring at me with those big chocolate-brown eyes and doing this naughty little bounce every few seconds. It just makes her tits jiggle under all that velvet and makes me want to…
“I think your wife hired me.”
She wants to be my wife. Because that’s what I heard. I realize I’ve been staring at her, not saying anything, when those dark, candy-colored orbs start backing away from me.
“Is it okay if I go to my car to grab my jacket? It’s a little chilly in here.”
“You're cold?”
“Um, a little, but it’s alright. I can just go…”
“No!” She stops and turns back around quickly, as if I might have just shouted out the word fuck. “You don’t have to leave. I can turn the thermostat up.”
“I wouldn’t want to make you…”
I already have my phone out adjusting the temp, “Done.”
“Oh, thank you.”
She gives me a wide smile before looking around, and her words finally sink in.
“Wait, did you say wife?”
She nods and gives me a slightly uncomfortable smile.
“I don’t have a wife.”
“What? Oh my God! Did I get the wrong address?”
If she did, she’s never going to the right one. I watch as she pulls a little slip of paper out of the top of her stocking, my eyes lingering on her bare skin.
“Luka Frost?”
Her saying my name has my eyes coming back to hers.
“Say it again.” Yeah, I heard her the first time, but I just found out I really fucking like having her say my name.
“Luka. Is that you?”
