"Membership card," he grunted without looking up from his book.
I fumbled through my wallet and slid my card across the counter. He scanned it with practiced indifference, then pushed a small key attached to a plastic bracelet toward me.
"Locker three forty-five. Towels are in the usual spot. No clothing or personal items beyond your locker except the towel. Themed rooms are set up throughout the bathhouse. Enjoy."
"Thanks," I muttered, taking the key. The front desk guy was always such a drag. "Merry Christmas."
He finally looked up, his expression deadpan. "Ho ho ho."
I snorted and headed for the locker room. The fluorescent lights became brighter as I pushed my way through. Already, I could hear the low thrum of music and the unmistakable sounds of pleasure echoing from deeper within the building.
The locker room was surprisingly crowded. Men of all shapes, sizes, and species were in various states of undress. A muscular werewolf was toweling off his hairy body while chatting with a slender vampire whose pale skin seemed to glow in the light. In the corner, two djinn with subtly blue-tinged skin were making out against the lockers, their hands wandering freely, their hard thick cocks on full display.
I quickly stripped down, stuffing my work clothes into my assigned locker. The tie that had been choking me all day was the first to go, followed by my button-up shirt with the company logo. As I kicked off my shoes and peeled away my socks, I felt the weight of corporate America sliding off my shoulders. By the time I was fully naked, I felt like a different person entirely. No longer Nick from customer service, just Nick – a man with needs and desires that had nothing to do with toys or shipping complaints.
I wrapped a towel around my waist, though it did little to hide my growing erection. The sounds from the main areawere getting louder, more enticing. The locker room was full of hot guys, but I wasn’t there to just look. I wanted action. I followed the corridor that led deeper into the bathhouse, passing several smaller rooms where shadowy figures moved together in rhythm.
When I reached the roman-style bath, I stopped dead in my tracks.
Holy fuck.
The massive space had been transformed into a winter wonderland of sin. Red and green lights cast everyone in an otherworldly glow. Fake snow dusted the edges of the room, holding its form despite the steam and heat of so many bodies. In the center of the ceiling hung not mistletoe, but a massive chandelier made of leather straps, chains, and what looked like candy canes repurposed as dildos.
Men and monsters of every description filled the space. Some were dancing around the edges to the heavy beat that pulsed through the room. Others were already engaged in more intimate activities on the plush couches and beds scattered around the perimeter. Steam rose from the massive bath in the center where at least a two dozen guys were soaking... among other things.
I dropped my towel almost unconsciously as I took in the scene. No one bothered with modesty here, especially not tonight.
Near the edge of the bath, a muscular satyr was thrusting into a moaning human while a second man eagerly sucked the satyr's nipples. In another corner, a green-skinned orc was being sucked off by three different men simultaneously, his massive cock disappearing into one guy's throat while the others worshipped his balls.
I stepped into the bath, the hot water enveloping my legs as I descended the steps. The heat was incredible against my skinafter the bitter cold outside. My cock, already half-hard from anticipation, rose fully to attention as I waded deeper.
"First time at our Krampus party?" asked a voice to my left.
I turned to find a vampire smiling at me, his fangs gleaming in the colored lights. He was gorgeous with pale skin, jet-black hair, and eyes that seemed to glow red in the dim light.
"Yeah," I admitted. "But not my first time here."
"Oh, you're in for a treat then," he purred, swimming closer. "They say Krampus himself makes an appearance for the baddest boy in the bathhouse."
Before I could respond, a splash from the other side of the bath caught my attention. A purple-skinned figure emerged from the water, rivulets running down his chiseled chest. He was an incubus. His eyes locked with mine—completely black except for violet irises that seemed to pulse with hunger. Small horns protruded from his forehead. When he smiled, I glimpsed pointed teeth. Behind him a pair of bat-like wings were folded neatly against his shoulders.
The vampire chuckled. "Looks like you've caught someone's attention already."
The incubus moved through the water toward me with supernatural grace, his gaze never leaving mine. As he got closer, I could see his cock standing proudly above the waterline—thick, ridged, and definitely not human. My mouth began to water.
"I haven't seen you here before," the incubus said, his voice like velvet sliding over gravel.
"I've been busy," I replied, surprised I could form words at all. "Work."
"On Christmas Eve?" He clicked his tongue in disapproval. "That sucks.”
He was close enough now that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. It was different from the bath's warmth—more intense, more intimate.
"Maybe that's why I'm here," I said, finding my confidence. "To suck."
The incubus's smile widened. Without warning, he placed a hand on my shoulder and pushed me gently backward until I was seated on one of the submerged benches. The water came up to my chest, but my view of his magnificent cock remained unobstructed.
"Then open up," he commanded softly.
