Oh! Santa Baby, Episode: 2

"Jennifer, what's wrong?" Jennifer's father asked as she walked into the New York Boys Club.

The place was her fathers secret hiddy-hole in the city. It was the only place in New York City that her mother wouldn't enter. Her father had started taking her to this place and made it their secret spot, after her thirteenth birthday, when she got her period and her mother started planning how many grand-children she was going to give her and how they were going to take over her corporate empire.

"Mother" Jennifer stated before she sat in one of the brown poof leather chairs beside him. Jennifer took her boots off and removed her coat and laid it onto of the side table beside the chair. While reaching down into her bag she took a quick glance up at her father and noticed he was mouthing to Max the newest and youngest bartender to bring a couple of glasses and a bucket of ice.

"How did you know" Jennifer spoke to her father as she fished a bottle of spiced rum, quite similar to the one her father had sent in earlier in the week. It could have been it's twin.

"I just knew" Her father paused "I just didn't think that your mother would work so fast." The air in the library style room that made up one of the many different rooms in the club, seemed to go stale and was void of all life. One would think in this moment that you would eventually turn blue and start gasping for air.

"You feed me to the wolves" Jennifer stated as Max placed two crystal glasses on the table accompanied by a silver bucket of ice. "Thanks Max"

"If you need anything else, I will be at the bar on the other side " Max said before he quickly retreated.

Jennifer made note that he was new. He was tall and built like an athlete. His muscles were framed by the white dress shirt and black vest. The boys club employee uniforms didn't quite do his physic any justice and would look much better wearing nothing but the pants and shoes. Mind you I don't think the men in the club would appreciate a half-naked waiter but Jennifer definitely would.

"She's been grilling me all week myself" her father piped up once he noticed her primal glances at Max had ceased and desisted. "Hence the bottle I sent you."

Jennifer paused as she passed her father three fingers of the holiday spiced rum. "If I'm going to be honest, I wasn't expecting her latest. Hence why I went and found the twin of the bottle you sent me. Felt quite foolish myself, I didn't think she could get any worse." Jennifer replied as she settled back into her chair.

It must have been her hormones, or pure defiance towards her mothers request to have her shack up with someone over the holidays in hopes of wedding bells, grandchildren and future corporate suites walking from her womb, because Jennifer could quite get Max out of her head.

Jennifer has been coming her since she was a girl and knew every nook and cranny in this building. Including all the secret rooms and closets that neither the staff of patrons used.

There was one coat closet in particular that came to mind, ample distance from her father which would be ample space to have that muscular physic bend her over forward and have his way with her for the next twenty-minutes or so.

That would be ample time to have some hot-hate sex with a complete stranger and stick it to her mother. It would also be a nice way to welcome the new employee, with hopes of ample booty calls in the near and far distant future.

"Jennifer? Jennifer?" Her father spoke, distracting her from a fleeting trip down the fuck-bunny rabbit-hole so to speak.

"Yes?" Jennifer muttered as she tried to conceal her now heated cheeks from her fathers glances. He knew though. He always knew, and she hated him for that fatherly intuition. She just hoped that he didn't know where her actual thoughts lied with Max. For those thoughts he would probably chain her down in a church and demand an exorcist be done on her little girl.

I guess it was a good thing they weren't a very religious family. Sure they attended Church gatherings and fundraisers, but they weren't Church people. Meaning they didn't attend every Sunday, didn't preach the word of God over dinner and they had no religious symbols or paintings around their house.

"He's cute right?" Her father asked as he sipped his spiced rum. He to trying to conceal rose-colored cheeks himself.

"Maybe" Jennifer spoke. "You know the saying, a woman never kisses and tells"

Her father laughed. A good-heated drop to your knees laugh that warmed Jennifer from the inside out.

"We should do this more often" Jennifer stated once her father composed himself.

"Do what more often, meet at our secret spot. Where she who shall not be named does not venture, even if her life and precious corporate baby depended on it, and eye up the new waiting staff" Her father paused. "I think this is a new one for us, but I think I would like the last part to be excluded next time we meet here. My heart and all"

Jennifer swatted at her fathers arm.

"I mean I get enough of it from your mother at home. She can be quite scary when she wants to be. I'm afraid she might sell you as a bride, if you don't comply to her wishes this season. I don't know what I would do if you actually found a suitor that you liked" He spoke voice laced with drunk induced emotions.

"How long have you been here?" Jennifer asked, slightly worried that things weren't that great for him at the house.

"All week" he replied as he sat his drink down beside him.

Jennifer turned to face her father head on. "All week?" She replied.

"Since I sent you that bottle" he spoke absent minded of her previous comment and confession. "I knew it would be a matter of time before she railed into you and you would walk through those doors and send me a text message. I figured I would like to be here first"

Jennifer shook her head. "Well I guess I'm better late than never." Jennifer spoke as the room quieted into a deafening silence. There was something going on that her father wasn't telling her and she was determined to get to the bottom of it.