Cheyanna didn't consider herself a prostitute.
Goodness, no!
Well ... At least not exactly!
Still and all ...
It was something that she would have vehemently denied had anyone
ever suggested that she did such a thing as actually sell herself to anyone!
Even if she did receive a small tip every so often ...
That didn't make her a full-fledged professional, for Heavens sake!
No ... What she had was a small circle of male admirers ...
Young college men for the most part ...
And each and every one of them a man of means or from an affluent family ...
People that not only could well afford to pay for their son's education ...
But who could provide them with enough extra spending money ...
So that they could well afford to pay for a quiet evening of intimate female companionship!
Pay? Oh, yes indeed!
How else was a girl from her background and with her limited resources going to meet
the ever-rising cost of her tuition next semester?
There was one problem of course ...
And that was that this was the Holiday break ...
And so all of her regular paying customers had headed home for the holidays!
And so the college campus was all but deserted ...
But she couldn't go home, of course ...
Her home was too far away ...
And she couldn't possibly afford the plane fare to get there ...
And so she had cast about in search of a suitable substitute her weekly one night stand ...
But how was a girl to know that the department store Santa she'd picked out as being harmless enough ...
Was in reality a quiet, unassuming, knife-weilding maniac!
"Heh, Heh! Yes!
And my sole interest in this girl is to strip her all but naked ..."
"Bind her hand and foot ..."
"And thrust my knife repeatedly into her belly and bosom!"
Though he had no vast amount of practical experience in the field,
Santa found that when a woman was bound hand and foot and tossed across her bed
that she tended to simply lie there as he stabbed her in the breast ...
But then every so often he would be fortunate enough to get one
who would arch beautifully in response to a knife thrust to her belly!
He chest would swell; her bosom would heave, and Santa found himself to be so estatic
that he wished that this could go on all night!
But of course she couldn't keep bucking and heaving indefinitely - and so she didn't ...
And so Santa had to satisfy himself ...
With the diminishing and somewhat more modest reactions ...
On the part of his victim.
Santa doubted very much that anyone could roll her eyes up and back into her head as far as this particular woman could!
But now Santa found himself growing arm-weary ...
And by now he was running out of fresh places to thrust his knife ...
And so, knowing as he did that all good things must come to an end ...
Santa gazed down once more at his handiwork ...
And then, wishing Cheyanna a very Merry Christmas,
he disappeared into the night on his way to finding
who else may have been
"naughty but nice!"
