Mynxie gagged as a new dick replaced the one that she'd just spat out, mixing up the cum she was in the process of swallowing. Meanwhile the two cocks in her hands continued to twitch as her fingers continued to pump along their length. Finally with one of her legs splayed over the elf in front, the duo that were pistoning out of her pussy and ass chugged along like a well-maintained machine; just the way she liked it. Her once fair skin had been stained in dried spunk and coal dust, but minus a little tickling on her nose the slut elf couldn't bring herself to care; being too intent in trying to forget her troubles.

While the news had been exciting, the elf was understandably freaking out; getting the BOSS'S son as her giftee?! Her; the Slut of the North Pole? Someone MUST be spiteful of her that had access to the pot to put that kind of an insane burden upon her. Even ignoring how that would look based on her sordid reputation (one which she was keen NOT to drag down the Boss's family into), the truth was she just didn't know the kid at all. Not knowing what to give someone or even HOW to find out what to give left her feeling more wired than dealing with a day-long backlog. So she did what she always does when stressed out; fuck.

Her particular 'targets' were a group of coal miners that were finishing their work for the day. About seven in total, and all pretty standard fare for elves of that profession. So when the group of strapping workers finished trudging up from a long day of shoveling out gifts to the naughties, the sight of an enticing elf stripped bare of all but her hat had gone exactly as expected. Now here she was; laying on an inert conveyor belt as she drained her latest targets dry. The short fuse being prodded by her feet was just the first hurdle overcome.

The dark-tressed elf had written off her first blowjob recipient as a lost cause, which thankfully turned out to be an error. Instead the miner jerked himself back to full mast and mounted the legendary elf's heaving chest; securing his dick within them and starting to grind up to her throat. Mynxie felt the one being tugged behind her latch onto her head and shove her forward onto the dick she was sucking before extracting her. The intent was quite clear, and with some minor adjustments she resumed her ministrations of the trio; alternating which one was being sucked, tugged, or squeezed.

Beneath her, she noticed that the short fuse was stirring beneath her toes; reacting to the contact of her foot on his junk. Instantly she put herself to work and rubbed his cock with her sole, letting her toes glide along his length in a rhythm that clashed with all her other gyrations. It was hardly a challenge; as anyone on Ribbon team would attest, Mynxie was a master of multi-tasking. Just like wrapping a gift she ran down the checklist.

Suck, lick, and bob on top. Pinch, twist, and shake to the left. Tug and squeeze the right, rear up in the center. Thrust down and grind up, and press her heel down…

Mynxie coughed out a little bit of dust-coated spunk as she reached into her discarded robe. She'd heard her phone go off just as the miners had started to shower her in cum and had wasted no time in scrambling over after giving all seven one last good suck.

Contrary to her reputation, she never, NEVER gave her number away to any lays, meaning that the only people that had her number were those that she worked with… and even THEY had been told on no uncertain terms that trying to evoke a booty call would end with an abrupt cut off. In essence it left her with a unsullied link that she could rely on to always be professional, even when she was currently writhing in the sheets.

Sure enough she had a message; one from the Foreman himself that simply stated she needed to see the boss. Not his boss: THE Boss.

"…Fuck me."