On cue, the other men at the party shouted their thunderous reply: “On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer and Vixen, On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen!”
“Guide these whores home safely, make sure they perform all nine songs, get some good pictures, and we’ll see you in about an hour,” Eddie pulled my mom over to him and put his arm around her. Blitzen wasn’t sure where this was coming from. He started to explain what I had to do, but my dad interrupted. “We’ve done orgies, and sometimes that’s all the party was when we first started having it.”
“Most of these girls are hyper-competitive, Nick. What is it? I aimed exclusively for Blitzen, but nobody else did. I wanted something for Blitzen to say, like my aunt’s. I was supposed to carry a small bag with their clothes. It sounded like they had something for mouths, tits, asses, pussies – I assumed that pussy lips would have some cool “use” the girls had to rattle off – like “Polishing shoes and acting as a shower
