Excerpt of Stripping Christmas White Hot Christmas by Zenobia Renquist

Alex wasn't going to get anywhere arguing about the
marriage thing. She tried a different tactic. "What
website?"

Kris walked over to a large desk. Alex followed him. Kris
pulled up the website in question and gestured to it. "It
seemed the perfect place to find my bride after searching
this past year to no avail."

Alex rolled her eyes at the title of the site
–– Finding Your Perfect Mrs. Claus. It was her
boss's idea of getting into the holiday spirit. She
said, "Show me what you clicked on to get to me."

The page had two buttons –– one said Naughty
and the other said Nice. Naughty referred to strippers who
did full nudity, while Nice referred to strippers who went
down to a string bikini.

Kris clicked the Nice button, which led to a page of
pictures. Alex's picture was the last on the page. Kris
said, "I looked through all of the girls and found you the
most desirable as my wife." He clicked on her picture and
loaded a page featuring stats about Alex ––
age, height, weight, likes, etc –– and a vid
of Alex wearing a Mrs. Claus ball gown while handing out
presents to a room full of happy men.

Gesturing to the vid, Kris said, "You are a bringer of
joy. Looking at this video confirmed you would be my
perfect wife. I paid the dowry and here you are."

Alex snorted. "Dowry, huh?" He had to mean the private
party fee to have her strip on location.

"It was a small sum, but I paid it gladly."

"Did you click on the button that says more?" She pointed
to the bottom right of the screen.

Kris clicked the button. Another page loaded, showing the
second half of the vid that had started on the previous
page. It showed Alex ripping open her Mrs. Claus breakaway
dress to the hooting and hollering of the men who had just
gotten her presents. She danced on and around a pole while
men stuffed money down her bra and panties.

Alex watched as Kris turned pale and his ears drooped
until they were almost folded in half. His look of horror
returned.

"What... what are you doing? This is naughty. This is
extremely naughty. No wife of the House of Kringle should
do such things as this."

"Next time click the more button," Alex said with a
shrug. "Look, Kris. It's no big if you don't want me here.
I'll talk to my boss and get your money back. We can chalk
this up to a fun mistake and go about our lives. Just tell
Noël to bring the car around and take me home."

"You cannot go home."