Secret Santa's BIG gift [Chapter 1]

Elena stepped off the elevator and walked into the office holiday party just after seven-fifteen, the doors sliding shut behind her with a soft ding that got lost in the noise. The main open floor had been completely rearranged for the evening - desks pushed all the way back against the walls to make space, a rented bar set up in one corner with rows of wine bottles and prosecco chilling in ice buckets, long strings of warm white lights crisscrossing the ceiling like a glowing canopy that cast a soft, festive glow over everything. A tall Christmas tree stood near the big windows, its branches decorated with fake snow and colorful ornaments that caught the light every time someone walked past. Music played at a comfortable volume from hidden speakers, a mix of upbeat holiday songs that made people sway a little as they talked and laughed. Most of the team was already there, clustered in small groups around the food tables, drinks in hand, conversations rising and falling in easy waves.

She wore a simple red dress that fit close to her body without being too tight, the fabric soft against her skin as she moved. She went to the gym four times a week and liked how the dress showed off her toned legs and arms without much effort, giving her a quiet confidence as she walked through the room. Her blonde hair was down, falling just past her shoulders in loose waves that caught the light. She had put on a little more makeup than usual - smoky eyes with dark liner that made her green-hazel eyes stand out, and red lipstick to match the dress, a small touch that made her feel a bit more dressed up than a normal workday.

Sarah from accounting spotted her right away and waved her over to the appetizer table, a big smile on her face. Elena grabbed a glass of prosecco on the way, the stem cool in her fingers. The bubbles were sharp and cold on her tongue when she took the first sip, a pleasant bite that made her relax a little.

“You missed the ugly sweater contest,” Sarah said with a grin, holding her own drink loosely in one hand.

“Work call ran long,” Elena replied, smiling back as she settled in beside her.

The truth was that Elena was never a big fan of these company rituals, even though she usually showed up and made the effort. It was the Christmas party and she wanted to feel good in her own skin, but she always felt a bit out of place at these events, like she was playing a role rather than fully enjoying it.

They chatted about weekend plans for a minute, nothing too deep. Mike from sales wandered over, drink in hand, and joined in with his usual loud laugh. The party felt like every other year - easy conversation flowing, a little too much wine going around, the same familiar faces repeating the same stories.

Secret Santa started about twenty minutes later, once everyone had a drink or two. Names had been drawn weeks ago, twenty-dollar limit. People formed a loose circle on folding chairs and cleared desks, the mood light and expectant. Everyone’s present was under the Christmas tree. Elena found her present - it was a plain black paper box with a red ribbon on it and heavier than it looked.

Some gifts were funny. A coffee mug with the company logo and a rude slogan printed on it. Fuzzy socks with little reindeer. A desk toy that spun forever when you flicked it.

It was Elena’s turn to unwrap her present. The ribbon slipped off easily with a tug. Paper tore with a soft rip that seemed loud in the brief pause. Inside was a plain black box, no label at all. She lifted the lid slowly, curious what the weight was about.

A dildo.

A hyper realistic dildo.

A flesh-colored silicone dildo.

Thick.

Loooooong.

Detailed veins running along the shaft.

Balls at the base.

Suction base at the bottom.

Her stomach flipped hard, like she’d missed a step going down stairs. Heat rushed straight to her face, burning her cheeks.

Sarah leaned in closer, trying to see. “What’d you get?”

Mike glanced over from the side. “No way.”

Tom from IT looked too. “Holy...”

Lisa from HR’s eyes went wide. “Is that...?”

Elena slammed the lid shut fast, her hands shaking a little. “Someone thinks they’re hilarious.”

Sarah’s mouth dropped open before she started laughing, the sound sharp in the sudden quiet around them. “That’s insane. Who would do that?”

Mike grinned big, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Prank of the year.”

Lisa covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hide her smile. “You okay?”

Elena forced a laugh, though her voice came out higher than normal and a bit breathless. “Yeah. Just... surprised.”

The group buzzed louder now, voices overlapping. “Report it?” Lisa asked, half-serious even as she laughed.

“Maybe,” Elena said, trying to keep her tone light. “But it’s probably just someone being stupid.”

“Who do you think?” Sarah asked, eyes wide and curious.

Elena shrugged, trying to play it cool even as her pulse raced. “Could be anyone. Mike? Tom? Dave from last year? Even Rachel - she’s always pulling pranks.”

Mike raised his hands in mock surrender. “Not me. I got Sarah socks.”

Tom laughed again. “I’d never.”

Rachel, passing by with a fresh drink in her hand, overheard and paused. “What’d I do now?”

“Someone sent Elena a... adult gift,” Sarah said, still giggling as she explained.

Rachel’s eyes widened before she burst out laughing. “Not me! Though that’s hilarious.”

“I have a similar one, but pink and way smaller than this monster,” Katie from accounting said with a laugh, her words a little slurred from the drinks. Her alcohol was getting to her, and you could see that everyone was getting tipsy because the laughter spread instead of the usual awkward reaction you’d expect from your colleagues at something like this.

More jokes followed, the group loosening up with the wine. But after a few minutes, attention moved to the next gift. Elena felt eyes on her for the rest of the exchange, subtle glances that made her cheeks stay warm.

She finished her prosecco quickly. Got another. The bubbles helped take the edge off the embarrassment, loosening her shoulders a little.

Marcus from marketing stopped by their group a bit later. He was thirty-eight, tall and broad-shouldered, always dressed sharp - tonight a navy button-down that fit well across his chest from the workouts he clearly kept up. Handsome in an effortless way - dark hair, easy smile, confident without being arrogant. He and Elena weren’t close friends at work, but they’d collaborated on a few projects over the years. He was friendly, asked the right questions, never crossed lines.

“Hey, Elena,” he said, raising his glass slightly in greeting. “Good party?”

She nodded, managing a smile. “Yeah. You?”

“Not bad. Food’s better than last year.” He smiled back, his eyes lingering a second longer than usual on her face before moving down briefly and back up. “Secret Santa treated you okay then, yeah?”

She laughed lightly, the prosecco making it easier. “It was definitely an… interesting present. What about you?”

“Got a nice bottle opener, I needed a new one.” He chuckled and moved on to another group.

Elena had another glass of prosecco after that. The room felt warmer now, the lights softer. She danced a little with Sarah when a good song came on, moving to the beat without thinking too much. Laughed at Mike’s bad impression of their boss, the kind that always got groans but still made people smile.

By eleven-thirty she decided to head out. Said quick goodbyes to Sarah and Mike and a couple others who were still hanging around. Stepped into the cold night air that hit her face like a splash of water. Pulled up the Uber app on her phone and waited for a few minutes until the car arrived.

She climbed into the back seat and gave the driver her address. The radio was on low, some late-night talk show murmuring in the background. City lights streaked by the windows as they drove through the quiet streets.

The prosecco buzz settled in fully now - light and warm, edges softened, thoughts a little looser. Her bag sat next to her on the seat. The box inside. Heavy.

She shifted slightly. Felt it press against her leg through the fabric.

Who sent it? Not cheap. Detailed. Expensive. Someone chose it specifically for her. Thought about her holding it. Using it.

Her mind drifted without permission. The shape of it. Thick. Long. Realistic in a way that made her stomach flutter again.

It reminded her of Jake.

Her college boyfriend before she met Alex. Sophomore year. Jake had been her first serious boyfriend. Tall. On the soccer team. Confident. Charming at first. And big. Larger than average. Sex with him had been intense from the start.

She remembered the first time clearly, even years later. His dorm room. Lights low. Cheap sheets tangled around them. He’d kissed her neck slowly, hands sliding under her shirt, teasing her nipples until they ached and she was arching into him. When he finally pushed her panties aside and pressed against her, she’d gasped at the size.

He’d gone slow at first. The stretch burned, a sharp edge that made her grip his shoulders and breathe through it. Then deeper. Fuller. He filled her completely, hitting places no one had before (and since). She’d moaned loud, body adjusting, pleasure building fast and overwhelming. When he started moving, the friction was intense - every thrust dragging along her walls, pressure building until she came hard, clenching around him, wetness soaking them both as she shook.

Later times were even hotter. Against the wall in his room when they couldn’t wait, quick and urgent. He’d lifted her easily, her legs wrapped tight around his waist. Orgasms that left her shaking, thighs trembling, breathless.

But he was also a massive jerk. They were constantly fighting and they ended up breaking just a few months later.

The toy looked even bigger than Jake. Thicker. The curve she’d noticed when the lid was open. What would that feel like? The stretch. The depth.

She blinked hard. Stopped the thought cold. “You have a husband, Elena. Pull yourself together.“ she said to herself

The taxi pulled up to her house. She paid quickly and went inside the house. Alex was on the couch in sweatpants, feet up, scrolling his phone. Dark hair, easy smile that always made her feel steady. He looked up when she walked in.

“Hey El, why are you home early?” he asked, setting his phone aside.

“Party slowed down.” She dropped her coat on the chair. “But Secret Santa was insane this year.”

She pulled the black box from her bag and handed it over without another word.

He opened it carefully. Eyes went wide. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah…”, she replied, hiding the thoughts she was having in the taxi just minutes ago.

He lifted the dildo out, turning it slowly in his hands under the lamp light. “This is… professional. Who spends this on a prank?”

“No idea.” She sat next to him, close enough that their thighs touched. “Everyone saw. I wanted to die.”

They examined it together. Heavy in his hands. Detailed - the veins looked almost real in the light. Suction base stuck to the coffee table when Alex tested it with a soft pop.

“Damn,” he said, voice low. “This thing’s huge.”

Elena nodded, feeling the warmth from the prosecco still in her cheeks. Alex was average. Felt good. But this was different.

“Should you report it?” he asked, setting it back in the box.

“Maybe. But it’s probably just a joke. I don’t want drama.”

“Up to you.” He closed the lid halfway. “Are you going to bin it tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Definitely.”

They talked a little more. Laughed about possible senders - Mike, Tom, Dave, even Rachel. Alex suggested Lisa from HR as a dark horse. Elena doubted it.

Eventually they went to bed. Alex brushed his teeth first. Elena changed into pajamas - soft cotton shorts and tank that felt cool against her flushed skin. Climbed under the covers.

Alex joined her. Kissed her goodnight, lips lingering a second. Fell asleep fast. Breathing even.

Elena lay awake longer. The box was still downstairs on the coffee table. She pictured it sitting there in the dim light. Waiting for her.

It reminded her of Jake again. How full she felt with him. The stretch that burned at first but turned into something else. The ache the next day, but the good kind that made her smile when she remembered.

What would this feel like? Bigger than anything she has experienced before. Thicker. That curve she’d seen.

She shifted under the covers. A small warmth built between her legs. She pressed her thighs together, trying to ignore it.

She said she’d throw it out in the morning. But the thought lingered as she finally drifted off to sleep…