Twas the night before the 12th day before Christmas, when all through the flat, Not a creature was stirring, except for Bella Bats.

You see dear reader, to Bella, Christmas wasn’t just a holiday, it was a moment in time when she could forget about all the worries of life and revel in the Christmas spirit. Every year without fail, Bella would be at the tippity top of Santa’s nice list, and for her 19th Christmas, she believed it would be no different. She finished her letter to Santa and sealed it shut, leaving it out for the mailman to pick up the next morning.

Bella warmed herself up by the fire, sipping on hot cocoa and reading her favorite Christmas stories. Just as she began to doze off, Bella heard an odd sound outside. She could’ve sworn it sounded like her mailbox being shut, but that can’t be. No mailman works this time of night, especially with the amount of snow the city’s been getting.

Tentatively, Bella opened the door. To her relief, there was no one there but peculiarly, there was a letter at her doorstep addressed to her. Bella closed the door and opened the letter. It was from an elf from the north pole. By some stroke of bad luck, Bella had been mistakenly placed on the naughty list this year! This just couldn’t be. All her friends would make fun of her and there would be coal in her stocking for the very first time.

But do not despair, for there was hope in this Christmas tale. You see, the helpful elf wrote that there is a way to get back on the nice list through the Slut-mas Program. All Bella had to do was to get her slut score up to 100 and Christmas would be saved. At the bottom was a line waiting for Bella’s signature, should she agree.

Bella bit her lip. What other way was there? She couldn’t fathom coming downstairs on Christmas morning to find coal in her stocking, and the snacks for Santa untouched. She dipped her pen in ink, and signed the letter.

Poof! Just as Bella finished writing, the letter vanished in a puff of magic dust. It made Bella incredibly drowsy, and just like that, she fell asleep by the warmth of the fireplace. When Bella Bats woke up the next day, she found the digits 01 tattooed between her tits, right above her cleavage. By Christmas, this number would have to be 100. And so just like that, Bella began her 12 days of Slut-mas.

Bella had spent the entire day cooped up inside, trying to make sense of what was going on. It was dark out already and she hadn’t eaten anything yet. As much as she wanted to stay in bed, her stomach grumbled otherwise. She willed herself up and put a coat over her christmas pajamas. The snowy winter night air reddened her cheeks as she walked over to the local diner, sitting down in one of the booths.

“Late night hun?” Eloise, the waitress, inquired hospitably. Bella took off her coat and took a glance at the menu.

“Yeah, I had a lot on my mind. Can I do the grilled cheese and the tomato soup?,” Bella replied, putting in her order.

“Right away sweetheart. I love the tattoo by the way,” Eloise complimented, pointing to Bella’s chest where her slut score was. Bella passed Eloise the menu and sighed, she had spent all day inside when she should’ve been trying to raise her score. She leaned forwards, slumping dejectedly onto the table.

Looking up, something caught Bella’s attention. The only other customers in the diner were men, the typical demographic that would be out this late at a diner. There were an assortment of truck drivers, men with no wives, and college kids too faded to order without tripping over their own words. And as much as they tried to make it not obvious, Bella could feel their gaze on her body. She never slept with her bra on, so her pajamas did little to hide the shape of her nipples showing from underneath, and with the way she was leaning over the table, her cleavage was on full display. Bella’s slut score dinged, raising up to 02.

Her cheeks flushed. She leaned forward slightly more, trying to see if her score would go up. No good. Nothing happened. Bella never considered herself a slutty girl, but she had to try something. She unbuttoned her top button, fanning herself. Even she knew no one would believe this, but it certainly got their attention. The men’s eyes were glued onto the valley of Bella’s tits between her buttons. Nervously, Bella pretended to accidentally drop her fork. She readied herself, fully aware yet at the same time not believing what she was about to do. Well, nothing else to do but do it. Bella leaned over, making sure to go slow enough that everyone could get a full view of her tits. She could hear a couple low murmurs and shuffling. Picking up the fork and sitting back up, Bella realized that her left breast was fully out. She resisted the urge to cover up. This time, her slut score increased by another point. 03.

By now, every man in the room’s eyes were glued to Bella and they were fully aware she knew. It wasn’t just that the men were watching her. They were also talking about her in a way that made Bella wet beyond comparison.

“Look at that slut over there.”

“Dumb bitch has a nice rack.”

“Wonder if she’ll let us cop a feel.”

Bella’s heart was practically leaping out of her chest. As much as she tried to deny it, she wanted to finger herself so badly. Here she was, showing herself to all these men, and all she could think about was them having their way with her. She couldn’t hold it in any longer. Bella slowly spread her legs and slid her hand into her pants. She could hear her slut score ding, raising to 04.

“Is she fingering herself?”

“Slut couldn’t wait until she got home to play with her pussy!”

“Can’t wait to jerk off to such a whore,” one snickered, pulling his phone out to film Bella. Bell’s fingers quickened, her pussy dripping and soaking through her panties. She couldn’t help it, hearing those men talk about her as if she was another pornstar to jerk off to; it made her feel so good. She wanted to do better for them, to make them keep watching her. Bella couldn’t take it anymore. She unbuttoned her shirt fully and let both of her tits swing into view. She teased her nipples as she fucked her pussy. The men laughed and cheered.

“Holy shit she actually is a braindead slut!”

“Her pussy juices are soaking through her pants!”

“Stupid slut is begging to be fucked!”

Bella couldn’t take it anymore. She pressed her fingers as deep as she could and came, her body shaking with pleasure. The men howled as Bella squirted, soaking her bottoms further and dripping her juices onto the booth cushion. Bella’s slut score jumped to 05.

As her mind calmed down from the pleasure, Bella’s embarrassment returned, realizing she just came in front of cheering men with her tits in full view. Her fingers were still soaked with her pussy juices. She turned a crimson red, and hearing Eloise return with her food, she grabbed her coat and sprinted out the door, her tits bouncing as she ran.

“Merry Christmas ya filthy slut!”

Just like that, Bella Bats ran straight home and slammed her door shut behind her and slid to the floor. She looked down at the 05 between her tits and felt a sense of accomplishment. Don’t get it twisted, dear reader. There was as much embarrassment as there was pride, but for the first time in a long time, Bella felt alive.