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Playing Santa Ch. 01

By: Bjorn Wild



As soon as I had finished my finals, I got home from my junior year at college for Christmas Break and was looking for a part-time job. I arrived at the mall early on a Tuesday morning and went from store to store looking for anything that might be available. Finally I went to the mall management office and tried there. A cute little Asian receptionist had just explained that there were no openings, and I was doing my best to flirt with her as I leaned across the counter, when a gray-haired woman in a dark green business suit burst into the office. She ignored me, moving me aside, and started talking to the receptionist. She also got in the way of me seeing down the top of the receptionist’s beautiful green Christmas dress.

	“Rachel, we have to find another Santa immediately. Mr. Olson has been hospitalized and won’t be able to come in anymore. He apparently slipped and fell and broke his hip. Get busy on the phone to every employment agency and find us a Santa. NOW!”

	Rachel replied, “Yes, Mrs. Shattuck. Right away.” She picked up the phone and began going through a Rolo-dex for some numbers.

	I don’t know why I did it, but I really needed a job. I used my best deep-voiced baritone Santa imitation and bellowed, “Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas.”

	The lady in the suit, Mrs. Shattuck, spun around and looked at me, as if noticing me for the first time. She looked around me to see if there was anyone else in the room. There was not. She looked up at me and said, “Do that again, young man.” I did.

	Mrs. Shattuck began studying me closely. She looked at me over her glasses and through them. She studied my face carefully. I was far too tall at six foot three, and too thin at 195 pounds. On the other hand I have very light blonde hair, and a matching beard and mustache, and blue eyes. Her gaze left my face and she scanned me from head to toe and side to side as I smiled down at her. Gradually a smile appeared on her face. “Young man, do you really think you want the job? You’d work 10 hours a day from now until Christmas Eve. Little kids will climb all over you and you have to stay happy and cheerful the whole time. Can you do that.”

	“Yes, ma’am, I am sure I can,” I smiled down at the little woman. “I’m in my third year of college and plan to be a teacher when I graduate. I enjoy kids.” Well, it was mostly true. I did plan to teach, but high school Spanish, French, or German, and not little kids.

	Mrs. Shattuck spun around and said, “Rachel, cancel those calls. We have a Santa. I will take care of the paperwork. You call the Shady Lady Salon and tell them we need them to do some work to change blonde hair to white and add an extension to a beard.  Anything they can do to hide his age will help, too. Then call the costume shop and tell them we need their best Santa suit in a…,” she paused and looked me up and down, “44 long with lots of proper padding.”

	Rachel went right to work and Mrs. Shattuck motioned me into her office where we filled out the paperwork and she learned I was 21 years old, and that my name is Lars Jorgenson.  She hustled through the work and then stood. “OK, Lars, you need to go down to the Shady Lady across from Sears. They are going to work on your hair and makeup.” I cringed a little. “Polly or Heidi from the costume shop will come over there with a suit and get you into it and ready to greet your public. You start work in 2 hours in the central commons of the mall. Good luck and welcome aboard.” She shook my hand, then sat down and started some other paperwork. 

I exited out to the receptionist and Rachel grinned at me. “Glad we could help you find some work. I hope you enjoy it.” She had a beautiful smile.

“Well, when you get off work, come by and sit on my lap and tell me what you want for Christmas,” I said as I smiled down at her and winked. 

Rachel rolled her eyes and said, “You need to get over to the Shady Lady and get yourself changed into an old geezer. See you later.”

	I smiled and headed out the door.

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	The Shady Lady  was an upscale beauty salon. As soon as I walked in, a woman of about 40 took me by the arm and said, “You must be Lars. I’m Liz. Come with me.” She escorted me past the women getting their hair and nails towards the back of the shop. As we walked I couldn’t help but look down at her ample cleavage encased in a tight-fitting red sequined blouse that was open enough to see the edge her red, lacy bra beneath. Her bleached blonde hair was piled high on her head. She held my arm tight to her side as we made our way into a small room and she closed the door. It was all set up as a one-person salon. “This is where we do some of our exclusive customers that think they are too good to gossip with the common folk,” she said as she released her grip. “Please have a seat while I see what we can do.”

	I eased down into the leather chair and hit my head on the hair dryer. Liz laughed and raised it out of the way. “Sorry about that. You’re a little taller than most of my customers.”

	Liz then began studying my face closely and running her hands over it and through my hair with a wrinkled brow. She looked like a doctor deciding where to make the first cut in a surgery. Finally she sat back. 

	“Your eyebrows are great. They’re almost white already. The rest we’ll have to dye, but come in after Christmas and we’ll change it back.”

	Liz leaned my chair back and bent over me. Those monster jugs were right in my face. Then I felt the warm water and after the initial shock closed my eyes and enjoyed my first hair washing by another person. It was actually quite sensual to have someone else wash and rinse my hair as I did nothing. She was almost done with the rinse when I felt her hand on my lap and realized I had started to get aroused. I jumped a little and Liz giggled, “Well, I see Santa is easy. Better settle that down Santa or you’ll scare the little kids.” She moved her hand away and finished my hair, then tilted the chair back up.

	I could tell my face had turned several shades of red. I finally opened my eyes and Liz had a big grin. “Sorry about that. I’m not sure what was going on in your mind, but you were enjoying it. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

	Liz began to dye my hair. Just then, Rachel came in and handed me a list. She giggled a little when she looked at me and then said, “Mrs. Shattuck sent this over. It’s a list of the stores in the mall and the main items they have that would be of interest to kids. Study it so you can send the parents in the right direction for whatever they need.” Rachel handed me the list and left still giggling. 

Liz worked for the next hour dying my hair and beard, applying makeup to my face, adding more beard with what felt like real hair, and even making my hands look old. While she was working, I studied the list as much as possible when someone is manipulating your face. The whole time, I tried not to look at her cleavage. She finally pronounced the job done. She turned the chair to a mirror and I stared in disbelief. While I didn’t look ancient, I did look at least 45 or 50 years old. The hair on my head and face was completely white. My beard hung down to mid-chest. It was amazing. I looked over at her and just said, “Wow! I wouldn’t even recognize myself.”

Liz was all smiles. “Now, you will have to wear the beard 24/7 for the next two weeks. You should wash off the makeup every night though. Come in a half hour before work every day and I’ll redo the makeup. 

	I got out of the chair and there was a knock at the door. Liz opened to allow an elf to enter. Well, not really an elf, but a tiny, petite blonde of about 25 wearing green and red striped hose, a green and red pleated skirt, a green silk blouse, and a green Santa hat with a bell on the end. She even had on curly toed shoes. The elf really fit the part and was surely under five feet tall and must not have weighed 75 pounds. She had a large suitcase on wheels with her. Liz introduced her, “Lars, this is Heidi from the costume shop. She will help you into the suit.” Liz whispered something to the elf, then left and closed the door.

	“Hello, Heidi,” I said, “I guess the suit is in the bag?”

	“Nice to meet you Lars. Yes it is. I brought a suit and a couple of different kinds of padding.” Heidi opened the suitcase. The suit hanging inside was a thick, deep red velour. The fur trim appeared to be real, but I wouldn’t really know. Then she pulled out some vests that looked like someone had skinned a sumo wrestler. They looked like real skin! She looked them over and looked me over and finally selected one. “OK, Lars, Take off your shirt and let’s try this on.”

	I did as she said and I hope she noticed that the young body underneath was not like the old face above it. I stay in pretty good shape rowing on the college crew team. Heidi handed me a white T-shirt which I put on. Then she helped me into the fat vest. It wasn’t as heavy as it looked, but still weighed nearly 10 pounds I’m sure. The vest fastened around my neck with a clip in the back. When Heidi zipped it down my back, I looked down at what seemed to be a 40 year old beer belly. I put my hands on it to see how it felt and was shocked when it felt almost like real skin. It was filled with some kind of gel and even moved like real skin and blubber. There was not much padding over the shoulders, but plenty sloping from there across my chest and out. I could no longer see my belt buckle.

	Then Heidi added some sleeves that attached to the fat vest and ended at my wrists. The sleeves were cotton lined but added fat to my arms. 

	“Now,” said Heidi, with a little gleam in her eye, “I hope you wore clean underwear today. I need you to lose your shoes, socks, and pants.” She turned away but made no attempt to leave the room. I shrugged and bent to take off my shoes, couldn’t reach them over the belly, and fell on the floor. Heidi jumped a little and then turned to look down on me, giggling. I looked up and smiled widely when I saw a couple inches of creamy white thigh above her stocking and saw that her panties were white lace bikinis and not green and red like the rest of the costume. “Just stay there,” she said with a big grin, “I’ll help you.” 

	Heidi knelt down and removed my shoes, then my socks. “Pants too,” she ordered looking toward my face. I laid back on the floor, undid my belt, the button, and the zipper. Heidi, grabbed both legs at the cuff and pulled. I lifted my butt off the floor and instinctively grabbed the waist of my boxers as she slid my pants off. I heard her take in her breath and then giggle a little. I couldn’t see her over my new belly.

	The little elf walked over me, a curly toed foot on each side, stopped over my stomach and reached down with both hands to help me up. I sat up and then stood, with her help. She looked up at me and grinned, “If you’ll tuck Lars Junior back in, I’ll help you with the pants. I again turned several shades of red as she turned to the suitcase. I reached below the fat suit and tucked my half-hard prick back into my shorts.

	The pants had extra padding on the back to make it look real and to make it easier to sit. There was also padding that fit like chaps for the front of my legs. Heidi asked my shoe size and left while I gazed at myself in the mirrors and tried to act more like the jolly, old elf. It was a lot easier with the suit on. I was practicing my “Ho, ho, ho’s” when she returned and helped me into my boots.

	“I will keep a spare suit here. You can put it on each day after Liz does your makeup. You’ll need to hang the padding to air out each night. Bring the suit in each morning and we will clean it while you wear the second one. And have fun, Santa.”  The little elf gave me a pat on my padded butt and opened the door to let Rachel in.  She whispered something to Rachel, who giggled again, and then left.

	Rachel came in a few minutes later to take me to my station. On the way there, she explained my duties. A “Santa’s Helper” would try to sell a picture of the kids on my lap, but anyone could come see me without paying. The kids would wait in line, sometimes with their parents, and sit on my lap. They would tell me what they wanted for Christmas, smile for a picture (or scream and cry) and then I would give them a candy cane and wish them a merry Christmas.

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	The place of my employment for the next two weeks was a sleigh sitting in fake snow with giant candy canes serving to hold up a tinsel rope to keep the lines in order. There was a sign out front saying, “Santa is feeding his reindeer. He will be back at 2:00.” The “2:00” part was changeable so they could put in a different time. Rachel explained that I would get a ten minute break every hour to stretch, cool down, use the restroom, or whatever. There was a restroom and a small lounge area behind the phony Santa’s workshop faÁade that was behind the sleigh. I also would get a thirty minute lunch break at 1:30, which was now nearly over, and a thirty minute dinner break at 6:30. Other than that, I was to be on from 10:30 AM to 10:00 PM, except Christmas Eve when the mall closed at 7:00.

	As Rachel started to leave, the line of kiddies and parents began to form. I took Rachel’s arm and whispered, “Don’t forget to come back later for your candy cane and sit on my lap.” I winked. She giggled and left.

	For the next four and a half hours, I tried to be cheerful for kids ranging from infants to pre-teens. They all spouted their lists, many of the young ones had their photo taken, and one kicked my shin. It was all I could do to down a bottle of water at the breaks. I never did pee, because I was sweating it out in the fat suit. The Santa’s helpers were two women in their fifties or sixties dressed as Mrs. Claus or something. Did that mean Santa was a polygamist?

	My dinner time was spent eating a Macdonald’s cheeseburger while sitting behind the workshop with a fan cooling me down. The little room had a table with four chairs, a couch, and a small fan. The helpers joined me and talked to each other about their grandkids and knitting or something.

	By 9:00 P.M. the kids were mostly gone. Heidi waved as sheleft for the day. A few sleepy eyed stragglers would show up, but not many. I ended my day at ten wondering what I had done. Fortunately, I have a full size pickup or I wouldn’t have been able to fit inside to drive home. You do get strange looks from people driving through town in a red F-250 wearing a Santa suit. Lots of people wave.

	When I got home, I stripped out of the suit, which my mom gladly hung up for me, had a beer with Dad while he laughed at my hair and beard, then went to bed and crashed.

Playing Santa Ch. 02



The next day, it continued in the same way. I would arrive wearing jeans, an overcoat, a stocking hat, and a scarf (even though it was above 45 degrees out). Shortly after 9:30, I arrived to get my makeup done by Liz, get into the suit with Heidi’s assistance, and went to work.  Heidi and Rachel each came by and waved a few times. Once they even came by together and watched for a while as they ate a meal on the run and visited, but mostly it was just kids, kids, and more kids.

On Thursday night, it was real slow. Must be a bad shopping day. I was sitting alone as my dinner-time approached, when I saw Rachel, wearing a Santa hat and a short red silk dress with white fur trim, stop and talk to the helpers. She had a little white bag. “I brought you a sandwich and a Coke,” she whispered. “Mind if I join you for dinner?”

“Ho, ho, ho, little girl,” I bellowed as I reached for her arm. “What would you like for Christmas?”  I pulled her onto my lap. Rachel giggled and climbed off. “You’d better eat while you can, Santa.” She hopped off my lap.

I went with Rachel to the small lounge area where she produced a sandwich for each of us and the promised Coke. We chit-chatted as we ate. She also let me know that the regular helpers would not be back. She gave them the rest of the evening to do some shopping of their own. When we finished, Rachel came over to my lap. As she sat, she pushed my hand beneath her. She wiggled a little as she sat down. I gulped some air as I realized a bare, wet pussy was wiggling on my fingers. Rachel wiggled a little more then raised up and slipped my hand out from under her before sitting back down. “Does Santa think he can guess what I want?”

All I could say was “Ho, ho, ho. I hope it’s not a candy cane.”

“Well, Liz and Heidi tell me Santa hides a really special one in his boxers,” Rachel whispered lustily. “I even set the sign at 7:30 instead of 7:00 so you’d have time to show it to me.”

I didn’t know if the two women had noticed the slight curve to my eight incher or if Rachel was just making it up, but I didn’t really care.

I pulled Rachel into a kiss and we were soon twirling our tongues in each other’s mouths. She hopped up and beckoned me to stand. She knelt down and pulled my pants and boxers down to below my knees then pushed me back down onto the couch.. Then she did something I couldn’t see over my belly, but I could definitely feel. She caressed  my cock and gently kissed and nibbled at the head. I could see her ebony head moving up and down, but more importantly feel her soft lips on my aching meat. Her tongue swirled around as she licked and sucked my member to its full size.

I reached for her and she finally looked up over my belly at my face. Her eyes were sparkling. She said in a husky voice, “I think Santa’s ready to give me my present.” 

Rachel helped move my feet out to the front of the couch, straddled me and raised up as she held my throbbing erection beneath her. I felt her slide the tip of my cock up and down her slippery slit. Then she suddenly slid completely down to my pelvic bone taking my entire length inside her tiny body. She sat there for a moment with a big grin and then started bouncing up and down, faster and faster until she suddenly stopped and ground her clit into my pubic hair and collapsed across my belly. When she came out of her orgasmic tremors, she again started bouncing until I warned her I was about to come. She just kept going as I shot blast after blast of hot jism into her quivering tunnel. She collapsed across my belly and I stroked her hair as we both began to calm.

As I started to shrink, she climbed off with a plop and again her head disappeared below my belly as she licked me clean. When she had finished and stood, I started to say something, but she put her hand to my lips. “Thank you, Santa. You’re almost out of time. Let me help you get ready.”

She pulled a pair of red silk panties from the lunch bag and slipped them on. She helped me with my pants and then we returned to the Santa business. It was slow and I used every opportunity to whisper some very -un-Santa comments to her when nobody else was around.

When a child would climb onto my lap, she would help them up and use a little sing-song voice to tell them what a nice man Santa was and that he would always try to get good little girls and boys what they wanted for Christmas.

I tried to get her to go somewhere with me after work, but she insisted she couldn’t. “Employees are not allowed to date each other, Santa. We can only see each other at work.” With that she left and I watched her intoxicating little ass disappear toward the other end of the mall.

To be continued….



Playing Santa Ch. 03



The next morning, I arrived in a very jovial mood. I smiled all through the makeup session with Liz. She finished and cracked, "You seem to be getting into this role, Santa. I’ve never seen you this jolly."

When Heidi came in to help with my costume, I was already down to my boxers. She had a different look on her face, a kind of silly grin. As she helped me get into the pants, I could have sworn she intentionally brushed my cock.

Friday and Saturday were very busy nights. There were kids there all evening and although I saw Rachel and Heidi, all I could do was wave to them. On Monday night, Rachel again came by with dinner. She explained that she couldn’t send the other helpers away, but she wanted to stop by after work and see if Santa had anything else for her. The rest of the evening was a little slow anyway and seemed to really drag by with my anticipation of what was to come. I hope none of the kids noticed my half-stiff candy cane in my pants as they told me about Barbie dolls and fire trucks.

At ten o’clock, the old helpers told me good night and headed for the door. I went into the little lounge to gather my things. I was about to give up ten minutes later when Rachel came in. "Sorry I’m late, Santa. I had to go out and pretend I forgot my purse because Mrs. Shattuck walked out with me." As she was saying this, she came up and tried to hug me. She was about five foot two or three and the top of her head came only to the middle of my well-padded chest. Her long black hair hung down to her shapely little ass. She could not reach all the way around me.

I gently pushed her away and began removing my jacket. Rachel helped me with that, the fat vest, and my t-shirt. When it was off, I reached for her again. I could feel the nipples of her B-cup boobs pressing against my chest through her red silk dress. I reached behind her and started unzipping the dress. She just continued to press against me. When the zipper was down to the top of her ass, she stepped away and shrugged out of it. As it pooled at her feet, she stepped out of it and back toward me. I scarcely had time to admire her slender body, now wearing only a pair of red silk bikini panties and her red heels. I moved back to the couch and sat, pulling her onto my lap. This brought our faces to the same level. We began kissing deeply and I let my right hand slip up to tease her nipples as my left hand stroked her hair. Between kisses, I told her how beautiful she looked. In the middle of a tongue tangling kiss, she moaned as I tweaked her nipple between my thumb and fingers.

Rachel pulled away. I bent down and sucked her left tit into my mouth, completely covering it. I twirled my tongue around her nipple. She moaned again. I repeated this with the other breast and then alternated as she moaned and kissed the top of my white head. Then she moved again and began kissing down my chest. She slid off my lap and continued down my stomach. I reached her creamy ass cheek and squeezed gently. She pushed back into my hand and continued her journey down to the top of my pants. Suddenly she stood and reached for me. I stood and she helped pull my pants to the floor. I stepped out of them along with the padding. Rachel was on her knees. She reached up and pulled my boxers down, allowing my rod to spring free. She caressed it from my balls to the tip and then took the head into her little mouth. She sucked on the first two inches while one hand pumped the shaft and the other cupped and played with my balls. I held her head as I sat back down. She kept a grip on my cock and moved her petite ass onto the couch, then went back to work on my stiffy. I used the opportunity to again lean over and begin stoking her ass. I gradually worked my hand down to the hem of her panties. I wiggled a finger underneath the silken fabric. Rachel shifted her ass again, lifting it up off the couch, but kept her warm, soft mouth working on my cock.

I played a finger across her crack and asshole which brought a tightening to her buns, followed by a push against my hand. I moved my hand away and brought it in under her belly. I slipped into the waistband of her panties and tangled my fingers in her sparse bush. I reached a little further and felt the warm wetness of her slit. I moved a finger back and forth across it and suddenly slipped inside her waiting pussy. I stroked into it and back across her clit several times. I used my other hand to move her panties to uncover that tight little ass and squeeze it again.

I was trying to ignore her ministrations, but suddenly realized I was very close. I told her so, but she kept right on going. Finally I could hold back no longer and blasted a load into her mouth. Rachel coughed a couple of times, but kept right on sucking until I quit spurting. Then she looked up at me and smiled. Her red tongue darted out to catch a stray drip. I stroked her hair and told her again how beautiful she was. Rachel then did something totally unexpected. She stood and removed her panties completely, then went right back to sucking and licking my shrinking member. I played with her ass and pussy and desperately wanted to lick it, but for some reason, she resisted my efforts. 

Finally I said, "Rachel, let me taste you. You are so wet."

"Not today. I haven’t had a shower," was all she took time to say and went right back to work reviving my dick.

When I knew it was hard again, I pulled her up and kissed her hard on the mouth. She climbed higher on my body and reached back between her legs to guide me into her waiting snatch. It was velvety smooth, tight, wet, and warm. She slowly slid completely down onto me. We tongued each other furiously as she rode my cock.

This time was much better than the day before. I could watch as my cock disappeared inside her on her downstroke. As she raised up, I could see her lips cling to my pole, trying to pull it back in. She gradually speeded up, fucking me for all she was worth and suddenly slammed down onto me, wrapped her arms around me tightly, and squealed. Her body trembled and her pussy gripped me tightly.

When her orgasm had subsided, I lifted her up off of my cock and set her gently onto the couch. She was protesting, thinking I was ready to stop. I helped her get onto her knees on the couch and fingered her pussy. She moved her legs apart and waggled her ass. I rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her slit. On the third time, Rachel pushed back and I slipped inside. I began fucking her faster and faster. She reached between her legs and played with her clit. It didn’t take long before I tensed and shot my load deep within her as her pussy contracted and gripped my cock. I popped out and we slid together onto the couch.

We were lying there getting our breath back when I heard something., just a slight movement on the other side of the wall. Then we both heard Heidi’s voice and a knock on the partition separating us from the sleigh. "Santa, I mean Lars, are you still here?"

Rachel and I scrambled for clothes. "Just a minute. I’m getting dressed." Heidi appeared around the corner while I was still pulling my jeans on. Rachel only had her dress half way over her head. And was shimmying into it.

Heidi stopped and turned away. She muttered and "excuse me" and waited a moment. Rachel was blushing deeply and I am sure I was too.

"I didn’t know you were busy. I just wanted to let you know the night security guard will be around in another 15 to 20 minutes. Wanted to make sure you got everything gathered and out in time."

Now this seemed a little odd to me. Did she check any other nights when I was already gone? Why tonight? Ell, I wasn’t going to let it bother me. "Thanks, Heidi. I’m heading out now." She turned and looked at the two of us. I kissed Rachel’s forehead and then her lips. "Don’t forget, Santa knows if you’ve been good. You are way better than good. I’ll see you tomorrow." 

We all three walked to the exit. We waved and headed on our own ways home.

To be continued... 



Playing Santa Ch. 04



Playing Santa Ch. 04

	I came in on Tuesday as usual and headed for the Shady Lady. On my way, Mrs. Shattuck stopped me in the nearly empty mall. "Lars, I have a favor to ask you," she began. "Every year we have a little party for the mall employees and some of the store personnel. It’s after closing on Christmas Eve. Do you think you could come and play Santa? We have a little gift exchange and I’d like you to hand out the presents."

	Of course I agreed. The party would be Friday night and would be held in the Furniture Barn store in the middle of the mall.

	When I got to the Shady Lady, Rachel and Heidi were deep in conversation as they had their hair done. When I entered, they both looked up and smiled. Rachel blushed a little. I said good morning to them both and they returned the greeting.

	I went straight back to the little room at the back and Liz came in shortly. As she started to do the makeup, Liz was smiling and gossiping. "I understand you and our little Rachel have hit it off. I think that’s just great."

	With her busy on my face, I could only manage, "Uh-huh," through closed lips.

	She went on a while about how great that was and then, "Now you two need to be careful. We wouldn’t want the security guard or Mrs. Shattuck catching you. If you need a more private place, let me know and you can use my office."

	I sort of said, "Thanks" through the mask of goop she was applying. I thought, "Do these women tell each other everything? The way she gossips in here, everyone in the mall will know before the day is over."

	When Liz had finished, she went out to get Heidi. I was surprised when Rachel came in with her. She walked up and kissed me. I kissed her back and reached around her, squeezing her ass lightly.

	Heidi said, "I’m sorry I walked in on you two last night. I hope I didn’t embarrass you too much, Lars."
	"Not if you weren’t embarrassed, Heidi." I couldn’t help but wonder how long she had really watched before we saw her. 

Rachel leaned away from my while still in my arms. "Should I meet you here after you get off work to help you out of that suit?" she asked with a wink.

"I think that’s a great idea," I answered. "That way I won’t have to drive home in it." I gave her another kiss and whispered, "Besides, I think there’s something I promised to do for you." I was thinking about the fact that I had not yet tasted her pussy. From the shade of crimson on her face as she reacted, I am sure she was too.

"Well, I have to get to the office. See you later." Rachel gave my cock a little squeeze as she left.

Heidi had stood by and watched and grinned her little pixie smile the whole time this exchange went on.

As she started to help me get dressed, she said, "You know, Rachel and I don’t have any secrets. We share everything. She was embarrassed to tell you, but she has never had anyone, uh, kiss her, you know, down there." Now Heidi looked embarrassed. "I’m sure she would enjoy it, but she’s afraid she might taste funny or something."

"Women in beauty shops must talk about everything," I thought to myself. "Well, I’m sure she doesn’t need to worry about that," I said as I imagined myself diving in to her beautiful snatch. "How come you’re embarrassed to talk about it?  You seem to talk about everything with Rachel and Liz."

Heidi again looked unsure and then softly explained, "Well partly because I’m talking to you and partly because… well … you see…" She had stopped getting me dressed. Then she continued, "My husband has never done that to me either."

"Never? Nobody has ever?" I looked at her as if she had said, "I’ve never eaten ice cream."

She looked a little upset and started to explain, "We got married right after high school. We were both virgins. Neither of us knew much about sex. I talk to other people and get all these ideas, but he’s not much for experimenting."

"Well, you should experience it at least once. Maybe you should show him a movie or something."

"Oh, he’d never watch a movie like that!" she exclaimed. Then she changed the subject. "You know, if you’d put on the pants and boots first, you wouldn’t need my help getting dressed every morning, because the belly wouldn’t be in your way."

"I know. I thought of that a few days ago. I kind of like having my own elf to get me dressed though. "I smiled down across my belly padding and started to get down on the floor as usual.

Heidi slid the pants over my feet. Then, instead of pulling them up as she faced me, she faced my feet and began inching the pants up my legs as she faced away. The site I beheld was magnificent. She had on no panties under her skirt. Her feet were on either side of me and her legs spread to give me an unobstructed view as she moved my pants up and brought her pussy closer with each step.

"Mmm," I said in a husky voice, "That looks good enough to eat. Your husband doesn’t know what he’s missing." 

Heidi was pulling my pants up around my butt now as I raised up from the floor. She stopped and squeezed my hardening cock. "It looks like you are enjoying the view."

I began rubbing my hands up and down her legs, with her feet planted on either side of my chest. She was so short, I could almost reach the light tufts of blonde hair through which her reddish, swollen lips were protruding. Heidi moved back some more so her pussy was directly above my face and moaned as I reached my goal with my fingers. She was extremely wet and a finger easily slipped in. I slipped it back out.

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" I asked. "I mean what about Rachel and your husband? This isn’t right."
"It was Rachel’s idea and what my husband doesn’t know won’t hurt him." She pulled my hand back up to her dripping twat. Who was I to argue?

I fingered her with my right hand and massaged her ass cheek with my left. I gradually pulled her beautiful cunt down to my face. She started a bit when my lips kissed her ass. Gradually she relaxed more and more and began to enjoy her first tongue fucking as I worked over her slit and then teased her clit. She lay across the belly padding and fondled my cock into a raging hard-on. By the time she came in a gushing flow on my face, I had two fingers buried inside her stroking in and out and had sucked her clit between my upper teeth and tongue where I could tease it unmercifully.

I eased off and she gradually calmed down and moved her pussy away from my face so she could reach my cock with her mouth. I lightly fingered her dripping snatch as she sucked and licked my cock to its fullest.

	Heidi slid off to the said and cooed, "I have to have this in me. Just once I have to see how it feels. She stood, straddled my body and faced toward me. Suddenly the look on her face went from ecstasy to horror. She stepped away and started reaching for her clothes.

"Stop. Get your pants the rest of the way on." She was hurriedly buttoning up her blouse. I struggled to my knees and looked in the big mirror and saw what she had seen. Her pussy juice had caused my makeup to run. I looked like something from a horror movie instead of a jolly fat man. 

I pulled up the leg fat and pants. Heidi exited and returned with Liz into the room. Liz had a huge grin on her face and was shaking her head. "Well, St. Nick, I see we have a little problem." She touched my face and then leaned close and sniffed. "Must have been something you ate." She laughed hysterically at her own joke and then proceeded to wash my face and redo the makeup she had finished only a short time before. 

As she worked, Heidi stood off to the side with her eyes downcast and her face glowing crimson in embarrassment. When Liz was finished, Heidi quickly helped me finish getting dressed. She also explained in a whisper that she had really enjoyed this morning, but had a husband and two kids at home. She sadly whispered, "I think maybe I should find someone else to help you get dressed from now on." While she was saying this, I was stroking her ass or breast or whatever was nearby. She didn’t even try to stop me. 

"I think that’s wise," I answered, getting a surprised look from her. "You and I seem to be better at the undressing part." Heidi slapped my padded butt and sent me out the door.

Liz winked at me as I walked by and then laughed loudly again as I flushed in embarrassment on my way through the door.

I looked back to see the two women talking in whispers and looking my way as I headed to Santa’s workshop.

Throughout the day, Heidi, Rachel, and even Liz would stop by to see how I was doing and wave. It was very busy and I was disappointed when Rachel didn’t show up at dinner time. I was getting a hard-on off and on throughout the day just thinking about her cute little body, or Hedi’s if she came by.

I was gathering my things and had said goodnight to the helpers when Heidi slipped into Santa’s workshop. She stepped up and grabbed me around the waist. Her arms really couldn’t reach with the padding, but she did try. She stepped back and looked up at me. "I’ve been feeling bad about leaving you in that state ever since this morning," she cooed as she patted my now stiffening member. "I think I should at least take care of that before you go."

With that, she dropped to her knees, taking my pants and shorts with her. She licked and sucked my cock, hidden below the red belly, to its full size. I was enjoying this immensely but also feeling guilty because now I knew she was a married woman and a mother. Finally she stood, still rubbing and caressing my cock. I stroked her silken hair and looked down into her eyes.

"Are you sure about this," I questioned her seriously.

"She squeezed a little harder. "Oh, God yes. My husband is only an inch taller than me and his thing is only about half the size of yours. I have never experienced what Rachel described to me. I have to feel that just one time. Please?"

Heidi looked up at me with lust in her eyes. She was still fondling my cock and balls as she awaited my answer.

I was contemplating the idea when Rachel walked around the partition. "I thought I’d find you two here. Pull those pants up Santa. The guard is on his way. The three of us need to go back over to the Shady Lady if this is going any further." She spun around and headed away.

I stood there dumbstruck for a bit, then Heidi pulled up my pants for me and said, "Hey Santa, let’s go see what you have for a couple of bad, little girls."

"OK, I can’t say no to an elf." We hurried off through the emptying mall.




Playing Santa Ch. 05



I handed a few candy canes out to guards and cleaning people as I walked toward the Shady Lady beauty salon. Heidi was in her elf costume walking with her arm on my arm. One of the guards chuckled, "Better not let Mrs. Claus catch you being cozy with an elf, there Santa." If he only knew, I thought.

Rachel was unlocking the door when we arrived. We all went in and hurried straight to the back room. The two girls immediately helped me out of the suit and I was soon down to just my boxers. "It’s like unwrapping a Christmas present," Heidi squealed just before she slid my boxers to the floor.

The girls steered me to the reclining salon chair. As Rachel adjusted it to tip back, Heidi ran some warm water and then washed the makeup from my face. As she scrubbed the old man look away, Rachel began to caress my already rising manhood. She began to kiss, lick, and suck on it to bring it fully erect. Heidi completed my face removal and moved to join Rachel.

I reached a hand out to each side and stroked the two cute little asses through their skirts as they both ministered to my cock and balls. I lifted one skirt and then the other to find no panties to interfere and slid a finger down each crack to find the moistness developing there. Heidi stopped working on my dick and dropped her clothes to the ground so she was completely naked. She looked to Rachel, grabbed my erection and said in a sultry voice, "I just have to feel this in me."

Rachel stepped away and began undressing. Rachel stepped up on the side of the chair and straddled my erection. She held it up and squatted until it was just touching the lips of her wet pussy. She moved the head of my cock up and down her slit, moistening it with our combined juices. Then she put it inside her lips and let go of it with her hand. She began to slowly move up and down, just a tiny bit at a time, but gradually going deeper and deeper. The whole time she was saying, "Oh, God this feels good. Oh, I needed this." I played with her nubbin tits while she very slowly sank all of my cock inside her elfin body. I was buried to the hilt in her tight cunt and it felt incredibly good. Heidi slowly started moving up and down. I pinched her nipples and massged her breasts as she fucked herself on my cock. She would rise up until only the head was inside of her and then slowly sink down until our pubic hair mingled.

Rachel was now beside my head and bent to kiss me, causing me to lose contact with Heidi’s breasts. She kissed me hard, her lips opened, and our tongues played the tango inside each other’s mouths. When she did break the kiss, she nibbled on my ear and whispered, "Does Heidi’s tight pussy feel good, Lars?"

"Oh, God, yes," I answered as Heidi continued to slowly ride me up and down.

"Would you like a taste of mine?" Rachel cooed as she licked my ear. "I shaved it just for you."

I responded by half turning my upper body and reaching between her legs. I fingered her sopping slit. "Bring it up here, baby. I need to taste you."

Rachel climbed onto the chair and straddled my face, facing toward Heidi. I cupped an ass cheek in each hand and guided her down toward my mouth. She had left the triangle of hair above her slit but was shaved clean and smooth so her lips were easily visible and accessible. I licked from her slit to her asshole and back down down toward her slit. I helped her move up a little and began kissing around her lips. Rachel kept pushing back toward me, so I slipped my tongue between her folds and tasted her for the first time. She was sweet and already running with juices. Rachel squealed as I pushed my tongue in farther and began fucking her with it. Then I raised her up and licked down her slit to her clit and teased it. I continued to alternate between slit and clit. The whole time, Heidi was gradually picking up speed. Now I could feel my cum start to move within me and I struggled to hold back until I broke away from Rachel’s succulent twat to exclaim, "I’m about to cum!" thinking Heidi would stop or slow down. Instead she just bounced harder and faster. I tongued Rachel’s slit furiously as I began to unleash a torrent of sperm into Heidi. Rachel then clamped onto my face and started to writhe as her own orgasm shook her body. I think Heidi had been having small ones for quite some time, but suddenly I felt her inner muscles latch onto my love muscle as she also began convulsing and they both were screaming, "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!"

I would have been screaming the same except I could scarcely breathe. Finally Rachel relaxed enough for me to get some air. The deep inhalation into my lungs must have been noticeable because she immediately climbed off and kissed me between giggles. "That was incredible. I didn’t mean to smother you. I’m so sorry." She continued to kiss my face, either oblivious to or enjoying her own secretions that had accumulated there.

I felt Heidi relax, too and as she rose up, I came out of her with a pop. "Oh, God that was incredible," she said as she approached my face opposite Rachel. They looked at each other.

Rachel spoke, "Well, shall we swap places and try it again?"

Heidi just giggled. "First, I think he needs some help." She reached down and fondled my shrinking cock.

They both moved down and started their tag team sucking, licking, kissing, and fondling routine again. Mostly I just moaned my approval and kept thinking it must all be a dream. "A wet dream," I nearly said aloud as I smiled and moaned again.

In a few minutes, they had me ready. Rachel climbed up and impaled herself on my erection with her ass where I could play with her cheeks. Rachel was very wet and needed little effort to take me fully inside of her. She began grinding against my groin and then rising up and down. A few moments later, Heidi was lowering her pussy to my waiting tongue. I ate Heidi as Rachel rode me. I tongued her slit and used my tongue to tease her clit. Her clit became as hard as my cock and I sucked it in between my teeth as I shoved three fingers inside her dripping cunt. I was rewarded with some of my own cum and the squeezing of my fingers as Heidi screamed to an orgasm first. She slipped off to the side and sank to the floor. I played with Rachel’s ass cheeks as she fucked herself on my pole. Gradually I gathered some of her juices and started probing her asshole. When I felt she was ready, I slipped a finger in and finger fucked her ass. A few moments later, she was writhing atop me as her orgasm overtook her body.

When she had calmed and started to slowly move again, I stopped her. "Hey, gorgeous. Climb off. I want to try something."

Rachel reluctantly did climb off. I sat up and got out of the chair. I had the girls get on the chair on their knees, facing away from me. This put them at just the right height. I moved in behind Rachel and plunged my cock inside her dripping pussy. After a dozen strokes, I pulled out, stepped to the right and stuffed it into Heidi. I gave her a dozen and switched again. Both girls began fingering their clits and slits as I worked on the other. I had made the switch several times and was pumping in and out of Heidi for the fifth or sixth time when I felt the cum boiling up in my balls. I started to pull out intending to walk around the chair to finish in their mouths. Heidi reached back and grabbed my leg. "Give it to me. I want it all," she hissed. Santa always aims to please so I plunged in a couple more times and then buried my cock clear into her cervix, holding her to me by her slender hips, and I shot my load deep within her. 

Exhausted, we all dressed and cleaned up the salon room, then headed home. I walked the girls to their cars. When we got to Heidi’s car, she kissed my cheek and whispered, "Thank you so much. I needed to feel that just this once." She squeezed my crotch through my pants. "Now I will leave you to Rachel. I have to get back to my real life."

I walked Rachel to her car. She got up on her toes and I bent to kiss her fully on the lips. "You are incredible," I said when the kiss broke. "See you tomorrow?"

"You’d better be here. I want to get you alone this time." She kissed me again, then got in her car and drove away.

I headed home and slept like a rock. I did awaken in a dream, and those weren’t visions of sugar plums dancing in my head. I only had a few more days of being Santa, but I meant to enjoy them thoroughly.



Playing Santa Ch. 06



On Wednesday and Thursday, the mall was very busy. Friday was Christmas Eve and there were still lots of kids that wanted to see Santa and parents trying to finish their shopping. They did let me off an hour early on Wednesday to do my own Christmas shopping. I did manage to meet Rachel both nights after work for some incredible sex in the back room of the salon. The only other difference was that I didn’t see Heidi. Liz helped me dress after doing my makeup. It wasn’t nearly as fun. On Thursday, as we were getting ready to leave, she asked, "Would you like to follow me home? Maybe you could come in for a nightcap."

Of course I did follow her home. I made two calls on my cell phone on the way. The first was to my old high school pal Brian. I told him my folks would expect me home, but I was telling them I was hanging with him for the night. He laughed, "Got lucky, huh?" and agreed. The second was a message on my parents’ answering machine that I would be at Brian’s. They were probably at Dad’s office party. I may be out on my own 90 percent of the time, but when I’m home, they expect me to check in. Rachel lived in an apartment about a mile from the mall. I parked my pickup and joined her on the sidewalk where we walked arm in arm to her apartment. She used her key to let us in.

As soon as the door swung closed, I grabbed her in my arms and lifted her off her feet, like I was carrying a bride over the threshold. I began kissing her and our tongues explored each other’s mouths. I was kissing her forehead and eyes when she pointed to my right and I headed into a short hallway and then into her bedroom where I dropped her on the bed. I dropped beside her and was kissing her face and starting down her neck, when she said, "Lars, let’s shower first." 

"Not a bad idea," I thought. "Sounds great. You lead the way."

Rachel rolled over and stood. She began stripping off her clothes as she crossed the hallway to the bathroom. I followed behind her doing the same. When we go to the bathroom I saw it was a tub with a curtain and a showerhead. When she bent over to start the water, I fondled her ass playfully. She wiggled it side to side as she adjusted the temperature and switched it from tub to shower. She stood, climbed in, and closed the curtain.

I climbed in behind her from the back end of the shower. The water was streaming over her head. I grabbed a bar of soap and lathered my body as Rachel shampooed her hair. As she finished rinsing her hair, I grabbed her and held her to my soapy body. "This seems like a great way to save on soap," I said as I rubbed her all over my chest. She just giggled and held on.

"Let me wash your hair for you," Rachel said as I let her back down. "On your knees, Santa."

I knelt down and she played the water over my hair and tipped my face up to get my extended beard. Then she poured a dollop of her shampoo into her dainty hand and began lathering my head. She used another dollop and did the same for my beard. By now, my eyes were closed tightly to keep the soap out. Rachel said, "OK, stand up now so I can finish." I stood and was expecting water when I felt her washing the hair on my chest. She then moved down and even washed the hair around my crock, using her other hand to move my growing cock out of the way.

She then removed the showerhead from the wall and spayed my groin, then my chest and finally my face. I bent forward at the waist and she sprayed across my head while rubbing it to get all of the soap out and then did the same down my beard and over my chest, cock, and balls. It was a marvelous feeling.

I opened my eyes and pulled her to me. We kissed passionately as I cupped her ass cheek with my left hand and re-hung the showerhead with my right. I then used that hand to fondle her right breast while we continued to kiss. I’m sure she could feel my hard-on growing against her belly. I knew I was right when she slipped a hand between us and broke the kiss to ask, "Is this for me?" as she squeezed and stoked it.

I responded by lifting her up with both hands beneath her ass until her face was even with mine and her legs wrapped around my waist. I reached farther and played with her pussy with my right hand. One finger and then two slipped in as she continued to smother my face with kisses. I positioned her on to of my cock and met no resistance as she wiggled onto it and sank to the hilt. I used my hands on her ass to bob her up and down. We kissed hard, stopping occasionally, only long enough for one of us to moan, and then kissing some more. I moved her up and down, up and down. The water began to cool. 

"Damn," Rachel swore. "The water’s getting cold. We’d better get out."

I lifted her off of my erection and heard a plop as I came out. Rachel shut off the water and threw the curtain open. I expected a towel, but she just stepped out of the shower and hopped up on the counter by the sink. She beckoned me toward her. I came and kissed the top of her head, moved her dripping long black hair out of the way, then kissed her face and neck. I worked my way down, pausing to suck each nipple into a hard nubbin and continued across her wet belly toward the Promised Land. I knelt on the floor and dove between her legs. Her hand on the back of my head urged me on. I lightly kissed the patch of black pubic hair, wiggling my tongue in the damp spot. Her hands were pressing me lower and her legs spread wide. She moaned loudly as my tongue tickled her clit. I licked, kissed, and tongued my way down her slit as she moaned and pressed my head in more tightly. 

I brought a hand up to assist with her pussy while my other one caressed her leg and up onto her belly and breasts. I continued to tease her, despite her pressing need. I would dip my tongue slightly into her slit and then kiss lightly with just my lips. I would tease her clit and move away. My fingers began to open her up and I pushed my head back to look. "Beautiful," I moaned and finally dove in as she grabbed my head with both hands. Now I licked, stroked, nibbled, and sucked her pussy with full effort. Rachel was holding my head in tight and writhing on the countertop. Suddenly she tensed and once again gripped my head in the vice of her thighs as she came in a spasm of orgasmic bliss.

I over-dramatized the intake of breath as she at last released me. She giggled. When I stood, she grabbed my cock, pulling me to her. I positioned it at her slit on the edge of the counter and entered her in one long, slow stroke and held her tight. Then I slowly began pumping in and out. I moved a little faster with each stroke. I then used a thumb to massage her clit as I could feel myself getting closer. When I felt her tense and clamp my cock with her pussy muscles, I came, sending streams of sperm deep inside her hot little body. As we relaxed, I lifted her up, releasing my dick from her velvet heaven, and carried her across the hall to her room. We snuggled together into the bed and were soon sound asleep.

I awoke to every man’s dream - she was sucking my morning erection beneath the covers. I reached down and pulled her up to me. "Good morning, Santa. What would you like for breakfast?"

I answered by crawling under the sheets myself and diving between her legs. We were soon in a 69 position and going at it until she came. As she clamped my head in the now familiar Asian crotch vice, I emptied my load into her mouth. She gobbled it up hungrily and did let me breathe again before I had finished emptying it all.

We lay there a few moments, then she jumped out of bed, throwing off the covers and beckoned me, "Come. Let’s eat breakfast." 

She must have been up before she woke me. There were plates on the table with metal covers. She pulled them off to reveal sausage links, eggs, and hash browns. There was also a fresh pot of coffee and some orange juice. She motioned me to a chair and sat naked opposite me as we ate and visited. Mostly we talked about the mall and about my school studies. I tried to reach up to her with a toe, but a bar beneath the table blocked my way.

I did learn that she had lived in my hometown for only a year and a term. She was attending the community college as she worked and hoping to transfer into a nursing program at the end of the current school year. This would take her several hundred miles in the opposite direction of my college.

When breakfast was over, I helped her with dishes. More accurately, I played with her body while she washed the dishes. She did threaten to snap me with the dishtowel though. So I did dry some of them.

As soon as the dishes were done, we headed for the bedroom. When we got there though, Rachel stood and said, "We have to talk first."

I probably had a look of dread on my face. Rachel laughed, "Don’t worry. It’s not that bad. I just wanted to say that I am not ready for a serious relationship. I had a long time boyfriend that I finally got rid of in September. When things were good, they were great, but he had a bad habit of hitting me. When he broke a rib, I had enough. He’s in jail where he belongs. However, I don’t want a serious relationship now. I need to concentrate on my studies. But, if you’re willing, I really miss sex. I haven’t had any since just before Bob was arrested." 

I was looking sympathetic and excited at the same time. "Are you sure?" I asked. "I mean, are you sure that just sex is alright with you for now?"

For an answer, Rachel crawled across the bed and pulled me over to her and kissed from my belly up to my face. "If you’re willing, I am. You are a very gentle lover, and I have enjoyed every minute of it so far. Come here and show me what else you’ve got."

I crawled onto the bed and rolled her onto her belly. I lifted her long ebony locks and smelled her hair before gently laying her tresses off to one side. I straddled her legs and began a sensuous massage at her neck, using the lotion that had been lying on the nightstand. I worked her muscles across her shoulders and down her back, stopping just short of her ass. I worked on those muscles for about ten minutes, then started working lower. As I massaged her, I would occasionally kiss her neck or back. By now, my erection was also rubbing against her legs and ass when I moved to reach higher. Rachel seemed totally relaxed and was enjoying it immensely judging from the sounds she was making. Lots of "Mmm" and "Ahh" with an occasional, "A little lower, please."

Soon I stood and gently moved her to the foot of the bed. I knelt at her feet and massaged her calves. Each stroke brought my hands a little higher and as I reached farther up her legs, she opened them wider and wider. I could see her labia, open, moist and inviting.

I moved up between her legs and concentrated on her ass cheeks. First I kneaded one and then the other. Then I worked on both, opening and closing her crack with each motion, exposing and hiding her rosebud and pussy lips. Finally I could stand it no more. I stopped, to Rachel’s protest, and grabbed two pillows, which she understood to allow me to slip under her lower stomach, raising that succulent ass into the air. Then I dove in headfirst. I licked her from clit to asshole and back several times, ending the last by slipping my tongue into her nether hole. Then I concentrated on her pussy until I could insert three and then four fingers. I moved to her clit and used my tongue to spell her name as it quickly emerged from it hood. I continued to diddle her clit with my thumb and her pussy with my fingers and again stuck my tongue into her asshole. Rachel screamed and writhed, but could not clamp me in her vice in that position so I continued on until she finally screamed, "Stop. Oh, God, stop. I have to calm down."

My tongue and thumb stopped their teasing, but I still had four fingers clamped in the rippling muscles of her vagina until her breathing finally eased. I slid my fingers out of her dripping snatch. Rachel rolled off the pillows and grabbed two more. When she again lay across them, her knees no longer reached the bed. Her legs were splayed widely apart and nearly straight with only her toes touching the sheets. I moved up behind her and rubbed my cock head up and down her slit and then plunged in. Rachel moaned loudly and pushed back against me. I began fucking in earnest now. My balls were slapping her exposed clit as I pumped in and out. I had a hand on each of her hips, pulling and pushing in opposition to the movement of my own hips. Rachel was moaning and saying, "Harder, harder," and "Oh God, this feels good." I just kept pumping. As I neared my climax, I lifted my right thumb to my mouth and moistened it. Just as I was about to explode, I worked my thumb into her asshole and Rachel began to climax too. I emptied my load inside of her and collapsed atop her back. As we relaxed, my shrinking member slipped out and we rolled off the pillows. As we lay there, she reminded me about the party after work. 

We showered together, tenderly washing each other but without sexual activity. After we dressed, we each got in our own vehicle and headed to the mall. I drove around a few minutes before parking so we would not arrive together.

To be continued…..



Playing Santa Ch. 07



Christmas Eve was a strange day at the mall. There were lots of people frantically searching for those last minute gifts. There were very few small kids. There were a lot of young teenagers and pre-teens that seemed to take great joy in tormenting Santa. The pre-teens would invariably pull my beard and react in shock when it did not come off. The teenage girls would come in groups of three to six and squirm all over my lap and ask for all kinds of things. A few of them were things that would cause them to scream (if I really did produce what they asked for) and me to go to jail. Some were just innocent kids having fun. In any case, by 11:00, a security guard was nearby to keep the rowdier ones away.

At noon, as I was resting and eating a Big Mac and fries, there was a sharp knock on the workshop divider and one of the helpers said, "Come in." Mrs. Shattuck bustled around the partition and came right up to me. 

"Lars, may I have a moment?" She motioned toward the back of the rest area.

I got up and followed her. "Now, the mall closes at 7:00 tonight. You can get some rest and get cleaned up. You may want to change into your clean costume. I'll make sure it is available over at the Shady Lady. At 8:00, you will find your sleigh in front of the Furniture Barn. The mall employees and many of the various store employees will be there. Some will bring their children. Rachel will help you hand out gifts for them. There will also be some gifts for employees. When the gifts are handed out, please feel free to enjoy the buffet."

"That sounds great Mrs. Shattuck. I'll be there with bells on."

"Oh, there is one more thing. That party will break up by 9:00 or 9:30. At 10:00, the mall's board of directors will be here. They have requested a little fashion show so they can select some last minute gifts for their wives." Then she leaned close and whispered, "Although, I really don't think their wives ever see what they buy." That confused me. She continued, "I would like for you to be the emcee for the fashion show. I have a script prepared. All you have to do is read it. Oh, and you will be compensated for the extra time."

"That's fine with me, Mrs. Shattuck. I've really enjoyed working here. Hopefully you'll have me back next year."

"You've been a marvelous Santa. If Mr. Olson does not decide to return, the job is yours. In fact, you are a better Santa, but he's been doing it for so long I have to give him first chance."

"Oh, sure, I understand. Thank you." I looked at the clock. "Well, I'd better get back out there. My public awaits."

The day dragged by. My 'customers' came in spurts. Everyone was in a hurry to get done so they would only have a couple of minutes before their parents ran out of patience and hustled them away. The teens were less problem with the guard hanging around, but a few still played their little games. 

At last, 7:00 came and we closed up shop. I grabbed my things and headed straight for the Shady Lady. The door was locked and the shades were down so I knocked. I heard some movement inside and Liz came and opened the door just a crack. "Oh, Santa, I'm sorry. Old Lady Shattuck forgot we are doing the hair and makeup for the fashion show. I sent the suit back to the costume shop. They'll help you get changed. See you later." She gave me a little wave and bolted the door again.

I found my way to the costume shop and was a little disappointed to find Heidi was not there. Instead, there was a plump woman of about 50 dressed as Raggedy Anne. She was quite jolly and talked nonstop as she helped me out of my suit and into a clean one. Then she had me sit down in a chair and touched up my makeup. She did a competent job, but she was no Heidi, or not even a Liz for that matter.

Still having over half an hour to kill, I wandered through the mall just looking through closed storefronts. By the time I reached the Furniture Barn, buffet tables were already set up and food was beginning to arrive. My sleigh was already in place next to the gigantic mall Christmas tree and there were stacks of presents to be handed out.

I walked by and continued to look in a few other store windows then returned to the Furniture Barn just before 8:00. People were mingling and munching. Many others were still arriving. I looked but could not see Rachel or Heidi anywhere, so I went to the sleigh and had a seat. There was a list there and I began looking over the names. I didn't even see Rachel until she touched my hand. I looked up and smiled broadly. She turned and modeled her outfit for me.

Rachel was wearing a simple little dress of deep red satin. It had white fur (fake I'm sure" trim around a U-shaped neckline and around the hem which was about halfway between her knees and heaven. It fit tightly to her body on top and flared out from the waist down. She spun and I caught a glimpse of red sequinned panties as her dress rose. She also had on a Santa hat and ballet slippers to match the dress.

"Where were you all week while I was stuck with the old ladies?" I whispered and pulled her up into the sleigh. As she stepped up, I noticed the delicate silver snowflake ankle bracelet I had sent to her office with the "From Santa" tag on it.

"I'm sorry you had to work with them, but I've been thinking all day how to repay you for the gift, Santa." She leaned down and kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "Much more later." She gave my arm a squeeze and took the list to begin gathering kids and presents.

There were a couple of dozen small children who received dolls and trucks. A few older ones received other gifts. Then there were gifts for employees, mostly holiday food baskets or flowers, some with bonus check envelopes tucked inside. The kids all sat on my lap, of course, but I was surprised when most of the women employees and a couple of the men did as well. When the gifts had all been handed out, I helped myself to a few remaining goodies from the buffet table. Rachel slipped away for an unknown errand as the crowd began leaving with shouts of "Merry Christmas."

Mrs. Shattuck came up and latched onto my elbow. "Thank you, Santa. The children really enjoyed that. Now come with me into the Furniture Barn for the fashion show."

I let Mrs. Shattuck escort me into the store. The windows had been covered with draperies and the gate-like door was open only enough to allow passage. Inside, there was three tables, each about 6 feet wide and 18 feet long, had been set up in a U-shape. Large comfortable chairs sat along the outside. At the open end of the tables, some steps had been set up to allow access up and down so the tables could be used as a runway. Just inside the opening of the U was an overstuffed chair on a slightly raised platform. A microphone and my script were there waiting for me. I sat down and began looking over the first page of the script. About half way down I saw Rachel's name and smiled as I realized why she had left.

I looked around the room. Behind me, away from the table, were several large screens. I assumed this was the changing area for the models. To my right, in an area that had several dining sets, a bar had been set up and about a dozen people were mingling there and visiting. To the left was what was the regular living room furniture display section of the store and it was empty except for the furnishings themselves.

I had barely made it through the first page of script when the people who had been at the bar came over and began seating themselves around the table-stage. Mrs. Shattuck was flitting around the group, making small talk and ensuring they were comfortable. The people around the table were all men, ranging from one man of about thirty-five or forty to several in their late fifties or early sixties and one who had to be over seventy. There were seven men all together. A bookish looking woman of about 40 was seated at a small table with several charts and a laptop computer in front of her. I learned later that she was a bookkeeper. She had a list of clothing sizes of all the men's wives, daughters, 'nieces', and others they might be buying clothing for. At a signal from any of them, she would mark down the purchase and get the correct sizes wrapped and ready to go.

Two cocktail waitresses, probably from the steak house in the mall, were filling drink orders around the stage. Mrs. Shattuck cleared her throat for attention. "At the request of Mr. Donaldson" she began while nodding to the oldest man, "We are proud to present this special fashion show for our board of directors." There was mild applause around the table. "Santa was kind enough to stay and perform the emcee duties," she nodded toward me and I waved. "I hope you all enjoy the collection we have put together for you. Be sure to let Ms. Kiefert know if there are any items you wish to purchase. Instrumental Christmas music began playing softly in the background, which was my cue to begin, as Mrs. Shattuck exited toward the back dressing area.

I began reading from my script, "Our first series of garments are the holiday collection. Wearing a delightful outfit from Ye Olde Costume Shoppe is Heidi Kelly." Heidi entered and stepped up onto the stage in her elf outfit. "This ensemble is composed of a candy cane striped, pleated skirt and a matching sweater. The red elf hat and shoes complete the outfit." Heidi strutted daintily out to the corner and did a pirouette, causing the skirt to flair. "Heidi is also wearing a complimenting pair of red and white striped knee socks." I wanted to add 'and a sexy red thong' after seeing her pirouette, but I didn't. I did notice that the men near the corner, sitting at her feet had noticed, too. 

Heidi continued to the other corner and twirled again. She then skipped to the end of the table and exited.

"Our next model, Kasey, is wearing the angel gown." A tall, thin brunette stepped onto the stage in a pure white gown and five-inch heels. She was stunning. "This floor-length gown is composed of nine layers of chiffon with a satin sash at the waist." As she did a turn, I continued, "The wing design on the back is of egret feathers, as is the boa. This would be a perfect dress for that holiday party."

Kasey continued her turn on the runway and exited while I tried not to drool on my beard. I noticed one of the men signal Ms. Kiefert for a purchase.

"Ho, ho, ho! It's Mrs. Claus!" Mrs. Shattuck herself appeared wearing a costume like the ones worn by my assistants while I was Santa. "The red velveteen house dress is covered by a white cotton apron to keep those Christmas cookies from making a mess. The traditional bonnet and lace-up boot-shoes complete the ensemble. The perfect outfit for entertaining the children over the holidays." Mrs. Shattuck walked along the runway and smiled down at the men, though they did not seem overly interested.

"Ho, ho, ho! When Mrs. Claus is away, Santa has another helper." Rachel entered in her Christmas dress. "Rachel is wearing a red satin A-line dress with a scoop neck. The red pumps and nylons, as well as the Santa hat complete the outfit." As I said 'nylons', Rachel had a toe pointed to the corner of the table. She bent elegantly from the waist to run her hands up her leg to the top of the nylons, lifting her skirt slightly so it was obvious the stockings ended at her thighs. I stuttered a little as I continued, "The faux fur trim is synthetic, but adds a distinctive holiday touch."

The next few were dresses with holly patterns, mistletoe patterns, and one that had a skirt with a winter scene panted on it. This one had been worn by Liz, from the Shady Lady. I'm not sure any of the men really saw the skirt's art work, as the seemed to be concentrating on her bosoms attempting to escape through the material of the white blouse.

"The next collection is our formal wear selections," I continued. The formal wear was just what you'd expect for the most part - long flowing gowns. However, Liz was wearing a halter style gown. The V-neck plunged below her breasts exposing ample cleavage and, being backless, she wore no bra. I swear she put extra bounce in her step to make those jugs jiggle. There was also a slit in the right side so her leg was exposed to the thigh with every step. Anita, a striking blonde about five-eight, wore a black gown that looked completely normal at first glance with long sleeves and a fairly high collar. Then she turned and the back had just three spaghetti thin straps connecting the sides, so it was virtually non-existent from her shoulder blades to the top of her ass.

Things heated up with the next collection which was called the "Casual Party Dress." The first couple wore the basic 'black cocktail dress' that every woman owns. Then Kasey came out wearing a skin-hugging nylon number, "Kasey has on a Crochet lace halter dress in purple and black. This delicate crochet lace dress has halter neck and peek-a-boo merlot lining. The deep plunge neckline and backless design accent her figure." The neckline plunged nearly to her navel with just a thin strap crossing her cleavage to hold it together. The hem came to halfway between her thigh and knee, but the back really was totally bare from head to ass rise and side to side except for four criss-crossed straps as thin as string.

Rachel came out wearing a "Lace slipdress. This dress features an ultra-feminine black lace surplice bodice with spaghetti straps. Drop waist black satin skirt with built-in crinoline slip gives it a flirty flounce." Indeed, it was 'flouncing' as she strutted and turned. The lace was loosely woven enough that her nipples were visible beneath the fabric.

Anita followed in a very short dress that was laced up the sides, so that a three-inch band of skin was visible from shoulder to the hem, just below her hips. This one obviously required no bra or underwear and really got everyone's attention.

The rest were equally risqu‚ and revealing until the last. "Heidi is dressed in the traditional school girl attire. The white cotton blouse and red plaid skirt are the hallmarks of this design. Notice the black and white saddle shoes and white knee high socks." Heidi had her blonde hair in pigtails and was carrying qa book in one arm across her chest as she skipped onto the stage. When she did a twirl, I ad-libbed, "And Heidi may be on her way to the principal's office unless she finds the bra and panties she apparently left behind." The men clapped and laughed and Heidi continued to strut and show off.

I thought the show was fun and heating up until I turned the page and saw the "Sleepwear Collection." It wasn't quite what I expected though. It was mostly kimonos and silk pajamas. The girls weren't terribly revealing, but an occasional leg would slip through a robe. Cleavage often appeared, but these were more concealing than some of the party dresses.

Then I read the next page. "The final collection for the evening is an exclusive one. Each piece of lingerie is a one-off design. Please wait to make your purchases until all of the models have exhibited the clothing."

This sounded interesting. I read on, "If any of the gentlemen feel overdressed for this last part of the show, please make yourselves more comfortable." Jackets and ties came off around the tables.

"First is Enola Shattuck wearing a silk sleepshirt. The ruffle-collar has a deep-V with a tie front." Mrs. Shattuck actually looked pretty with her hair down and the silk gown flowing from her shoulders to below her knees. As I said 'tie front', she pulled the string revealing her cleavage in the open V-neck. "Bell sleeves with lace-up detail make this sleepshirt almost dressy enough to wear in public but side slits make it obvious that it is meant to be worn only in private." She continued nervously along the catwalk, showing leg with each step. If she looked good, I couldn't wait for the others.

As Mrs. Shattuck exited, I began reading the next, "Anita selected a fishtail gown." I looked at her and gulped. "The black gown is of a crocheted lace, widely spaced and airy. The hem sweeps from the knee at the front to the ankle at the back. The bodice is tied at the top behind the neck in a halter fashion." At this, Anita reached behind her neck and pulled the string and pulled the top just slightly away from her body before retying it. It took little imagination to picture it dropping to totally expose her luscious breasts. Even with it on, her nipples were actually visible through the holes in the material. From the back, there was nothing between her neck and ass. Through the material, you could see a black thong covering only a minimum. Her rounded ass cheeks were plainly visible. I continued, "This gown leaves any man wanting just a bit more." 

"Kasey is attired in a side lace gown of black silk. The ankle length gown features silk ties up each side and spaghetti straps at the shoulders." The gown was basically two pieces of material that were not big enough to make a garment. The sides left at least three inches of skin showing with criss-crossed lacing holding it together from breast level to hips. It was open from there to the floor. It hung across her shoulders on the thin straps just high enough to cover her nipples. It shimmered and moved as she walked. Since no panty straps were visible at the sides, she obviously wore none.

The men were drooling. They were close to the stage, most leaning on it and looking up. I am positive everyone, even the old guy must by now have the beginnings of a hard-on.

"Sylvia (a 5'5" brunette of about 25) is wearing a sheer mesh babydoll. The rounded cutouts at the waist emphasize her figure," The babydoll was basically a see-through mesh bra with an additional piece of mesh material hanging nearly to crotch level in front and back with a strap at the chest level and another at stomach level keeping it from falling completely open. It did have shoulder straps like a bra. "The outfit is completed with a matching pair of mesh panties in a French bikini cut with double hip straps." The combination of the two materials kept her crotch from being on complete display, although maybe not to the men below.

"Monica (about 20, half Asian, short hair) is wearing the flyaway babydoll. It is of black silk with a pink ribbon trim and ties. The applique on the shoulders and panty front is a hand-stitched Japanese Rose motif." I looked up top see what I was reading about. The nightie hung from Monica's slender shoulders by thin straps. There was a rose above each breast. The garment barely reached crotch level. The front was held by a single tie between her breasts, the nipples causing the fabric to protrude. From the pink tie, the garment was open revealing her smooth stomach and below it, black bikini panties with a rose on the front and thin straps on the sides. As she moved toward the front of the stage, the back of the nightie rose and fell with her movements. I could see that the panties had a triangle starting at about two inches wide at the waist band and tapering down until it disappeared in her ass crack. The globes of her ass were visible even when she was standing still.

"Our next model is Liz in a fabulous peignoir set. It features an underwire lace-up corset style bodice, front ruffle trim on the sheer fabric, and sheer high hip panty." Her breasts were tightly bound in the top which barely covered her nipples in black material. The cleavage was a sight to behold. The rest of the garment was a single layer of sheer black material except for the vertical stitching lines on her stomach. The gown had long sleeves and flowed from an open waist in front to ankle length in back with ruffles along the edges. The panties were of the same material and her dark bush was visible through the material.

By now, I noticed several of the men had lain their jackets across their laps and some may have been masturbating beneath them.




Playing Santa Ch. 07



"Cami is appropriately attired in a cami and bikini set featuring white soft rose lace. It includes adjustable shoulder straps and lace up front along with matching ruffled bikini." Cami was a stunning 20 something with auburn hair falling across her shoulders. The cami top just covered her breasts, though the white material was not opaque enough to hide her dark nipples. The panties too were sheer enough that her pubic triangle was outlined beneath the material.

"Cynthia is wearing a black peek-a-boo teddy of nylon, polyester, and spandex. It has adjustable clear straps at the shoulder and across the oval belly-button opening. The neck straps join at the center of her back where they connect to the four horizontal pencil-thin straps that make up the back of the teddy. It also features a G-string panty back." The front covered breasts and crotch, but little else. The clear straps gave it a gravity-defying appearance. From the back, only the four horizontal straps were visible and a long strap appearing from her ass crack and running up her spine, the black contrasting with her alabaster skin. Her ass was completely exposed with only the thin G-string covering her crack. The smooth skin of her back and ass made my cock jump some more.

"Heidi is back wearing a red corset in satin with appliqued Venise lace trim. Bi-directional back lacing and all around boning allow this corset to be cinched as tight as you like. The detachable garters connect to the red sheer thigh-high hose. The matching G-String is included." Tiny Heidi was trussed tightly into the corset giving her actual cleavage despite her A-cup breasts. The tight garment also empasized her hourglass shape. The G-string panties were also sheer and when she stood with her legs slightly apart and with the light behind her, the outline of her camel-toe pussy lips was clearly visible.

"Finally, we have Rachel wearing a Santa babydoll. The red velvet nightie has a single tie at the breast. The trim is faux-fur. The matching panties are crotch-less." I could read no more. Rachel strode onto the stage, her ebony hair hanging straight down her back. It nearly reached the bottom hem of the nightie, which came only to the top of her panties. From the front, only a single bow held it closed between her tits. She spun and walked confidently to the front center of the stage where she bent toward the audience, where I am sure they could see her breasts as the garment gaped open. The view from my side though was of her pussy lips, uncovered and visible in the opening in the center of her panties. Then she used her gymnastic abilities to lift one leg straight up as she did a standing split, exposing her inner folds to all. With that, she exited to thunderous applause.

[GO ON STAGE] was the next direction in my script. I did and realized I had an erection that made it difficult to walk. I reached the center of the stage where I continued. "Ms. Kiefert has already noted your selections of garments from this collection. All of the models will come out on stage and then proceed to the man who has purchased the garment they are wearing. Rachel and Heidi will now demonstrate the rest of the process."

Rachel and Heidi both came back out, one from each side. When they reached me, Rachel took my script and Heidi took the microphone. Then they started undoing my fat-suit and removed it, baring my chest. Then they dropped to their knees beside me and each took a turn removing a boot. Finally they lowered my pants so that I was now on stage in only my Santa hat and boxers with an obvious erection struggling to escape. I heard chuckles around the table and I am sure I was as red as my now missing suit.

Then Heidi whispered to me and I followed her directions. I undid the clips on the tops of her stockings and she turned giving me access to the laces at the back. I undid the bow and loosened the lacing. Then Rachel turned. I took hold of the zipper between her breasts and slowly lowered it, down between her breasts, across her belly, and finally to the end of the garment. As it opened, she shrugged it off of her shoulders. Now clad only in a G-string and nylons, she indicated it was Rachel's turn. 

I turned to Rachel and reached for the bow between her breasts. I pulled the string and it opened to reveal her luscious tits. I helped it over her shoulders and it dropped to the floor. Each of the girls took and arm and we stood together on stage.

I turned my head to see the rest of the women coming back onstage. They again displayed their wares. Then Ms. Kiefert announced in a shaky voice, "I see that Mr. Donaldson has selected the silk sleepshirt worn by Enola." Mrs. Shattuck stepped down from the stage and went to the old gentleman. She removed his shirt and trousers with a little help from him. Then the elderly man pulled the tie string at the chest and helped her to slip the garment over her shoulders where she let it fall to the floor revealing her Rubinesque figure. She looked surprisingly fit for a woman over 55 and her breasts only sagged slightly. Wearing only her red panties, she sat on his lap and they turned to the next model.

Ms. Kiefert spoke again, "Kasey's gown has been selected by Mr. Johansen." Kasey left the stage and proceeded to the youngest man in the group. She too helped him out of his shirt and slacks. He looked a little awkward standing there in black socks and tighty whities. However, Kasey stepped toward him and he reached for the bow at each hip and pulled the strings to untie them. The garment relaxed its grip on her lithe body. She then had him pull the front away, further loosening the ties. She then shrugged it off of her shoulders and helped it over her 36-C boobs and again over her hips until it at last dropped to her feet, where she stepped out of it, giving all of us a peek between her legs. A triangular patch of hair above her pussy was all that showed when she sat on his lap.

Sylvia next went to a Mr. Roberts. Once he had been stripped, she tuned away and he reached under the material at her back to undo the two bra-like straps. Then she pulled it over her head to reveal what little had been hidden by the mesh material. Her lush body was now covered only by the see-through panties where her pussy lips were obvious to all.

Monica, the other Asian girl next went to Mr. Pulaski. They continued with the same routine as the others. Like I did with Rachel, he had to simply pull the single ribbon tie between her breasts for the garment to fall open and then off. He then pulled her nearly naked body to his and gave her an impassioned kiss before they too were seated to watch the rest of the spectacle.

Anita's fishtail gown had been selected by Mr. Anniston. She lifted her blonde locks so he could untie the string at the back of her neck, which caused the front to fall away, showing us all her breasts. He then pushed it down as she wiggled her ass through the stretchy fabric until it was pooled at her feet and she was clad in only a black thong.

Cynthia followed next in her peek-a-boo teddy. Mr. Ledbetter did the honors of releasing the straps gathered in the center of her back. The one long one which continued into her ass crack slowly went down her back as he pulled from the front at her waist level. When it was gone, she turned to us to display her orange-sized tits and completely shaved pubic region.

By now, many of the newly formed couples were kissing heavily, and some of the women were grinding on their escorts' laps as the men fondled boobs. But nobody wanted to miss the rest of the show. Cami used her long legs to move from the stage to Mr. Kennedy. Her camisolewas such a simple garment that she just bowed her head toward him. He lifted the garment directly over her head allowing her breasts to swing below her body before she straightened up and sat on his lap.

Finally came Liz in her flowing gown. She left the stage to meet the final board member, Mr. Levitz. He eyed her gargantuan breasts imprisoned in the bodice of the garment. She turned to allow him to untie the strap behind her and her tits popped free of the clothing as the sheer material dropped to the floor. Only her sheer panties somewhat concealed a small portion of her voluptuous body. Mr. Levitz turned her around and immediately buried his face in those white hooters. 

Everyone took this as a cue that the show was over. Gradually the group dispersed to the bedroom set displays toward the back of the store. Rachel and Heidi and I were sitting on the stage where I took turns kissing and fondling their bodies and they took turns with mine.

Heidi decided it was time to move to a bed. As we went beyond the dressing area to the back we could see the action that accounted for the sounds of ecstasy we had been hearing. Mrs. Shattuck's big rounded ass was naked and facing us from one bed where she was busily sucking old Mr. Donaldson to an anticipated erection as he carressed and fondled the now naked Ms. Kiefert.

On other beds, couples were in 69s, or fucking. The bartender and waitresses had also joined the orgy. Mr. Levitz was astride Liz fucking her tits furiously. Cynthia was riding Mr. Ledbetter as he grunted his obvious climax. The others were similarly involved in every manner of sex including Mr. Johansen who was going at Kasey in a doggy position and occasionally stopping to fondle her dangling globes.

The three of us found a vacant king sized four-poster bed and resumed our kissing and groping. I spread the opening on Rachel's panties and dove in as we lay on our sides. Heidi used this as a cue to begin giving me a blowjob. As soon as she thought it was ready, she rolled me onto my back causing me to lose my lip-lock on Rachel's clit. Heidi climbed onto my pole and began rocking and riding at a furious tempo. Rachel knelt above me, her dripping snatch inches away and lowered it slowly to my eager mouth. I tongued and teased her to an orgasm. This was followed very shortly by Heidi's and mine, after which we collapsed in a sweaty heap. 

As we looked around, we saw Monica on her back with her legs wrapped around Mr. Pulaski's waist as he pumped in and out, over and over. When they soon collapsed in orgasmic bliss, I realized I was already hard again. I had the girls scoot to the edge of the bed and rest their asses on pillows. I got on my knees and ate and fingered them to assure they were ready. Then I stood and re-enacted the previous pussy swapping event, but this time from the front. Both had their knees up and were spread wide allowing me to finger one as I fucked the other. I alternated pussies for quite some time. I happened to look up, and across a nearby dresser, I could see Mrs. Shattuck now riding the cock of Mr. Donaldson. I chuckled to myself that I hoped he didn't have a heart attack as she bounced and rippled atop him. Just to the right of them, Cami and Mr. Kennedy had been joined by the bartender. Mr. Kennedy was busily fucking her mouth and playing with her tits as the bartender fucked her from behind.

As I approached a climax, Heidi again noticed and held me tightly inside of her as I emptied my load. Heidi lay exhausted and smiling on the side of the bed, while I turned my full attention to Rachel. We held each other and kissed and ended up making gentle love in a missionary position until we both came and fell asleep.

When I awake, Heidi was gone. I was spooned against Rachel's back with a hand on her breast where she held it in her own. I moved to see that my watch said it was 3:00 A.M. and she stirred beside me. We kissed and then went to find clothing. As we left, we saw that some of the other guests were already gone. Others lay asleep on the beds in the back of the store. One bed held five intertwined people sleeping together.

We quietly left the scene and disappeared to our homes in time for Christmas. Actually, Rachel came and joined my family for Christmas breakfast at about 10 in the morning, since she had no family in the area.

----------- Epilogue

I will never forget Rachel. We continued to see each other for the next week until I had to go back to school. She came and stayed in my frat house one weekend and we spent most of spring break together at the beach, but those are other stories. After school was out, Rachel found she had received a scholarship and been accepted at a nursing school out of state and we gradually lost contact.

I did return to be the mall Santa for years to come. The next year, Heidi appeared in line with a man I assumed was her husband and a baby in her arms. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see that the baby was only about three months old. Heidi's husband approached and whispered, "Thanks for agreeing to be a donor. We never could have had little Lars without your help."

As I sat there stunned, holding the baby, Heidi came to take him away. She kissed my cheek and thanked me. Then she whispered, "Sorry I tricked you, but I wasn't sure you'd agree. You have helped us so much, you'll never know." Then she nodded to her husband and continued, "And he never needs to know the donation didn't take place at the fertility clinic." She gave me another pack on the cheek and left.

As far as I know, the fashion show was a one-time event. When I asked Mrs. Shattuck if it would be held again, she looked at me as if she had no idea what I was talking about. I took that as an hint to drop it.

That's not to say playing Santa didn't have its benefits. Ever go to a bar dressed as Kris Kringle? You'll never buy a drink. And when you go to a strip club on Christmas Eve, well I can guarantee some free drinks and probably more action than that if you play the part well. That again is another story for another time.

Merry Christmas.