Santa, aka Justin, sat in his chair in the middle of Santa’s Wonderland, half-listening to the children while his eyes scanned the scurrying shoppers. Seeing a group of young women, he eyed them up and down, noticing that they kept giving him glances and were giggling.
Although he couldn’t hear what the three girls were saying, he sensed they were up to something. It seemed to happen each year when he played Santa.
That little redhead is pretty cute.
Any other time, he would probably have made a move on her. But that’s the thing about playing Santa; you can’t hit on the hot chicks walking around the mall. It’s just not something Santa would do.
As the children told him their wishes, got their pictures taken, received their candy canes, and left, Santa watched the sexy redhead move up the short path toward him.
When she finally reached the front of the line, Santa said, “Have a seat and tell me what you want for Christmas. Have you been naughty or nice?”
Oh, how he’d like to give a kiss and slip her some tongue if it wouldn’t get him fired.
The crimson-haired hottie wiggled on his lap, leaned in close, and whispered, “My name is Elsie, and I have been very naughty.”
She kissed his cheek, jumped up, and grabbed the candy cane out of his hand before sauntering off.
He took a deep breath as he watched her turn and look back over her shoulder at him, the candy cane sliding slowly in and out between her lips.
Feeling a twitch in his cock, he looked over at his elves and said, “I need a break, be right back.”
The elves looked at each other but didn’t argue when Santa put out a sign saying he would return in ten minutes after feeding his reindeer.
Damn, he needed to get himself and his cock under control.
He figured that he would go back to the employee break room, have a cold bottle of water, and give himself a few moments to lose the budding erection.
As he started toward the hallway, the redhead hurried over to him, saying softly, “Want to see just how naughty I can be?”
“Tempting, but I’m on the clock.”
“Santa,” Elsie purred, calling after him.
When he turned to face her, Elsie pulled up her sweater, revealing that she was not wearing a bra. His cock went rock hard instantly, causing an embarrassing tent in his pants.
“How old are you?”
“I’m nineteen, Santa.”
Without another word, he reached out, took her hand, and pulled her into the room. Once inside, he locked the door behind him.
Pushing her up against the door, he kissed her hard, grinding himself against her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. After a couple of minutes, Elsie pushed him back some, did a little jump, and wrapped her legs around his waist, her skirt riding high on her thighs.