“…and I want a pony, and a dolly, and an iPhone, and I want a…”

On and on and on! I groan inwardly.

“Alright alright. Com’mon kids. You’s don’t want Santa to be sleepy on Christmas, do ya’s? Then he won’t be able to deliver your presents. Skedaddle chickadees,” the stout elf says, shooing away the line of kids.

“Thanks, Ernie,” I say, pulling off the false beard. “I need to get home,” I groan.

“I hear ya!” he says, putting on his jacket and opening the green door festooned with garland. “Have a good Christmas.”

“I will.”

When the door closes, I relax back into the oversized chair and take a deep breath. The door reopens and I quickly grab the beard thinking that a child snuck back in. When I don’t hear a squealing voice, I call out:

“Ernie?”

A young woman in her twenties dressed in a skimpy Santa’s helper outfit (eye glitter included) appears from behind the door. The red dress barely comes to her mid-thigh and the matching hat sits lopsided atop her head. Her hands are covered by a pair of hobo gloves that allow her delicate looking fingers to poke through.

“Hi,” she says, approaching me.

“Hi?”

I know she works as an elf, but I’m not entirely sure of her name. We’ve talked a few times, so I’m fairly acquainted with her.

“I’m sorry. Is your shift over?”

“Y-yeah. Why?”

“I wanted to give Santa my wish list,” she explains, taking a seat on my lap.

“Oh,” I manage.

She leans in closely to my ear and mumbles, “All I wanted,” sensually rubbing her soft lips against my cheek and neck, “was for a really hot blonde to fuck my brains out.” She pulls back off my ear, looks directly into my eyes, and asks, “Do you think that—“

I cut her off with a rough kiss full of raw lust and need. She kisses me back with as much intensity as I kiss her while I move over to the prop toy box to lay her down. Her eyes have gone dark with lust and her cheeks are flushed red. She grabs my head to pull me down with her. I waste no time and attack her neck while I reach down and hastily unbuckle her belt. She follows suit and undoes my jacket, letting it drop to the floor. A moan escapes her lips as I grope at her clothed breasts.