The warm smells of hot chocolate and cookies perfumed the air all around the studio. Though the room was dark, it was filled with a warm glow from Christmas Lights and LED projectors that lined the walls. Christmas decorations like stockings and snowflakes were hung around as well. In the center of the room was a round cushion that was bright red with gold trim like a Tree Skirt. Presents and ornaments lined the edges of the cushion, the only thing missing was a Christmas tree.
She had arrived home after another long week and was ready to unwind. On the floor, just inside her door, was a large white envelope with "Pet" written in calligraphy. The card inside was a Thomas Kindcaide-style wintery scene with a warm house and a blanket of snow covering everything but the windows and the front door. The letter was simple and gave a time and place. He could have given her more of a notice because it was for that evening. She plugged the address into her phone and realized she had enough time to shower, eat, and get dressed, and then head out. She was tempted to let him wait and ignore the card, but she needed the help this would provide.
The drive was cold The weather hadn't given them any snow yet, but the temperature was cold enough for it. She had bundled up in her warmest clothes, not like she would need them long anyway. He always had gifts and outfits waiting for her. The address was in the West Bottoms, but there was private parking for the location. The building was a simple brick-and-mortar warehouse. He liked these out-of-the-normal spots for their scenes. She knocked and he buzzed her in quickly.
"Perfectly timed Pet. We are almost ready for you, here." He said as he handed her a large white box. " There is a dressing room right over there if you would please get dressed Pet."
She let out an exasperated sigh and shrugged as she took the box. As she turned to walk away she felt his hand grasp her hair and tilt her head back. "I know it's been a while, but you must be on your best behavior tonight little Pet." She had been caught off guard so the little laugh she let out at the grasp told the truth of how much she enjoyed the action. She blushed kept her chin held high and walked off to the dressing room.
The box was rather light this time around. In it was a simple Christmas elf outfit. It was a short dress but it came down to her mid-thigh. The red fishnets showed it wasn't going to be an innocent get scene. No bra or underwear was present, a red stocking cap with little pointed ears and a pair of slippers finished the ensemble. She swapped her sweats and coat for the revealing dress. She saw the cap had pins in it for her hair. The fish nets were making her very aware of her legs and the dress only added to it. The hat was cheesy, but he was always having her do things like that so she let it go. She would still give him hell for it, but that was what he deserved. She didn't know what he was planning, or what he had meant by "we" earlier, but she psyched herself up and walked out in the ridiculous outfit.
He was sitting out there on a small stool she hadn't noticed. Next to him was a man dressed as Santa. Except instead of being a big dude, this guy was all muscle. He was wearing suspenders and big red pants, but no shirt. The large white beard and hat looked silly, but he was not the usual Father Christmas you'd see at the mall or in front of stores ringing a bell for donations. Santa also had a collar that was connected to the chair.
