Another year passes, and so cometh another Christmas season. And as the Christmas season draws nearer, so too does our favorite old bad Santa. Carl had spent most of the last year hiding out in Mexico, drinking and whoring away his time, as was his preference. He didn't know what time of year it was, or much care. The weather didn't change much down there, and there were always new tourists coming through for him to rob and scam. But as the month of October rolled around, he got a call from his old friend Satchmo.
As much as Carl enjoyed the Mexican beaches and women and tourists, he knew he couldn't turn down his favorite gig of all. For all his schemes and scams and cons, none came close to being as lucrative as the first. Carl gathered up his sorted belongings, and found himself a flight back into America, Philadelphia to be more specific. Satchmo had already done the hard work, finding and staking out the right mall. All Carl had to do was show up, play Santa for a few months, and then crack the safe when the time came.
As soon as Carl stepped out of the Philadelphia international airport, he felt the cold wind hit his face. His mood immediately matched the new temperature he found himself in. Carl hated the cold, although he knew it did make for being an easier Santa. Once a cab brought him to the old rundown looking hotel he had been told to go to, he found Satchmo waiting for him.
The two old partners in crime, if not friends, greeted each other in their usual manner, with insults and slurs of every variety. Onlookers stared in disbelief as the disheveled man dressed as Santa, and the three foot tall black man yelled horrible insults at each other, and hurried away before they had to witness some kind of awful Christmas struggle. But that was just the nature of the sorted friendship of our bad Santa and his trusted elf.
When Satchmo brought Carl to the mall two days later, to interview for the position of mall Santa, Carl was expectedly drunk, but got the job nevertheless. The owner of the mall was a shy sheepish man named Harry, and he very much liked the idea of having a black midget as a dwarf in Santa's menagerie. He certainly had his misgivings about Carl from the start, but he saw that the man had over twenty years of experience playing Santa. And so once again, in a new town, far from their previous adventures, Carl and Satchmo were hired to play Santa and his elf.
As he did every year, Carl hated the job of being Santa. The kids were all little shits. They stunk, they sneezed, they cried. Their parents never scolded them. If anything, the parents were more likely to scold Carl for not catering to their little monsters the way they did. Carl put up with it as he always did, with a bottle in hand. He knew he was the best paid Santa in the world, and that alone kept him from throwing the little bastards down the mall escalator.
Carl also knew that every once in a long while, chance partook to give him a real treat. He had learned himself that shitty little kids were not the only people out there that had a penchant for pretend Santas. Sometimes, when fate was kind, there would be older girls looking to seek out their old childhood fantasies. Last year Carl had found two just such girls. He hadn't even sought them out, one of them had found him. He had been drunk in a bar, when a gorgeous blonde girl came up to him, and convinced him to come back to her house, to play Santa for her and her sister. That had turned out to be possibly the best night in Carl's rather miserable life. He knew it was unlikely, but he wanted very much for something of the sort to be repeated this Christmas season. He just didn't know how that was going to happen.
And that is where we must leave Carl for a short time, to introduce our new naughty elves. The girls of the delta phi cappa sorority house had Christmas schemes of their own. They had already gotten good at using their bodies and talents to rob the young men that sought after them. They had stolen so much that they had gained themselves a reputation. Where first they could rob and con any and every guy they saw, now they only got the ones so desperate for them that they were willing to be robbed. In a sense, they had become known whores in their little college community.
That was why their president, the strikingly beautiful and voluptuous Ms. Melanie Price, had come up with the idea of her and her sisters becoming Santa's little helpers. By playing the role of sexy elves, they could gain access to a whole new level of targets. She meant for them to rob businessmen, as well as homes. All they had to do was get invited in. She knew that they could play the part, all they really needed was their own Santa. Everyone agreed that none of it would work without the right Santa.
The girls started by trying out some of their boyfriends as Santa. None of the boys could pull it off though. They looked too young, they were too fit, they just couldn't act the part the way they needed to. Malanie knew they needed a seasoned Santa. A bunch of college girls dressed as elves, with a college aged Santa, wasn't going to get them into any of the places she wanted to rob. They needed an older Santa, one with experience, who knew how to play the part. A true Santa, accompanied by sexy elves, would get them where she wanted them to be. And so Melanie sent forth the girls, to find themselves a proper Santa, though one who would be willing to partake in their conniving Christmas activities. Little did they know, the perfect man for their cause had just arrived in town.
And so now we return to our dear old friend Carl, sitting in his chair at the mall, drunk as ever, trying not to slap the child whining in his lap for the dozens of presents he not only wanted, but expected to get this year. Carl nodded his head, ignoring the little bastards demands, and eyeing the boy's mother. He guessed this little kid was so damned spoiled because he had gotten to suck on such an amazing rack as a baby.
When the kid finished his long list of demands, Carl laughed boisterously, doing his very best Santa voice. He told the young child that he may well be getting some of those presents this year, but maybe not all. The kid started yelling, and Carl had to refrain from shoving him away. Instead he laughed, clapped the young lad on the back, and turned to the camera, to take a picture with the little demon. Satchmo took the pictures, and then asked the boy's mother if she wanted to be in one. The tall buxom blonde mother agreed happily, and bent over Carl and her son as Satchmo took more pictures. Afterwards, Satchmo went through the pictures, until he managed to find one where Carl was not blatantly staring down the woman's shirt as she bent down over him.
The woman and her terrible child left, and Carl took a moment to stare at her ass as they left, and then another child stepped up. Carl resumed his part, placing the child on his lap, and listening to her demands. He hadn't noticed yet, but he had drawn the attention of our naughty elves, who were on the search for their own bad Santa. As Carl pretended to listen to more Christmas requests, he finally noticed the three girls standing in his line. They were not children, and immediately he was intrigued. He quickly finished up with the child, and prepared himself to be sat on by one of the hottest girls he had ever seen.
A tall sexy girl, with raven black hair, sexy makeup, and a rather stupendous rack that looked even better than the mother from earlier, stepped up, and plopped herself down on Carl's lap. Right away he noted how plump her ass felt on his leg. She was smiling down at him, a naughty little smile that got Carl's blood pumping. He had to focus on not getting hard while her butt wiggled on him. His eyes wanted to fall to her breasts, and linger there as long as possible, but he refrained.
"Well hello there little girl," Carl said in his Santa voice. "What brings you to see Santa today?"
"I have some things I need, oops, I mean want, this year Santa," the sexy girl said, leaning quite close to Carl. He could smell her, and she smelled good. She could also smell him, and he did not smell good, but she ignored it.
"Very well," Carl said. "And what is your name little missy?"
"Don't you know Santa?" the girl said, mocking him, in a rather playful sexy way.
"Well of course I do," Carl chuckled. "But there are so many girls and boys to keep track of, sometimes Santa needs a little reminder."
"Ok, my name is Sara," the sexy girl said.
"Of course, Sara," Carl nodded, as if he had known all along. "And remind me Sara, how old are you this year?"
"I'm twenty-one Santa," Sara said, giving Carl a sexy wink as she said it.
"My my, twenty-one," Carl mused. "That just so happens to be the age that many little girls get on my naughty list. Have you been naughty this year Sara?"
"As a matter of fact, I have," Sara said, turning her face away and making herself blush. Carl thought this girl was as sexy as anyone he had seen in a very long time, and he was already totally infatuated with her. "I'm afraid I've been very, very naughty."
"Well, maybe we can find some way for you to get off of Santa's naughty list," Carl said, hoping this might go where he wanted it to. He didn't know what this girl wanted, but he liked the way she was going about it already.
"Really, how would we do that?" Sara asked, feigning surprise.
