*DISCLAIMER*
This story is a work of fiction and resemblence to real life people is purely coincidental. This story should only be read by over 18s
McKenna & The Store Santa
Starring McKenna Grace
"I WANT TO SPEAK TO THE MANAGER!" Karen yelled at the tired employee.
"Okay, I'm right here. You don't need to shout." He replied, clearly exhausted from dealing with customers at the busiest time of the year for the store. "How may I help you?"
"Your Santa Claus just called my daughter a little bitch."
McKenna tried to stifle a giggle as she eavesdropped on the conversation. She didn't need anything in the soft furnishings section but the drama sounded too good when she heard the woman listen to her daughter's story from her Santa experience. The father looked fed up as his wife marched over to the nearest Customer Service desk with McKenna subtly in tow.
The young blonde fingered the curtain material as she listened to Karen unload on the manager. Santa had been rude to not just her child but several others that had come to see him. She was a good Christian woman and to see a man clearly drunk near children, while flirting and being lewd with their mothers, was a disgrace. That last comment made MacKenna's ears prick up, how lewd could Santa be?
McKenna watched all of the conversation; once the manager told her that Santa was not an employee and the store's liability to him was limited, Karen stormed off to rant at someone else. Luckily her eyes stayed on the manager as he went back to his colleague.
"That's fucking arsehole Chris, how many is that now?"
"6." was the reply.
"Dammit, wish they didn't have me over a barrel so I had to take him."
"It was your decision to piss off the mob."
"Where is he?"
"Out back either doing drugs or fucking one of the make up girls."
"Jesus, how does he manage that?"
The colleague just smiled and held his hands apart, indicating he had a big dick.
"Ych! His poor wife."
McKenna didn't hear that last bit as she had already left to find her way to the back lot to make an introduction to Santa.
***
McKenna felt like a ninja sneaking through the employee only area as she tried to find the rear exit. She took a couple of wrong turns but soon spied him through the fire exit. He looked mid 40s, 6 feet tall and very attractive with some stubble on his cheeks. The white beard and fake belly were gone but he was still in the red suit, she could spy a few tattoos across his chest and up his neck. Typical bad boy look and she liked it.
She had dressed fairly modestly for the trip to the mall due to the weather, white tights to go with her uggs and tan corduroy skirt. A faux fur vest covered her white shirt, a fairly nondescript outfit and perfect to hide the goodies underneath.
"Not exactly seduction material." She said to herself.
McKenna looked again and there was no sign of any makeup girl trying to snatch the bad boy Santa for themselves so she had to make a decision. The vest and tights were quickly lost and stashed on the side before she started to walk to the exit. Her hair was already loose and she quickly popped a couple of buttons on her shirt so her cleavage would be showing.
McKenna whipped her phone out and switched the camera on. She quickly checked out her look before she snapped a quick picture. She sent it to her friend before deciding which way to approach 'Santa'.
*****
Christopher stubbed his cigarette out and turned around to be greeted by the sight of the blonde girl, he didn't recognise her but he liked what he saw. The skirt was short and her legs were bare, a brave decision considering the season. He made no effort in hiding the fact he was checking her out as his eyes rolled up to her white blouse, unbuttoned to show a bit of cleavage but she only appeared to have a modest pair.
Finally, he reached her face. Framed by curly blonde hair, her face was cute, although she looked young. It was difficult to know the ages of all the temporary staff working there for the Christmas period.
"Can I get a puff?"
"Just put it out sorry,"
"Shame, I was looking forward to putting something in my mouth."
He watched her pass him and jump up onto one of the boxes, her legs closed but a lot of her thigh was on display.
"You look young enough to believe in Santa?"