Louisa looked out at the ever growing line of antsy kids, queued up to sit with Santa and give their yearly list of demands for being "good." She stifled a yawn and straightened her elf costume. At 5'1" tall, with big blue eyes and a pixie nose, she knew she easily passed for one of Santa's happy little helpers. Despite her 24 years, she knew with the right outfit she could pass for one of the whiny brats in line - that is, until they got a look at her tits. She smirked to herself and she thought of her pillowy D cups. She slid her eyes over to "Santa," currently occupied with a set of twin seven year old boys, and thought of how much he seemed to appreciate her chest too. Each night this week, after they wrapped up seven hour shifts, Dave (this year's Santa) had asked her out to get a drink. She'd said no each time, because she didn't want to make their working relationship weird... but she couldn't help thinking about him more and more.
Dave was in his forties, divorced, athletic, and handsome. He wore the Santa suit well, filling the arms and legs out with strong muscles and using a pillow to stuff the gut. But he was tall, rugged, masculine... and had an air of authority to him that Louisa had to admit made her excited. He'd look at her with those deep brown eyes, raising an eyebrow when he saw her check her phone or sip her coffee behind the counter... Behavior unbecoming an elf, to be sure. She could feel his disapproval and enjoyed the thrill it gave her to be "bad." She snorted to herself, thinking if that was the worst she ever did, she really couldn't call herself all that bad. Louisa was in grad school and spent most of her time studying and writing, working slowly toward her Masters degree. This elf gig was to make some extra spending money for the holidays, but it came with the bonus of Santa's attention.
As she shuffled a squirmy redheaded four year old from her mother's hands to Santa's lap, Louisa decided she'd take Dave up on his offer the next time he made it. She decided she didn't care if it made things weird - he was hot and she was horny and dammit it's Christmas. She got a little squirmy herself as she heard him ask the kid, "and have you been a good little girl this year?" She briefly caught his eye and winked at him, hoping he'd get her message... But things got hectic before they could really get their subtle flirting going any farther. One kid peed in line, another puked, and there was crying everywhere. The shift dragged on, and by the end, it was clear they were both beat.
The mall security guard came to escort Dave and Louisa to the back locker rooms. He left them with a gruff, "have a good night, guys. See you tomorrow" before he ambled off down to his own office.
In the large anteroom outside the men's and women's locker rooms, Dave stared at Louisa for a long quiet moment. She felt herself blush under his scrutiny.
"What?" she asked him.
He didn't answer for a moment as he pulled the fake beard, hat, and wig off, running a hand through his closely cut salt-and-pepper hair. He sighed. "I think that was the worst shift yet. I can't friggin believe we still have two weeks till Christmas."
"I know," she groaned. "I think the kids are getting brattier and the parents are getting lazier. I had to actually stop one mom from leaving her kid unattended in line. Apparently she really needed something at Yankee Candle."
"Jesus," he huffed. "What the hell is wrong with people?"
"I know, right?" she said, sliding her feet out of the felt elf booties.
"I seriously need a drink tonight," he said, closing his eyes, picturing a smooth glass of scotch.
Louisa made a soft murmur of agreement, without actually saying anything. Dave's eyes opened and trained on her intensely.
"You finally going to join me for a drink, little one?" he asked.
She took a breath and met his gaze.
"Sure, Dave."
He smiled at her wolfishly. "Well let's get a move on, then. I'll meet you out front after we both grab quick showers? Can you be ready in ten?"
She nodded, hoping not to look to eager, but knowing her youthful face probably made her look, appropriately enough, as eager as a kid on Christmas morning. They went to their respective locker rooms and both hurried through a quick rinse off. Dave smiled to himself as he pictured the little elf with big tits in the neighboring room, feeling his cock stiffen slightly as he thought of her innocent face and devilish figure. He willed himself under control, hoping his patience would be rewarded at the end of the night with Louisa. Next door, Louisa was also struggling with fantasy as the warm water sluiced over her curvy little body. She couldn't help but pull on her nipples just a bit as she hurried through her shower, anxious to finally get to know her Santa a little better.
An hour later, they were both two drinks in at a local hotel bar. Dave teased Louisa for drinking sugary, girly drinks as he slowly sipped his scotch. She giggled slightly as she explained she liked the drinks that tasted like juice, that didn't make her feel like she was too grown up. A pretty girly drink, rimmed with sugar and maybe garnished with a yummy piece of fruit, and she was all set.
Dave smiled at her knowingly and said, "well then, little one, drink up your juice. Be a good girl and maybe you'll get a surprise."
With his wink, she felt her panties getting damp. She licked the remains of the sugar rim off the delicious cocktail while meeting his gaze. "Mmmm," she groaned. "I love sugar. And surprises."
Dave's hand was on her thigh, stroking gently over her purple leggings. Despite the fabric between his flesh and hers, she felt herself growing hotter. Each gentle stroke, each lazy circle he drew on her, the more she felt ready to ignite.
"I told you to finish your juice, princess. Don't make me say it again," Dave warned.
Louisa quickly downed the rest of her drink and put the glass down on the bar with a flourish before noticing he still had half his glass of neat scotch in front of him.
"Dave," she began.
"No," he cut her off. "Not Dave."
She felt her head swimming from the drinks and the heat between them. She looked at him, genuinely confused. "Not Dave?"
He shook his head slowly, one arm going behind her back to pull her into him. He softly licked the shell of her ear and whispered, "I'm not Dave anymore, little one."
She closed her eyes as he teased her earlobe. "Okay... but what should I call you then?"
Her thighs clenched together and she was desperate for some friction. He was killing her with his slow licks and gentle nips. His arm around her waist tightened and the other hand on her thigh gripped tighter as he stilled her. His lips tickled her ear as he whispered, "You'll call me Sir."
Her head fell back and she couldn't contain her moan as she felt the power of his words. She knew she would give in to this. She knew she wanted it and couldn't wait to see what else her Santa had to show her.
Dave grabbed her chin and turned her face to his.
"What was that, little one?"
"Yes Sir," she grinned at him. "Now can we go?" she then grabbed what was left of his drink and downed it in one gulp. She shuddered, the dark liquor stronger than she was used to. His jaw flexed as he stared at her.
"Oh, little girl... Whatever will I do with you..." He threw some bills on the bar to cover their tab and took her by the hand. They walked together, holding hands, to the hotel desk and Dave booked a room. Louisa stood by his side, blushing but quiet, anxious to see where their night would go.
Four minutes later they were standing in a standard hotel room, no longer holding hands. Dave looked at Louisa appraisingly. He saw that her breaths were shallow, eyes glazed with booze and lust. His cock, which had been at least half hard since they stood together outside the locker rooms, had been throbbing for the past ten minutes, ready to fuck this naughty little elf.
"I think you need to be taught a lesson, little girl. You took my drink without permission."
"I"m sorry, Sir. I was just so ready to leave with you."
