Dressed in a tailored red, velvet suit and adorned with a red hat trimmed with white fur and a shiny black belt with bright gold buckle and calf high boots, Freddie looked in the mirror dissatisfied with what he saw. With his broad shoulders, developed chest, muscular arms, and slim waist he looked more like Arnold Schwarzenegger than he did Santa Claus. For good measure, he took a pillow from the sofa and stuffed it down the front of his pants.
"There, now I look more like Santa, if only from the neck up," he said with a chuckle. "Ho! Ho! Ho!"
Because this gig as playing Santa Claus was becoming more than a seasonal thing, he kept his beard year round and now that his blonde hair had turned snow white with age; he no longer had to spend the money and take the time to bleach it.
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" He practiced his voice and coated his throat with a pinch of lemon and honey and a double dram of rum. The lemon and honey helped lower his voice a pitch and the rum gave his cheeks a healthy, red glow. "Ho! Ho! Ho!"
He had been playing Santa Claus for 20 years, ever since he no longer landed any more roles in the porn movie industry. Although many young, unshaven men imitate Santa at CFNM events, with his naturally white beard and hair, he looked more like Santa Claus, albeit Santa Claus the bodybuilder type. He had made a dozen XXX movies but now the audience who paid to buy the films wanted to watch the younger guys in full color action. He had never wanted to make porn movies, anyway. Besides, with AIDS awareness and the overwhelming abundance of free sexy videos on the Internet, and believe it or not, X-rated video games, porn films were a dying industry.
Back in the '60's, an avid movie fan as a kid, he wanted to be like his heroes Errol Flynn, Cary Grant, and William Holden and then, later, in the '90's Clint Eastwood, Jack Nicholson, and Brad Pitt. A serious actor, he wanted to be a movie star, but for him, it was the wrong place at the wrong time. At 6'2", with blonde curly hair, deep blue eyes, and boyish good looks, he heard the same answer from every casting director and talent agent.
"You look too much like Troy Donahue. We'll keep you in mind the next time we're casting a beach movie. You look too much like Tab Hunter. We'll keep you in mind the next time we're casting for a surfer type." Always, it was the same response, only, they never called him. There were so many others seeking the same few jobs, they had their pick and no one wanted to give an inexperienced and unproven actor experience by being the first to hire him.
As did all the other movie star hopefuls who came to Hollywood looking for fame and fortune in the '70's, he ended up waiting tables in LA, which was where he met Suzie, a fluffer. In between shots, Suzie helped maintain the erections of the male porn stars with her hand and/or her mouth. She was the one who discovered Freddie. It was a chance encounter, the right place at the right time. He was her waiter. He found her so very attractive and she found him so very interesting. It was love at first sight for both. She invited him home where they got better acquainted and when she happily discovered that his cock was larger than many of the actors that were making porn films now, she asked him to audition.
He did and got the job and they have been together ever since. Only, as they do only in fairy tales, they did not live happily ever after. Unfortunately, making porn movies is not a lifetime occupation. It is a fleeting career for those who are young and naïve and who think that they can back door their acting career with a pornography jump start. Usually, those who produce porn movies take advantage of their actors, viewing them as a dime a dozen body doubles. After all, what guy would not want to star in a porn flick when there is the opportunity to get sucked and fucked by gorgeous girls? Forever branded as no talent porn stars and not taken seriously by casting directors and talent agents, few ever make the switch successfully from porn to Hollywood acting careers.
The producers, whom he made films for, paid him a contracted fee and did not offer him retirement, benefits, royalties or even name recognition. He acted under the name of Biff Buff. In between movies, he had to continue working his day job, which had evolved from waiting tables into playing Santa Claus. Eventually and fortunately, he made enough in the few months that he worked in his Santa role to sustain him, his wife, Suzie, and their children for the rest of the year.
One would not think that playing Santa Claus 3 months out of the year would earn him enough money to support his family for the rest of the year, but it did. Although Viagra put Suzie out of work as a fluffer, the erectile dysfunction mediation extended Freddie's career, only not as an actor, but as a performer of sorts. Viagra was the fountain of youth for male strippers.
He played Santa Claus not for children at the malls but for inebriated female office workers at very private and very exclusive corporate parties. What paid him the big, bonus bucks was not only that he willingly allowed the female secretaries and corporate executives to sit on his lap and fondle his cock but also that he stripped for them afterwards. With his outgoing personality, good looks, muscular body, obvious talent as an actor, and quick wit and fun sense of humor, he gave them a good show. He was the main attraction.
The women knew that he was the entertainment but they were, oftentimes, surprised at the extent of the X-rated entertainment. With laws now on the books forbidding sexual harassment, this was corporate America after all, the company sponsored the official family Christmas party with the children in attendance, along with a G-rated and gregarious Santa Claus earlier in the week. The men had their private parties with female strippers and call girls, and the women had Freddie playing naughty, sexy Santa just for them later in the week. Every year he was completely booked well in advance. Maybe, he was not a movie star, but then, again, he was no longer a porn star. Now he was a stage star for a private audience. Reconciled to finishing out his career as a naughty, sexy Santa, he was a star, nonetheless.
For those female employees who were new to the firm, it started out innocently enough. Those in charge of entertainment waited until after everyone had consumed a few drinks and had eaten their meal before introducing Freddie, as Santa and Suzie, as his Elf. Suzie was attentive to and showed those women who were not enamored with Freddie or with any man, a good time. She would sit on their laps and flirtatiously tease them with her still sexually arousing body. Dressed in her body hugging, green velvet skirted outfit that came to her mid thigh and with a low cut top that hugged and highlighted her abundant breasts, she was any man's or woman's fantasy come true. Wearing a bit of stage makeup, she still looked hot and looked, as did Freddie, fifteen years younger than their mid-fifty age. They were an engaging, exciting, and entertaining, albeit swinging couple.
"Oh, look, it's Santa Claus and his little Elf," said Sheila the new receptionist. "They are so cute and their costumes are beautiful."
At the invitation of Santa, all the women delighted at the chance of reliving their childhood where they could sit on Santa's lap and have their photo taken at $10.00 a copy, paid for by the company. Only, naughty, sexy Santa wasn't wearing any underwear beneath the thin material of his red, velvet pants and naughty, sexy Santa had a very large Viagra drugged and fully aroused cock that was waiting to impale itself between the buttock cheeks of each and every unsuspecting corporate, female Santa Claus lap sitter.
"Hello, Santa," said Julie an administration assistant as she sat on his lap. "Oh, Santa!" She turned bright red with embarrassment from the sensation of his hard cock poking at her backside.
"Ho! Ho! Ho!"
Just like eager children, they stood waiting in line to have an audience with Santa. They thought that they could get the better of him with a joke or a one line witticism. One at a time, they could not wait to whisper their naughty suggestive innuendos to this man, a stranger, dressed like Santa. Only, working at this for 20 years, he had heard them all and had prepared comebacks for every remark. More ready for them with his own suggestive agenda and bag of dirty tricks, he wore a microphone that played over the loudspeakers sharing everyone's secret comment and/or Christmas wish with the rest of the audience.
Given a heads up by those in power at the firm, Freddie knew with whom and how much liberties he could take to liven up the entertainment without offending anyone. A light touch on the derrière, a fondle to the side of a breast, or an outrageous act of lifting one's skirt or turning his head to French kiss a woman when she innocently leaned in to kiss his cheek gave his inebriated female audience an excited excuse to party hearty.
Some women pretended innocence, but blushed at the pressure of his cock poking at their ass. Some allowed their hand to brush by his cock and left it there, between their bodies, where no one could see while they felt it with their fingers. Some allowed him to cop a feel of their ass and tits pretending not to notice his roaming hands and fingers. Some took things into their own hands, reached inside his pants, and freely groped his cock. It made it okay for them to do that, so long as they turned and laughed to their friends. Those women were just as naughty as was he.
"Ho! Ho! Ho! And what is your name?"
"Sheila," she said turning her head and laughing to her friends sitting at the table to the right. "I'm one of the receptionists."
Santa firmly kept his white gloved hand in contact with her young, firm, round ass.
"What would you like for Christmas?"
"A new boyfriend," she said with a giggle. "My boyfriend is a cheat and a liar."
"A new boyfriend? Well what about me? I'm sure Mrs. Claus will not mind you sharing our bed," he said slowly going up the front of her skirt and slipping his hand between her supple thighs. It wasn't until he fingered her clit through her panty that she protested.
"Santa!" Sheila stood and stormed away with feigned embarrassment to the laughter of the room.
Sheila was the icebreaker and whoever stood in line now knew that they were part of the entertainment.
"Oh, Santa, you are so bad," said Maureen, a Vice-President, as she reached down behind her and felt what was poking her buns, while he took liberties in feeling her body everywhere. "What do you have there? Is that a piece of the North Pole?"
"Ho! Ho! Ho!"
They dimmed the lights and brightened the spotlight that illuminated Freddie sitting in his throne.
"Hi Santa," said a hefty corporate secretary. "I'm Diane. Whoa! Santa either you have a rolling pin in those pants or you are happy to see me." Everyone laughed at her remark.
"I'm always happy to see you again, Diane," he said feeling her big tits with his gloved hand while bouncing and humping her chubby cheeks in his lap. "What would you like for Christmas?"
"A case of fine wine, a white, sandy beach in a tropical paradise, and more of what you have in your pants poking at my ass," she said loud enough for everyone in the room to hear while wiggling her ass and laughing with her friends and co-workers in the audience.
Next in line was Beverly, the matronly, no nonsense, stick in the mud, corporate lawyer that everyone in the room had made sure to get good and drunk before propping her up in line for her private audience with Santa.
"I don't want to go," she said turning to her co-workers. "I remember what happened last year and I don't want to be the butt of everyone's joke, this year."
"Oh, c'mon, Beverly, don't be such a prude." They pushed her forward. "Lighten up and have some fun."
She stumbled up to Santa. Her blouse was already out of her skirt from having to make a quick dash to the bathroom and being rushed out by her fellow co-workers in the legal department.
She stood in front of Santa swaying as he took her hand and pulled her to his lap.
"Don't try any funny business with me again this year, Buster, or I'll sue your ass," she said pointing her finger in his face. Everyone in the room was rolling on the floor with laughter. He took her face in his hands and planted a big, wet one on her lips. She slapped his face but not hard and stood up as everyone roared with laughter.
