"You know, I really don't believe this!" the irate man bellowed at Miranda. "I have enough breakage and pilfering with my teenage customers, I do not expect this from my staff! And I especially do not expect it from the daughters of my friends! How ungrateful can you be? Do you want us all to get fired? Now, what do you have to say for yourself young lady?"
The young lady in question, a curvy 19-year old who had been hired as a Christmas Elf at King Solomon's, a major department store in Kingston, said nothing but sulked at being caught with jewellery, perfume and other gift items hidden in her locker. She had been pilfering these items for the past two weeks and taking them home to her private treasure-trove; and, it was her worse luck, she felt, that she was caught on Christmas Eve.
What he said had been true though. Emil Lazarus was her father's old school friend. The man had done well for himself in business as a provider of staff for novelty adult entertainment, and had done a favour for her parents by taking her on as a worker for the Christmas Holidays while she was home from school in Florida. Christmas in Jamaica was an extremely busy time, and so Miranda stood to make a lot of money in the tips and gifts that horny middle-aged men bought for her after she served and smiled for them from behind the counter of any store in which she was placed. She made herself an integral part of the store's decorations, and had done very well last year. She expected to do even better this year since she had blossomed out some more physically, and had spent her time fixing up her appearance.
She now filled out her little elf's uniform nicely. She felt that she was seen to advantage when her biggish boobs threatening to spill out whenever she bent over to serve a customer, or when her short skirt rode up far on her thigh, to give a peep of her rounded derriere over which no one could ever detect any covering. Beyond the charms of her womanly figure she had a sweet, innocent, friendly face and a bright smile. She was blessed with a way about her of making people feel that they had done the cleverest thing in the world by buying the items that she sold them. Paid by commission, she stood to make thousands on her own that season in addition to the standard fee that her boss, Emil Lazarus, who was working in the same department store that week as Santa Claus, paid her.
"This is just sheer wickedness, Miranda! You are very well paid! You are lucky that Mr. Bloom did not just call the police. It seems to me though that you have a choice. I can tell your father and let him punish you, or we can do it ourselves. So, what will it be?" Emil Lazarus' annoyed voice brought her back from her daydreams.
It really didn't matter to Miranda if these men told her father since no one knew better than she that she had him well-and-truly wrapped around her little finger. Her father would only have fondled her buttocks while spanking her over his bare knees; then she would have been made to suck his cock until he came, and then that would have been that. Miranda had planned to tell him, eventually, about her naughtiness herself.
Miranda made a decision. Emil Lazarus really did make a cute Santa Claus, and the thought of herself sitting on his lap, or better yet, bending over it, made her feel all tingly inside. Bending over, knees straight, she picked up the things that she had dropped on the floor when Solomon Bloom and his assistant had first pounced on her with their evidence of her guilt, and then caught her red-handed with some more of the store's merchandise. Solomon Bloom had sent for Emil Lazarus immediately, to sort it out since the culprit was really employed to him, and not directly to the store. The value of the items concerned had warranted Emil Lazarus leaving Santa's cave attended only by some of his other elves for the moment.