*Author's Note: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
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Chapter 1
Mary looked in the mirror again and nearly balked. Even with the white tights, the short red skirt was obscene. The low cut bodice, combined with her push-up bra made the green blouse also quite risqué.
She didn't need the money; Uncle George had left her quite well off. Abduls was paying her and Chin Li ten dollars an hour; Mary planned on just giving the money to Momma and Daddy. Chin Li needed the money; she was planning on buying John a special gift for Christmas.
Thomas had asked her to dress up like an elf; he was 'Santa Claus' at Abdul's Department Store in DeGarde, Louisiana. He was a great Santa, too. Even at six feet, six inches, a height that would have intimidated most children, he had a genuine warmth and jocularity that the children seemed to sense.
"Baby, you'd be perfect at it," he assured her. "Hell, you're not much taller than most of the kids."
"Shut up!" Mary yelled.
"Can I be an elf too?" Chin Li begged.
Thomas smiled; Chin Li was the same height as Mary. He also knew how to persuade Mary to do it.
"Only if Mary will," he said.
Mary scowled darkly at him; she knew he was just manipulating her.
"Fine," She hissed.
Now, though, looking at the ridiculous costume, she was ready to bolt. Even with the red and white stocking cap and the plastic pointy ears, she didn't look like an elf, she looked like a slut.
Next to her, Chin Li smiled at her own reflection in the mirror.
Mary had to smile; Chin Li was a cute eighteen-year-old Asian American, and the elf costume seemed to enhance her cuteness.
"God, go with me," she silently prayed.
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Thomas had to adjust his manhood; his girlfriend looked both cute and sexy at the same time.
"So, have you been a good little girl?" he teased.
"Uh huh," she smiled up at 'Santa.'
This was his second year of doing this and he had learned the tricks of the trade. His white beard was glued on; kids sometimes jerked on the beard, to see if this was the real Santa, or just some fat guy. The white hair was clipped to his short brown hair with bobby pins; it would take a very hard yank to dislodge it. The suit fit him like a glove; not leaving any room for a pillow, but very few of the kids noticed that 'Santa' was pretty buff.
The mothers did, though. Last year, he'd actually hooked up with a few of the moms after work, put a little something extra in their stockings. But with his girlfriend right there, Thomas knew he wouldn't be doing that this year. Nor did he want to.
Cheryl smiled as she saw Thomas and his two elves approaching. She'd liked him last year; he was very good with the children and had also gotten along with all the co-workers. When he'd approached her about hiring Mary and Chin Li, Cheryl just smiled and gave him the go ahead. Looking at the trio as they approached; she knew she'd been right to hire the two girls. They were perfect.
"All right," she said. "Let's make sure everything's working like it should. Mary, why don't you sit on Santa's lap for a couple of shots?"
Thomas sat down on his chair and Mary, blush on full display, sat down on his right leg. She looked at the camera and smiled a self-conscious little smile as the flash exploded.
"A couple more," Cheryl encouraged. "Mary, could you kind of pull your skirt down; your crotch is showing."
"Oh!" Mary gasped and tugged on the short skirt.
"I want a copy of THAT," Thomas called out.
Shut up Thomas!" Mary screeched.
"Ah ah ah!" Cheryl admonished Mary. "That's Santa Claus! I don't see no Thomas nowhere around!"
"Can I have a picture with Santa?" Chin Li begged Cheryl.
"Sure, Honey," Cheryl smiled.
Thomas had told Mary a joke and she was laughing. Cheryl seized the opportunity and snapped the picture.
"Beautiful," she beamed. Now, Mary, get off of Santa's lap; Chin Li wants to tell Santa what she wants for Christmas."
"I just want John," Chin Li said quietly, smiling up at Thomas. "I just want him to love me as much as I love him.
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David sobbed and grunted as John drove his cock deep into his bowels.
"Fucking quit crying or I'll give you something to cry about," John hissed into David's tear streaked face. "You're fucking liking this just as much as I am, bitch."
John had cornered the smaller boy and pulled the frightened eighteen years old into the dank, sour-smelling locker room. To David's shock and horror, instead of the pummeling he was expecting, John had roughly yanked David's pants down and pushed him not one of the rickety benches.
John's thrusts became more frenzied and he slapped David's face a couple of times. He stiffened, and then bellowed loudly as he pumped his semen into David's raw bowels.
"Aw, fuck yeah, cunt," John grunted and pulled his wilting cock out of David's clutching rectum.
David gasped as he felt John's mouth wrap itself around his throbbing cock. Within seconds, he was spurting a stream of semen into John's mouth.
"Fucking tell anybody, I mean anybody and I'll fucking kill you, hear, cunt?" John threatened as he pulled his pants back up.
"Uh huh," David sniffled as he pulled his own briefs and jeans up.
"I mean it," John said menacingly.
"I said okay," David whined.
"Where you live?" John asked as he prepared to leave the locker room. "I'll give you a ride."
"Off Wilshire," David said. "It ain't that far; I can walk."
"Dude, it's cold," John protested. "Come on."
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"So, Doodle Bug?" Doctor Leblanc addressed Britney. "Who you hurting?"
After her brutal rape, Allison had taken Britney to see Dr. Melanie Leblanc. The empathetic doctor had dubbed Britney 'Doodle Bug' because of Britney's habit of doodling nervously.
"I don't know," Britney mumbled.
"Yes, you do," Melanie gently said. "Look, you're doodling like a mad woman."
Britney looked down at her hand and realized she was indeed scribbling frantically.
"Me," she admitted. "I'm hurting me."
"Well, the wonderful thing about hurting yourself is you can keep it up for as long as you'd like, or you can stop immediately. But, I can't help but think you're probably hurting someone else just as much. THAT you might want to stop as soon as you possibly can," the good doctor smiled in understanding.
"Uh huh," Britney mumbled.
"Britney," Melanie said.
"Yes ma'am?" Britney said, looking up at the doctor.
"Do you really want to keep hurting yourself?" the doctor asked.
"No ma'am," Britney admitted.
"So, what are you going to do about it?" Melanie asked.
"I'm going to go talk to him," Britney conceded.
Uh uh," Melanie smiled. "WHEN?"
"Tomorrow," Britney said.
"Promise?" Melanie pressed.
"Okay, promise," Britney smiled.
"Ah, that's what I like to see, a pretty smile!" Melanie praised.
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Jim smiled tiredly. It had been a long day at work, made all the longer by the brutal wind that threatened to blind him as it blew sand into his face.
But Melissa wanted his input, his approval of the wedding plans. He had tried once to tell her, 'Baby, what ever you want is fine by me' but she wasn't letting him off that easily.
The pitter-patter of rain hitting the window of his apartment, soon to be their apartment, soothed him. He felt her lips brush his forehead lightly. He came to with his head in her lap, torso and legs covered by a light blanket.
"Hey," she smiled down at him. "I'm sorry, Baby; I should have realized it was a long day for you."
"Long day for you too," he reminded her. "You got school AND work."
"Uh huh, but I don't lug sheet rock up three flights of stairs, and I don't play outside all day long," she said and smiled.
She eased herself out from under his head and playfully messed up his hair.
"Go to bed, Baby," she smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
He wished she would stay but knew better than to argue with her. She would only smile at him and remind him that their wedding was only ten days away; he could wait ten days.
Or she would get mad and remind him that their wedding was only ten days away; surely he could control himself until then?
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"Come on, it'll be all right," Mary cajoled the frightened child. "That's Santa Claus! And Santa Claus loves all children; he won't hurt you, I promise!"
Again, she fought the urge to tug her skirt down; the children waiting in the line all laughed whenever she did that. Finally, the little girl let Mary take her over to the waiting Thomas.
Cheryl took the picture, Mary handed the girl a sugar-free candy cane and Chin Li guided the next waiting child to Santa.
Mary smiled; her man was so wonderful with all the children. He would be a wonderful father. She knew it was her duty as a God loving and God fearing woman to give her man as many children as she could and she knew she would love every minute of it.
She waited until Cheryl had snapped the picture before crossing the small stage to get the next child; she'd ruined one photograph by walking right in front of the camera just as Cheryl had snapped the picture. Cheryl's tongue lashing almost made her cry, and made her very aware of when to cross and when not to cross.
Again, she fought the urge to tug her skirt down; she was sure her buttocks were visible in the short skirt.
"And that's the last one," Cheryl sighed and began tearing down the camera equipment.
Chin Li laughed when Cheryl handed her the copy of her sitting on Santa's lap. She was sure John would love it.
Mary blushed deeply at the photograph; the skirt was far too short and her cleavage, such as it was, was quite visible. White tights or not, the skirt was just too short.
Thomas laughed as Cheryl passed him the first photograph. Indeed, Mary's crotch was visible. Just barely, but it was visible.
"Give me that," Mary demanded and reached for it.
"Uh huh," Thomas laughed as he very easily held it out of Mary's reach.
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"Hang on, my sister wants me for something, Tiffany complained into the phone.
"W-w-w-well, t-t-t-tell her t-t-t-tough t-t-t-toe n-n-nails," Barry joked.
"Barry, shush, I will not!" Tiffany laughed.
"Never mind," Britney huffed.
"No, come on," Tiffany said. "Barry, I got to go. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"G-g-g-good n-n-night," Barry said and hung up.
