"Why am I stuck working as a department store Santa?"
"Because it pays better than most student jobs. You had to repeat just one single semester credit to graduate high school. You have lots of time and no exam until January. I think it was nice of Blotz to give you all afternoon shifts so you can make that 9:00 calculus class."
I groaned. Calculus was evil the year before, but being sentenced to repeat it at first bell was like a prison term. I knew my parents and the school had devised that on purpose to try to cut down on the partying which had sabotaged my earlier effort.
It was kind of cool though that that I could have such an open conversation with my boss. Today was just a bad day. Christmas Eve shoppers, I had learned, were the worst, and I had blown up. Now I was exiled to the staff room on an early break to calm down.
The boss, Valerie, was just trying to help, sitting here and making me some fresh hot cocoa, the real deal, not instant. As our discussion paused, I sipped on the warm brew and sighed. Looking up, I saw that Val's eyes were locked on my face. For the first time, I noticed that she had two different coloured eyes - one blue, the other brown. This contributed to her exotic look. Despite being near retirement age, Val, the Display and Promotion Director of my town's only remaining independent department store, maintained a funky look to express her creativity. Her hair was seasonally dyed a festive mix of red and green, with sprigs of holly sticking out randomly. Plus, she wore the same abbreviated costume the elves did. "It's not sexism if the supervisor wears the same," she had reasoned to me six weeks before when I had started.
Her skirt, cut in jagged points, stopped at mid thigh. The most enjoyable distraction of my job was watching the better looking elves bending over to speak with little kids. My favourite elf was Cinnamon, a twenty something black single mom who had taken the job to avoid losing her kids in a custody fight after her ex-husband had found out she was working as a stripper. She had a tremendous body, trim but equipped with surgically enhanced boobs that needed no bra. I bet lots of Dads offered to stand in line with the kids just to admire how Cin's perpetually erect plump nipples strained against the thin green felt of her top. I often got hard watching the watchers, thinking how much hornier they would feel if they knew that Cin generally managed to forget to wear panties under her sheer green tights. Her knowing grins confirmed she knew exactly what effect she had on the Santas. She truly appeared to be a wanton vixen. She had commented to me just this morning, "Gee Santa what a nice big gift package you have in your pants. Is that for Mrs. Claus, or the MILFs?"
I had replied, "Mrs. Claus ran off with a horny reindeer salesman, and if one of the elves doesn't help me with this problem soon, I might accidentally give one of the urchins a nasty lump, and not one made of coal."
Cin had laughed wickedly, turning and tossing the front of her skirt to waist level, giving me a clear view of her hairless pussy, decorated by a tattoo of a horny little devil just to the left of her labia.
Unfortunately, the arrival of a pack of kids had interrupted at that point. Perhaps my high level of frustration was why I had gotten too excited when some three year old peed down my leg. Jumping up in alarm as the warmth flooded my boot, I had sent the girl tumbling, startling both her and her mother.
Val had heard the commotion but had not seen it. She huddled briefly with Cin, and the other on duty elf, a young blonde hard body named Roxie, to find out what happened.
Which lead to me sitting on the staff room couch wearing just the padded jacket and boxers while I drank my cocoa. I was sure I had jut imagined that Val's hands had caressed my inner thighs as she whisked me out of the damp pants, but she seemed in no hurry to help me into a new suit. I looked away from her eyes, glancing at the patterns in my cup, but the whispering of her tights as she recrossed her legs got my attention. The strips of fabric fell away from her thighs, revealing remarkable firmness for a sixty year old woman.
For the first time I wondered what sex with someone older than my Mom might be like. Though I was still eighteen, I was no virgin. I had thought Cin was unattainably mature for me. Compared to Cin, Val's womanliness had seemed even more unreal, her sexiness affecting me more like how I might react to a character in a movie than anything which might provoke an encounter. Suddenly, sitting here staring at Val, that all changed and new possibilities blossomed. My brain was overheated, wondering what sort of relationship Val had with my Dad, which had allowed him to score me this great job. A job I couldn't afford to lose if I wanted to pay my car insurance and go away for college.
Val took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, and offered me a slim ragged looking home rolled. "I don't smoke, and besides which, isn't that against regulations?"
"Screw the rules, and these aren't tobacco anyway. It'll calm your nerves. How else do you think I get through a day with screaming shoppers and rotten kids all over the store?"
She lit her joint and took a deep drag, then passed it to me. "You try it."
I hesitated.
"That's an order. I am the boss."
The smoke filled my lungs and I immediately felt light headed. As I exhaled, Val stood up and stripped off her costume.
"You know there is no lock on the door? Loss prevention rules," I said, stupid from hormones and drugs.
