It was just after 8 pm on Christmas Eve when Jenny Goodley struggled through the door of her apartment. She had been the last to leave work, after locking up, to allow those that lived outside of the city to leave earlier. She had been profusely thanked by her colleagues and especially by Mr. Morrison, one of the senior partners in the law firm. where 29-year-old Jenny had worked as a junior paralegal for the last 15 months.
Up until 4 months ago Jenny wouldn't have been as willing to stay late on a night like this as she had Mark, her partner for the previous 5 years, to come home to, but now she was alone, he having unceremoniously dumped her for a younger, blonder bimbo, as many of Jenny's friends had described her.
Dumping her bags on the kitchen table, she had kicked off her 3-inch black patent heels and shrugged off her damp, heavy overcoat. She opened the fridge to put away the few last-minute items she had picked up on the way home. She might be on her own, but she was going to have an excellent Christmas dinner and toast herself with the half bottle of vintage champagne she had picked up. As she put the last of her tasty treats in the fridge, Jenny removed the half-finished bottle of Pinot Grigio she had started the previous night and poured herself a large glass.
Picking up her wine glass she walked through to the lounge with her final bag. It contained several Xmas presents that Jenny had received from colleagues as they had been leaving earlier in the day. Jenny had felt really embarrassed as she had not got presents for these people to reciprocate. As she removed them from her bag, she read the little tag attached to each one and remembered what had been said when she had been given them.
The first had been from her boss, Darren Jacobs, although Darren did admit he had nothing to do with picking the present, his wife had given him the parcel that morning and told him to remember to write the tag before handing it over. This had made Jenny smile as Darren was one of the most forgetful people she knew.
He was also one of the most handsome black men Jenny knew. He stood about 6 foot 3 inches and even at the age of 43 was very well built and fit, having been a former semi-pro football line-backer. He had known that he would never be a big football star therefore concentrated on his studies and was now a junior partner at the firm and doing very well.
However, Jenny was intrigued that Darren said that Rebecca, Darren's 32-year-old wife, had picked the present. Jenny had only met her twice, once last Christmas at the office party, when Jenny was convinced that Rebecca had taken an instant dislike to her, and the second time, at a summer BBQ at Darren and Rebecca's house, when Jenny would have sworn that Rebecca made a play for her!
What was more striking about Rebecca and Jenny was that they could have passed off for sisters; they were so alike, apart from Rebecca's more spectacular augmented chest.
The second present had come from Timothy Whitlock, "Tiny Tim", as everyone called him. He was only 19 years old and 5 foot 4 inches tall, and the most junior member of the office staff. Tim was the goffer, the coffee boy, the postie, and every other crappy job going, but he always seemed happy. He was your archetypal geek, skinny, long unruly hair, and glasses, but he was past the spotty stage, and although not stunningly attractive, he could attract a girl's eye, if he could find the right one.
One other attribute Tim had, that Jenny had discovered, was his ability with computers. Tim was a hacker par excellence, and had helped Jenny find all sorts of data for the cases she was working on, which without his help would have remained hidden and would have lost the case. Jenny had told Darren of Tim's work and plans were afoot to try and arrange for a promotion of Tim. All Tim wanted was to see a bit more of Jenny, literally, hence the present!!
Her final "present" had come from "old" Mr. Morrison. As the only Senior partner still practicing, he was the life blood of the company, and there was nothing he didn't know. He knew who was preforming well and those that weren't and, in both cases, you soon found out about it. Mr. Morrison had heard nothing but good reports about Jenny's work, and her willingness to be "last man standing" on Christmas Eve was the clincher in his decision to award Jenny a discretionary $10,000 bonus, that she would find when she opened the card on Christmas Day.
Jenny had wished Mr. Morrison a very Happy Christmas, but as he turned to walk towards the elevators, Jenny felt a pang of guilt and sadness for Mr. Morrison. He was going home to his wife of 45 years, but a wife who had been wheelchair bound for the last 35 years following a riding accident. Since then, they had remained a devoted couple, with her accompanying him whenever he attended any fancy dinners or other gala events, with no hint of a scandal. But that was because they covered their tracks well when she "acquired" high price escorts to see to his needs but only when she was also watching. She had seen Jenny at the last Xmas party and wondered if she had a price.
Jenny piled these extra presents alongside those already under her small artificial tree. She had received some from family back home and had treated herself to a few "extra" nice little treats as she was going to be spending Xmas alone, so she would have a decent little pile to open in just a few more hours.
Taking the glass, she padded through to her bedroom to change out of her office clothes, time to relax and forget about things. She unzipped her grey pin-striped pencil skirt and let it slide easily down her legs to the floor aided by the silk liner in the skirt and the equally silky stockings she was wearing. Then she unbuttoned her pale blue silk blouse, which was a perfect match for her eyes, and allowed it to slide from her shoulders and join her skirt in a heap at her feet.
Now, standing in front of the full-length mirrored doors of her wardrobe she had a look at her reflection as she took a long, slow mouthful of the smooth, grassy, but floral wine. Standing there with her left hand on her hip she had a long slow look at the lithe body reflected in the mirror.
At 5 foot 8 inches she was taller than many, even more so with her heels on, and with her perky 34C breasts gently caressed by her intricately embroidered pale blue satin bra, her smooth, toned tummy above the matching panties and suspender belt, and these super long legs of hers, encased in sheer black stockings, yes, she was looking good and one day Mark Webster would rue the day he dumped her.
Loving the look and the feel of her underwear, Jenny decided just to put on her short silky housecoat, "Anyway, no-one was going to be seeing her like this tonight!" she thought to herself, and she padded back through to the kitchen to fix herself a small bowl of pasta for her dinner.
An hour later she settled down on the couch to watch a bit of TV, hoping for a nice Xmas film to get her in the mood before bed. Finding a channel showing "White Christmas", she settled down to watch it. She knew it was old and corny, but that was just what she needed tonight.
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Jenny wasn't sure why she woke up, but she was sure there were strange noises within her apartment. Looking at the TV, the screen had gone blank, with a simple message saying that the channel was now off-air and would resume transmission at 09:00, but the clock underneath the screen was reading 00:03, it was now Christmas Day!
Jenny slowly sat up on the couch. She could still hear faint noises coming from the kitchen, and a strange glow also seemed to be emanating from there too. Tip-toeing to the kitchen door Jenny peered round the corner. In the middle of her kitchen floor was a large fabric bag and a big fat man with a red suit was rummaging around inside it, assisted by three smaller elf-like creatures!
"Can you not find it?" hissed Santa. There was a quiet squeaky sort of response that Jenny could not make out. "It's for Jenny Goodlay," continued Santa.
Without thinking, Jenny automatically replied, as she had done many hundreds of times before, "Actually, it's Goodley, as in L..E..E."
A shriek went up from the three elves and Santa abruptly standing up and turning to face Jenny cried out "Fucking Hell!!".
This was too much for Jenny, seeing Santa in the flesh, and then having him swear at her, she fainted!
Next thing Jenny knew she was sitting on her couch with Santa holding her hands. She remembered falling to the ground, but not hitting it, and floating through the air to the couch where she was now seated.
"How did you do that?" she asked puzzled.
"For a big man, I can move fast." smiled Santa, "How do you think I get all the presents delivered in one night".
Jenny shook her head, she still didn't know whether she was dreaming or being burgled, but the figure of Santa remained seated beside her, holding her hands.
"But what are you doing here?" Jenny got the courage to ask.
Santa looked puzzled, "Why do you ask? You've been a good girl this year, near the top of my list all year. And you've had a very difficult year, what with that asshole Mark. But through it all you have been a very good girl and therefore I am here to grant your dreams, desires, wishes and fantasies", Santa said with a flourish.
Jenny just looked at him with her mouth hanging open. "How did you know all those things?" she asked dumbfounded.
"I know everything", came the simple reply with a shrug of Santa's big shoulders, "and with a little magic we will try and make things better".
Jenny looked at Santa with a little suspicion "Magic?"
"Yes, me and the boys here.." as Santa slowly looked over towards the three elves as they sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch, "..can work a little bit of magic for you".
Jenny slowly followed Santa's eyes as he looked at the elves and there sat the three little men, arms folded, all smiling happily back at her.
Slowly she turned back to look at Santa, but in his place sat a very naked Darren Jacobs!
This time it was Jenny's turn to swear, "Holy Shit!" was all she could get out as her eyes bulged in shock, and out of instinct her eyes dropped to his groin to find a huge, engorged, very rigid monster of a cock.
Quickly her eyes returned to those of Santa, or now Darren.
With a big smile he answered, "You're now wondering if everything you see is really in proportion to Darren, aren't you?"
All Jenny could do was nod, and all Darren did back in response was nod.
"Holy Shit!" was all Jenny could muster for a second time, before a quizzical look came over her face.
Again, before she could ask, Darren supplied the answer, "I told you I am here to grant your dreams, desires and fantasies. Now let's have a Merry Christmas."
Darren, still holding Jenny's hands, now took them and placed them on his massive cock. It felt soft and yet firm and very veiny under Jenny's touch, and as Darren folded her hands around his shaft a large glob of pre-cum oozed out of its eye. Jenny was transfixed but her unconscious brain took over and began sliding her hands up and down the thick shaft coating it with the pre-cum which continued to pour from the tip.
Soon, it was slick with this juicy lubrication and Darren, taking hold of Jenny's elbows said, "Okay Jenny, time to climb aboard for the sleigh ride of your life."
