So there we were, standing naked in front of Jenna, our bodies shiny with an earned sweat and the room filled with the smell of lusty enthusiasm. Jenna kicked the door shut behind her as she twirled her key chain on her finger. She was smiling triumphantly.
She eyed Helena's naked body. "Nice," she said. "It's even better in person than on video." She pointed to the security cameras that lurked overhead. Neither one of us had seen it.
"Now you," she poked me in the chest with her finger, a smug look on her face, "are mine. No more back talk or insubordination when the managers aren't here, got it? Or I'll show them what you were doing on company time. Don't worry, the tape is safe in my locker."
I sighed dejectedly, knowing I was in deep trouble. I had often resisted any kind of supervision from Jenna and I was an unruly employee, at least when she was concerned. I wasn't mean, I just didn't like her. She had me over a barrel now.
"So what am I supposed to do?" I crossed my arms defensively, just realizing that I was still naked. Helena was still naked, too, but looked very unconcerned about the whole thing, comfortable with her nudity in front of strangers. Of course, she didn't have a job to lose, either.
Jenna smiled. "You're going to be Santa's little helper."
What? Santa's little helper? The worst possible job in the Christmas season, herding battalions of wolverine-like children to and from some whiskey-swilling fat man dressed as Santa? Sure, I like kids a lot, but not kids that are trying to see Santa. This was the worst, the absolute worst assignment that she could have given me.
"Forget it," I said. "I'm not doing it. I don't care if you fire me."
"Then I'll show the tape to the other employees."
I cursed silently to myself, knowing full well the humiliation that would follow if they found out. "Fine, you win," I said. "But just this once."
"Okay by me," Jenna said, "but you have to wear this." She held up a skimpy red outfit with white fur trim. It looked like what Mrs. Clause would wear if she were a stripper. Jenna's other hand held a pair of matching go-go boots and a hat. She slammed the door on the way out.
I turned to Helena who was smiling at my misfortune. "Forget it," I said. "I'm not wearing that! Do you know how much crap I'd have to put up with? I'll be humiliated."
Helena kissed my forehead. "Just do it this once, then it's over. After work you can come over and forget all about it. What is it, six hours away?"
"Nine."
"Whatever. Try on the suit."
I groaned and tried it on. The fit was about as stripper-esque as you could get. The boots had a tall heel on them and rode up almost to my knees. The white fur tickled a little bit and the skirt was more like a wide belt than a skirt and it hung a few inches below my ass, barely covering me. I could tell from the look on Helena's face that my breasts were being presented in an equally unclad manner, pushed up and squished together to show cleavage. I put on the hat and looked in the mirror. I groaned..
"Very nice," Helena said, smiling fiendishly, "but you forgot one thing." She dropped to her knees and poked her head under my skirt, kissing me right on the clit, showing me that I had forgotten to put my panties on, then I remembered that she had torn them off in frustration.
"What am I going to do?" I asked, suddenly realizing that Jenna had already thought of this. She'd probably seen us live as she recorded it.
"Don't bend over."
* * *
Santa sat atop giant a chair, which in turn sat atop a white fluffy mound. The foamy stuff was supposed to represent snow, but failed miserably. There was a short walkway decorated with reindeer, candy canes, and even a series of little houses where employees act like little elves. I had the fortune to have a relatively unimportant job and could stand off to the side, but anybody with half-way decent vision could tell that I was dressed a bit too scandalously for Santa's little helper. Only four more hours to go.
Then I got an unexpected surprise.
Helena waved at me from across the crowded store. She had apparently gone home and showered because now she wore a pair of black patent boots that went up to her knees. The long black skirt she wore had a slit running up each side that showed off the boots and most of her gorgeous legs. The skirt hung low on her hips, the kind that seems to be only an inch away from the pubic area. Her shirt hung several inches above this, both showing off her flat stomach and her round breasts. Her hair now hung straight and unadorned; no ponytails this time.
I walked over quickly, slightly pissed that just looking at her was making me horny again and I still had four hours to go. Damn.
"Hi," I said, trying to contain my excitement. "You're back."
