Matt was miserable. It had been a rough few months for the single man, the worst he had ever known in his more than twenty years. Losing his job due to cutbacks had been hard enough to take, but losing his girlfriend only weeks later when he was able to find a new job was humiliating. He wouldn’t have believed things could have ever become worse. And then he found himself in that chair, and he learned what humiliation was truly all about.
For endless weeks, Matt’s days had become a tortured horror of screams and smells, pains and aggravations that left him exhausted. The chair became his hell, from the moment he put on the accursed uniform, to the moment he staggered home at night, that much more less a man. But there was nothing else he could do but devour his pride and say the words:
”Ho ho ho. Have you been a good little boy this year?”
Karen smiled to herself as she stood in line and listened to Santa’s thunderous voice. Matt had been a friend of Karen’s husband, Tyson, and herself, forever. They were there for him when he lost his job, and then his girlfriend, as much as they could. Matt was too proud, or too embarrassed, to take any kind of charity. He even tried to hide the fact that he was forced to take a job at the local mall as Santa, but Tyson found out. Matt had begged and pleaded that none of their friends should ever know, and that neither of them would ever be at the mall while he was working. His life had become a desperate humiliation, and getting through the season without his other friends knowing of his plight was all he could hope for. This holiday season was a write off, and he wanted it done. Next year had to be better.
Like so many others at that time of year, Karen was at the mall two days before Christmas fighting frantically for last minute gifts. In truth, she had finished most of her shopping. It was just a legitimate excuse to come to mall and see Matt.
Karen was known as a bit of a tease in their circle of friends. Most, including her husband, acknowledged it as part of her personality. Matt loved every moment of it, and Karen was well aware of the effect her teasing had over her husband’s friend. It had started over three years ago when Karen and Tyson first started dating. Matt made no secret of the fact that he thought Tyson was a very lucky man.
”Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas, little Susan. You make sure you’re a good little girl, because Santa is always watching.”
Matt smiled through his bushy beard as the girl climbed off his lap and hurried to her mother. Taking the quick breather he was allowed in between children while the camera was reset, he turned to see who was next in line. His breath caught in his throat as blood rushed to his face. It was more than just embarrassment that flushed his skin as his eyes roamed over Karen’s form as she smirked mischievously back at him.
Still in her mid-twenties, Karen was never shy about showing off her body. Many people said she was too thin, but those comments usually came from women who could not control their weight. Matt, and many men, appreciated her thin body with the slight, feminine curves. She had a habit of wearing clothing that was a size or two too small her frame, and that day was no exception. She had her long coat off and draped over her arm. Despite the weather outside, she was wearing slip-on pumps and a shirt that stopped a couple of inches above her knee, showing off her long, healthy legs and just a hint of her shapely thighs. She wore a black knit sweater that buttoned up the front. With the light plaid skirt and sweater, it was a very professional look. Or it would have been a professional look if the sweater was not so small and buttoned so low. As she moved, as much as an inch of her midriff was visible, and the stretchy fabric conformed around her b-cup breasts. A teasing amount of cleavage was visible down the top, exposing the flesh of her upper chest. Looking into her pretty, pixie face framed with rich brown hair, Matt couldn’t help but notice how the vague smattering of brown freckles on her face flashed on the exposed skin of her chest as well. He suddenly wondered how much of her body had similar markings.
Matt shook his when the elf helper announced for the next person to step up and sit on Santa’s knee. He shifted on the big chair as Karen skipped forward and dropped herself on his lap. She eased herself back so that her right ass cheek brushed up against his groan.
”What are you doing here?” Matt hissed in her ear as she smiled and leaned back. A whiff of her perfume caught his nostrils. He felt an uncomfortable stirring where he could feel a warm contact on his cock.
”I just came to give Santa my wish list,” Karen smirked and pressed back with her hips. She caught her breath when she felt something hard pressing back and giggled nervously. “I think I already know what Santa wants.”
”Come on, Karen,” Matt groaned as he looked into the camera and winced out a smile. “I have to work with little kids. Won’t exactly look good for a little girl to notice this.” He glanced down at his midsection.”
”Alright,” she pouted. “I’ll behave. I have some shopping to do, but maybe we can hook up later. What time do you get off?”
Matt shook his head and tried not to smile. “An hour. I’ll meet you outside locker area by the washrooms.”
”Okay, thank you Santa.”
”Ho ho ho,” Matt bellowed as Karen stood up and smirked at him again before strolling away.
* * *
”I’m sorry I showed up like this,” Karen said as Matt held the door open for her. They entered the mall employee area used for breaks and changing uniforms. It was not a glamorous area, but fairly large and filled with tables, couches and lockers. “I know you didn’t want anyone to see this.”
”Don’t worry about,” Matt said as he pulled his beard down and yanked off the white, puffy wig and bright red hat. He stared at them glumly. “I don’t know what was worse, losing Trisha, or having to work this job.” He looked up at Karen with narrowed eyes. “No one else knows about this right?”
