Santa Bimbofies His Sexy Helper
Hank Oldman
My head pounded. It was another day in the mall parking lot. Another day as the "Mall Santa." All the dumb Christmas decorations were set up before it to make "Santa's Workshop." I sat in the tent on my chair in the jolly suit, padding beneath to make me look fat. A fake beard on, the cap.
I needed a drink.
I hated this gig. It was a trap. Once I had all the stuff to do the "Mall Santa" gig, I had to keep doing it. The investment had to pay off. And I made money at it, I did. Mostly enough to keep me in booze through the year so I didn't have too much work besides it, but...
I wanted this day to be over. I wanted to go back to my trailer behind the tent and pound a few ones back, but instead, I had another kid on my knee. I put on the smile and breathed in deeply, mustering one more, "Ho, ho, ho, and what do you want for Christmas, little girl?"
The kid started babbling as I turned to the mother. Now here was the one real perk. The mothers. I was set up in a well-off part of town. The mall where the housewives of the rich and powerful dragged their kids to. Women who had great asses like the one I was staring at.
The brat's mom had an ass that poured into the jeans she wore. She was talking on the phone, her back to me. I stared at that heart-shaped rump being hugged by the denim. The woman had such a great ass. I loved the sight.
Goddamn, that was a woman I wanted to bend over. How long had it been since I had more than my hand?
"Uh-huh," I said as the kid kept babbling about what she wanted for Christmas. "Good choice."
She nodded energetically as I stared at her mom's rump. Damn, that was one fine woman. She had bleached-blonde hair. She turned to the side, letting me see the swell of her breasts in the tight crop top she wore. No jacket. It was a warm week in Southern California, so I was sweating like a hog.
Were those D cups? God, maybe Double D's. I'd love to have my face buried between them.
"Yes, yes, sounds great," I said. "Santa will see what he can do."
The mom had nice lips, too. Red and plump. Kissable lips. The tight that would feel great working up and down my dick. I bet she was sucking someone's cock. Maybe the pool boy's rod or the pilates instructor's shaft. Why not mine? That would--
An elbow smacked into my ear. Pain erupted. I grunted and snapped my gaze up to Vivian, the nineteen-year-old girl who worked as my "elf" this year. She was in the green dress with the fur-line skirt and the candy-cane striped leggings. Her blonde hair hid her ears. She didn't wear the fake ones.
"Will I get them all, Santa?" the little girl asked.
"If you're a good girl," I told her, putting on that jolly tone. "Ho, ho, ho, if you're a good girl and do whatever your parents say, I'm sure you will."
The kid beamed at me. She was cute. She hopped off my lap and darted over to her mom. The woman glanced at me. She looked right through me before taking her kid's hand and leading her out while still talking on the phone.
God, she still had such a fine ass.
"Hey," Vivian said, standing before me and leaning down to glare at me. "Stop ogling the mothers and ignoring the kids!"
The position let me see down her dress. Vivian had certain charms--it was why I hired her for the gig this year. Nice, big tits. They were definitely Double D's. She had such charms that I was enjoying staring at her while she glared at me.
"Ugh, you're such a pig, Hank," she said, straightening up.
"You're the one showing them off," I said. "And I know every woman is aware when she's showing off the goods. You must want to."
"I don't know why the fuck I'm still here," she muttered.
"Desperate for cash?" I suggested as she turned away, my eyes falling on her rump. "I mean, with an ass that fine, you could be dancing around the North Pole."
"Are you saying I should be a stripper?" she demanded.
"You got the tits and ass for it," I said, shrugging.
"Four more weeks of this?" she muttered. It was the first weekend after Thanksgiving. We opened up on Friday, and now it was Sunday.
"And we get to do it tomorrow," I told her. "It'll be a slower day. You'll see."
"Yeah, yeah," she said.
"Any more kids with hot moms?" I asked.
"No." She stretched. "Thank god."
"Good, see you tomorrow." I rose and headed for the back of the tent. "Get things closed up. I got to take a piss."
She muttered something under her breath. I didn't hear it as I opened the door to my trailer and climbed inside. Empty beer cans abounded. I stepped on one as I ripped off the jacket and tossed it down. I peeled off the fat suit, losing the fake beard and hat in the process. I ran a hand over my scraggly whiskers.
I opened the trailer's refrigerator. I was getting power from the mall. I grabbed a cold one and cracked the can. I sat down on my chair before my laptop. I went to my favorite site, PornHub. I had that MILF in my mind.
I drank the beer as I shoved my hand down my pants. I found a video with a woman sitting on Santa's lap. It was very inspiring. I stroked my cock and sipped my beer. The stress of the day, and that damned headache, faded away.
* * *
I snorted awake to a throaty moan of, "Yes, yes, yes, Santa!"
I blinked as I looked around for the woman who could be moaning like that. "I'm Santa," I muttered. "You want..."
I realized it was my laptop. I had fallen asleep with it auto-playing porn. I blinked to the sight of a busty woman bent over and getting reamed from behind by a guy in a fake beard and a Santa cap. The woman had blonde hair and fake titties.
Like that hot wife from today.
"Damn," I groaned, not sure of the time. I wanted to fall back asleep.
My phone chimed with a notification. I grunted and grabbed it, half expecting to see a text from Vivian that she quit. It happened. I usually went through two or three elven helpers. I had others on backup. I ranked them from hottest to ugliest.
I swiped my phone and saw a new one from
The Bimbo App ~ Mall Santa Edition
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