(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. I want to thank my biggest fan for his help preparing this story. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)
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He had gone by many names. Saint Nicholas. Kris Kringle. Old Saint Nick. If anyone asked, he said that he preferred simply being called Nick. Many people doubted his existence, but he was definitely real. He was the man who went by the name Santa Claus.
He often laughed at the various depictions of him throughout the world. Most had him imagined as a jolly old fat guy with a puffy white beard. He was amused by the absurdity of this thought. If he was ageless, why would he be old? Nick was in fact quite young in appearance, and very much in shape. He was hundreds of years old and still maintained the appearance of a man around the age of thirty. He had been blessed in many ways. He was blessed to be ageless. He was blessed to have some abilities some would call magic. And he was blessed to be married to his lovely wife, Agatha Claus.
They had met many years ago, and he knew it was love at first sight. She was very cute, and pleasantly plump, which was the fashion at the time. She was a hard worker and was very supportive of his job. She knew what she was getting into when she married him. Agatha became an invaluable part of his life and his job. Being chosen as his true love made her ageless as well, so they had been together for many years, bringing joy to millions. Nick was living a great life.
Nick's job had evolved in many ways. What started as a small operation had become something greater. As more people believed in him, his operation became bigger. Now, Christmas was a big business. But describing it as a business made it sound so cold. It was a friendly, happy business, centered around bringing joy and the spirit of Christmas all over the world. Nick had never heard any complaints from his helpers.
His helpers assembled the toys and gifts and they were all placed into Nick's magical bag, which held the gifts for everyone in the world. Giving these gifts to everyone in the world was the greatest part of his year. Well, he gave gifts to most people in the world. Only the people on the 'Nice' list received gifts. The people on the 'Naughty' list were another story entirely.
Nick was dismayed to see that more and more people ended up in the 'Naughty' category every year. Nick thought the problem was they didn't have enough Christmas spirit. It was his job to leave them a stern reminder of their naughty ways and leave them a lump of coal in their stocking. His helpers retrieved the coal. It wasn't the best job in the world, but it was a necessary part of the Christmas process.
The worst part of this job was leaving the coal for the people on the 'Naughty' list. This was why he generally took care of this first during his travels on Christmas, so he could end his night on a high note by giving gifts to those deserving. That was where Nick found himself now, on his sleigh, flying through the chilly, starry night.
His sleigh was enchanted, along with his reindeer, enabling him to travel all over the world to every house in the span of one night and make it back to the North Pole in time for Christmas morning with Mrs. Claus. His helpers created the list, separating those who were nice from those who were naughty. Nick could read a quick summary on each person on the list, explaining why they ended up on the list they did. The easiest way to do his job was to go alphabetically, which was how he ended up, early in the night, at the house of Beatrice Adams.
Nick checked his list to verify the facts before going inside. His sleigh kept him warm as he sat in the snowy night. He was dressed smartly in a crisp red suit, looking very handsome. He wore a red cap, as a nod to the many depictions of him. He glanced at the list.
Beatrice Adams- 28, NAUGHTY: Bad Attitude, Has Stolen Money, Lied to Friends and Family, Has Been Intimate with Strangers, Has Been Intimate with Married Men, and generally not pleasant to be around. Very Little Christmas Spirit. NAUGHTY.
Nick shook his head. This was not an unusual circumstance. The 'Naughty' list had gotten longer and longer. Christmas spirit was at an all time low. Even those who had Christmas Spirit sometimes didn't believe in him. When those people looked back at those presents marked 'From Santa', they figured it was from their parents, not him. It was disappointing to see his work unappreciated by so many. But those who did appreciate it made it all worthwhile.
He stepped out of the sleigh, grabbed his bag, and made his way towards the chimney. Within moments he had made his way through and now stood into the warm interior of Beatrice's living room. He quickly glanced around, taking in his surroundings. She had a nice looking Christmas tree set up which was lit by white lights.
He looked around for a stocking, but was unsurprised to find none. Nick started to walk towards the tree, reaching into the bag to find a lump of coal. His hand wrapped around a hunk of coal, and as he started to lift it out, a light flipped on. Nick jumped quickly, and looked back to see a woman staring at him.
"Who are you?" said the woman, confused and a little scared. This must be Beatrice. She had a silk robe wrapped tightly around herself. Nick had to admit that she was very pretty. She had long brown hair and was tall and tan. Nick had only been caught a few times, so he was flustered.
"I'm sorry." he said, "You weren't supposed to find me."
"Are you robbing me?" Beatrice asked.
"No, of course not." Nick stammered.
"Then who are you?" Beatrice asked.
"Well, I'm Santa Claus." Nick said, standing straight. Beatrice laughed out loud.
"You're kidding, right? Do you think I'm an idiot?" Beatrice asked, less afraid, more defensive.
"No, of course not. I am actually Santa. But you can call me Nick." Nick said. Beatrice just smiled brightly.
"I'm gonna call the police." Beatrice said, walking towards her phone.
"That won't be necessary." Nick said. Beatrice stopped.
"Listen, Nick. Santa's an old, fat guy." Beatrice argued.
"Don't believe everything you hear, Beatrice." Nick replied. Beatrice stared at him narrowly.
"How do you know my name?" she asked.
"Well, you were on the list." Nick replied.
"Oh, a list, huh? Well, that proves everything. You couldn't just be some crazy stalker." Beatrice argued.
"Beatrice, I can prove it." Nick argued.
"How?" Beatrice replied.
"Give me the name of one of your friends. I'll tell you what they want on the list." Nick argued, pulling the book that contained the list out of his pocket.
