Kaylee dropped her head and let out an exasperated breath. She took Steve in her hand again and started stroking. Steve gasped and started breathing heavy. His hand went to Kaylee's tit. She looked down at it, pausing her stroking, but Steve didn't move it. She continued, just wanting to get it over with before her pussy got any wetter.
It didn't take long for Sarah to get a picture of Kaylee's hand cupping Steve's cum covered cock, white goo coating her palm and fingers.
Those two math nerds would never be the same again.
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Sarah's target this time was Santa, but the only trophy she wanted was a hat. Kaylee thought it was pretty safe, at least there would be no semen involved, but it was still a pretty scary caper. The center of the mall was a huge, elaborate Christmas village. It's centerpiece was Santa's workshop at the North Pole. They were going to sneak into it, in the middle of the day.
Sarah made the plan, Kaylee cased the joint. She watched them, learning the habits of the less than jolly fat man hired to play Santa, and of the high school and college kids hired to be his helpers and Elves. She learned when they took breaks, which bathroom they used. She eyeballed the measurements of the little workshop building. They'd stood in line to visit Santa just so they could get a closer look into the building.
Fake Santa seemed pretty happy to have two hot eighteen year olds sit on his lap, but his costume and big white beard let him hide the huge smile he had on his face. Sarah claimed that she'd felt how happy Santa was against the side of her thigh, but Kaylee had been too shy to do anything but sit on the edge of his knee with her legs together and turned to the front.
Now here they were, sneaking past the big red chair on which Santa held court. He and the Elves were out on their break, and the entire scene was guarded over only by a single college girl standing just inside the break in the fake picket fence surrounding the Village. She wore a green frilly felt top and shorts, and her only job was to tell people that Santa was busy feeding the reindeer - despite the fact that a team of plastic model reindeer were right behind her pulling a fake sleigh piled high with wrapped presents - and would be back in 40 minutes.
Kaylee knew better. Santa and the Elves were at the food court, or in the arcade. One pair of Elves were at this moment making out in a hidden corner of the mall. Regardless, they were all out of the workshop. It wasn't hard to sneak in. The girl Elf was stationed off to one side, where the line would start when Santa was in session. She mostly had her back to the raised dais, a fake porch on the flimsy structure that claimed to be Santa's workshop.
Sarah and Kaylee snuck around from the side. They'd made it past the chair without the girl Elf chasing them and politely but firmly insisting they go outside and wait for Santa like good little girls. They were not good little girls.
There was a short hallway behind the chair. It opened up into a little room that looked like a break room. It had a few cheap tables, a long folding table that had a microwave and a mini fridge. Sarah grabbed a couple packages of M&Ms from a bin next to the microwave and tossed on to Kaylee.
They were looking for something like a locker room, where the uniforms would be. Thanks to Kaylee's surveillance, they knew that Santa left his hat in the workshop when he went to the food court to stuff his rotund belly with lo mein from Panda Express or pizza slices from Sbarro, or both.
The break room obviously wasn't it, so they looked for other doors. There was one door next to the break room and another across the narrow hallway from it. Sarah mentally flipped a coin and they chose the one across the hall. They would soon realize that it was a huge mistake.
They found a workshop. A real workshop, not some mall Santa prop. The girls stopped, confused. The outside dimensions of the building were about the size of a two car garage, not counting the little front porch that held Santa's chair. There was no room for anything this big.
But there was a workshop. A full workshop, the size of a small factory, lined with work stations. They saw toys being made, the stereotypical wooden things in all the old fashioned movies and pictures. There were assembly lines devoted to everything from jewelry to small trinkets to clothes to more sophisticated toys. Worse, there were Elves working most of the stations.
They were tall and thin, kind of willowy, Kaylee thought. They wore green felt uniforms, a tunic of some kind and a small skirt or kilt over bright green tights. But they were not the happy go lucky cheerful workers of the cartoons and holiday movies.
It looked more like a sweat shop. The room and the equipment were filthy, as were the Elves' uniforms, hands, and faces. The Elves were hard and mean looking, like they couldn't wait to get off work and get int a bar fight. They looked worn out, and did their work with soulless mechanical efficiency.
Their heads turned toward Kaylee and Sara, their faces changing from hopeless indifference to a leering anticipation. Kaylee and Sarah looked at each other, their eyes wide. Kaylee was terrified. This room was ten times the size of the entire "workshop" building in the mall.
They bolted back out the door they'd come through. There was no hallway there any more. They found themselves in another similar workshop facing the same leering Elf grins. Kaylee was starting to panic. Something was very, very wrong. They couldn't still be in the little temporary shack in the mall. Her mind raced through several possible explanations, but none of them made any sense at all.
"Sarah, we're in trouble." Kaylee said, her face pale.
Sarah's face had lost any vestiges of the thrill of a prank. "Holy shit, Kay, what the fuck is going on?"
"How the hell am I supposed to know?" Kaylee shot back.
"You surveyed the building, you missed all this?" Sarah's demanded, her voice rising in pitch.
"I couldn't see inside, Sarah. Besides, you saw that building. You think any of this could have fit in it? Even if my estimates were off by yards?"
Sarah looked around. The entire building seen from the outside could have fit in one of the storage bays holding stacks and stacks of wrapped presents. "We gotta get out of here." she said.
"No shit" Kaylee sarcastically replied. Her terror was tinged with more than a little annoyance at Sarah trying to blame her. "You got us into this. Any bright ideas now?"
Sarah pointed to a door at the back of the workshop. "Let's try that."
Kaylee had no way to even try to judge whether that was a good idea or not, but it was one more idea than she had. They went to it at a hurried walk that threatened to turn into a panicked sprint if it wasn't for their long experience teaching them that panic was not a way to get out of a tight situation.
It was no use. They found a hallway leading to more workshops and a computer server room. They burst into a room with enormous stacks of mail addressed in childish handwriting, Elves mechanically tearing them open and running them through some kind of scanner.
Everywhere they went were more haggard Elves slaving away for Santa, and every door they opened, they were greeted with the lascivious stares of Elves who thought that maybe, just maybe, they were being given a surprise Christmas bonus, ten minutes relief from the tedious monotony of their hopeless lives.
They finally made it to a long hallway filled with offices. The workers here looked less physically worn out, but no less mentally so. They ducked into a bathroom.
Kaylee had to pee, and Sarah decided she'd better too. When they were done, they stood at the sinks looking at each other in the mirror. Kaylee saw bald fear on Sarah's face, and knew hers must show the same thing.
Sarah admitted to it. "Kay, I'm scared. You're the smart one. What is all this?"
"I'm not that smart, Sair. This is fucked up."
"We're not in Kansas any more." Sarah said, her voice far from joking.
"No, you're not." came a thin but tough sounding voice from the doorway. Two men walked in. Elves. Their green felt uniforms were clean and well pressed, each with a pair of crossed candy-canes inside a wreath emblazoned on their chests. Their faces were rugged and their expressions hard. They wore belts with various pieces of equipment hanging from them, including bright green plastic toy guns with red tips at the end of the barrels.
Before Kaylee and Sarah could react, they were grabbed, elbows pinned behind them. It thrust their chests out, and they could see the security Elves eyeing them in the mirror. "We caught a couple of cuties." One said to the other.
