We Witch You a Merry Christmas
Viki swept the last bits of lint and dust into the dustpan. Emptying the dust into the trash, she set the broom carefully to the side and started unpacking the box of books. Owning a brick and mortar bookstore in an e-book economy was a tough go, but Viki thrived on challenge.
It was time to go home, but Kelli was still in one of the classrooms. Viki's bookstore, Edumacation, specialized in How-to, self-help, and instructional books. She sold everything from cookbooks to textbooks to knitting patterns. If you wanted to learn, you came to Edumacation.
In furtherance of that goal, there were several small classrooms in back, which could be rented for an hour or two, where anybody who had a desire could teach a class in whatever they felt they were good at. For two years, Kelli had been reserving one of the classrooms twice a week every Wednesday night, where she did tarot readings. Edumacation had a substantial New Age section, with histories, biographies, and philosophies, so Kelli had gathered a profitable base of clients.
But tonight wasn't Wednesday. It was Christmas Eve. Kelli had dropped by to use the classroom to change into her party clothes. Her roommates were conservative, religious males and she did not wish to flaunt her sexy, flirty outfits in front of them.
She emerged from the back in a sleeveless white top and a flared black skirt that ended just above her knees. With her cheerleader blond hair and sky-blue eyes, she was a knockout.
Viki whistled at her. "Sexy lady. You'll get some attention in that, I guarantee."
Kelli laughed. "I'm gonna get laid in this," she said. Lifting her skirt, she revealed her bare sex and wiggled her hips suggestively.
"Got anyone special in mind?" Viki asked.
"It's been months. I'll take the first decent offer that comes along. But it's Christmas Eve! Santa gets first dibs on my goodies. If he's not available, I'll find some lucky guy who wants to get on the naughty list with me.
Viki's eyes narrowed in speculation. "I happen to know Santa Claus," she said carefully.
"Well, hook me up, girl!"
"Are you sure? Would you really have sex with Santa Claus if I introduce you?"
"Honey, if you know the real Santa Claus, I swear that man can do any little thing he likes to me."
Kelli was joking. Viki understood that. But it didn't matter. Words have power. And the offer had been made. "If Santa gives you a present, would you share it with me?"
"Pay it forward. That's my motto. A threesome with Santa Claus sounds like my kind of party. I'm willing to share."
"Done then," Viki declared. "The bargain is sealed." Kelli had agreed to the price. Backing out was no longer an option. She pulled a towel from under the counter. She used them to stack books on, reducing dust, but there was another use to which they could sometimes be put.
"So where's the guy?" Kelli asked. "To be honest, I've never figured you for anything kinky. Is he a boyfriend? Did you promise him another girl as a Christmas present? I'm good with that, just curious."
Viki smiled and shook her head. "Not a boyfriend. Just an old, old friend."
"What are the ground rules?"
Viki picked up her broom, reversed it and wrapped the towel around the foot of it, covering the scratchy bristles. "I don't know what you mean by ground rules."
"To be perfectly honest, I've never been in a threesome before. Does the guy go back and forth between the girls or do the girls do things with each other while he watches?"
"Why don't we just play it by ear? See what happens?" Viki suggested.
"Ok. I've never been with a girl before either. Thought about it. Hundreds of times. But never tried. If I start to freak out, don't get mad, all right?"
"I think you'll be fine. Come over here and stand behind me."
Puzzled, but willing, Kelli followed directions. "Are we starting early? Before we meet the guy?"
"Not exactly. Put your arms around my waist and we'll be on our way. Spread your legs just a little."
"Hug you and spread my legs? Sounds like we're starting to me." Kelli did as she was told, but boldly slid her hands up to cover Viki's breasts, just to see how she liked it.
Viki smiled, allowing the contact, but she had a different agenda. She held the broom directly in front of her, then slipped it between their legs, twisting it so the towel-covered foot was under Kelli's butt. Viki leaned back, causing Kelli to lose her balance. Kelli's feet left the ground, but the broom supported her and she clung to Viki.
Instead of falling, the broom was floating about four feet in the air, both Viki and Kelli sitting astride. "What the hell?" Kelli asked. "How are we doing this?"
"I'm a witch," Viki explained.
"Seriously? Since when? You're kidding me, right? This is a joke. Some kind of trick? There's no such thing as witches."
Laughing, Viki said "There might be a few. Hold on tight. We're shifting realities."
The walls and roof of the bookstore went transparent. The night outside seemed to pour in, a deep purple sky, yet everything was somehow brightly lit. And thousands of glowing figures appeared all around, beyond the illusionary walls, for miles in every direction, even floating in the air.
"Are those ghosts?" Kelli asked, gripping Viki tighter, not even remembering that she was groping her friend's tits.
"Those are living human beings. In this reality, the physical fades and you can see their souls shining bright."
The broom rose up through the almost invisible roof, into the empty sky. Viki guided them toward a collection of souls seemingly stacked up hundreds of feet into the air.
"The Bolton Hotel," Viki pointed to two glowing blobs of light pressed tightly together, both pulsing brightly. The blue colour of one was flowing into the yellow of the other, turning it to a rich green. A smaller blob of pale green was forming inside the rich green. "Honeymoon Suite. 30th floor. Somebody's getting pregnant."
Viki took them through the dark sky toward two souls isolated high over a glowing river. "KVLX traffic helicopter watching the expressway. Lisa Baxter loves to come up here and give her pilot blowjobs between broadcasts. See how one is bright blue and the other is both red and blue? That means Lisa swallows. Good for her. Good girls always swallow. With straight sex, the colours merge."
Kelli watched them, looking back over her shoulder until they were too far back to see. "Where are we going?" she finally asked.
"To see Santa."
"There really is a Santa Claus? For real? Some fat old man delivering presents to every home in the world? If so, I have some questions about a certain bicycle I didn't get when I was ten."
"It's not exactly like that," Viki explained. "It's the collective human spirit of goodwill and generosity. Once a year, we give that spirit a name and an identity. Santa Claus has no physical existence and no conscious awareness, except on this one night and in this particular reality. But a night with Santa can last a very long time. Once you enter his reality, the night doesn't end until Santa's finished with it."
"How do we find him?"
"We don't. You made him an offer. A witch heard the offer and agreed to broker and transport. He's aware of us. If he accepts your offer, he'll find us and the long night begins. If the sun rises, he's turned you down."
They rode in silence for a long while, over the dark fields and hills to the west of the city, then out over the ocean. The stars were bigger and brighter than she'd ever seen them.
She was about to ask why when a jingling sound behind them distracted her. Kelli looked back and found herself face to face with a large animal. It sported a massive rack of antler and its nose was glowing like a torch.
"Heigh ho, Vikana!" called a deep male voice. "Show me your toes!"
The broom rose higher in the air. Nine reindeer trod the sky beneath them, slowly catching them up and overtaking them, until an actual sleigh came up underneath. It was the size of a tank, but open to the stars and exquisitely fashioned of wood and iron.
Kelli saw a cushioned bench in the front of the conveyance. In the larger, rear section was an enormous leather bag, dyed red and cinched closed at the top by a white rope. Sitting on the bench, the reins held in a gloved hand, was a large man. He was not fat, but burly, like a lumberjack or a professional wrestler. He was dressed in red sued, trimmed in white fur. His hair and beard were the colour of snow, flowing down his chest and over his broad shoulders.
As Kelli stared down at him in awe, his handsome face was looking up with an appreciative grin. "Lovely view! I thank you, Vikana!"
Kelli suddenly realized that he was looking at her bare bottom, perched on the foot of the broom, her skirt flaring out behind her as they rode the wind. She blushed, but made no move to lower her skirt or otherwise shield herself. She had offered herself to Santa. He had a right to look at the gift.
The broom suddenly dropped out of the sky as the sleigh moved forward. Santa's head passed just inches beneath Kelli's feet as they fell. She gasped and gripped Viki tight as the witch whipped the broomstick out from between her legs.
But instead of plummeting to Earth, Kelli found herself standing in the rear of the sleigh, her arms still wrapped tight around Viki's waist, Santa's enormous bag of gifts just to her right.
Wobbly on her high heels, Kelli reluctantly released her grip on Viki and stood on her own, holding onto the side of the sleigh for balance. Santa turned and leered at her. His eyes roved up and down her body. "Superb, Vikana. You have excellent taste."
"Vikana?" Kelli asked. "Your name's not Victoria?"
