Warning, includes strong sexual themes. Intended for Adults only.
All Characters are 18 or older.
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Marvin hated the holidays.
Stupid lights, stupid singing, stupid crowds, stupid holiday music.
Yes, yes, he knew it was all probably because he worked in the mall. Not just in the mall. For the mall. Yep, he was a help-desk clerk at customer service.
And Christmas time was the WORST time of year. The idiots came out in droves. People always had some sort of problem.. and it was never ending.
The only upside, was the increase in women.. or his in case.. busty women. From his vantage point at the kiosk, he could ogle all of the large-chested beauties that came by. Not that it mattered in the long run...
He knew he was a nerd. He was tall, but lanky and strange. And.. he was nervous... some sort of social anxiety disorder. He clammed up around busty women, almost like Raj on the tv show, "Big Bang Theory"... except he couldn't seem to talk in the presence of large boobs. Whenever a chesty woman came over to the help-desk, he always let Mindy take care of it. She was the twenty year old brunette he worked with. He just stared and stuttered like an idiot. For whatever reason, he had no problem talking to flat chicks. Mindy practically had no boobs at all and she was really tiny, but she thought his "problem" was funny so she messed around with him constantly. As a matter of fact, she was constantly talking to him. She was actually very cute, in a mousy sort of way. She'd bring her busty friends over sometimes and have them talk to him one by one to see if they were "big" enough to freeze him up. They'd all get a good laugh. Mindy told him that it seemed like a Double D was his average cut-off.
What he didn't know was that Mindy had a huge crush on him and it totally pissed her off that he only seemed attracted to girls with big boobs.
Well.. it looked like it was going to be another crappy year until the craziest thing happened...
Santa quit.
"What do you mean, you need me to be Santa! Are you freaking crazy?" protested Marvin.
"If you care about your job, you'll take one for the team, Marvin," stated Mr. Struthers, his boss.
"You gotta be kidding me!" he said nervously. "How am I supposed to be Santa? I'm 23 years old six foot three and skinny? Are you on crack?"
"Now that's enough of that!" said Mr. Struthers. "Carl had some sort of emergency and had to go. I don't have time to scrounge up another Santa and do the background check and all of that. I explained this before, there's only two males available, me and you.. and I can't be tied up.. so that leaves you. Plus, it's Christmas Eve and we have a contractual guarantee that Santa will be here for this last day, so you'll only have to do it one time."
"Where am I supposed to get a Santa costume? Oh Lord, this is not happening," he complained, running his hands through his sandy hair. Not to mention that Carl was like the BEST Santa in the world. People would travel from all over the place just to see him.. he was some sort of celebrity, like a Santa savant. Something about him being 'magical' or some shit like that.
"You can use Carl's suit," interrupted his boss, "he left it in his locker.. here's a spare key.. look.. Marvin, I don't have time for any of your usual nonsense. There are kids waiting on Santa, so get your act together and get out there.. you'll be fine..
...oh.. and on second thought... Mindy, go with him to make sure that he looks the part and doesn't fall apart on me."
"Sure thing, Mr. Struthers!" she laughed excitedly, "this is going to be great!"
She paused.. "you know, Mr. Struthers, Marvin is going to need some help.. I really think I need to be one of Santa's Elves this year... is that ok?"
"Sure, whatever, just make sure he gets there on time!"
"Awesome! C'mon, Marvin! You've got to save Christmas!" she laughed at him.
Mindy practically dragged his ass all the way to the locker room. Soon as they were out of sight of the kiosk she started texting all of her friends to tell them how hilarious this was going to be and how Marvin was going to be the new Big Man.
Minutes later, they opened Carl's locker to find his big fluffy Santa suit waiting for him. They both were amazed. It was in perfect shape and was so clean that it almost seemed to glow.
"Wow," she mused, "I guess Carl took his job seriously.. this thing looks like a million bucks!"
After much shoving and cajoling, Marvin stood there wearing the over-sized jacket in front of the mirror - a look of pure terror on his face.
"I look ridiculous!" he whined.
"Oh shut up," Mindy giggled, "you look just fine, you big lunk!.. you just need me to work my magic. Come over here and sit down."
Within a short while, using the makeup bag and beard that they had found in the locker, Mindy had somehow transformed his young face into a decent looking facsimile. She seemed very intimate during the process.. constantly pressing her body up against him as she worked. She left him to finish putting on the outfit and figuring out how to stuff his jacket so that he didn't look so skinny. He sat down, in front of the mirror, in disbelief of what was happening. He closed his eyes.
"Santa..," he said to quietly to himself, "I know you are just a bunch of B.S., but if you can hear me.. you need save my ass from this nightmare."
The suit seemed to twitch on his body - and a glimmer ran through it like glitter, and for the first time, he noticed something glowing under the white cuff of the red jacket. He flipped it up to see what looked like the letter "T" being embroidered by an invisible force in golden thread onto the red sleeve. He watched in amazement as the thread quickly formed the following sentence..
The power of Christmas is in you.
Mindy coming in behind him made him look up, but when he looked back down the writing was gone.
Where did it go and what the hell does that mean? He blinked and rubbed his eyes. He was so nervous he was imagining things.
"So.. what do you think", she said as she came in the room.