Her First Noel

He shrugs. “I just can’t find a replacement Santa at the last minute. If I could…”

“I’ll do it.” Cole barks out and we both look at him, wide eyed.

“What?” I ask on a giggle. His reputation as an asshole would take a bit of a hit.

“I’ll play Santa. You’ve got a suit, beard, the whole deal? A pillow I can stuff inside…?”

“Well, yeah.”

I can’t stop laughing, but I look up and see Cole is dead serious.

“Then the show must go on.”

Nine

Cole

“STOP LAUGHING.” I adjust the pillow under the wide, black belt. “Do I look convincing? I don’t want to half-ass this.”

Holly pinches her lips together, trying to look serious, her hands on her cheeks but busts out in a hearty laugh. “You’re the sexiest Santa I’ve ever seen.”

We’re standing in the back room at the North Pole and the white mustache and beard are already itching. Holly steps over to adjust my hat, as I pull on the white gloves that complete the get up, and I wonder if I might have made a mistake volunteering for this. If any of the guys at work got wind of the grumpy asshole taking on the Santa role, I’d never hear the end of it. On the other hand, fuck them. This is for Holly, and it’s for the kids, and it’s for Christmas.

“You know, your dad is going to be pissed I’m not at the office.”

“What are you going to tell him?”

“I’m not.” I let out a long breath. “He’s the one who wanted to work through Christmas, not me. This seems like poetic justice.”

“I guess that’s between you two.”

There’s a knock at the door and Victor, the man who’s running the show, calls through. “It’s five minutes to ten. There’s a line outside the door already. You’re sure you’re ready for this?”

“We’re ready.” Holly answers as I drop my hands by my sides, turning my palms outward in a ‘so?’ gesture. She just covers her mouth, stifling another giggle.

“Let’s go.” I turn her shoulders to the door and out we go into the little Santa’s village, where I take a seat on the massive gold painted wooden chair covered in red velvet, and Victor nods.

“You’ll do. At fifteen bucks a photo, and we do about twenty kids an hour it’s worth saving the day. Besides, the kids…” He looks to the door, then back at me. “They’d be so disappointed. Hey, speaking of that, we never talked money. How much do you want?”

“Nothing. It’s my Christmas duty. Now, let’s get on with it.” I grunt and look at Holly, my dick half hard, and I give myself a little talk because having little kids sitting on a Santa’s lap with a hard-on is not the kind of Christmas cheer anyone needs.

“Grumpy Santa.” Holly chides as she takes her place behind the camera, giving me a wink. She looks so fucking hot, it’s going to be a constant battle with my dick for the next eight hours.

Victor unlocks the door as I get my misbehaving dick under control and wonder how the fuck I got myself into this.

FOUR HOURS LATER, I have a whole new respect for Santa.

I’ve been spit on. Kicked. Nearly puked on. Had one kid wet his pants before he got on my lap. They’ve been crying, laughing, screaming…I’ve had kids wish for ponies, guns, for Trump to be impeached…honest to God, I don’t know how you could pay someone enough to do this for more than a day.

“You okay?” Holly hasn’t stopped smiling and laughing since I put on the suit this morning, so that in and of itself makes it all worth it.

“Yep. Not sure the kids are, but I’m holding up.”

“You’re doing great.”

We’re back in the back room for an hour lunch break, and I gratefully take off the hat, beard and hair. I unbuckle the belt and let the pillow fall on the floor, then unbutton the jacket with a sigh.

“It’s hot being Santa.” I spread the jacket open, flapping it wide to get some air flowing.

“Because Santa is hot.” She slides over to me, running her hands up the front of my white t-shirt.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, that dimple coming out to play as a devious look glints in her eyes. “I never imagined it before now, but I think it would be pretty hot to be fucked by Santa.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. “Get your ass up on that table.” I order as I step over and turn the lock on the door. “Pull your dress up.”

I reach down and pull open the Velcro fly on the fuzzy pants, leaving the jacket open. I free my erection from my boxers, then step forward and pull her lacy panties down and off the black knee-high boots she’s wearing.