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Naughty or Nice © 2006 by Missy Lyons

 

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Naughty or Nice

By

Missy Lyons

 

 

Chapter One

 

Scott scanned the winding line and spotted some boisterous teenagers. At least he thought they were teenagers. The two women looked so young, and unlike the other women, they didn’t seem to be attached to any of the children. They were up to something. Something naughty. They didn’t belong in the line to see Santa and they knew it. His anticipation grew with each ho-ho-ho he belted out, because each ho-ho-ho brought the girls closer.

Well, he couldn’t think of the girls and their way too short mini skirts forever. He had kids to see. Well, at least one more before he could see them.

Scott enjoyed the part of he played on most days. It was a good gig for a struggling actor. He could be making more money somewhere else. He was smart enough to be in an office somewhere, but this allowed him some freedom to use his acting skills and a certain amount of pride. He went home knowing he made hundreds of kids happy. It felt damned good to be Santa. And besides, he was still waiting to hear back from his agent. So this kept him busy enough to not worry about when his agent would finally call. Or if that call would mean good news.

“Ho, ho, ho. What’s your name?” He said as the little three-year-old child bounded up to sit on his lap.

“Jamie.” The child answered shyly. His little hands pressed near his mouth.

“Have you been good this year, Jamie?”

“Yes.”

“Well, that’s good because Santa only visits good boys and girls.” Scott replied in the best deep Santa voice he could muster. “What do you want for Christmas?”

Jamie’s face lit up as he recited a litany of gifts he expected this year. “I want a red fire truck with an extra long ladder, a great American super hero punching action figure, turtle slime, and one of those pocket pets. Oh yeah, and I want you take my little sister back. She cries a lot and sometimes she really bothers me.”

The flash blinded him, signaling his time with the child was at an end. Time to cut this short. “Now Jamie, try to be good to your sister, and I will try to make this a good Christmas for you. Now go see your mother. Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas!” Scott pushed the child off his lap, in the direction of his mother.

He was handed Jamie’s sister, just an infant. He smiled and they took the picture. The mother politely said “Thank you,” before retrieving the babe and walking off to pay for the two pictures.

Scott didn’t even pay attention to the family leaving. The next two in line were the ones on his mind. They looked older close up. Perhaps he had misjudged them when he assumed they were teenagers. They looked to be in their early twenties. One was a sexy, lanky blonde with legs up to her ass. She was thin but athletic and that midriff pink shirt left very little to the imagination. What little it did leave he liked. She was well endowed and the other was a redhead. She was dressed playfully in gothic attire, and he bet she had a personality to match. The red hair was bright and had two streaks of black framing her face, and it just accented her green eyes. She had worn ridiculous red and black striped leggings and clunky black boots that just accentuated how petite the rest of her was. She couldn’t be more than five foot two, even with the two-inch lift her boots gave her. That tight mini skirt hugged her heart-shaped derriere. Her black shirt had a pair of bright red lips with fangs and was cut low exposing a pierced belly button, which did nothing to distract from her chest. Her breasts pressed eagerly against the shirt’s confines. A generous handful or so. Perfect for hands his size.

Scott licked his lips trying not to lick the fake Santa beard. Nervous tittering greeted his ears as he watched them finish arguing. “I’ll sit on his lap if you will!”

“No, this was your dare not mine.”

“Come on this will be fun.” The redhead was pulling her blonde friend toward him and his chair.

 They were planning to sit on his lap?

Scott shifted in his seat uncomfortably, trying not to draw attention to his growing hard-on. Normally he didn’t have this problem. But normally he didn’t have beautiful women standing in line to sit on his lap. Damn this was a good job. It didn’t pay much but the fringe benefits were excellent.

“Ho, ho, ho, ladies.” He swallowed hard, hoping they wouldn’t feel his rigid hard-on when they sat down. He didn’t know what to expect, and he didn’t like not knowing what to expect. He was a planner and liked anticipating how things were going to work out before they did. This was like opening a door to a new world. A world full of unexpected surprises and he was curious to see what was on the other side.

“Aren’t you going to ask me if I have been naughty or nice?” It was the redhead who spoke, in a sultry sexy kind of voice. He bit his lip as he felt that hard-on jerk to attention in his lap. Thank God for all that extra padding. He separated his legs to accommodate them both on his lap.

Did he really want to know if they have been naughty or nice? Okay he was a sucker. “So what have you been, naughty or nice?” Scott asked, not sounding anything like Santa anymore.

The blonde sat on his right thigh, leaving the other leg free for the redhead. The blonde said, “Well, I have been naughty. Do you think you’ll still visit me?” One of her arms wrapped around his neck and he felt her fingers do circles on the nape of his neck.

This was a dream right? Please don’t let me wake up. Scott thought desperately.

That comment just seemed to spike the redhead’s competitive spirit. The redhead sat on his other thigh, snuggling into the crook of his arm. Damn if he didn’t like the way this felt. Two beautiful women on his lap, with hands that wouldn’t stop.

“Naughty? I am afraid my sister doesn’t know the meaning of the word.” Red said whispering near his ear.

“Everyone, ready for your picture? 1...2…3…” Scott felt his beard being pulled down below his chin, his hands were full. It’s not like he could stop her. Not that he wanted to. Stop her that is. He turned to face the redhead. She was the one who did it, and he felt like an idiot with the grin the size of Texas creeping across his face. He couldn’t help it. Even if it ruined the kids belief in Santa across the city. “Smile!”

Then she did something totally unexpected. She kissed him. Through the haze of his mind he could hear the gasp of the crowd.

A flash blinded them all. Recording the moment for all time in a picture. He heard the click of the camera, but nothing registered in his head but the fact that her lips were attached to his.

She kissed him hard on his mouth, licking the entrance to his mouth with that sexy little tongue until he opened his mouth to her. Immediately he felt the sizzle of an electric heat between them. It blocked his senses to anything but her touch. That was when he stepped onto the wettest, wildest ride he had ever been on. She was hot, and her body was pliant in his arms. He felt his blood race and his heat rise, and his hard-on pressed against his pants for release. If she was a ride, he did not want to get off. He did not want it to end.

“Scott?” The head elf coughed rather loudly, and then spoke to get Santa’s attention. “I mean Santa?”

He heard the elf. He just didn’t want this to end. It was too perfect, too wet, and too hot to end.

“Jenna!” The blonde growled out the redhead’s name. So Jenna was the name of the goddess sitting on his lap. He barely registered that the blonde stood up, leaving him with only the redhead on his lap. “What are you doing Jenna?”

Jenna broke the kiss first. Before releasing him from the kiss she teased him one last time sucking his bottom lip between hers and raking it with her teeth. One soft hand was still on his jaw. She licked her lips, still glistening from their kiss. Her green eyes were wide and luminous. Was she as affected from their kiss as he was? Did she feel the same kind of heat he had felt? For a moment he felt as if the whole world had disappeared leaving just the two of them.

“Was that naughty enough Santa?” She had a wicked smile on her lips as she rearranged his beard to be back on his jaw and cover what had to be the stupidest looking grin he ever had.

Naughty enough? Was she trying to seduce Santa? His voice was a low whisper as he replied, “Wickedly naughty.” Damn, he didn’t want to let her go. But he had a job to do and this was just some naughty game to her.

 The evil glint in her eyes said she wasn’t through teasing him and as she stood, he felt her hand. His sharp intake of breath belied the control he felt. His hands fisted, fighting the urge to reach out and grab her back to his lap. That’s what he desperately wanted to do. He wanted to tell the women and children to go away, throw the redhead down to the ground and fuck her. Here and now. To hell with the elves and the rest of the world.

But he fought the savage caveman instincts in him and watched as she walked to the cash register, swaying those delectable hips. He watched as she paid for her naughty picture of Santa. Damn if that wasn’t a wicked grin she shot back at him. Straight little white teeth glinting back at him in the lights of the mall. Did she have to lick her lips with that little pink tongue of hers? Disappointment filled him as he watched her walk away on the candy cane lined walkway.

Thinking back on the look in her eyes when they first broke the kiss, he could have sworn that she was as surprised as he was by the heat in that kiss. How could she walk up to him, kiss him like that, and then walk away?

She was a cock tease. There was nothing else to it. She walked away without so much as a goodbye. Plain and simple, she was the worst kind of woman, she was a tease.

He had to put her out of his mind. There was no use thinking what it would be like to have those perfect pink lips wrapped around his cock because it wasn’t going to happen. Not in this lifetime.

Scott waved over to the elf at the head of the line, and when the elf bent down to talk with him, Scott whispered, “Shawn I need 5 minutes.”

The elf nodded his head and then turned to address the crowd. “Okay everyone! Santa is going to take a cookie break. He’ll be back in just a few minutes.”

Scott stood up; adjusting his beard to what he hoped would appear straighter on his face, waving to the crowd of children and parents. All the while hoping no one noticed the tenting of Santa’s trousers. This hard-on was getting damned uncomfortable.

When the crowd groaned their disappointment, Scott waved and smiled, bellowing out a “Merry Christmas.” All the while keeping his eyes glued to his dream girl walking out of his life. He made his way into Santa’s village closing the door on everyone else.

She thought she was naughty?

Oh yes, she was definitely naughty.

Damn if he didn’t want to give her something more than coal in her stocking for Christmas.