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most part but she still seems a
little skeptical.
    “ You sure don’t look like Santa
Claus.”
    “ Images of my appearance have been
greatly exaggerated over the centuries. You like, though?” I fan my
hands around my body like a game show model would a prize, hoping
she’ll take notice of my perfectly tailored suit that accentuates
my well sculpted body.
    “ You’re easy on the eyes, I
suppose,” she says as she wraps the blanket tighter around her
nakedness.
    “ So, now that we have
introductions out of the way, let’s get down to negotiations, shall
we?”
    “ What negotiations are you talking
about?”
    “ You’re on the Naughty List, babe.
And I’m here to give you the opportunity to redeem yourself.” I eat
another cookie from the plate and watch her reaction.
    “ Why am I on the naughty
list?”
    “ Well, according to the report,
it’s for touching yourself too much.”
     
    “ How do you know about
that?”
    “ Umm, I saw you... and it’s on my
report”
    “ You were watching me?”
    “ I’m Santa...I’m
always watching.” Damn, I’ve always wanted
to say that.
    “ What are you, some kind of
pervert?”
    “ Well, with all due respect, you
weren’t hiding what you were doing. Plus you left me bate.” I hold
up another cookie in front of her and shove it in my
mouth.
    “ I must be dreaming. This can’t be
real.”
    “ Speaking of real, maybe you would
like to have the real thing for Christmas? It’s been a while hasn’t
it?” I wipe the crumbs off my suit.
    “ You mean sex?”
    “ Yes, I mean sex. Let’s see what’s
behind this snugly thing, shall we?” I walk up to her and open the
throw blanket she’s wearing.
    “ Wait, umm, so having sex with you
will get me on the nice list?” She starts laughing and flips her
long red curls playfully over her shoulder. She doesn’t cover up
her body though.
    “ You ended up on the list for a
reason. I’ll make sure you make it back on the Nice List, which
will change your luck for the better. Think of it as Platinum
membership on a credit card.”
    “ I masturbate because I don’t have
a boyfriend. I’m like on every dating website known to the world
but nothing is working. My ex remarried already but I’m still
alone. My son is spending Christmas Eve with his
father.”
    Well damn, I don’t feel guilt very
often but she’s tugging at my heart strings.
    “ Alright,
Olivia, I’ll— ”
    “ But since I am dreaming and
you’re so fucking hot, what the hell, right?”
    “ Wait,
what?” Her reaction catches me by
surprise.
    “ Fuck me,
Santa.”  
    Who am I to deny a Christmas wish?
Starting at her hips, I run my hands up the sides of her body,
rounding her shoulders. Her breath grows heavier under my touch as
the blanket drops to the floor.
    “ Mmm. You’re a stunner,
Olivia.”
    I stare at her full breasts and cup the both
of them, rubbing her nipples until they
resemble two gumdrops. I suck on them one at a time. She
throws her head back and digs into my shoulders. I can tell I have
her right where I want her.
    I give her bottom half a coy stare,
especially the little snowflakes on her panties. Wasting no time, I
pull those cotton cutesy things down to her ankles and hold her
hand while she steps out of them. Just as I suspected... the carpet
matches the drapes. My little Gingerbread here is a
natural redhead.
    “ Now, that’s much better.” I can
tell she’s nervous by her body language and I must do something
about that. I unbutton my suit jacket and take it off, draping it
over the arm of the couch. Next, I carefully take off my tie, then
my shirt. Olivia is intently watching my strip tease and starts to
relax.
    “ Wow, there must be some gym in
the North Pole,” she says, twisting her hair around her finger and
checking me out.
    “ State of the art, actually,” I
say and drop to my knees in front of her.
    “ I’m a little nervous,
Santa.”
    “ Don’t be. I want you to
relax and enjoy Santa’s