Chapter 9
NINE
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.
“God, that’s fucking hot.” I take her in, laying back on the table, spread for me, waiting as I step forward and grip her legs, yanking her down to the edge of the table toward me.
“Fuck me, Santa. I mean Daddy. Santa Daddy.” She whispers and I nearly let my load go right there.
I grab my cock and slap it on her pussy a few times as she hisses. Her wetness is already leaking out, coating my shaft as I smack it against her clit.
“Santa’s going to fuck you, alright. Naughty girl, teasing me. Santa’s going to fuck a special gift right into that naughty pussy, you know that?”
She nods and I grab one knee, pushing it outward as I press the tip of my cock to her soaking opening.
“Wet little girl. Visions of Santa’s cock must be dancing in your head…”
“And his mouth, his fingers…pretty much any part of him makes me wet.”
I part her folds and slide into her in one smooth motion. She’s still tight, but so wet she takes all of me in one drive forward.
When she starts to scream, I reach down and press my hand over her mouth, bringing the index finger on my other hand to my lips. “Shhhhhh, it’s our little secret, naughty little Holly.”
Her head falls back as I slide in and out. Her pussy is snug and hot, and I’m soon balls deep, the table knocking against the wall as I fuck her without mercy.
She whimpers into my hand and her face twists in pain, but soon the look changes and she’s arching her tits up. Her pussy grips my cock as her hands fly out to hold onto my forearms, her eyes wide in a silenced mewl.
“Santa’s going to slide down the chimney tonight and get some more of your cookies and milk.” I reach up with my other hand and squeeze her tit. “I’m going to sleep with my cock inside you tonight. All the other children are going to be disappointed when there are no presents for them. Your pussy is going to ruin Christmas for everyone else. You’re such a naughty girl, making Christmas all about you.”
Her legs wrap around my ass and I let her mouth go. She gasps a breath, then hisses: “Never stop fucking me, Santa.”
“Santa won’t. You’re my special naughty girl.”
There’s a knock at the door. “You okay in there?” Victor’s voice comes through.
“Yes.” I bark. “Be out in a minute.”
I wait a moment and there’s silence, so I lean down and whisper into Holly’s ear. “I’m not coming without you. Your pussy needs to milk the cum out of me. Your special gift from Santa is waiting.”
I grit my teeth as I thrust forward hard, feeling the limits of her body against the tip of my dick. My balls start to heave.
“Santa.” She yelps and I cover her mouth again as her orgasm rips through her at the same time as I let loose.
She twists in frantic release and I feel her screams against my hand as waves of my own orgasm shake me to my core, making me buck against her as I coat her insides with jets of my seed.
I hover over her, both of us gasping and panting, our eyes locked together as her thighs tremble and I wonder how I got so fucking lucky. I know she’s too sweet and young for me but I don’t give a shit. I’m keeping her.
Letting my hand go from her mouth, I see a smile so bright my heart heaves in my chest.
“Am I still on the naughty list, Santa?” She licks her lips and I lean down and kiss her softly, pulling out to see white cream dripping from her opening.
“You’re on all my lists, Candy Cane. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I pull her panties back up, stand her on the floor until she’s steady, and then put my cock away.
“You okay?”
She nods. “I’m fine.”
“I know you’re fine.” I kiss her forehead. “I asked if you were okay. Let’s go get some lunch.” I pull her dress back into place, then run my hand down her hair.
“You going to go as Santa?”
I nod. “Can’t break character now.”
I get dressed and we go out the back door of the shop, walking down a short alley onto the small downtown strip.
“There’s Palmetto’s. They have good food.” I reach down and hold her hand, but she jerks away. “What?”
“Someone might see us.”
I narrow my eyes. “I don’t give a shit. Who are we hiding from? It’s not like I’m married or you’re under eighteen.”
“I know, it’s just...this is a small town and people know you, and my dad. I don’t want to ruin Christmas.”
“Come on. We’re more important than Christmas.”
With some hesitation, she lets me take her hand, and we make our way down half a block to the restaurant, taking a table by the window. I’m wearing the get up, minus the beard and mustache because eating with that on would be impossible.
A waitress comes and takes our order, smiling at me the whole time, and I reach across the table and squeeze both of Holly’s hands between mine, bringing them to my mouth and kissing each finger, watching her smile with each touch of my lips.
Her lips pull into a straight line. “Just promise me something…”
“If I can. What is it?”
“Just tonight, let’s not dump this on Dad. Let’s just play along until after Christmas. Take me to Mom’s. She said I can borrow her car. She needs some money…” She must catch the dubious look in my eyes, because she trails off. “I just know Dad’s going to lose his mind. And I feel like the whole business could be hurt, all because my own selfish…”
I stare at her and she lets out a frustrated huff.
“Please. I want a nice Christmas. Such as it is.”
I relent. “Okay. Just until after Christmas. Then, I’m taking care of it. I’m not living without you and I’m not living like we’re some dirty little secret.”
Holly smiles and I look out the window onto the street. Standing next to a car, grinning wide with a Starbucks in her hand, is Amanda. And she’s looking right at us.
I give her a dead stare and she smiles wider, then laughs and gets into her car as I look back, keeping Holly’s attention on me as she pulls my hand to her mouth and gives it a kiss. I don’t think she saw Amanda watching us, but she sees the question in my face.
“What?”
I draw a breath. “Why would your mom think you and Amanda were friends if she was so mean to you at school?”
“It’s kind of weird.” She says, her face twisting in a frown. “My mom never really paid much attention to anything I said to her when I was at school. I’d tell her I was being bullied, and she’d say that I should learn to fight my own battles. Looking back now, I’m sure if I’d told my dad he would have dealt with it somehow, but at the time I couldn’t see how him getting involved would make any difference. He could hardly appeal to Amanda’s father, since he didn’t want anything to do with her. And her mother wasn’t much better.”
“Martin would have fixed it. He cares about you.”
She nods. “I know. But at the time… Anyway, when I went away to Philly, it turns out Amanda and my mom started hanging out. Apparently they met at a bar where Amanda was working, and my mom of course didn’t remember that I’d ever said anything about being bullied. Second day I was back, Amanda comes around to drop in on my mom and we’re face to face. You know the first thing she said to me?”
I shake my head, dreading what I’m about to hear.
“Hey, Roly-poly Holy, you’re back.” She pulls her lips to the side and shrugs. “Like I say, I’m used to it from her, but how can my mom just let that slide? Anyway, life is too short to make a fuss.”
I let out a breath, imagining what I’d have done if I’d been there to hear that. “Sometimes, baby, you have to make a fuss. Rolling over and taking what everyone dishes out is bullshit. You know a lot of people think I’m an asshole, but I just don’t take shit from anyone and my fuse is short as fuck. You gotta take care of you.”
She nods. “I guess, Daddy.” Her eyes go wide and she glances around the restaurant. “Sorry, it just—”
“Don’t be sorry,” I growl. “Besides, you have me now to take care of you.”
“But it’s just...I don’t know. It feels right, but isn’t it a sex thing? The whole Daddy thing…”
I shake my head. “It’s our thing. Does it feel like a sex thing to you? Because it doesn’t to me.”
“No. I guess not.”
“There’s no guess. It’s you and me, babygirl. I am your Daddy, and I always will be. I’ll look after you and protect you, and make sure you have everything you need. And you’ll do as I say, or else...” I narrow my eyes and watch her shiver.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Now, eat up, we have to get back to the North Pole.”