As I put my elf hat on, I exhaled deeply. I had to keep reminding myself that I needed this job. This year I was one of Santa’s helpers and as I looked at myself in the mirror I couldn’t tell if I looked ridiculously or sexy. My dress was short a dark green velvet dress with a green elf hat and cute thigh high candy-striped stockings. I brushed my hair from my face as I adjusted my stockings and dress one last time. As I looked at the clock as I was running late for the north pole set up which consisted of applying fake snow around the set, turning on the Christmas lights and helping the other “elves” move the live reindeer into the playpen for the children. Mrs Claus emerged from the staff room and pressed play on the sound system that caused the elves to sink in their places. I am normally a fan of Christmas jingles but having them played on repeat for 9 hours a day with loud children had begun to take its toll on my Christmas enthusiasm.

 Mrs Claus cleared her throat loudly, “Little elves” she said in a patronizing tone that made me want to throw a fake Christmas present prop at her. Now, maybe it was because I wanted to play Mrs Claus in this workshop and instead, I was cast as an elf or maybe it was because the woman playing her was 22, with platinum blonde hair and was a size 8 and not nearly old enough to be a Mrs Claus. Whatever the reason, it was obviously there was tension between us and Mrs Claus loved to boss me around to assert her dominance. She went on to state that the actor who played Santa was feeling under the weather and due to such short notice, Santa would be played by her boyfriend. “Great” one of the other elves said to me, “we’ll never hear the end of this one”, I chuckled while nudging the cheeky elf.

Her boyfriend emerged from the staff room, he glanced around the room before locking eyes with me. We had a deep intense glance that gave me butterflies immediately and I felt as if the air had been knocked out of me. “I think we should all get a photo before the kids come in to welcome my little honey and we can have a keep sake of our first day together, baby!” Mrs Claus kissed Santa and she then begun ushering the elves around in their positions. She looked at me and huffed, “I suppose you should sit down so no one can see how frumpy you look in that dress.” I turned as Santa was sitting in the sleigh patting the spot next to him. His beautiful eyes were coercing me closer to him like as if I was under a spell. I sat next to him and as other elves gather around our legs were touching. He placed his hand on my thigh, moving a little to my inner thigh, pushing my velvet dress out of the way. He turned his head, so he could whisper in my ear, “I want to fuck you so bad”. I bit my lip – Mrs Claus had been making working at that Christmas workshop awful was this my Christmas revenge? I smirked and looked away and let his hand wander before he jolted away when his Mrs Claus sat between us.

The next few hours were torturous, I watched him stare at me and I purposely pranced around in my dress. As the day neared its end, and the final families had exited the workshop, several elves suggested that we all go out for pre-Christmas drinks to celebrate. I offered to stay back to help clean up hoping that dear Santa would stay back with me and I could show him my Christmas wreath. Much to my horror he agreed to go to drinks with his Mrs Claus and the elves. I was furious!!!

As I angrily packed away the workshop, I could feel myself getting flustered – how dare he play this game with me all day and then stand me up. I swept the sleigh aggressively, I felt a hand grab me from around the neck his other hand around my mid-section before it slowly explored my Netherlands. He pushed me against the sleigh, “we’re you upset, I went for drinks?” he said while forcing me against the seat of the sleigh. “Yes” I said in a whisper. “Good” he replied as he removed my panties, you’ve been a very bad girl and I’m going to show you what I do to naughty girls…