Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
“I promise I won’t be too long.” I dash into the dressing area and change like lightning, leaving my Santa jacket open because Mrs. Claus has to stuff me up. “Time to fill me in,” I tell her.
“Isn’t that my line?” she teases and I’m grateful that I’m wearing a cup. She’s lucky that we’re surrounded by a bunch of staff members and the lines of kids and parents are filling up outside.
“Lola, you’re asking for a special visit on Santa’s lap.”
“Maybe I am, but right now we don’t have time for that.”
“What about my stuffing?”
“Oh yes.” She grabs the pillows and starts sliding them under my suspenders, taking her time, caressing my chest in the process.
“Are you two having fun? I hate to break up this love fest, but it’s almost time for Santa to greet the kids.” I step back from the woman who will one day be my wife and say. “I need a moment.” Stepping into the dressing room, I check my cup and adjust my cock before fixing my suit. Once I return, I have all the eyes of the staff on me. “I’m ready.”
Chapter Four
Lola
The door opens, and we step out to a large crowd waiting for us. Santa Trent waves with one hand and presents me, twirling me before we take the steps to his seat. I stand to his right, and then we get started with the many anxious and excited kiddos.
The elves open the red and white rope barrier. The first child in line is with his father, who leads the boy up the three steps and then moves off to the side as Santa asks the little boy, “Have you been a good boy this year?”
“I try.” The look of honest concern in the little boy’s eyes tells me he’s not as good as he wants Santa to believe.
With a chuckle that hits me in the core, sexy Santa Trent replies, “I suppose that’s about as good as I can ask for. What would you like for Christmas?”
“A new bike.”
“Well, we’ll try.” The kid’s eyes light up and he grins sweetly. My womb is begging to be filled and I look right at Trent to doing the stuffing.
“Okay. Thank you, Santa.” The boy pops off and looks at me, smiling, grabbing a candy cane as he crosses the walkway before exiting the stairs to his waiting father.
Kid after kid and picture after picture, we make it through the four hours, smiling with a few hiccups. Several of the mothers do give Santa extra-long stares, which I try to let go of, but a hint of jealousy flares in my belly.
Although any time a man appeared in line, Santa Trent made it clear to take my hand and squeeze it. It looked like we were playing a role to the audience, but I sensed Trent was marking his territory. Even if this thing between us was momentary lust fueled by the holiday or something in the air, I didn’t mind his need to touch me. I enjoyed it a little too much.
Although now we were on the last kid, and I have to hold back my surprise because I knew him and his dad well. Although I’m hard pressed to call him a kid anymore “Hi, Ms. Lola,” Max cheers as he comes up to me, skipping Santa’s lap altogether and wrapping his arms around me for a big hug.
“That’s Mrs. Claus,” Santa tells him, acting a bit too territorial to a minor.
I start to giggle and shake my head at Trent until the next words leave his lips. “That’s my Dad’s girlfriend.”
My eyes shoot open wide in shock at his comment. I hadn’t heard that one before, and of all the times for someone to make that claim, now wasn’t it.
“Really?” Santa’s voice deepens before he glares at me with a warning and then turns to Ryan, giving him a look that would make any man cower if it weren’t for the white beard and red suit. The men faced off in a staring contest, and I’m worried there’s going to be an incident over nothing since, technically, I’m nothing but a sitter to Max.
“Yes. He says he wants her to marry him for Christmas.” Max continues digging a hole for his father and me. There has never been a single thing between us. Although, now that I’m thinking back to our encounters, he has lingered as he passed me in the kitchen, brushing up against me and quickly apologizing, giving me hugs goodbye, and then the incident yesterday. Was he trying to get me alone and his ex-wife ruined it?
“What does your mommy say about that?” Santa asks him. Ryan has been divorced for several years, but I’m not sure why exactly.
“My mother doesn’t live with us anymore.” He’s still pretty heartbroken about it even though his mom is remarried. Although who knows what’s going through his head these days. I don’t feel like I know either of them right now.