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"I can't fucking believe this," Steve thought to himself. There he stood, dressed in a green knee-length brocade coat, green leggings, and what he thought looked like a green velvet jester's hat. "No one looks good in green," he thought, grabbing his camera.
He was a mall elf. What more degrading job could there be, he wondered. Steve took a quick personal inventory as he snapped a photo of another rugrat on the lap of the fat, most likely inebriated Santa. He was twenty four years old, a graduate photography student at NYU, and this was the only job he could find while home in Wisconsin for the holidays.
Steve was trying to save up money for a trip to Mardi Gras he and his buddies from school were planning. He was beginning to seriously wonder if the booze and boobs were worth the humiliation he was forced to endure now. He told another child to stop tugging on Santa's beard and smile. Steve sighed heavily.
"What's wrong Steve?" a voice behind him quipped. "This not artistic enough for you, Mr. Big City Photographer?" The sarcasm was so thick Steve felt it running down his back. It was Julie, his elf cohort. If there was one thing that made this torturous job tolerable, it was Julie.
Julie Simpson was eighteen years old, a freshman at the University of Wisconsin, and truly a sight to behold. Maybe 5'7" tall, Julie had long straight blonde hair which fell just below her shoulders, deep blue eyes, and a tight athletic body. She was wearing a waist length red velvet "Santa" coat, matching hat, tight red skirt, red fishnet stocking and knee high black leather boots.
Steve knew most of the guys standing around the Christmas Village were watching Julie while they waited for their wives and girlfriends to return with their credit cards.
"You're almost done anyway…" Julie continued, scanning the crowd of on-lookers. "Maybe two of those guys have kids…"
"And the rest are hoping you'll sit on their lap?" Steve chuckled.
"You know what? I'm really tired of getting my ass pinched and being asked if I've been a bad girl this year! I have half a mind to do something really naughty that the jolly old elf over there would have no choice but to fill my stocking with coal for the next decade!" Julie's tone was once again sarcastic but Steve knew she suffered a lot of harassment each day. "Besides," she continued, "it could be fun…" She winked at him as she returned to her post at the bottom of the steps.
Steve took a deep breath as he watched Julie bend to pick up a toddlers misplaced Teddy Bear, giving him a great shot of her fantastic ass. She noticed his eyes on her and looked back, smiling at him. "God, I'm a pervert," thought Steve, his attention returning to the camera. Steve had dated Julie's older sister, Jen, in high school.
"Man," Steve silently remembered, "she was wild!" He remembered that Jen had screamed so loudly on a number of occasions that Steve feared that they would be arrested. How much of that had her sister inherited, he pondered. While Julie was no longer a bratty thirteen year old, she was still six years Steve's junior.
As the final child scurried down the ramp towards his parents, the crew began to pack it in for the night. Steve thought he caught the child's father ogling Julie's ass while she latched the gate. "Goodnight kids," said Danny, the mall Santa. "Anybody feel like joining me for a nightcap?" Steve knew Danny was not inviting him and merely rolled his eyes.
"No thanks, Danny," remarked Julie, sighing heavily. "I'm just going to head home. Goodnight, Steve."
"Goodnight, Julie!" he called after her, feeling his manhood stiffen as Julie's athletic behind bounced towards the exit.
The wind swirled at Steve's feet as he fumbled in his pocket for his keys. The enormous erection he had from watching Julie all day made it difficult to free the key ring. He gave his rod a friendly tug, as if to say, "Don't worry, I'll jerk you off when we get home."
Steve opened the car door and tossed his bag in the back seat. He was about to get in when he felt two arms clasp around his waist.
"Steveeeeee…buddy, pal, sexiest guy on the planet," Julie said jovially, maneuvering in front of him, still clad in her Christmas attire. She shivered and pressed against Steve's chest, shielding herself from the wind. He could feel her warmth through his clothes and wondered if she could feel his now jumping cock. "My fucking car won't start," she continued. "Could you give me a lift home?"
"Sure," Steve managed to blurt out, feeling his dick twitch in his jeans. Julie kissed his cheek softly and scurried over to the passenger's side of the car.
