I had told the group of guys I had advised when I worked at the college that "Santa is a chick magnet." As with all the other good advice, they never listened to me. So after I retired and still played Santa for the local preschool I went to one of the sororities for some elves to assist me in my holiday visit.
It went well, and by well, I mean that the parents were thrilled, most of the kids weren't scared and I didn't get peed on at all. After a few cookies and a couple of off key renditions of Christmas and Hannukah songs the three able assistants and Santa took off to return to campus in our car discreetly parked out of sight of the school. I love the looks from the other cars as we drive down the road, Santa and his elves. Classic.
I asked if they had all been good elves which got them giggling and telling a few stories on each other "Deb has been VERY good this year, or at least that is what her boyfriend says" offered one. Another chimed in "I've been just naughty enough, Santa." Ah, youth!
We pulled in by their house and I expected to just drop them off, but they invited me in to meet the rest of the chapter. It only took a little begging to get me to agree to come in. Okay, no begging at all. Once inside I found that they had planned a Christmas themed happy hour and it seemed that they had started well before we had arrived. I guess we had some catching up to do.
I sat in a chair in the middle of their living room and they all took turns sitting on my lap getting pictures with Santa. But it seemed to get a little more fun with every round of punch the girls consumed. The kisses on the cheek got longer, they wiggle on my lap a little more, the clothes a little less. Or perhaps it was my imagination.
I asked one young woman what she wanted for Christmas and she replied "Multiple orgasms, Santa!" Which set everyone laughing, and especially when I added "Tell me about it - you know Santa only comes once a year!" That seemed to break the ice a bit and the women began to confess just how bad they had been to Santa. Actually they began to tell me how bad the other women had been until a group of three brought one of the group up to me and said "Santa, we think Jaime has been the worst of all of us and deserves to be punished." At least that was what I could make out of what they said between giggles. I invited Jaime to have a seat and to tell me how naughty she had been. "Well Santa," she began, and then she whispered in my ear "It's not that I have been bad, it is more how bad I would like to be. With you." She turned and looked at her three friends and smiled, and they doubled over in hysterics.