As he changed into the Santa suit, Mark was not a happy man. He had only been working as finance manager for the management company that owned the large mall for six months. He had gotten the job right out of university and was working on his certification to become a chartered accountant. Then this morning, John, his boss, had come to him all in a panic. The fellow who worked as the mall Santa had been in a car accident the previous evening and they could not get a replacement for two days. They needed someone to fill in and Mark was the only man who worked in the office that might fit the costume. Although he really did not want to do it, John had almost begged him and told him there would be a nice bonus in it for him, so he had accepted. Now as he was dressing, he had second thoughts, but it was too late and he just had to suck it up and do his best. Before leaving the dressing room Mark checked himself in the mirror and thought, well, at least I look the part.
When he exited the dressing room, he found his elf waiting. The elf's name was Jenny and she was a second year university student who had taken the job over her Christmas break to make some extra money. Mark had not really paid much attention to her before, but today he had a good look. She had a round, happy face with big green eyes and a curvy body that filled out the elf costume nicely. Her full breasts seemed to be straining against the green material.
"So Santa, are you ready for the onslaught of kids?"
"I guess as ready as I ever will be, so what is the routine?"
"Well, they come to me first, I ask if they want a photo and if they do I take the information to send it to them. Then I usher them to you, so that they can have a one on one with Santa."
"Are there ever any problems?"
"Most are with a parent or grandparent and are usually just excited to see Santa and tell him what they want for Christmas, but occasionally we get a screamer who really doesn't want to be there, but Mom wants a photo."
'Sorta like the one kid who screamed in that movie, A Christmas Story?"
"Exactly, and just be careful if they aren't cooperating, you might end up with your beard being pulled off."
"Ok, it is almost 11:00 and time for Santa's Workshop to open."
Together they headed down into the mall to where the Santa Workshop was set up. As they approached, they saw that there was a short lineup already and Mark quickly got into the spirit, "Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas kids, Santa will see you in just a minute."
Jenny opened the gate and Mark settled himself into the big chair. He took a deep breath and then said to Jenny, "I'm ready when you are, let the fun begin."
"Good luck Santa, oh and by the way, I forgot to mention, some of the moms like sitting on Santa's lap too for the photo." With that she gave him a wink and headed to the gate to let the first customers in.
Things went really smoothly and Mark was surprised when Jenny closed the gate and told him that it was break time, 1:00 pm. As they walked to the staff room upstairs, Jenny told him that he was doing a great job and that she had gotten lots of compliments from the parents.
"You are a natural Mark, and it was nice to see you got a little treat this morning with that ginger mom."
"What do you mean?" Mark replied feigning innocence.
"Oh come on, I saw you checking out her boobs when she wiggled her bum on your lap they were right in your face. George the regular Santa would have had a real boner from that."
Mark smiled at Jenny's fairly explicit comment, but said nothing.
"You know," she continued, "George has told me he has gotten propositioned by more than one mom or grandma."
"Really, wow! I guess some women are turned on by men in uniform. Did he ever take any up on their offers?"
"I can't be sure, but there was one that came back for a second photo and there was lots of laughing, so maybe."
Mark said nothing but filed the information away. Maybe this Santa gig had benefits he had never thought of. They both laughed and entered the break room where Mark was able to take off the beard and enjoy some coffee and the sandwich he had brought today. He found out that Jenny had a boyfriend, but that they were having some issues which really pissed her off. Mark told her that he had not had a steady girlfriend since his first year in university.
"So you've been celibate for several years?" she said with a twinkle in her eye.
"Not really, just nothing steady."
"Damn, break time is over, come on Santa, back to the fray!"
The afternoon was pretty uneventful until it was just about time for their second break at 4:00. A tall, elegantly dressed woman arrived at the front of the line by herself. As Jenny brought her to Santa, she gave him a smile and a wink. The lady sat on Mark's lap and said, "You probably think me crazy, but every year I get a photo with Santa, it is a tradition. I've been doing it for forty seven years, since I was two. Even after my kids were past wanting to come I couldn't resist. I love Christmas and seeing Santa always gets me in the spirit of the season."
"No you are not crazy, everyone should get to be a kid at Christmas time."
"My thoughts exactly." she replied as she sat down on his leg. And while arranging herself for the photo, her one hand brushed against the front of his pants, adding to his growing erection.
Mark made sure to have a good look at her. From what she had said, she must be almost fifty, but if she had not said anything, he would have placed her as around thirty five. She was well dressed, had a nice slim figure and a very beautiful face. She wore red lipstick and his nostrils caught the soft floral scent of her subtle perfume.
"Smile for the camera." he said putting his arm around her waist and resting his hand on her hip. As he did, she gave a little wiggle of her bottom and broke into a dazzling smile.
The photo taken, she got up, again letting her hand quickly brush over the hardness in his trousers, and then as she stood she reached into her purse and took out a small envelope. "Almost forgot, my letter to Santa."
