Barely

Pulling into the parking lot, Vyki is amazed at how grungy the building looks in bright, mid-day sunlight, but it is typical for structures in the immediate industrial area. Finding a spot near the door, she is surprised at how few there are. However, she knows its still very early, and she probably didn’t have to push it as much as she did. She wanted to blame it on driving in heels, but she knew it was probably more her typical leadfoot, even if she did slam to a stop a bit harder than she meant to a few times.

Regardless, she was here now. As she thought about the last time she came here with Molly, she shifted in her seat nervously; surprising herself how familiar the training aid felt even after almost 2 months without one. She dreaded the thought of getting out in the broad daylight dressed as she was, but the only other alternative was sitting in the care in broad daylight or worse... give up. She couldn’t do that to the charity.

With a big sigh, she hoped out of the car with her purse and sashayed to the club. She could feel the crisp air on her legs, but was glad that the form kept her upper body insulated for the most part. Reaching for the door, she steeled herself for one last moment and stepped inside.

Upon hearing the front door open, Heather announced anxiously from her office as she made her way up front, “we’ll be starting soon just getting the last few thing.....” Stepping into the entry way she halted immediately upon seeing the dress she knew she ordered, and was pleasant surprised with its inhabitant and her efforts. She was so afraid Vyki wouldn’t come through like her lazy ass brother Paul, but she was so glad to see its not family trait and she was amazed at how much effort she put into the look she was absolutely ravishing in her statuesque form.

Vyki looked concerned at Miss H’s big eyes and shocked expression. She was afraid something was wrong with her dress or screwed up her makeup. But as soon as the shorter woman came waddling quickly too her, Vyki was her own shock as the woman wrapped her arms around her as she plastered her head at the nap of your neck, “you made it!!!”

Heather had been so precise about planning setting up this fund raiser for the charity she was sure it was going to be a winner but over the past three days with her Mrs. Claus getting sick, her photographer's issues, the looming audit, and everything else she sure it was all going to blow up in her face. However, seeing this fiery angel here before her felt almost like everything was going to come up roses.

Heather finally pulled back and held Vyki up, “I know they said no touching and I’m sorry to intrude like that, but I hope you’ll forgive me. You have no idea what this means to me. I was so afraid after all the misunderstandings from last time that you would hold a grudge, but when my other options ran out and I threw that Hail Mary to Molly that you might be in town, it was a like the stars aligning to find out you would be in town for the holidays!! Thank you so much for being so close to your family! Here, let me put your purse away for you.”

Heather continued to ramble on without a break to even let Vyki say hello as she placed Vyki’s purse in the office while holding her hand and then guiding Vyki to the back, “and thank you so much for putting such effort into your hair and make-up. I don’t know if you’re just always so elegant, but I had this fear you’d show up with bed head or something, but I can see you really are nothing like your brother. I know you have a natural beauty but the skill and artwork you’ve added just really makes you look ravishing. And that dress!! Oh my god! You just totally make that look hot! Oh can I get a twirl?” She asks as she stops them in front of a table of papers.

“Sure,” Vyki says just flabbergasted by the whole experience of being gushed over and praised yet unknowingly insulted to her face at the same moment.

Seeing the woman spin around, Heather is almost disappointed that she chose to include those briefs, but she knew Vyki was much taller than the original intended wearer and the peak at her plump bottom covered in tight black spandex made it obvious how much taller she was.

“Good girl!” Heather gushed illiciting a vibration in Vyki’s crotch as she held in a moan. “Absolutely stunning, deary! You look gorgeous! I would kill for legs as sexy as that,” she noted of her long, smooth, tan, legs barely disappeared up her skirt.

Vyki was visibly blushing by this point, ‘I gotta remember to shut off the audio activation,’ she thought to herself. She was looking down demurely when Miss H blurted out, “oh! We don’t have much time, so let me show what your task will be,” guiding her around the back of the table.

“K,” Heather started, “besides just looking absolutely gorgeous and disarming, your job is to greet them and let them know the process. Essentially for the standard photo session (about 2 minutes) we’re asking for a $20 donation. They’ll be around the corner in our Northern deLights room and will have private time with Santa and the kink-friendly photographer, so they can take some special pictures the mall Santas would never agree to. Don’t advertise this, but if they ask, they can request additional time in 2-minute blocks up to 10 minutes; we aren’t doing any deep sessions taking up time from everyone else. “

Vyki knows she shouldn’t be surprised, but she really thought was just going to be shots with Santa. Now feels like she’s almost pimping out someone. ‘For a good cause,’ she keeps telling herself. She was sure it was just going to be kinky positions or play action looks but everyone would be keeping their close on and no intimate contacts..... ‘surely?’ she tried to assure herself again. “Okay,” Vyki replied letting her know she was listening.

“Then what I need you to do is get their name and contact number or e-mail address & put it on one of these slips with a barcode and how long they’re asking for. Then set a timer for their session,” Miss H says indicating the pile of paper and timers with clips. “Once the timer for the previous session goes off, check that they’re done in there & if not, let them know the time is up. Once the room is ready, let the next pledge in & start their timer.”

“Room is ready?” Vyki asked concerned.

“Oh, just make sure they’re not actively doing something,” Heather said, “no clean up or anything. In fact, let’s go see it now!” she continued excitedly grasping Vyki’s wrist as Vyki minced quickly behind her trying to keep up.

Opening the doors to what Vyki was sure was normally one of the dungeon rooms, Miss H showed off the setup with flair. “Welcome to the Northern deLights,” she said with much flair. The room was cut in half with a large back drop that mimicked the Nothern Lights with white fluffs at the bottom. Much of the ground in back was covered in fluffy white matting with a very prominent tree to the left adorned with lights and kinky looking ornaments as well as wrapped presents beneath it. Off to one side is a spanking bench with a rack further behind it, but adorned with large red bows. In the middle of the area is a very elaborate looking throne with a St Andrews cross behind it where a man dressed in a Santa Suit was bent over wrapping some lights around it. In front of that is a several light stands with an SLR camera setup with the apparent photographer fiddling with the camera. Off to the far side behind the camera is a table with a couple of computers setup with the supporting equipment including external drives, USB hubs, and various battery packs. Behind the table is a diminutive figure apparently organizing equipment.

“That’s Imran behind the camera there; he’s photographer who’s volunteered his time to help us out,” Miss H instructs pointing at the gentlemen in front. He briefly looks up from his camera glancing at the two him and gives a quick nod before returning to something on his equipment. Miss H walks over to the table, “and this is his lovely assistant Regina. She was good enough to setup this tech solution to allows to give out these thumb drives rather than have to mess with printing photos.”

Hearing her name, the young lady looks up from her boxes to see Miss Heather standing there probably to make some unreasonable demand again and turns around to stand up and face her directly. However, when she sees the figure standing next to her, Regina freezes.

Vyki sees the girl’s singular revealed eye opened wide in shock as her mouth stands agape while her straight black hair covers up half her face appearing shocked and hidden all at once. Her simple black T-shirt with the black & grey flannel shirt with black jeans & boots loudly advertises she would prefer to be hidden. Sensing her discomfort, Vyki tries to smile politely at her and reach her hand out in greeting, “Hi, I’m Vyki. Looks like I’ll be out front for this thing.”

Vyki held her hand out there but seeing no movement for an uncomfortable time, she slowly brought her hand back before breaking her smile long enough to say, “okay,” grasped her other hand in front of her.

“Right,” Heather continued after toe awkward moment, “when the pledge comes in here, they’ll hand their slip of paper on it and she scan in the info you put on it and tie it to their USB drive and then bring it out to me when they’re done and I’ll give it to the pledge in the waiting area.” Seeing no acknowledgement again from Regina, Heather tries to make sure she isn’t broken. “You’ll bring it me, right, Regina?”

Regina nods her head briefly before dropping her head slightly as her eyes dart around.

“Yes, well, off to say hello to our final member,” Heather says gesturing Vyki towards the throne area.

Seeing the red head walking away, Regina feels it's her last chance and blurts out, “Regina!”

Everyone stops and turns to her, as she meekly says, “I...I’m Regina. Hi.”

While looking over her shoulder, Vyki smiles back waves lightly as she says, “hi, Regina. Good to meet you.” Before turning to head back towards Santa.

Seeing her turn away, Regina drops into her chair trying to bury her head in the table, hoping the floor would open up and just swallow her whole as she sees the duo turn away.

“And over there fiddling with the strand of lights I told him to do yesterday is your husband for the day,” Heather says as they walk up to the main in the big red suit.

Vyki looks at Miss H in shock at the term ‘husband’ wondering what the hell she’s expecting.

As the man stands up and turns around, Heather says, “I believe you know our Saint Nick,”

Turning back to look at the man with his beard hanging below his chin, Vyki instantly recognized the man Paul has known for years.