Candy meets Santa!

In the middle of the mall was a large rotunda area that housed the food court and served as the crossroads for the four wings of the mall. The center of the rotunda was reserved for special events and at the moment, was closed in with candy cane striped fencing, decorated as Santa's village, complete with Christmas trees, a throne for Santa and a small building, dressed up as a gingerbread house, big enough for Santa and the elves to have privacy on their breaks.

As Toby led Candy up to Santa's village, they could see that a long line had already formed, filled with impatient children, and their harried parents, waiting to see the man in red. More than a few of the fathers in line craned their necks to get a better look at Candy in her skin-tight elf costume as she skirted along the edge of the area. Toby showed the sexy new elf to a small gate to the rear of the gingerbread house marked "Santa and Elves Only!" and unlatched it for her.

"Santa is already here, waiting inside the house. Go on up and you can enter through the rear door. Other than that, the job is pretty simple. Smile, handout candy canes, keep the kids entertained and keep an eye out for ones with wet pants. We don't need Santa smelling like urine!" He gave Candy another friendly smile and motioned for her to go to the gingerbread house. As she passed him and stepped up the artificial hill, covered in cottony-fake snow, he caught a quick glimpse of the tear in the rear of her leggings and turned pale again, but before he could tell her, Candy was already entering the house.

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Inside the gingerbread shack, Santa was taking a quick sip from his flask when the rear door opened. Keeping in character, the snowy-bearded man in red gave out a hearty "Ho-ho--" before Candy entered, but as the blond MILF entered, ducked down slightly for the low doorway, a "--holy shit!" slipped past his lips, though significantly quieter that the first part.

Once inside, Candy had enough headroom to stand up straight, giving Santa gleeful smile and a playful salute. "And Ho-ho-ho to you too, Santa! I'm Candy, your helper elf for the day!"

Santa was mostly retired, only playing the jolly old elf as a part-time job, but not so old that the sight of Candy in her skin-tight elf costume didn't rekindle a fire in his yule log. He scanned his new helper up and down with a wide grin and even wider eyes as he peered over his spectacles, taking note of her gorgeous long legs and unbelievably huge rack. "Well, Candy," he chuckled as he held out his gloved hand to her, "I'm sure that you'll be the best elf I've ever had! You certainly make that elf costume look quite merry!" He shook her hand vigorously, paying special attention to her bust wobbling in her top.

Candy smiled even wider at the compliment and did a little curtsy, lifting the sides of her tutu as she did. "I'm glad you like it, Santa. I hope the kiddies outside do, too! There's a long line of them just waiting to sit on your lap!"

"Maybe you'll get a turn on my lap, as well," Santa said with a deep laugh and a sly grin. "I know you're on the nice list. Aren't you, Candy?"

"Oh, I hope so! I don't know why I wouldn't be," she said as she tried to think of anything naughty she might have done during the year.

"Of course not! Of course not! Now, all the children are waiting for us, so we should get out there," he said as he got up from his wooden chair, pausing before he reached the front door. "If you don't mind me saying, Candy, there is one thing that's a little off with your costume." He held up a finger and then pulled it back, as though he were rethinking telling her what it was.

Concerned, Candy glanced down at her outfit, though there wasn't much she could see past the shelf her huge breasts. "Oh! Tell me, Santa! I want to really look like an authentic elf! You know, to make the children's Santa visit perfect! What's wrong with it?"

Santa chuckled again and gave his head a small shake. "Well, I hesitate to tell you in case you were offended, but..." The old man put his finger to his lips as he thought of the best way to say it. "The elves at the North Pole? The tend not to be as... well-rounded as yourself, but I've never seen one that wearing a bra. Your top is so tight, I can see the outline of your bra through the material." Then he gave a shrug and waved his hand, "Not that it's a big thing, but some might notice..."

Glancing down, she realized the the outline of her bra was quite visible under her top and she gave her lip a nervous nibble. "You really think I'd be better without it?" she asked as she looked to Santa with her big blue eyes.

"Oh, most definitely! It'd be the last touch you need to make your costume perfect!" He saw the hesitancy in her eyes and held up his hands in front of him. "I'll tell you what. How about, I'll turn around so you can have some privacy and you can slip it off before we go see the children. Does that sound good?"

Giving her lip another nibble, Candy nodded and reached around her back to unsnap her bra as she watched Santa turn his back to her. "It'll take just a second," she said as she realized that the top was too tight for her to slip her bra off with out taking off the top. Making sure Santa was still facing away from her, the gorgeous blond peeled the top up past her mammoth melons and then slipped her arms out of the top, leaving it to hang around her neck like a scarf wrap. With a well practiced movement, she slipped her straps from her shoulder and her bra fell off, revealing the creamy perfect mounds, each capped by a thick pink nipple.

Santa stared at the far wall, or more accurately, at the window on the wall. Fake frost had been sprayed on the outside of the windows to keep anyone from peeking into the shack, but Santa and the elves could see out. The unpainted inner-windows also were quite clean and reflective, giving the jolly old elf a faint view of the magnificent breasts that were now exposed to the air, just a few feet behind him. "No hurry, Candy" he said with a soft chuckle.

Candy set her bra on the small table by the wall, the jinglebell that was sewn between the two red-and-green striped bra cups giving a faint jingle as it hit the table. With another struggle, she pulled her green top back down, stretching it down past her heavy rack until her breasts were covered, but most of her midriff was still exposed. Smoothing it out and adjusting her tutu, she let Santa know she was ready.

"Oh my," Santa said he turned back to face her, her gaze immediately drawn to the fat nubs of her nipples visibly pressing out against the stretchy material. "Why that's...Mmmmph.." Santa took another deep breath as he took her all in and then nodded, adding, "absolutely perfect, Candy! Now let's go put some smiles on those children's faces!" He turned and opened the door to the throne area and motioned for Candy to go through the door.