They’re not busy enough

Vyki looks at the phone wavy in Miss H’s hand trying to figure out how she found out she was using the phone, but she was sure it hadn’t interfered with anything. Miss H couldn’t possibly be upset with her, could she?

“We’ve had less than a dozen people come through and its been over an hour since I opened the doors,” Miss H says frustrated, “and while they’ve all been enjoyed being able to be ‘adult’ or ‘kinky’ with Santa, the Mrs. Claus repeatedly comes up in the discharge area.”

Vyki is sure that stupid skank sad something nasty about her. Or did that stupid lady think she was being offensive and just wearing a costume collar?!? Did some bitch rat out her using the phone??? She knew she should try to cover somehow and soften the blow. Timidly she started, “I’m sorry, Miss H,...”

“girl,” Miss H interrupts here, “these keep telling me about the lovely Mrs. Claus slut up front, and how much of an added surprise she was. And I realized I missing out on the basic appeal to everyone: temptation!”

Vyki looks at her still not getting where this is going, “I’m sorry, Miss H?”

“Look, I know your Daddy said no pictures and I totally get & honor that. Molly mentioned that you had a professional career that wouldn’t handle it well if one of them ever got out and I totally get that,” Heather explained with a heavy sigh, “as much as our society progresses, they just can’t get past archaic puritan ideals and consider that consenting adults might do adult things, but whatever.”

Vyki was totally lost with what Miss H was after and just nodded her head.

Heather could see she was going to have to spell it out for the vapid girl, “I would like to let people know we have a sexy Mrs. Claus here by teasing a photo of you on our socials.” Seeing the girl’s eyes go wide, Heather quickly continued, “now, it wouldn’t have your face or anything but just show your girls and such to tease and tempt people into here.”

Vyki was a little taken back by that and stammered, “I ... I don’t...”

“Don’t worry, no one would be able to tell it's you, and we’ll only reference having their picture taken with Santa. Pictures with you are still strictly off limits." Heather stood there anxiously before continuing, “I could ask your Daddy for a reprieve, but...”

“I’ll do it,” Vyki says in a panic as the idea of Miss H reaching out to her Daddy was scary but was even more energized as another vibration sequence had kicked off while she fought to contain the moan.

Heather pulls back a bit almost offended, “you’ll take the picture against your Daddy’s directive violating his trust, or you’ll ‘do it’ as in reach out to your Daddy for a permission to break a rule?”

Vyki realized this was clearly a test from Miss H. Even though her collaring was fictional, she was well aware of how it should work. “Well, Daddy & I have a protocol. If I run into a situation that I feel justifies adjusting my directives, it's my duty to reach out and plead the case & wait for his ruling. Until then, unless life is threatened, the rule stays,” Vyki said proudly getting through her false diatribe.

“Very good,” Heather says handing the phone to Vyki. “Work your magic, baby girl, and get your Daddy to let me share that hot bod on the gram to get some people in here and lets get those donations up!”

"Oh, uh, right. Of course, Miss H,” said in a near panic as she opened up a mail message just to send Paul an e-mail, so it looked like she was typing a text.

“Can’t you call him?” Heather pleaded with the girl. “This is really important. If we don’t get enough donations in here today, it’s likely we won’t get anywhere near the goal. And this isn’t a big charity; if we don’t make it, it's likely the charity won’t survive. Not to put too fine of point on it, but I’m banking on the fact your sexy MILF body in that hot little dress will save this charity. So, tits up and sweet talk that Daddy into letting you help out, girly!”

Vyki felt a little overwhelmed that Miss H was putting so much credit in her look. While feeling complimented, she also felt like it was a lot of weight. Regardless, she nervously replied, “k,” as she typed up a message essentially to herself.

“Can you not call him?” Heather asked somewhat incredulously. “This is kind of important.”

Vyki quickly scanned her head for an answer, “he’s on a site where he can’t take personal calls unless its an emergency.” Vyki explained as she typed with her thumbs, “and he clearly stated ambulance, fire, police, or military should be involved for it to be that big of an emergency,” reusing one of Paul’s favorite phrases.

“Message sent, Miss H,” Vyki says with a grin hoping the lady will walk away while she waits for a reply.

“Good,” Miss H replies as she turns to go back to her desk. However, she stops in her track as she hears a ding come from the girly’s phone. “Answered already?”

Vyki looked at her phone nervously until she realized it was just the ping notifying her she received an e-mail. However, to see that anticipatory pleading look on Miss H’s normally severe or harsh face, Vyki felt pity for her. In a moment of weakness, Vyki felt sorry and gleefully replied, “yup! And he says it's alright.”

“Really??” Heather asks excitedly. “He said we can take a picture of you?”

“Yes,” Vyki confirmed as she tried to toss in last minute stipulations, “just can’t show my face or distinguishing marks, only me, and nothing overtly sexual.”

“Sure! Great!” Heather gushed even if she was unsure how that dress could not overtly scream FUCK ME. “Let me go get your purse and we can fix up your makeup and get a few shots in before someone shows up,” Heather continued as she practically ran up to her office.

Vyki felt a sense of contentment as she realized she was going to be able to help someone help. However, the idea of her female form hitting the dungeon’s social media was suddenly daunting. Even if her face isn’t visible, its still her posing as a woman using the fake tits and vagina. The entire Internet is possible to see it; surely someone will figure it out! And why is she wanting her to fix her makeup if its not going to include her face?!? Is one of her seems showing?? Vyki started frantically trying to look over her body making sure the shoulders are up, feeling around her neck.

As Vyki was pressing on her chest to see if she could see something wrong with her boots or legs, Miss H came back around the corner with her purse. “Oh, sweety,” Heather said, “your tits are beautiful, don’t worry about them,” while handing the bag to the girl. “Touch up your lipstick, and I’ll situate your dress.”

“Thank you, Miss H,” Vyki says reflexively taking the purse and starts looking through it for her lipstick and compact. Looking in her compact she can see some light ware, but was concerned why Miss H was incessant about this. “Um, Miss H, why did I need to fix my lipstick if my face isn’t going to be in the picture?”

“Oh, it won’t sweetie,” as Heather tugged and pulled on her dress. She was impressed by the skill of whatever surgeon did her tits as they looked great, but whatever they did to fill them made them feel truly artificial. Still, she couldn’t argue with the visualization. “Uh, no, I just figured a girly girl like you would never stand in front of a camera without having her makeup immaculate.”

Not wanting to mess up what Katie had done for her with her relatively novice skills, Vyki made light token gestures to keep up appearances after filling in her lips with the lip gloss. “Oh, uh, thank you, Miss H.”

Heather could sense the apprehension in Vyki’s voice and misjudged it. “Oh, don’t worry girl! I don’t think you’re vain! I just know it's what society places on a woman of your stature and you’ve lived it for so long it's just part of who you are now. Don’t get me wrong; the effect is wonderful, but I’m sure you’re beautiful without the paint and spackle!”

Vyki rolled her eyes knowing Miss H had seen her without makeup and thought something totally different and was not about to let on with that.

Noticing Vyki was done, Heather announced, “Great! Leave that all here and come with me.”

“Yes, Miss H,” Vyki said quickly following behind Miss H trying to ignore the most recent wave beneath her skirt.

Walking into the room, Vyki noted they had already cleared out a space against the light blue backdrop and re-positioned the camera to avoid other items. “Stand right over there, deary,” Miss H indicated the open spot. “Yes, Miss H,” Vyki says sashaying to the spot, her boots echoing over the walls of the dungeon room turned studio causing all the inhabitants to stop what they’re doing and turn to watch her.

Imran noted the colors contrast nicely to the backdrop and her skin would go well against. He was especial captivated by the blue her eyes seem to reflect from the backdrop.

As Bill looked up from his table of implements organizing them after their earlier uses, he identifies the gait he spent months watching evolve. He had to struggle to see his paramour’s face behind her makeup and highlights. Feeling the uncomfortable growth in his boxers, he was pleasantly distracted by a clunking of noise to the side.

The room’s attention was briefly moved to the clattering of poles as Regina tripped over a cord into a lighting as she tried to move from behind her computer and table to stand next to Imran ‘in case he needed anything,’ she told herself. However, realizing she was now the focus of everyone in the room, she muttered a "sorry” and returned to the comfortable concealment of her laptop only adjusting the screen after everyone forgot about her so she had a better line of site of the shot.

“So, um, stand about here?” Vyki asks Imran suddenly feeling nervous under the direct lights and a few shadowy figures facing her direction.

“Yes, that should work,” Imran instructed. “Now, stand up straight, cross one foot in front of the other and smile.”

Vyki threw her shoulders back and then placed her right foot in front of her left. Tossing her head side to side to get her hair behind her shoulders, she then smiled at the camera.

“Heather, would you be a dear and straighten her skirt and hair,” Imran said.

“Right,” Heather said as she went in and pulled the skirt a little getting some wrinkles and kink that had developed in it. Then reaching up she brushed back Vyki’s red strands, gently placing the sections neatly behind her to give her that slightly casual or windblown look. As she did, she heard the light whimper as the girl opened her lips just a touch and panted briefly.

Vyki felt the vibration schedule run over her yet again. Here she was standing in these lights with all these eyes on her and her own pattern design is massaging her rod while they stared at her with.... She was having problems placing it. Down at Miss H, aiming over at the shadow of Imran, piercing through the darkness to the glow illuminating the young Regina, even the occasional glance of Sir Bill’s eyes above his puffy beard. That look was over and over again, all staring at her, the people that were walking in had it too when they walked up. Their eyes wider, more intense over and over again. Did they make her? Were they feeling uneasy by her look and unable to know why?

Vyki’s cycle reached max intensity, and her eyes widened as the realization washed over her right as the motors began ramping down and a small whimper escaped her lips as she tried to catch her breath. She had seen that look dozens if not hundreds of times over the years never really at her, but most notably when Paul’s pride swelled as he walked into a room with sexily clad or even nude Molly on his arm if not his leash: lust. Paul always knew that is men, and even women, wanting something they couldn’t have, desiring what he controlled, and suddenly Vyki realized it was behind ever eye that looked at her right now.

“Good girl,” Miss H whispered from next to Vyki, “stand pretty for the room and bask in all their attention. Play up to their fantasy of the sexy slut they could only dream of seeing and enjoy the rush of all this attention.” Heather continued to egg on the exhibitionist she was sure she had pinpointed from Vyki’s first night here in that transparent dress that hid nothing. “Smile for the camera and enjoy its exposure.”

Vyki tried to hold the smile and push down the growing anxiety as her heart pounded right as the room was bathed in a pulse of light.

“Great,” said Imran, “now put your hands on your hips?”

Vyki replied as an automaton just hoping if she does this it will be over soon. Quickly cursing herself for ever agreeing to come in her, or even dress up again.

Flash assaults the room again, and Imran follows with more directions about where to put her arms and hands. Over and over, Vyki moves as if she’s his marionette so many times the vibrations kick in again. Until finally he says, “no use your hands to cup your breasts and lift them up.” Vyki had placed her hands under the orbs when she heard, “Enough!”

Heather had felt Imran had gotten enough and was probably pushing the line at this point. “Imran, I think we can work with what we got. She’s done.” Turning back to Regina she asks, “you have something we can post with?” Not hearing any reaction or response, she shouts out again, “Regina?!?”

Being snapped out of her daydream fantasy as her screen was adorned with photo after photo of the sexy Mrs. Claus, Regina nearly stumbled out of her chair, “uh, ya, I think this will work.”

“Let me see,” Heather says as she walks over to behind the table as Regina continues to frantically move her mouse and type. “Vyki dear, come take a look and make sure you’re okay with how she edited it.”

“Yes, Miss H,” Vyki responds happy to get out from under the lights and quickly shuffles over to the table. “I’m sure as long as you can’t make out my face it will be fine.”

Heather finally moves close enough to see the picture and post, “oh, that is perfect! Definitely ready to post.”

About that time, it finally hits Vyki this isn’t going to be shared just with the dungeon or whomever, this is about to be published on the entire web via vanilla social networks. The phrase ‘the Internet is forever’ flashes through her mind as she stumbles the last few steps before bracing herself on Regina’s chair. Looking up at the screen, she sees the post set to go out:

Merry Christmas one and all! Looking for that last minute present for the special kinkster in your life? Come by the club for our open house and Norther deLights experience to get your own kinky photo with the big man himself: Santa! All photos discreetly transferred to you via dedicated special edition thumb drive to make the perfect give for that special Domme Mommy, Big ol’ Bear, or Debonair Daddy in your life! All proceeds benefit local charity. Hurry and get here soon as the doors will close at 8p for our man to make his runs. Our eager hostess is waiting for you to cum: