Sitting on Santa's lap

"Got a present for me, there?" Ricky asked as Mackenzie approached him.

"Walt says to keep this in your lap and do the Santa thing," she said coldly.

"Hmm, I'd much rather have you in my lap instead..." the man said.

"AS IF!" she shouted in disgust, thrusting the elf doll towards him. But she drew it back barely a moment later. The small animatronic had somehow gotten itself tangled up in her dress.

"What the heck..." Mackenzie muttered as she tried to pull it free. There was a soft disconcerting ripping sound, which made her stop. It seemed these elf costumes were even flimsier than she'd suspected. "Walt, it's stuck on my dress or something."

"Fine!" Walt whispered beside her, "Then just sit on his lap with it for a minute."

"What!?" Mackenzie whispered.

"Just sit do it," Walt insisted.

Mackenzie inwardly groaned but did so, gently placing the strange doll on her own lap. It disgusted her that she was doing it, but she was now sitting on Ricky's lap!

"Ho ho ho!" Ricky laughed, doing a decent Santa impression. "What would you like for Christmas my dear?"

Even as he was speaking, Mackenzie felt his left hand stealthily make its way from the chair's armrest down to her own hip. Then, as Ricky grabbed Mackenzie's ass, the redhead stiffened in surprise and just barely managed to stifle a shout.

"It's okay!" Ricky said, "No need to be nervous little one. Let's not get tense now!"

Mackenzie gritted her teeth and waited for her boss to give her the sign that she could get off Ricky's lap.

"That's better!" Ricky said with a deep laugh. "We'll just stay niiice and relaxed now and no one will get upset!"

Ricky squeezed her ass tighter and Mackenzie had to physically stop herself from whirling around and punching the perv in the face. He had Mackenzie right where he wanted her. As long as he kept his actions surreptitious, Mackenzie would have little choice but to play along unless she risked her costume being ripped by the doll again!