Not if Ricky has anything to say about it

As several minutes of handling the spasmatic doll, all with Mackenzie (barely) maintaining her dignity, Ricky began to get frustrated. He'd already gotten the redhead this close to being naked, and he didn't want to stop here. As he glanced towards the staff hut, Ricky noticed Walt returning with a box in his hands. Ricky hustled over to him, trying to catch his boss before he noticed Mackenzie's current attire.

"I found an old backup dress for Mackenzie, but it's our last one." he said, "Plus some extra decorations she can hang. I don't want her anywhere near the Santa chair for the rest of this shift."

"Are you sure?" Ricky asked, gesturing to the growing crowd standing nearby Santa's Village. "Might be good for business..."

"Not the kind of business we want, Ricky!" Walt retorted.

"Hey, easy there." Ricky said soothingly. "You alright?"

"I'm a little stressed." Walt admitted, "This day has been an absolute nightmare so far."

"Why don't you go take your lunch break?" Ricky suggested, gently steering Walt away from the bottomless woman in the Santa chair. "Olivia can do photos while I'm in the chair. And Mackenzie can go decorate once she gets dressed, farrrr away from the crowd."

"That... could work." Walt said as he mulled it over, "Actually, that sounds great. Thanks, Ricky! I'll be back in 30." He handed Ricky the box and headed towards the fence's back gate, never noticing the nearly naked woman sitting in Santa's chair.

Ricky smiled devilishly. This was just the chance he needed! He hid the dress in the staff hut and quickly examined the decorations in the box. Christmas lights, ornaments, tinsel, and even a star were inside. He could work with these...

Mackenzie, meanwhile, was wondering where the hell her boss was. Ideally, Walt would return with a spare outfit. But at the very least, having him back would surely get her out of the chair in her barely decent state. Her hopes fell when she saw Ricky emerging from the staff hut, with Walt nowhere in sight. At least she had gotten free from his lecherous clutches. If he tried anything like that again, Mackenzie resolved she'd just quit on the spot. Ricky carried a box over to the camera and began fiddling with a string of colorful lights. Mackenzie wasn't sure what he was up to, but if he wasn't bothering her she wasn't going to complain.

Then, Mackenzie saw Ricky approaching her. Her adrenaline spiked and she got ready to go on the defensive.

"Easy there, sweet cheeks." he said. "I'll take over in the chair, but Walt wants you to hang up those decorations."

Relief spread through Mackenzie's mind. She would gladly get the hell away from the crowd's eye as much as possible. "Did Walt find a spare outfit for me?" she asked, hopefully.

"Not yet, but he's still looking." Ricky said.

Mackenzie's heart sank. So under the open Santa jacket she was still stuck with a barely passable top and nothing to actually wear for bottoms. With a renewed blush, Mackenzie stood up, making sure to clutch her elf hat in front of her womanhood. She took a step forward, heading for the box of decorations.

"Oh and one more thing." Ricky said, as he grabbed the back of Mackenzie's red jacket. "I need the jacket back."

Before Mackenzie could react, Ricky yanked the jacket backwards as hard as he could. It jerked Mackenzie's arms back as it slid down to a heap around her wrists, which were currently behind her back. As the elf hat fell to the ground, the awaiting crowd let out a small cheer at the sight of Mackenzie's pussy once again. The flabbergasted beauty tumbled backwards, roughly landing back in the Santa chair again. Her flimsy knotted "bandeau" came loose and slipped off her body entirely. Her beautiful breasts bounced into view, prompting a louder cheer from her adoring audience.

Her heart racing and her face blushing a deep crimson, the exposed redhead panicked and began frantically trying to pull her hands free from the bundled jacket around her wrists. It took Mackenzie longer than it should have, thanks to her frazzled nerves. This gave the gathered crowd plenty of time to take photos of their own of the naked "elf."

Finally, Mackenzie yanked her hands free and hurriedly covered herself. As she was thinking of how she could possibly make it out of this nightmare unseen, Mackenzie felt her left wrist abruptly yanked away from her chest. The naked redhead gasped as she realized that a string of Christmas lights was wrapped around her wrist. While she had been struggling with the jacket, Ricky had expertly looped the colorful cord around Mackenzie's forearm. And now he had tightened that loop, pulling Mackenzie's arm tightly against the chair's armrest.