Mess with Santa and the elves.

You think for a minute and then say:

"Uuummm.... No. Thank you for your kind offer, but I may be doing something else in half an hour," you say. Then you whisper in Santa's ear: "Something else, or someone else."

"I think I want to stay and play a little longer in Santa's grotto," you announce.

There is a whispering from the edges of the fake plastic-moulded room. Santa's little helpers - half a dozen 18 year olds who couldn't get a better job this Christmas and were small & slight enough to fit into an elf suit - are watching with mounting excitement.

"Hey, you. Elf!" you call out to one of them. "Come here."

Slowly the young man gets up and walks forward. He is dressed in effeminate green elf boots, pale green tights, a green leafy top and a silly green hat. Not a very macho career choice for a virile young man you think. But one thing about him stands out: He has a rock hard cock that his stretchy green tights fail miserably to conceal.

You let your tongue roll around your lip and smile mischievously at him. Still sitting on Santa's lap, you idly stretch out one long bare leg, give it a flick and let one of your new shoes clatter to the floor. Then you slide your bare foot under elf-boy's uncomfortable-looking hard-on and massage it with your toes.

"So, elf-boy," you say, scrunching around on Santa's lap, trying to get comfortable on his ever-present hard-on, "got any toys around here?"

"Uh, yeah," the young man mumbles, as you rub him up the right way with your bare foot, "we got musical instruments, fashion dolls, candy. Shit like that."

"Do you want to find me a toy?" you smile sweetly.

"Uh, yeah, sure," elf boy mumbles. But he doesn't seem in too much of a hurry to leave your foot alone.

"I'll get you something," cries one of the other elves, jumping up with an equally impressive hard-on going before him. He reaches into the tub and pulls out...