You get to 'The Scoop' instead

You produce a kerchief from your magic bag and help the blind man clean up his oozing, deflating cock, tucking the spent monster back in his slacks and zipping him up before his woman friend finds him on the mall bench. A soft kiss on his cheek as a goodbye replaces a more ordinary wave and you hop to your feet and disappear into the building crowd just before the woman approaches him.

A big, spirited grin lights up your face, reflecting back the holiday joy radiated to you by the passersby. Your fur-trimmed privates are still in need of a good hard cock, though. It had been a case of 'coitus interruptus' with the unsighted hunk back on the bench. Your needy little kitty still needs to be pounded and filled with cream!

'Cream..cream...ice cream!' you think to yourself as you continue along as part of the shopping crowd. You head back towards the small ice cream shop you had visited earlier, thinking about the large tent in the dorky counterboy's condiment-splattered apron. He would do just fine! He was shaking like a leaf in your presence before. You couldn't wait to see the effect your outrageous Santa outfit would have on him.

Just a few storefronts from 'The Scoop', you stop before the reflective silver walls of a video game boutique. You reach into your sack and magically pull out a stick of peppermint lip gloss and coat the full contours of your lips with it, satisfied with the sexy vision in the mirror-like surface before you.

As you start again on your merry way, you see the two guys that had been perusing the new 'Halo' video games drop the boxes back on the shelf ledge and eye you head to toe. As you continue down the mall corridor, you are sure you can feel their eyes burning into the swaying bell of your underwired miniskirt as it swings to and fro with the sideways thrusts of your curvy young hips. Surely they can see the portions of tan flesh revealed above your candy-striped stockings and shiny black thigh-high boots as the hem bobs up and down with your sassy gait. You feel confident they are following your every move as you head through the small seating area of the ice cream parlor.

Lawrence has just finished waiting on a Mom and her kids and looks up to see who his next customer might be as you step up before the glass panes that make up the counterfront.

You bite the pout of your lower lip to keep from laughing at the sweet pimple-faced nerd when you see his eyes nearly pop out of his head at a glance at your attire.

His eyes travel up those high-booted legs and the flared material of your crimson miniskirt to alight on the exposed cleavage of your titties. You know they sit up like pastries on a shelf, thanks to the wide black vinyl belt and the corset-like embrace of the red velvet top. Body glitter sparkles under the overhead lights where it is dusted over your upper chest. You bring your gloved hand up to your chest, seeing where his attention has been drawn. The white fingertips dance through the feathery trim, making sure he catches sight of the pink aureoles barely visible behind the white fluff.

"You see, Lawrence!" you coo oh-so-softly at the eighteen-year-old, "Santa's Nasty Helper didn't forget about you this year!" As you speak, your finger once again reaches out to the frosted glass before your decorated cleavage.

You draw a long oval with two circles below it, giggling as you do. You can tell Lawrence has seen enough restroom graffiti to recognise it as a cock and balls. You hear him rasp as he tries to speak.

By the naughty image, you write backwards again, so he can read it from his vantage point. You smile, thinking you are getting quite expert at this.

His eyes get wide again as he looks at what you've written, looking back and forth to assure himself noone else is close enough to see.

You bend forward, and smile at him through the graffitied glass with EM KCUF written on it, locking eyes with him.