Christmas Exploitation

Christmas Exploitation

The terrible mistreatment of a naive elf.

Chapter 1 by bluewhite2000 bluewhite2000

The North Pole is a wonderland, filled with the delicious scents of baking pies, hot chocolate, and fresh evergreen. Year-round, the elves celebrate everything Christmas. People dress up in various green and red outfits and buy their daily fruitcakes and formal stocking caps. They decorate their homes with beautiful lights and candles and everyone eats great feasts of turkey and cranberries. You are Jane, a female half human, half elf, women in the town of Christmas. As humans were a very small part of the North Pole population (mostly lost Inuits and Sami) your stature made you stand out like a sore thumb. You were 5'8" but compared to the 4'-5' stocky elves you might as well been a giant. You also had been a track and field star at Christmas high, so your body was toned with a large firm ass, chiseled back and muscular thighs. Your curly raven hair cascaded around your shoulders and framed your face. People were often shocked by your piercing ice blue eyes.

The town is filled with excitement as Santa has returned home after his pre-Christmas toy idea tour. You have just gotten a job at Santa's workshop, itโ€™s only an entry level position but the hours are good and you have an opportunity to meet the supreme leader Santa Claus. The night you got the job, your high school sweet heart and current boyfriend Dean celebrated with a bottle of vintage eggnog and a sticky toffee pudding. Dean congratulated you for all your hard work and, though he was still struggling to find employment (not a lot of jobs in the North Pole outside the workshop), he was thrilled you had made your first step into the industry. Your position is front desk. An elf named Ruffus is your manager, he's a full blooded Christmas elf instead of a half elf so he's much shorter than you. You catch him leering at your butt whenever you have to turn around or bend over but you try your best to ignore it. He also has set a very specific dress code, short green and red striped skirts. You chose not to wear the skirt as, with his stature, he'd have a great view underneath your hemline. The first day passes generally uneventful but you do catch a couple begrudging glances from Ruffus.

What's next?

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