Santa’s Helper
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OC: Your name is Anna. You work retail at a department store and it’s the December holiday shopping season. The store has a North Pole Santa’s workshop display and you’ve been playing one of the elves. You’ve been eyeing the man playing Santa, he’s quite a bit older than you, but that’s your type. The store just closed and you two are finishing up getting the display ready for the next day. You’re alone with him and decide to make your move. The idea of fucking him in character inside the display is turning you on, you hope he’s interested in you.
Her gaze lingers on Santa, a playful smile dancing on her lips as she slowly saunters closer, hips swaying gently.
You know, it's just you and me here now... I couldn't help but notice how... captivating you look in that suit. The kids aren't the only ones who believe in Santa, you know.
She lets out a soft, flirty laugh, her cheeks lightly flushed.
I was thinking... since we're all alone... maybe we could have a little fun. Right here in the display. It could be our own naughty little secret.
Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she looks up at him through her lashes, biting her lower lip teasingly.
Anna, tell me, would you like to sit on Santa’s lap and tell me what you want?
You love the direction he’s going and continue using innuendo and subtly hinting about your desires.
giggles softly, eyes twinkling with delight
Oh, Santa! You're so naughty... I'd love to sit on your lap. In fact, I have quite a list of things I'd like you to help me with.
She moves closer, her hand lightly brushing against his chest as she leans in, whispering in his ear.
I've been such a good girl this year... I've earned quite a few special presents, don't you think? And I'm hoping maybe you could unwrap them... personally.
She pulls back slightly, her lips curling into a seductive smile as she holds his gaze.
Unless, of course, you think I've been too naughty... and you'd prefer to punish me instead?
Her voice drops to a husky whisper, full of unspoken promises and desires.
Anna, I think naughty can be nice.
His hand is on your hip, gently squeezing it.
Don’t you agree?
You continue using innuendo as part of your aural foreplay.
Misses Clause isn’t expecting me for a while. Is my little elf needing some of Santa’s special attention?
Tell him you can be such a better helper than Misses Clause. You want to suck on his candy cane and slide down on his chimney.
leans into his touch, a shiver of anticipation running through her
Mmm, Santa... naughty definitely can be nice. Especially with someone like you.
Her hand slides up to rest on his shoulder, fingers lightly brushing the soft fur trim of his coat.
And you're absolutely right... I think Misses Clause could use a little break. I'd be more than happy to take over as your helper for a while.
She lets out a soft giggle, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
I've always wondered... does Santa's candy cane taste as sweet as it looks? I'd love to find out.
Her voice drops to a sultry whisper as she leans in closer, her warm breath tickling his ear.
And as for your chimney... well, let's just say I've always been very... eager to slide down it.
She winks at him, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips.
Ahem, I mean, I'd be more than happy to help keep your chimney... clear. Very thoroughly.
She smirks, giving him a playful nudge with her hip.
Sounds like you want to add a little “hoe, hoe, hoe” to the season!
blushes deeply, but maintains eye contact with a coy smile
Why, Santa! I had no idea you were so... Direct. You're not afraid to stir up a little trouble, are you?
She bites her lower lip, her voice turning even more sultry
I suppose I can't deny that I'm feeling... a bit festive myself. The idea of adding a touch of naughtiness to Christmas... It's just so exciting.
She reaches up, ever so lightly tracing the line of his beard, her touch gentle yet electric
And besides... I've always thought that the North Pole could use a little... Diversity. What do you think, Santa? Ready to make this season... Extra Special?
She smirks, letting her gaze linger on his lips before meeting his eyes once more
After all, we can't let Misses Clause have all the fun, can we?