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Emori loathed her job.
It’s only saving grace was the discounted rent on her small apartment. The company managed buildings after all - thousands of them - some commercial but mostly residential units in the large city. She was in the complaints department. Her job was listening to people scream, cry, and wail whenever they were served with their eviction notice or something went wrong in their unit or the building itself. She had to murmur nice things and try to take information while these tenants screamed at her. The “all landlords are evil” argument was hard to dispute most days.
Her office was windowless and tiny, given that half the space was occupied by some ancient office equipment that her direct report kept saying would soon be taken away. Seven months later, she still banged her shin on the antique, unusable photocopier nearly every damn day. Most of the time, her colleagues and managers ignored her. Once a week, she filed a report about the non-urgent calls - marking which ones might merit a return call. Urgent calls were reported twice a day. Otherwise she just sent an email to the maintenance crew to report on the work to be done. Someone else did most of the follow up. After all, it might be nice for her to give good news to someone for once.
The other office staff were mostly women old enough to be her mother who kept to themselves and seemed to have no interest in getting to know her, no matter how hard Emori tried. So after a few months into the position, she stopped trying. Some of the better tenants were kinder and only called when there was a genuine issue to report. They were a highlight in an otherwise typically depressing day.
Today however was a rare nice day. It was the last day before the office closed for the holidays. A whole week off was a delightful treat, even if Emori had nothing more significant to do than read books, watch netflix in bed and just relax. She had even bought fresh batteries for her vibrator. Occasionally she thought about dating but her last boyfriend had been a doctor obsessed with ‘fixing’ her hand. It got weird really fast and since then she had decided to take a year off from dating. Five months later, she was burning through her vibe’s batteries so often she was starting to wonder if she might wear her clit out at some point. Was that even possible? She had thought about googling it but was a little afraid of the answer, like the computer might judge her for being a horny slut.
Of course, before she went home for the holidays, she was tasked with dropping off some Christmas cards and an enormous basket of goodies to one of their best buildings. She loved talking to them. From the manager of the publishing house on the tenth floor to the owner of the cafe on the ground level, every tenant was pleasant. They treated her like a whole person and not just the representative of an organisation they resented paying every month. It absolutely had nothing to do with the super hot guy who owned and managed the cafe. Or the pretty brunette who recently started at the engineering office. Or the attractive older man who managed that security office…. obviously it wasn’t about them.
As the subway crowd ebbed and flowed around her, Emori juggled her large tote and the huge basket she was holding. There was nowhere for her to sit and of course, the crowds pressed into her since she was unable to move away. She regretted the cute dress she had spontaneously chosen to wear that morning. Her tights had laddered almost as soon as she arrived at the office and by lunch it was so bad, she just tossed them, leaving her feeling a little too bare on a chilly December day. But, she reminded herself, just one more task and she had a lovely big bed and her trusty vibe to get her through the night. She wondered if that Netflix series she had enjoyed had dropped the next season yet.
A pinch to the curve of her ass had her squeal and try to look behind her. She saw no particular person looking at her, so she shuffled to the side and pressed her ass to the wall, praying that the day would just wrap up sooner than later. She had to practically swim through the crowd at the station and her ass got more than one pinch on her way. Bastards, she thought angrily, as her feet, snug in their lined boots (a Black Friday sale splurge) stomped on the sidewalks. She arrived at the building to find the cafe, to her surprise, closed. She rapped on the door. No one came to answer. Shit! She was about to go around to the management entrance to enter with her key when the door popped open.
“Sorry Miss. We’re closed for a private func… oh. It’s you.”
There he was. Her belly did the flipping butterflies thing as she took in the sight of the handsome man. His blue eyes shone and his dark hair, that so frequently fell into his eyes, was half tucked under a silly looking elf hat. Funny, she hadn’t pictured him as the Christmas hat kind of guy. He had always seemed too wry and sarcastic for such silliness. The worst part was that it only made her like him more. It was unexpected and all the more charming for it.
“Hi!” Emori managed to get out, sounding not too strangled. She half-gestured with the enormous basket. “I was sent to deliver this and some cards and things.”
“Oh wow. That’s actually pretty cool. We’re just having a little building party so you can get it all done in one fell swoop. Come on in.” He stepped back, holding the door for her so she could step into the warm space.
She hadn’t been by since the start of December and to her surprise, cutie cafe guy was all about the holiday season. The entire place seemed to sparkle. Instead of the silly kitsch she expected, it was incredibly pretty with hanging icicles and stars. A tree made of books was stacked with ornaments. Emori opened her mouth to speak when someone else interjected.
“Oh no! Here let me help you.”
It was Raven Reyes, the hot new employee at the Engineering firm. “Oh hi Miss Reyes.”
Instead of reaching for the basket as she expected, Raven stepped around her and then started to tug at Emori’s clothing. A blush turned Emori’s cheeks as red as Santa’s suit. With the chill in the air and her missing tights, she hadn’t noticed her dress had ridden up at some point, leaving her ass hanging in the air. Even more embarrassing was the fact that she was just wearing a lacy thong that literally hid nothing of her rosy butt. That explained all the pinches!
“There! That’s better. I hate it when my skirt rides up.”
Emori’s voice was strangled to say the least as she replied, “Thanks…I didn’t realise. Thank you Miss Reyes.”
Raven dismissed her with the wave of a hand, “Please call me Raven. No problem. We have to stick together, right? Anyway, Murph…stop being as useless as a third nipple and relieve the poor woman of the absurd basket so we can ply her with a drink or two.”
“Charming, Reyes. As ever.”
As John divested her of the basket, Raven directed her toward the bar area. “Oh I’m not sure….I was just supposed to drop these things off…” Her voice faded away as she spoke, her cheeks still red as she tried not to picture how many people saw her butt today.
“Nonsense. I mean, unless you’re running away for a hot date, stay for a minute. Have a drink. We even have a Santa so you can tell him what you want for Christmas. Murphy made some great snacks. Join us for a bit. Especially if you’re just going back to your office, who wants to do that.”
“Emori? Right?” It was that nice looking security company president guy. Marcus Kane was his name and he was quite handsome in that older, DILF kind of way.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Ohhh, Sir.” Raven teased. “Like that on ya, Marcus.”
He tossed back his head and laughed. “We all know you would never, Raven.”
“Lies, I might if the occasion called for it.”
Then everyone in earshot laughed. Emori startled in surprise at the clear sexual innuendo. With the rise in reporting on harassment, most work related parties were so careful now that she had forgotten that in normal circumstances, people might tell a spicy kind of joke or two. Obviously these two knew each other well enough to tease.
“Anyway, Emori? What would you like to drink? I have some fantastic wines that the Lightbournes contributed and of course, the basics for most mixed drinks. What would you like?”
She should go. She absolutely should not stay here and socialise. It was not appropriate. She could get into so much trouble. Emori was about to excuse herself when John reappeared at her side. His hand lightly brushed her arm. “Here.” he offered a small plate, filled with a few offerings. “I made this special for tonight. I’d love it if you tried it.”
Emori swallowed. All thoughts of protest vanished in an instant. “I’d love a glass of red wine if you have any.”
They brightened. Each of them seemed genuinely pleased she was staying and that alone was intoxicating. It had been a long time since Emori felt welcome. It was so rare. Soon she was seated, nibbling on the genuinely incredible food as she sipped at the wine. Marcus kept topping up her glass and as the hustle on the street faded away and the quiet of the night set in, Emori wasn’t quite sure how much she had had to drink. She felt flushed but happy. Everyone around her was telling stories, about insane customers and clients, crazy mishaps and some scandalous sexy moments. The stories grew more risque as the afternoon faded into night.
“Emori!” John had returned to the circle and settled a hand on her back. It was not at all inappropriate, just a gentle press, but Emori felt her body grow heavy. Her trusty vibe was going to get quite the workout when she finally got home, she thought as John continued, “You must come sit on Santa’s lap.”
“Oh I must?” She joked in response and then shrugged, “It’s fine. Honestly. I was a late addition.”
“Emori.” He interrupted her and the authority in his voice robbed her of her protest. “Come on.”
“Okay.” There was no other option, not when he spoke like that. All thoughts of protest fell out of her head. He folded his hand into hers, holding her gloved one gently as he tugged her along and down to a small alcove. There was a broad chair and on it was a man dressed in a particularly good rendition of Santa. He was big enough that when John sat her on his lap, she felt quite small, like the little girl she had never really gotten to be when growing up in a series of foster and group homes throughout her childhood.
“Well hello little girl.” He boomed, his broad chest warm against her shoulder as he continued, “Ho ho ho… are you all set for Christmas?”
“Oh well, I don’t…I don’t really have any plans.” Emori demurred with a shake of her head.
Santa’s gloved hand brushed over her knee, cupping her thigh. He held it and she could feel the radiating heat from his body. John was still standing beside her, his hand lifting to trace over her dark hair. The alcove seemed so far away from the crowded party all of a sudden.
“Oh no. That will never do, now will it, my best elf? We need to give our Emori a Happy Christmas. Have you been a good girl?”
Emori’s throat closed as her eyes grew wide. Her breath felt rushed as if her lungs had suddenly emptied and she didn’t know what was happening. He didn’t really say anything that bad, did he? She must have been reading into it.
“I think so, Santa. I try to be a good girl.” She replied earnestly, “I mean I am a good girl.”
“I’m not so sure about that.”
“What?” her voice was a whisper.
“I think I should check, hmmm? Shouldn’t I?” Santa replied, his voice teasing, his grin wide. He had really captured that twinkle in the eye St. Nick vibe. It didn’t help that John’s hand was still slowly carding through her hair. She always did love having her hair played with.
“Like a list? Do you have a Santa list?”
“You’ve been on my list for a while now, Emori.”
There was that hint of innuendo again. Was it deliberate? Surely not, Emori reassured herself. She was just a little too drunk and being silly. Except Santa’s hand started to move, sliding between her thighs and gliding upward. The woollen mitten brushing over her silky skin, bereft of even the protection of a decent pair of tights. Her thighs started to part when she suddenly closed them, trapping his hand only a few centimetres from her pussy.
“Santa.” she breathed, wishing she knew which of the tenants he was. He seemed familiar.
John’s hand traced over her cheek and she met his eyes, almost unconsciously. “I….” Emori started and then stopped.
“It’s okay, Emori. It’s important for him to check, isn’t it? You want to be a good girl, don’t you?”
Emori whimpered, unable to help herself, as John’s words infiltrated her thoughts and she found herself nodding. He smiled down at her, bending to dust a kiss over her forehead. “I want to be a good girl.” Where the fuck was this coming from? She honestly wasn’t sure but her thighs parted, letting Santa continue to trail his hand along her skin. He glanced down to see her neatly groomed vulva, only partially hidden behind the delicate lace thong.
“Wider, Emori. I need to have a good look at you. Take your finger and just move your pretty panties out of the way so Santa can see if you deserve to be on his good girl list or his naughty girl list.”
Her cheeks danced with colour but Emori didn’t hesitate. The alcohol had strained her inhibitions but John’s gentle caress and softly spoken words had sent whatever was left off for the night. She was pliant in their hands. Her finger curled over the lace and she tugged, pulling the fabric out of her sticky core. The gusset was shiny with evidence.
“What happens to the naughty girls, Santa?” She found herself whispering, barely audible beyond the two men who circled her.
“They get sent home with a spanking and no special fun.”
The damp heat coiled in her core, the shiny mess growing in response to these words. Her eyes widened and flicked between the Santa and John. “And what do the good girls get?”
“Good girls get special treats, Emori. Everyone here would like to give you a special treat tonight. Would you like to help us hand out everyone’s present and then get your treat?” John asked, his eyes wide.
“I can help.”
John’s smile made her compliance infinitely more important than whatever dignity she had left. Santa’s gloved hand was stroking over her sex, the wool adding an odd sort of titillating friction to the touch. “That’s a good girl. I knew you were the best girl ever. I just knew it. But you see before we hand out the presents, we have to get you dressed just right to be the most special elf tonight. Then we’ll give you your little wagon with the gifts to deliver.”
“Oh I…costume?”
“I can help her get ready.” Raven interjected. Emori’s first thought was to shut her legs but Santa’s broad gloved hand was there, holding her open, half covering, half stroking her wet pussy. Emori wasn’t sure her cheeks could grow any redder but it seemed tonight everything was on the table. What was she getting herself into? Months of celibacy, too much alcohol and too many attractive people were all around. She had felt better and more welcome here than anywhere else in such a long time. It didn’t occur to her to leave or call it at this moment.
“Yes please.” Emori replied to Raven, trying not to notice that there were other people around, all watching the scene play out. Raven reached for her, helping pull her to her feet and away from the men. Santa’s hand fell away from her pussy and Emori felt a little bereft of all of Santa’s lovely warmth.
Raven pulled her further back into the alcove, behind Santa’s chair and into a small washroom area. There was a garment bag hanging on the back of the door. “You are being so good, Emori. I am so proud of you.” Raven assured her, words that brushed against lonely abandoned feelings that ribboned through Emori’s chest and made her heart beat fast. Raven’s hands tugged at the zipper of her dress, pushing it down off her shoulders until the fabric was sliding down her legs. The ground seemed to sway under her feet and Emori reached out a hand to steady herself against the wall. Raven tugged down her panties next. They offered little coverage and yet their absence was immediately felt. She was truly nude now, just standing there in her sensible, low heeled boots wearing not a single stitch of clothing. The dress had enough of a built-in bra for her not to bother with a second one. After all, her breasts weren’t that big.
Raven unzipped the garment bag and Emori couldn’t watch. For some reason, this all seemed like too much and yet she was excited. She didn’t want it to stop. She wanted this. She needed this. She was a good girl and she wanted to play the fun games and help make the party fun. Raven withdrew the article of clothing and slid it around Emori’s front before circling to the back. It was a cheerful red, the colour of Christmas, and while it wasn’t Emori’s favourite colour to wear, she did admit it looked rather festive.
The corset was real but after it was on, Emori realised it wasn’t actually a corset. It was stays. She knew this because the fabric didn’t cover her breasts. There was meant to be something underneath. She had seen TikToks on this very thing. Her hands slid up to cup the soft velvet and hold it in place as Raven tightened the ribbon at the back, adjusting it until it seemed to please her. It was more comfortable than Emori expected. However, the article of clothing lifted her breasts, offering them up like gifts. Raven held up something else - another piece of fabric - silky and black against her skin. It was done up before Emori realised it was a garter belt.
Raven knelt low enough to unzip Emori’s boots and help her out of them. The black stockings were added next, looped into the clasps of the garter belt. Shoes were set on the floor. Black mary janes with a red bottom - Emori had to wonder if they were real Louboutins or if she was dreaming. A pair of gloves slid over her hands, giving a completely false impression of being somehow more clothed than she actually was.
“Hold up your hair.” Raven instructed. Emori moved to obey, unquestioning. Her eyes were wide as she watched herself be outfitted in the mirror. The necklace was leather, soft and supple, with small golden loops hanging all the way around. The lining was soft against her throat. When she let down her hair, Raven turned to look in the mirror and then back at Emori. Raven adjusted Emori’s stays slightly and brushed a hand down and along Emori’s hip.
“Okay. Are you ready? Do you want to go play and be our best Christmas elf?”
Emori stared at herself in the mirror for a few seconds, almost overcome by the image. She was wearing clothing but it covered nothing. Her breasts were lifted and framed by the stays that covered her abdomen and ended at her hip. The garter belt and stockings framed her pussy but covered none of it. The shoes added a little height but not much. Her arms were covered from fingertip to elbow with velvet gloves that matched the fabric of the stays. At this moment she noticed the little gold loops at the wrists and elbows. She vaguely wondered what their purpose was but decided she would soon find out. Strands of hair were pushed back by a cute headband that featured a pair of reindeer antlers. Around her throat was the necklace and it was clearly a collar with loops all the way around, as though offering a delicious selection of spots to connect a leash. Her cheeks were flushed but what struck her the most was the look in her eyes - the sparkle of excitement and pleasure. Something she knew had been missing for quite some time.
“Yes. Yes I am.” she replied to Raven at last, her voice steady and firm as she spoke.
“Good girl.” Raven whispered before leaning in to dust a kiss over her cheek. Raven popped open the door and then folded her hand over Emori’s and tugged her out into the party once again. Santa was still seated while others had gathered around in a loose configuration. Their eyes brushed over her skin, as gentle as a caress and as sweet as a kiss. She saw approval, admiration and no small dose of lust in each face. The power of her beauty, of her body, flooded her, causing her to lift her chin and add a slight sway to her hips.
John stepped forward, brushing a hand over her shoulder. “Well done Reyes.”
“She’s gorgeous so it wasn’t exactly hard.” Raven replied as Emori’s cheeks grew flushed.
John met her eyes and his smile grew. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.” Emori affirmed with a nod. There was no hesitation, no worry and at this moment, nowhere else she wanted to be. “Please.”
“Good girl.” John whispered before leaning in to brush a soft kiss over her shoulder. He turned slightly and gestured to a small wagon. It was filled with velvet little satchels of varying colours and patterns. “This is our Santa sleigh. Each present must be presented one by one. Inside is a present for you and a present for the person you select.”
“I select? A gift for me? I…I don’t understand.”
“You’ll see. Trust me. I promise you will like it.”
Emori nodded. She did trust him. At this moment, she was trusting all of them. She was vulnerable, alone, basically nude and yet she felt no fear. By all rights, she should be terrified. She wasn’t. Instead she stepped toward the little wagon and reached in to pick through the parcels. There were no names on them, no indication of what was inside. Some were slightly bigger, bulkier than others but none of them were particularly large. She finally picked one out and stood up slowly, glancing around the room. They were all watching her, waiting for her to decide. She didn’t completely understand the game yet but she was pretty sure this was going to be fun.