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One winter, when I was younger. The mall was hiring. So, I worked as one of Santa’s Elves with some of my closest girlfriends. It was fun, we would dress in these elf costumes with super short skirts, low-cut tops, red stockings and a red garter belt. We didn’t wear those silly elf shoes, we wore six-inch black Prada heels. All of us looked pretty slutty, to be honest.
The dads would get so bored waiting in line. If we gave them a little extra attention, maybe grazed their cock with our ass when we walked by. Or bent over and showed them our red lingerie-covered ass in front of them, they would get so excited. Their mouths would water in front of their wife and kids.
At the time, we had this boss who was an older guy. His name might’ve been Greg, I can’t remember. Sometimes he would even play Santa when we were short-staffed. He was a lot older than all of us, he had completely white hair and white facial hair. He drove a Porsche. Had a Rolex, and wore the sexiest Valentino suits.
