“And what do you want for Christmas, little girl?” Santa ho-ho-ho’ed, with, Samantha liked to think, a special twinkle in his eye as she lowered herself onto his lap, wriggling her bottom to perch just right on his leg.
“Hmm…” Samantha mused, biting her bottom lip, twirling her immaculately curled hair around one finger. “I don’t know… What do you think I should ask for, Santa?” She wiggled again, making sure her dress rode up just enough to let the old man catch a glimpse of the panties underneath.
It was an act she’d pulled off many times… She knew it was wrong, teasing these guys like that, but she always did her best to make sure she was at the end of their lines, at the end of the day, or at least right before a break, when there were no more kids around; there was just something about it, tempting these people dressed up as such a pure character, that excited her. Watching them break character and turn into the pervy old men she knew they actually were was an absolute delight.
“Hmm,” Santa thought out loud. “I’m not sure, little girl… Maybe you shouldn’t get a gift this year after all.”
“What?” Samantha blinked, briefly plucked out of her reverie. She’d never heard that before… Usually, they either played along, generally with some rather inappropriate suggestions, which made the game all the more amusing to her. It was Christmas Eve, so this would be the last visit of the year; for it to end this way would be quite the let down. “No presents?”
“I think somebody’s been an awfully naughty girl, hasn’t she?” he asked.
Samantha couldn’t help but giggle. Of course… He was playing the game after all, just going a different way. “Me? Naughty?” she opened her eyes wide, full of faux innocence. “Not me, Santa! I’ve been such a good girl this year…”
She tried to straddle his leg, but he calmly, easily held her in place, which just made her more giddy, especially when he spoke again, his tone deadly serious. “Yes, you… You’ve been a naughty girl for quite some time, haven’t you?” She shook her head, though he didn’t buy it. “I think somebody deserves a lump of coal this Christmas.”
“No!” she pouted. “I want a nice, big present from Santa!” she bounced on his lap. “Pleeease?”
“I’m afraid not,” Santa shook his head. “If you can’t even admit the truth, then I can’t give you any presents, young lady.”
“All right,” Samantha sighed dramatically. “I’m a very naughty girl, Santa… And the truth is…” She squirmed closer to him, leaning next to his ear – noticing, to her surprise, that his hair and beard, which looked so big and pure white, and exactly like she imagined Santa having, that she’d been sure right away were fake, actually appeared to be real, or just attached extremely well to his skin – before whispering, “My panties are so wet right now.”
She giggled again, positive that would shake him out of character, get a real response out of him. The mall was about to close, anyway, and there were only a few other people milling about, so who cared? “Well, in that case, I have a special present for you.” Samantha grinned, prepared for him to whisper something himself… Instead, he leaned over, reaching into the crumpled, red bag on the floor beside him, and pulled out a small teddy bear, handing it to her, then, with surprising strength, lifting her off his lap. “Have a Merry Christmas, Samantha.”