by Sean Shake
“You’ll draw way too much attention. It’s too early for anyone to be drunk or high enough to think you’re a hallucination.”
Krampus got back in the truck, slamming the door so hard the truck shook, then crossed his arms and pouted like a little child.
“I think you upset him,” Rue said, not unhappily.
There was a bouncer at the door, but he didn’t check our IDs, and he seemed eager to let me in since I had two beautiful girls with me. Alexa being in her underwear still probably didn’t hurt.
I wondered what he would’ve thought if Krampus had come in with us.
Inside the music wasn’t that loud yet, and so I could hear Rue when she said, “I’m gonna go get a drink,” and then wandered off.
“She sure seems to know what she’s doing,” I said to Alexa’s.
“It is bringing back flashbacks of yesterday,” she said despondently. “My drunken stupidness.”
I hugged her, though that wasn’t going to push away the fact that her parents were missing. I kissed the top of her head. “It’s okay, we’ll find them. And besides, you found me because of your drunken ‘stupidness’. So it’s really geniusness.”
She laughed. “I guess.”
“I’m sure.”
34
The place had a dancefloor in the middle, with a second floor wrapping around it that looked like a VIP area. There were fancy-looking red curtains up there that divided the area into private rooms.
Under the overhang created by this second level were standing tables where you could rest and have a drink.
At the far end of the room, across the dancefloor, was a bar, which I spotted Rue heading toward, pushing her way through the crowd.
I wondered what people would make of her little antlers and her strange eyes.
It was Miami, and we were at a club, an underground club, and I saw at least one girl wearing cat ears and a tail, so probably she wouldn’t draw too much attention.
Not like the attention Krampus would’ve drawn.
“Okay,” I said to Alexa, “I’m gonna go out there and find us some elves. Why don’t you wait at one of the tables away from all these bodies where it’s not so warm. Drink some water or something.” And so guys don’t ogle you, I didn’t say.
“Alcohol will keep me cooler.”
“Actually, alcohol makes you warm when it’s warm and cold when it’s cold.” A lesson I’d unpleasantly learned.
More than once.
“I’m different.”
“Okay… Do you want me to get you a drink then?”
“No, Rue will take care of me.”
“And you’re sure you’re okay with this? Me going and getting other girls? I mean we’re married now. I know it’s only been a day, and it was a sort of fake marriage, but—”
“It’s not a fake marriage. It’s a very real marriage. If it were fake, you wouldn’t have any powers.”
I nodded. “Okay.” Her mention of my powers made me realize I was still wearing my Santa suit. But in this crowd I wouldn’t stand out very much. “But you’re sure?”
“This is the way of things. You need to make elves, and this is how you do it. Do we need to have the birds and the bees talk after all?”
“No, please, spare me. Okay, I’m going to find some beautiful young ladies to, well for want of a better word, elvenate.”
“Elvenate?”
“A portmanteau of elven and impregnate.”
“And you call me the weird one.”
The dancefloor was full of hot girls, and the ratio of guys to girls seemed to greatly favor girls—in other words, there were more girls, which really if you thought about it actually favored guys.
It was a good thing I brought two with me. I wondered if the bouncer would’ve let me in if I’d only had one.
I spotted a black-haired beauty dancing alone, her skin deathly pale, her lips painted dark red.
Her features were delicate and small, a contrast to the harsh makeup she was wearing.
She wore black-and-white checkered shorts and a tube top that stopped just above her belly button with a picture of a headless Betty Boop.
I approached her.
But instead of asking her if she wanted to dance, I unexplainably found myself taking her by the waist, and pulling her to me.
She looked shocked, but didn’t protest.
I thought back to Rue’s statement about being persuasive when it came to making elves.
If this was some spirit of suave, I’d take it.
I grinned at her and pulled her out onto the dancefloor and started dancing.
Five minutes later she was grinding against an erection that was struggling to break free from my Santa suit.
In the brief moments my brain was allowed sufficient blood flow, I wondered how this was going to work out, logistically.
Should I gather a bunch of girls, and take them all home at once?
Because if I just took them home one at a time, it was gonna take a long time to gather the hundred Rue had said we’d need.
I managed to tear my attention away from the girl’s amazing ass as it ground against my crotch, and looked around at the tables circling the edges of the dancefloor, looking for Alexa and Rue.
I spotted them, and decided to bring this potential elven employee over there and have them watch over her while I gathered. I didn’t know if that would work, if there was some magic that would wear off, but there was only one way to find out.
And so I grabbed her ass, squeezed it, enjoying the feel, which got her to look over her shoulder at me and smile, her dark hair falling over her one eye and cheek.
Then I hoisted her up into my arms, and she let out a shriek, kicking her legs and laughing.
Unable to resist, her breasts this close to my face, I pressed my face into them, causing her to laugh more. Then I carried her over to the table where Alexa was.
“Wait here,” I shouted at the girl, oddly thinking again of Pokémon.
She frowned at me, but I didn’t bother explaining.
Either she would stay, or she wouldn’t.
I would much prefer if she did stay. She was incredibly hot, and if I had to make elves, I’d prefer to do it to ones like her.
I scanned the dance floor and bar, this time looking for not just my next prospect, but other future ones.
There weren’t that many girls who were alone, but there were several who were dancing in groups.
Did I have enough Santa mojo to pull three girls at once?
I might as well try and find out.
I spotted one group with a redhead, a thin Latin chick with what I thought was called ombré hair—blonde ends—and a girl with all of her hair bleached blonde. This last had a sexy bob cut and dark eye makeup that basically screamed fuck me.
At least to my dick.
The Latina reminded me of Martina Stoessel in the Spanish version of that Frozen music video.
A song which had been playing on loop the first year I worked as a mall Santa.
I swear I learned most of the Spanish I know from that one song.
Libre Soy indeed. Free to have an endless loop playing in my brain as I would try to fall asleep at night.
The Martina lookalike was wearing a tight purple dress that stopped just below the bottom of her ass, and was tight enough to show that her small breasts had no bra supporting them.
The redhead held what looked like a margarita as she danced with her two friends, laughing at something. Her curly red hair was long, trailing down far past her shoulders. Her skin was pale and freckleless, though not quite as pale as the goth girl I’d just had grinding against me. She was wearing a little red dress that was even smaller than her Latina friend’s dress, this one actually not even going fully over her butt, though it looked like this was because it had hiked up some as she danced, and she hadn’t bothered to pull it back down.
I couldn’t tell for sure, but it didn’t look like she was wearing any underwear, alth
ough it was possible she had on a G-string or thong.
The blonde was dressed most enticingly of all. Up top, she wore only golden pasties, and her massive perky breasts were otherwise unsupported. For bottoms, she was wearing something that reminded me of Vampirella. A red garment which instead of going up over her breasts, stopped just short of them, wrapping around her ribcage.
As I approached I saw that she had fangs and what looked like blood painted along her lip. Odd choice for Christmastime.
Maybe she was dressed as Vampirella, and could manage to afford only half the costume.
Or maybe she was remixing costumes. Mixing the top half of one character—say Harley Quinn, though I couldn’t remember Harley Quinn wearing pasties—and the bottom half of another.
In any case, I didn’t much care. She was hot, and nearly naked, and that was all that I needed to know.
I approached the group and again instead of trying to strike up a conversation I grabbed the blonde and pulled her against me, letting my hand come to rest on her bottom, which was completely uncovered by the Vampirella thong she wore. I squeezed it and pressed my erection into her.
She looked angry for a moment, then when she looked up at my face the anger turned to something else.
I glanced at her redheaded friend and grabbed her drink from her and downed it. I handed her the empty glass, and pointed at the bar. “Go buy me another,” I shouted.
She laughed and shook her head, but actually did as I said and went to the bar.
Then I looked at the Latina and grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her toward me, putting her between me and the blonde.
The blonde pouted at me, but then I pulled her in for a kiss, the Latina—who wasn’t short but was shorter than both of us—between us.
Whatever she’d used for blood tasted sweet, like maraschino cherries.
I grabbed the Latina’s hips and got them moving against my crotch, and from there she handled the rest.
The blonde danced in front of us, and I took the Latina’s hands and placed them on Harley-Vampirella’s hips.
Then I reached out and squeezed one of her large breasts.
Her head fell back, her mouth slightly open in pleasure.
By the time the redhead got back, Topless Vampirella had switched places with the Latina and was grinding against me.
The redhead smiled and handed me the drink that she had bought. She had another in other her hand and held it up to me.
We clicked glasses and then downed the drinks together.
Then I pushed Vampirella away and made her dance with the Latina while I watched.
A few moments later I felt a hand on my crotch.
It was the redhead.
In heels, she was nearly as tall as me, her eyes maybe a half-inch below mine.
She leaned into my ear and whispered, “I like what I feel, why don’t we go somewhere we can have some fun? I’m sure my friends would enjoy playing with this.” She squeezed me.
Well, that settled that. Four was plenty enough for now. Hopefully there was a room available up in the VIP section.
I leaned in to her ear and lightly nibbled at her lobe before saying, “Sounds like a plan. Grab your friends and follow me.”
I turned and walked away, scanning the upper level, looking for a place we could have some private fun. I saw at least two ‘rooms’ with the curtains pulled back and that were empty.
When I got to the table with Alexa and Rue and the goth girl, I found the three of them wasted.
Rue had taken her blouse off and was dancing with the goth girl while Alexa drunkenly clapped and sang along to the song playing over the club speakers.
She sure had a set of cords on her, because I could hear her over the loud music.
It sounded on-key too, if incredibly slurred.
Oh well, it wasn’t like I was having sex with her. Besides she was my wife.
I tried to get their attention, but not none of them were paying attention to anything going on around them.
Out of the corner of my vision, I saw the three new potential elves arrive and stand there waiting.
I glanced over and grinned at the redhead, then went to the goth girl, who was face-to-face with Rue as they danced and ground together.
I grabbed her by the arm and spun her toward me. Her face was a mask of anger until she saw it was me, then animosity turned to eagerness.
I pulled her along with me and heard Rue drunkenly cry out “Hey! She’s mine.”
I ignored her and found the stairs leading to the upper level. There was a bouncer or security guard who was even bigger than I was guarding them.
I expected to have to bribe him or explain myself, but when he saw the four girls with me he just nodded, flashed me the ghost of a smile, and stepped aside to let us pass.
I nodded at him and the five of us headed upstairs.
The top level had a few actual sit-down tables, along with six private rooms that had curtains you could pull to section yourself off from the rest of the club.
I saw the one on the far left, farthest from the stairs, was unoccupied.
Perfect.
I was just about to start that way when someone ran into me from behind.
I turned around just in time to see Rue pinwheeling her arms wildly, off balance, about to fall down the stairs.
I reached out to grab her, but I was too late, and she fell.
Her head slammed into the stairs and she went tumbling down to the first landing, Alexa coming up behind her just too late—and too drunk—to catch her.
I rushed down to her. “Are you okay?” I shouted. Her eyes were open, but she seemed out of it.
Then she shook her head and sat up, her bare breasts jiggling as she did.
I couldn’t help but look, despite the fact that she might be gravely injured.
I noticed her nipples were very red. Glowing, actually.
I shut off my man-mind and returned my attention to her face to make sure she was okay. I saw her nose was glowing too. “Are you okay?” I repeated.
She looked at me and nodded, shook her head—much like an animal would—then leapt to her feet and ran past me up the stairs.
I guess she was okay. Reindeer did have hard heads. They were butting them all the time.
Alexa smiled at me and then went up the stairs after her.
Only a few seconds passed as I climbed the stairs, but by the time I got to the top, while Alexa was there waiting for me, Rue already had the four girls in the private room—the same one I had decided to take—and was drawing the curtains shut.
“Hey!” I shouted and walked toward them. I grabbed the curtain before she could close it. “You’re a little woman stealer.”
Rue grinned at me.
I pushed her away and entered, Alexa following, and closed the curtain behind us.
I faced Rue again, then took her by the arms and sat her on one of the couches.
Alexa sat down beside her, and I turned my attention to the four new recruits.
I put my finger in my lip, tapping.
The music was quieter up here, enough that we could talk without shouting.
“Now which one of you do I start with?”
The redhead and the Latina both raised their hands.
I shook my head. “No, I think I should go in the order I found you in.” I pointed at Goth Girl. “You. Strip.”
She bit her lip, looked around the room at the other girls, then with a little shrug pulled her top off and stood there looking at me.
Her nipples were so pale, that I almost couldn’t see them. Her breasts were neither large nor small.
“Everything,” I ordered. “Except your heels.”
She gnawed at her lip for several seconds, and I walked to her, ready to take her checkered shorts off myself, but then she quickly pulled them down and tossed them onto the unoccupied couch behind her, revealing the fact that in addition to not wearing a bra, she also wasn’t wearing any panties.
She self-consciously tried to move her legs in a way to cover them, but I placed my hand between her thighs preventing her from doing so, then ran my finger over the scars.
I used my other hand to lift her chin, make her look into my eyes.
She let out a weak little breath, and I bent down and kissed her. I rubbed between her legs, pressing the edge of my palm against her.
Her sex was almost completely bare, just a tiny dark line right above her crotch slightly thinner than a pencil, the exact same width as her fold, which it lined up perfectly with.
I glanced at Alexa and Rue.
They were watching.
Rue looked like a hot mess. Her legs apart, her top—which she must’ve left downstairs—gone, her nose and nipples glowing a bright red.
I wondered what the other girls thought of her, whether they thought it was odd someone would glow like that.
I thought back to what Alexa had said about people from Earth not believing their eyes if they were seeing something unbelievable.
Alexa wore a vague innocent smile on her face as she sat there, legs crossed, hands on her knees.
She looked very proper—even in her underwear—and I wanted nothing more right now than to go over there, pry open her legs, and slide into her, slow and soft, until she couldn’t take it anymore and begged me to fuck her harder.
I blinked and looked away.
Something about her… It made me— I didn’t know. Did something to my mind.
But I had a job to do. I had elves to make.
And to do that, horrors upon horrors, I would have to put my dick inside of the goth girl’s perfect pussy.
35
I pushed the goth girl down onto the unoccupied couch, while the other three, the redhead, the Latina, and Vampirella sat down on the other couch with Rue and Alexa and watched.
Eager, not wanting to waste time trying to take my suit off, I undid my pants’ weird invisible zipper thing and pulled myself out.
I leaned over the goth girl and kissed her dark red lips, then her chin. I kissed down her body until I got to her breasts. I licked, then sucked at her incredibly pale nipples as I ran my hands over her body. I wrapped one hand around her neck as I rubbed my manhood against her.
