Page 30 of The Christmas Mistake

It’s the exact opposite of my oversized outfit. Chastity’s elf costume is tiny. Real fucking tiny. I guess you could call it skimpy. A sexy little number, designed to show off the wearer’s… assets.

Chastity looks at it in shock. I burst out laughing.

“Holy shit,” I say. “You are going to be on full display in that. The entire mall is going to have a front-row seat to your body. Now, this is the best thing I’ve seen all year.”

Chastity has no words to say, but I do.

“Merry fucking Christmas to all the dads taking their kids out shopping. They’re gonna love to see you in that. Some eye candy you’re gonna be. Eye candy cane. Go on, try it on. I gotta see you in this right away.”

Chastity turns to me. “Oh, shut up, dickface.”

But I’m too busy grinning at her to care.

“I’m wearing my outfit, you gotta wear yours. We have to do this now.”

All my trepidation about doing this stupid job has flown out the window. I know I’m gonna have so much fun seeing how uncomfortable Chastity will be in that costume.

Oh, I can’t wait to see her in that tiny little thing.

Damn, I bet her ass is gonna look irresistible in it.

My cock is already getting hard. Lucky that the Santa costume easily hides my erection.

You know what? Seeing Chastity having to dress so sexily has me thinking that this might not actually be the worst job in the world.

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CHASTITY

This elf outfit is so freaking tight I don’t think I can even breathe properly. What was it made for? A pre-teen girl? Certainly not for an adult, especially not for one who doesn’t have a model’s super skinny body like me.

It’s so skimpy that I can feel areas of my skin exposed that have never been exposed before. Every time I look down at this costume, I notice another part of me uncovered for the world to see. God, this outfit doesn’t leave much up to the imagination.

Nicholas was right, the dads in the shopping mall are going to have an absolute field day when they see a young woman dressed like this.

The very last thing I freaking want.

I feel so damn self-conscious. Everyone – and I mean everyone – can see the outline of my perky ass.

Annie told me it’s the only outfit they have. I just gotta wear it, apparently. There’s no other choice.

“Every Santa needs his elf.”

That’s what she said.

Curse her and whoever sad individual first came up with the stupid idea of putting Santa’s grottos in malls.

But, despite how uncomfortable I am in this tiny little thing, at least I get to watch Nicholas Carter embarrass himself to the utmost degree. After laughing at me for a solid twenty minutes, he then had to actually perform his job.

And then he wasn’t laughing anymore.

Nicholas has to sit there on Santa’s big cheesily-Christmas seat and wait for kids to sit on his knee. The minute Annie opened us up we were incredibly busy. One by one, the kids come to tell Santa what they want for Christmas in the most roundabout kid’s way possible. I can practically feel the deep ire emanating from inside the man as he listens to yet another child spend five minutes trying to tell him she wants a pony.

Meanwhile, I have the easy job of just talking to the parents and taking the souvenir photos. I tell the adults where to pay to see their photos online. Simple.

Although I can always tell the dads’ eyes making their not-so-subtle way down my outfit nearly every time they chat to me. I must be quite a draw for those middle-aged men on their shopping mall day trip. I’m their reward for lining up at the grotto for ages and trying to dissuade their daughter of her pony fantasies all day.

Nicholas is hating every moment.