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 Santa's naughty list wasn't over though.  At the Eldon Newberg Factory, the
office party was still in full swing.  Drink flowed freely and inhibitions
were loosened.  A bit of flirting took place.  One lovely lady who received
no real advances was Paula Stace.  Miss Stace, despite her considerable
good looks, was someone who not only outperformed everyone, she made a
point to strut like a peacock.  She was never ostentatious about her
celebrations, merely mildly insulting.  "Don't worry, Stan, the Windsor
account is in better hands now." "Cheer up Marcy, I may have done all the
work anyone can see but your contributions made a difference."

   Along with being condescending, everyone knew that Paula was a cheat. 
Without ever getting caught or leaving any evidence that could really
endanger her, Paula had managed to undermine fellow employees' work, stolen
assignments, eliminated others' work and so forth.  For a long time now,
everyone had wanted to get even.  Santa would see to it that they would.

   Arriving magically, sack of gifts over his back, Santa laughed his
inspiring Ho Ho Ho.  "Is that Bob?" "Can't be.  Bob's passed out." "Then
who?" "Oh my gosh!  It's the real thing!  It's the real Santa Claus!"

   "Yes boys and girls, Merry Christmas.  I've got something for everyone."
He hefted down his sack for the office workers who were all as attentive as
children.  He passed gifts out to them all one by one, video cameras and
cell phones and stacks of DVDs and CDs.  Everyone was happy.  Everyone
except for Paula.

   "Santa?  Where's my present?  Don't I get anything?"

   With more mirth than before the jolly old elf explained, "Naughty girls
don't get presents, but they get what they deserve!" With that a group of
his smiling elves rushed from his bag and seized the lovely lady.

   "Hey!  What are you doing?"

   Santa's cheer kept up as he turned to her coworkers and explained,
"Paula has taken a lot from all of you.  Tonight you can take a few things
from her.  Let's start with you Larry.  Paula reported your Internet use to
your boss didn't she?"

   "And it wasn't even me!  Someone else got on my computer while I was
out! I nearly got fired!"

   "I think you can have Paula's lovely skirt."

   With a look of puzzlement, Larry stepped up to where the elves, small as
they were, were holding Paula in place effortlessly.  Santa motioned him on
as he said, "Just give it a good pull!" Larry did as he was told and
Paula's dress tore off as though it were made to.  Larry was smiling but
Paula was enraged, "You can't do that!  Santa, make him put that back!"
Then the embarrassment caught up to her as she looked down at her lower
body.  Sexy panties, garter belt and stockings were exposed.  "Stop
looking, everyone!"

   Santa's loud voice announced, "Norma, would you like to take Paula's
blouse?"

   Norma got close to her helpless coworker.  "You've been asking for this
for a long time," she said as she grabbed hold of the blouse.  Just as the
skirt had, the blouse tore away with no effort at all.  Now she was
standing there, held in place in nothing but her lingerie.  Everyone was
staring and she knew that she couldn't get free so she played along. 
"A-all right, I guess I've learned my lesson." She tried to smile to seem a
good sport.  Santa's smile was quite real though.  "Oh no, the lesson's
just starting, Ho Ho Ho.  Now, who would like to take poor Paula's
brassiere of off her?"

   "What?  No!  You can't do that!  Everyone I work with is here!" She
struggled harder than before but to no avail.  The elves made it a point to
look bored as they held on.  "Please!  Please!  Don't let them see my
boobs!"

   Mary was more than willing to see this over competitive, sneaky witch
blush and squirm.  "I'll do it!" She rushed forward, not wanting to lose
her moment of participation and snatched the bra.  With a quick pull, the
bra tugged and then snapped completely off.  Paula screamed long and loud
as her incredible boobies were bared for a room full of her coworkers,
people she had always exhibited a smug superiority to were now eagerly
staring at her gorgeous mounds.  She looked down at them herself as though
to check that they were really exposed.  She looked up.  Every pair of eyes
was locked onto her chest.  She looked back down and then back up before
letting out another shriek of embarrassment.  "I'll be good!  I promise! 
Just let me cover up!"

   The stares and booby appraisal didn't let up though.  "Nice tits on
her." "Better than I imagined." "Ah, I've seen better." "Oh shut up Darren,
those are beautiful.  I mean, just look at those nipples.  They're
perfect." "Hey Santa, can we take her panties off too?"

   "What?  NO!  Let me go, let me go, let me go!"

   "Ho ho ho!  I think she's starting to learn, but let's make the lesson
stick.  Let's see here, Robert, you lost your promotion to this woman
didn't you?"

   "She stole the Coburn file until it was too late for me to finish.  I'm
lucky I didn't lose my job.  And she got the office that should have been
mine." He had been smiling at the exceptional breasts but now he looked
sinister as he stepped forward.  "I hope it was worth it, Paula."

   "Please Robert, don't.  I'm sorry, I swear I am." But her pleading did
her no good.  Robert grabbed the waist of her panties and with a quick snap
they were off.  Paula shrieked as everyone got a good look at her dark
bush, sparse at the edges but full in the center.  She shrieked a second
time as she looked around the room.  Not only was everyone eyeing her
nudity, many were taking pictures.  All of the cell phones and cameras that
Santa had handed out were being put to good use.  A third scream from her
didn't quite drown out the suggestion, "Let's make some copies!" This was
met with cheers and applause as the elves released Paula into the care of
her coworkers.  She was dragged, struggling and clad in only her stockings
and garter belt, to the copying machine.  "Stop!  Stop!  What are you
doing?" Several of them pressed her breasts to it and held her as copies
were made.  Copy after copy was printed and they were handed out.  Several
were pinned to bulletin boards.  After that she was sat on top of it for
some copies of her buttocks.  This was kept up with smiling office personel
taking advantage of her helpless nudity.  Copy after copy of body part
after body part until Santa, with his booming laugh, interceded, "Ho Ho Ho,
I think that's enough for poor, poor Paula this year."

   Sniffling, she felt ashamed of herself as she thanked him.

   "Don't forget, Paula, you'd better be good next year!"

   "I will," the formerly haughty overachiever promised as she stumbled off
to her office to get her coat.