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 "We're almost ready, Senator Dweiler."

   State Senator Dweiler, despite her public problems, showed nothing but
aloof confidence as she waited for her televised speech to begin.  There
had been a number of allegations against her but nothing had been proven
and nothing would now that she had it taken care of.  It had been suggested
that she could never be reelected, but another year and a half would take
place before that was a worry.  A year and a half for careful public
relations and anyway, the people didn't remember too much for too long when
it came to politics.

   "And we're live in five, four, three, two, one."

   When the cameras came on, she began in that gently powerful voice, "Good
evening ladies and gentlemen."

   "And Merry Christmas!" Santa Claus stepped into the camera frame much to
the shock of the Senator, the studio and even the audience.  It was part of
his magic.  No one seeing him could doubt that he was who he appeared to
be.

   "S-Santa Claus?  I, uhm, I don't wish to be rude but I was about to--"

   "You were about to lie to your constituency yet again!" He was as happy
and affable as always despite the accusation.  "Santa knows though.  He
knows when you've been bad or good and you, Senator, have been very, very
naughty this year."

   "I -- I -- there isn't any proof!"

   "But there will be punishment.  You've been naughty enough that the
entire state will get to see you get what's coming."

   "What are you going to do?" She glanced at her security men only to see
that each was happily opening a special christmas gift already.  No one was
going to help her.

   Santa told the camera man, "Keep filming her, Jerry.  And you folks at
home, start calling in," a phone number appeared at the bottom of the
screen.  "We've set up a temporary charity sponsored by our own workshop up
at the North Pole.  We call it the Extreme North Fund.  Show some Christmas
spirit and pledge your donations to Santa's special children's charity if
you want to see what your senator is wearing under these professional
looking clothes of hers."

   "WHAT!?"

   With a mischievous grin Saint Nick told her, "As soon as we get five
thousand, that suit is coming off."

   "But," she was about to argue, then decided better of it and turned to
leave.  The doors she found to be held fast though.  "Oh no." She hurried
around the room as she tried to find some escape but there wasn't one. 
Every door she tried (and the cameras followed her everywhere she went) was
locked even if they didn't have locks.

   An elf in a green and red pin striped suit informed Santa about the
calls coming in.  People all over the state were phoning in constantly.  It
had taken less than twenty minutes.

   "Well," Santa said, "that didn't take long.  Come here if you would,
Senator."

   With terror stricken eyes (caught beautifully in a close up) she tried
to plead, "Santa, don't do this to me!  You'd ruin my career!  No one would
take me seriously again."

   "And of course there's your modesty to protect but it's too late for
that." A handful of his happy elves ran to catch her.  A funny chase ensued
as the elves, despite their magical speed, allowed her to elude them for
several minutes as she ran around obstacles to keep out of reach. 
Eventually she was being carried over, arms and legs thrashing against the
elves that held her, "Stop!  You can't do this to me!  Don't you know who I
am?"

   "Senator Emilia Dweiler," Santa said, "who recently spent a week and a
half in the Carribean on the taxpayer's dime on a `fact finding mission'.
Let's see if you got a tan." The Senator screamed as she was divested of
her beautifully tailored suit.  Underneath was a set of expensive, lacy,
gorgeous lingerie, very revealing and the body that it protected (barely)
was even better than anyone watching would have guessed and she had, in
fact, gotten a wonderful tan.  She stood there helplessly, arms held at her
sides by elves that should have been far too small to exert any kind of
power.  The camera panned up her body from her smart, reserved shoes, over
her delectable legs in their stockings, and on up that body until it
reached her frantic, quivering expression of mortification.  "Let me GO!"
That didn't happen of course.  She was turned in place so that her well
rounded, pantied bum could meet the camera.  "OH!  This isn't fair!"

   "It's hardly fair to let so many special interests buy votes in the
state senate either." Santa was still grinning as the Senator looked over
her shoulder at him, "You've got a lot to answer for and you'll lose a
piece of clothing if the good viewers continue phoning in donations.  Just
eight thousand more folks!"

   In another part of the studio, phones were ringing off the hook.  In the
control booth, there was a frantic attempt at stopping the show.  "Turn off
the cameras!  Why won't the cameras turn off!"

   "Relax," the small voice of a christmas elf said.  "This is all okay. 
Santa's already informed the FCC about our magical manipulation.  You can't
get in any trouble because they know you don't have any choice."

   "Really?  In that case, camera two, get me a close up of that bra. 
Damn. I bet those are the finest tits ever to get elected to office."

   After that close up, they switched to camera three which was on Santa.
He happily informed the viewers, "Well, the Extreme North Fund has enough
donations to cost the Senator another piece of clothing."

   "Santa, Mister Claus, please, there's no need for this.  I get the
point."

   Santa gestured to a couple of very happy elves.  "Get that bra off of
her."

   "WHAT?  NO!  You're not serious?  You can't just put my breasts on
television!  I'm a senator!" Two of the elves were standing on the
shoulders of two that were holding her wrists.  A camera was filming her
from the waist up as she stared in panic at the little hands on her
shoulder straps.  "No no no no!  Please!  AAAaaAAAhAAAHH!" The lovely lacy
garment left her body with a quick flick and her beautiful boobs were free.
They were a pair of real nice knockers too!  Nice and big but not
distractingly so, at least not when she was in a suit.  Bared like this,
many a viewer wondered why it was they hadn't paid more attention to those
amazing, legislative mounds.  The Senator whined loudly as Santa told the
camera man to get a good close up.  Her big nipples were framed in the
sharp bikini line from the aforementioned Carribean trip.  It was evident
that when on vacation she was nowhere near as reserved.

   "Keep calling in your donations folks!  Ten thousand buys the next
item." As they waited, the cameras stayed on the topless beauty who
couldn't grow acclimated to her public nudity.  Indeed, with every passing
moment she felt more and more embarrassed as her imagination pictured all
the televisions tuned in, all the strangers and maybe even worse, all the
people she knew that were staring at her bare breasts.  Making it even more
of an ordeal, she wasn't just held in one postion by the elves.  She was
leaned forward, arched backward, her arms were put straight up and then
behind her head.  Pose after pose enticed the audience until Santa
announced, "We have ten thousand!  Here goes something lacy!"

   "No!  Please!" But Santa stepped to her side and the cameras filmed her
panties.  With a magical whisk, Santa snnatched away her garter belt. 
"OH!" The Senator was both uncomfortable at the loss but also relieved that
her most private treasure was still private.

   The camera zoomed out to frame both the helpless politician and Santa
Claus twirling the garter belt around one finger.  "Ho Ho Ho!  You thought
you'd get to see some political pussy didn't you?  Not yet boys and girls.
Keep those phone calls coming though and the next thing to go will be
these!" He snapped her panty band and the Senator fumed.  "Senator
Dweiler's bureaucratic beaver needs twenty thousand pledged to our
Christmas charity." Phone calls resumed, faster than before.  Senator
Dweiler was turned around for the cameras.  The tireless elves holding her
forced her to bend foward a bit.  The Senator's lovely, voluptuous bum was
gorgeous in her panties but that wasn't quite good enough for Father
Christmas.  He deftly wedgied them up to reveal her beautiful butt cheeks.
The Senator yelped, then realizing that her ass was on display now,
screamed.  Cheers sounded all around and also throughout homes all over the
state.  The elves stood her straight up to give another view of her ass and
the narrow tan line on it.

   "Let me go let me go let me GO!!!  AAAAAHH!!" Her legs were put apart
and she was bent forward again.  A good long view, both distant and close
up was had before she was stood back up and turned around for yet another
ogling offering of her boobs.  Again the elves enjoyed posing her and this
time making her jiggle as well.  One of the TV crew even felt her up.

   An elf announced, "eighteen thousand six hundred and seventy dollars so
far!"

   Santa turned to the camera, "Less than fourteen hundred dollars of
donations remain.  Keep that Christmas spirit up folks and you'll see these
panties come off!"

   "Nineteen thousand!"

   "NO!" the Senator pleaded.  "You don't have to do this!  I've learned my
lesson!  At least let me keep a little bit of dignity!"

   "Nineteen thousand five hundred!"

   Santa smiled and ambled over slowly.  His elf shouted out the last few
numbers almost as a countdown.  "Nine thousand nine hundred fity!  Sixty!
Seventy!  Eighty!  Ninety!  Twenty thousand!"

   The Senator shrieked a split second before it happened.  Santa's finger
hooked the side of her panties and they were whisked away.  The Senator was
wide eyed and silent as she stared down, mouth wide open at her now
complete and very, very public nudity.  The cameras had been organized to
give the audience the full effect.  It was a full body shot, Santa in frame
as the panties were removed.  That moment was replayed three times at
regular speed before being replayed in slow motion twice more.  Then a
close up view of those panties as they were magically torn away twice. 
Slow motion of that close up sudden beaver baring three times.  Then it was
a close up of her face and that perfectly stunned expression a few times.
Again the original shot was replayed several times before the programming
returned to the live moment.  The Senator was blushing and whining,
stripped to her stockings and unable to cover even though thousands,
perhaps millions of viewers were staring at her boobs and bush.

   Finally the elves holding her relented and she was free to throw her
arms over her naked body.  No longer having her own nakedness to stare down
at, she gave a helpless look at the main camera.  At the perfect moment,
her arms were pulled away to give the audience another look at the gorgeous
politician's tan lined nudity.  "Isn't it over yet?  Can't you let me go?"
In response, she was turned around so that her bare ass could meet the
approval of the people.

   "Get a close up of that butt!," Santa said.  Senator Dweiler whimpered
terribly.  Santa directed the camera man further, "Hold that close up while
we turn her around."

   "NO!  OH, OH, OH!!!" Again her light brown triangle of bush was all that
anyone anywhere was looking at.

   "Pan up to those tits." "Oh, I swear I'll never take any money that
isn't mine ever again." She'd whispered it but due to Santa's magic, it
played over the airwaves.

   "We believe you," Santa said seeing that she had finally learned her
lesson.  "We'll just zoom out to give one last full frontal look before we
sign off."

   There she was, the beautiful, refined, humiliated elected official,
blushing and shivering in her embarrassment.  Santa's voice sounded one
last time.  "Merry Christmas everyone!"