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 "Time's up kid." With that Angelica unceremoniously dragged the youngster
off of the shopping mall Santa's lap.  Duane was the best store Santa in
the state, maybe the nation.  His two helpers in their elf costumes were
the worst.  Their names were Angelica (very light blonde, twenty one) and
Melinda (sultry dark haired twenty two year old).  The two girls hated kids
and didn't bother putting up much of a front at all when they were at work.
They were bored or rude, sometimes almost contemptuous of the people they
had to talk to.  They had only gotten their jobs because they were so
pretty.  The mall's manager would get a visit from Santa later on, but that
wouldn't be near as much fun to read about, so we'll just focus on the
girls.

   Santa himself didn't show up at the line.  It wouldn't do to confuse the
children by seeing two Santas in one place.  So a dozen christmas elves
were sent instead.  Everyone was amazed at the sight.  Just like Santa, the
authenticity of the elves couldn't be questioned when you saw them.  "Hello
Santa," said one of the elves when they got up to his chair.  "We're here
to help you out.  Angelica and Melinda can go now."

   Duane wasn't sad at all to hear that.  He was hard pressed to keep his
annoyance from showing even in costume.  The girls were a bit confused
though.  "We can go?"

   "You can go with us," another elf said, taking one of the lovelies by
the hand.  "There's a second line now."

   "What?"

   Around the long line of children, the two pretty girls in their neat
little Santa's helper costumes were led.  At the back of the Santa display
was a closed in area where the real Santa awaited.  Inside, away from the
crowds it was a very pleasant and quiet atmosphere.  Santa himself sounded
his famous laugh, "Ho Ho Ho!  Merry Christmas girls!  You two get to help
me out today."

   "Come on over," an elf said, bringing them to either side of Santa's
seat.  "Those outfits will need a bit of modification." With that, two
elves moved almost faster than the eye could follow, cutting away the
girls' Christmas costumes until less than half the material remained.

   "What the hell?" Melinda shouted.

   "This is indecent," Angelica said.  The girls were used to getting what
they wanted with their pretty faces, but neither were used to wearing
anything skimpy.  The outfits they had on still had the holiday hats, but
everything else was different.  The stripy tights they had on were missing,
leaving only stripy stockings on their legs, reaching just above the knee.
Their dresses were cut short, so short that from behind, just a little bit
of derrierre showed.  Both girls, much to their surprise, now had on thongs
under those skirts.  The dresses had been one piece things, but now they
were cut to two items, sexy midsections very bare.  The tops were low cut
and now were tight enough to press their breasts together for some sexy
cleavage.  Neither girl had big tits.  They were both just very lovely
mediums, but with these tops, there was still an impressive display of
decollatage.  Apart from all that, all the girls had on were gloves and
shoes with curled up spirals at the toes.

   "We can't dress like this for kids," Angelica said.

   "No, no, no," Santa said.  "This line will be for good boys and girls of
older ages."

   Santa's sexy little helpers looked to each other with dread.  "You don't
really mean that people are going to see us like this, do you?"

   "They'll even get souvenir photos!" Santa said happily.

   "Listen," Melinda said angrily, "We're not about to wear these
ridiculous things and shake for a bunch of perverts."

   "No one asked you to shake, but you will If I want you to." The outfits
were made of the same magical material as Deborah in the apartment building
story.  To make his point, Santa had the shoes and gloves move the girls
about in a fast tap dance that neither could do regularly.  The elves all
smiled at the rapid bounce of the pretty boobies in the tight tops.

   "Oh my god, oh my god!" "Stop!  How are you doing this?"

   The girls started walking against their will to Santa's chair.  Partway
there, he let up his control so they could do so willingly.  They both felt
terrible, but they realized just how powerless they were.  Santa called
out, "Let in the first good boys and girls!"

   The opening had curtains that parted to let people in without letting
shoppers outside see the risque show.  The elves let in five people at a
time, always adults that were curious about the grown up line for Santa.

   Adults sitting on Santa's lap would have been ridiculous, so a second
chair was put near his while he listened to their requests.  There was a
sign that they could see that told them what to do.  Anything that they
couldn't get for themselves was a fair request.  Some wanted extra vacation
time.  Some wanted less arguments at home.  Whatever it was, Santa always
said that he would do whatever he could.

   In addition to those wishes, every one of those happy grown ups were
allowed to take a photo with Santa's helpers for a few dollars.  "It all
goes to my special charity," Santa said, "the Extreme North Fund.  This
won't bring in as much as my television appearance last year, but every bit
helps."

   Angelica and Melinda resisted the first photo.  "You can't take pictures
of us like this!" "I'm going home now!" Of course that was impossible.  The
magic gloves and shoes moved the girls wherever they were required.

   Santa told them, "You'll do what I want willingly or otherwise.  If you
behave, then you'll only need to go through this today."

   The girls imagined having to wear these ridiculous, skimpy outfits for
photos with strangers day after day.  "Does it have to be pictures?"
Angelica whined.

   Santa said out loud one of the rules on the sign that every person
coming could see.  "The photos are never are they to be published
anywhere."

   Instead of thousands of people seeing them like this, only dozens would.
The girls weren't really very comforted by that.  One by one total
strangers talked to Santa for a couple minutes, then they were offered
their chance to have their photo taken with the sexy duo.  An elf, a real
elf, operated the camera while the two naughty girls were made to get close
to any smiling stranger.  Sometimes it was one photo.  Sometimes for a few
dollars more it was two.  Some took the maximum five pictures.  The girls
were made to turn around and bend over a bit or pose all cheesecake style.
The gloves and shoes helped them with that even though they didn't resist.
If it weren't for the pathetic expressions on their beautiful faces, it
would look like they were were completely willing.

   After nine or so people talked to Santa and got their pictures, a
shining example of the height of the nice list arrived.  "Hello, Warren"
Santa said with even more warmth than normal.  "You've been very, very good
this year haven't you."

   "I've really tried," Warren said.

   "And what do you want for Christmas?"

   "I'd kind of like for my allergies to let up this year a bit." The guy
looked like he had allergies.  He was skinny and pale and goofy.

   Santa assured him that his allergies would cause him less trouble.  He
talked with him few minutes more than normal.  Then he waved a hand at his
two sexy helpers.  "Since you've been so good this year, you can have a
pair of miniskirts as well, Warren."

   "WHAT!" both girls shouted.

   Warren was stunned to hear it.  He looked over at the lovely young
ladies.  His eyes moved up the gorgeous legs to the tiny skirts they were
wearing.  His face lit up.  "I don't think they want to do that Santa."

   "But they've been terribly naught this year.  Angelica, Melinda, take
those skirts off."

   The girls reeked of indignation, but the gloves moved their hands
against their will.  Angelica demanded to her friend, "Do we have to do
this?"

   As their skirts moved down their sexy legs, Melinda whined, "You're not
going to let him have pictures like this are you?"

   The girls turned around showing a grateful group of people their sexy,
pert young booties.  Skinny Warren walked over quickly to the photo area.
The girls did as they had before, squeezing in close while his arms circled
around their waists.  Click!  Santa told them with a laugh, "Now give him a
little kiss on the cheek!"

   Both girls wanted nothing more than to shout and curse, but they did as
they were told as another photo clicked.  They turned so that their
backsides were to the camera, smiling Warren still between them.  After
that picture, they held that pose as Warren put his arms around them again,
taking a butt cheek in each hand for the last picture.  The girls both
squealed at his touch, and they pouted as they were fondled.

   Melinda's eyes watered a bit as she asked, "Can we put our skirts back
on now?"

   "They belong to Warren now," Santa said, throwing them to the happy
gentleman.  The girls watched in terror as their tiny skirts left, leaving
them for the duration with only their brightly colored thongs to protect
their lower bodies.

   "You mean we're going to be bare assed for every picture now?"

   The girls kept up their complaining, much to the entertainment of the
people waiting in line.  The girls led the next person to Santa, still
demanding that it was unfair to take their skirts.  Whenever they were
turned toward anyone, they would try to hold one or both hands over their
fabulous little buns.  Their embarrassment was adorable.  It was also
pointless.  When the photos were taken, they weren't able to protect their
modesty at all.  The next guy bought extra pictures.  The first one was
with the girls pressed close to the guy while he smiled.  The next, they
were turned to the camera, their hands over bums, looking over their
shoulders with worry.  In the third, he told them to move their hands, and
their magical gloves forced them to comply.  After that shot, with their
bare buns showing, was the last one, and the guy put his hands to their
rears, clutching a butt cheek of each of the sexy bare ass Santa Helpers
while they squealed.

   "These are wonderful!" he said as he saw the photos.  He left the poor
girls to blush and bring the next person forward.  It followed that way. 
Angelica and Melinda just couldn't get used to it at all.  Every photo that
was taken was terrible for them, and almost every time they had their
pretty buns grabbed for at least one picture.

   Quite a lot of people got wonderful bare butt pictures.  One of them, a
nice looking older woman, did something entirely unexpected.  In the very
last of her five photos, she had lovely blonde Angelica turn to the side
and thrust her butt out.  Much to Angelica's shock, the woman pressed a
kiss to her butt!  It left a very clear lipstick mark.  Santa's magic saw
to it that the kiss mark would be unsmearable and very clear from then on!

   After a few more, Melinda demanded, "What time is it?" Much to her
chagrin, she found out that there was plenty of time to go before there
would even be a break for lunch.  It was going to be a long day.

   Of course things got worse eventually.  Another person, particularly
high up on the nice list was offered an extra present.  "Extra?" he said.
He was a short guy in a three piece suit with almost no hair.  To say that
he was not much to look at was more than fair.  The girls cringed at the
thought of this guy getting a piece of their costumes.  They had been
hoping and hoping and hoping that their skirts would be the only things
they would lose.  Neither Santa nor Captain Quixote would leave it at that
though.

   Santa asked the little suited guy, "Michael, would you like to have the
girl's tops?"

   His eyes got huge behind his thick glasses.  "Seriously?" He looked over
at the girls with a great big smile.  "Oh yes!  That brunette especially!"
The girls took several steps in place, nervously wishing for this to stop
before it got that far.  Let there be a fire alarm or something!  No such
luck.  Santa motioned for the girls to doff their tops.  They didn't do it
on their own, but that didn't matter at all!  Their magic gloves gripped
the underside of each top.  "AAH!" "NO!" Then they were lifted, up past the
pretty, pretty, pretty boobies that bounced out, then off of the girls
completely.

   Once the tops were off, they were handed over to the guy in the suit. 
He was just staring blatantly back and forth from one pair of tits to the
other.  Melinda's tits were as fantastic as he had hoped, her tan skin had
no tan lines.  Her nipples were dark, almost brown.  Angelica's tits were
just as nice it turned out.  They were a touch smaller than Melinda's and
shaped more like pert firmies than Melinda's round jugs.  Angelica's
nipples were fairly high, soft pink things on skin that wasn't pale, but
was lighter than tan Melinda.

   Once the tops were handed over, the gloves let the girls move as they
pleased again.  Immediately their hands covered their tits, Melinda's
pressed onto hers with fingers spread wide.  Angelica crossed her hands
over, right hand on left boob, left hand on right boob.  They shuddered
there under the scrutiny of the strangers in line for half a minute before
they were made to take their first topless photographs.

   Michael stood to one side of them with a grin.  Melinda and Angelica
were right next to each other, tits covered frowning for the camera while
Michael copped a feel of Angelica's ass.  For the next one he got behind
Angelica, looking over her shoulder.  He grabbed her wrists and pulled her
hands away from her tits while the elf with the camera took the picture and
laughed.

   In the next one he stood between the two girls holding a squirming
Angelica to him, his hand still on her butt.  His other hand held Melinda's
hands down so that her lovely tits could be captured on film as well.  It
was easy for him since the magical gloves helped him out a great deal.  The
helpless helpers were turned to the camera for a bare ass shot.  In the
last one he had a hand on both bare bottoms while the girls blushed
furiously.  That was his last photo though, and he left them there,
cowering and covering their tits with their hands again.

   Normally these two girls were entirely confident.  Their nakedness made
them so very timid as they brought the next person over to Santa.  They
were dreading the long string of photos that would be taken of them with
their tits showing.  It happened again and again.  They were made to pose
for pictures with these people, so many and total strangers.  When it was
time for a single photo, they were made to drop their hands and let their
treasures be seen.  When anyone paid for more, they would have to show both
tits and ass to the camera.  Quite a few people enjoyed taking a butt cheek
or two in hand for a photo.

   A little over a dozen people ogled and touched the girls before a very
proper and respectable looking old man took his fifth photo with the girls
not only topless, but with his hands on their tits.  "OH!" "You pervert!"
The girls raged and shouted, but they couldn't move away from the smiling,
white haired old man.

   Melinda complained, "Santa, you're not going to let him do that are
you?" But Santa only grinned and gave a knowing look to the people waiting.
Melinda groaned loudly and Angelica's eyes watered up.  That old man was
just the first.  From then on people getting their pictures taken with the
two sexy brats would be able to fondle bare tit at their leisure.

   Some people that took photos with the girls didn't touch them much at
all.  Most of them, however, made certain to grab a little ass.  Not quite
half of them copped a good feel of one girl's tits.  Sometimes both.  All
the while, the girls had to pose for the camera.  Sometimes that wasn't a
problem.  Other times they had to turn around and bend over or adopt some
other lewd pose.  They got plenty of direction from certain people.  "Arch
your back a bit more." "No, put just one arm up." "Lean forward just a bit
more." One of Santa's guests even made the girls get on all fours for two
photos.

   By then the day was halfway over, but that was when another special name
from the nice list showed up.  "Gary!" Santa said.  "What a good boy you've
been this year!"

   Angelica and Melinda were both horrified to hear that.  They knew what
it implied.  Both of them clutched their little panties protectively.

   Gary was fifty and about as average looking as it gets.  He was a bit
surprised that he was singled out as being so nice.  Anyone who knew him
wouldn't have been surprised at all.  You couldn't find a more agreeable or
charitable man.  His Christmas wish wasn't even for himself.  He had a
small list of ideas concerning friends, family and neighbors.  Yes, he
definitely deserved to walk away with the girls' panties.  Santa smiled and
told him, "Very good Gary.  I'll do as much as I can.  In the meantime, for
yourself, I hope you'll take some panties with you."

   The girls shrieked in terror at hearing that.  "Santa no!" "Don't make
us give this guy our panties!"

   "Ho Ho Ho!  Of course not.  He'll take them off of you."

   "What?" Both girls had shouted that together.  To doff their own
clothing was one thing.  To have someone take it from them was another.  At
first Gary thought he couldn't.  The girls hoped and hoped for him to
decline.  Santa of course, convinced him to go through with it.

   Gary was even going to be allowed more than the limit of five photos. 
Free of charge.  He took a couple with the red faced young pretties
standing on either side of him.  In the first Angelia had her bum to the
camera and Melinda had to show her tits.  In the next it was the other way
around Melinda's ass and Angelica's perky tits.  Gary couldn't wipe the
smile off his face.  Everyone watching was enjoying the show while the
girls tried to keep from making eye contact with anyone.

   In the next photo it was just Angelica and Gary.  She stood in place
while he got down and got a grip on her waistband.  While Angelica wriggled
in suspense the camera clicked once.  Then Gary yanked the panties down,
baring her sexy little patch of dark bush.  Angelica was screaming as the
photo was taken.  Another photo followed immediately when she put one hand
over her muff.

   Melinda had the same series of photos.  First, Gary's hands at her
panties while she murmured, "No, no, no." Next, panties pulled down, dark
triangle exposed while she squealed.  A third picture caught Melinda's
perfectly depressed little frown while her hands covered her beaver.

   Gary pocketed the colorful panties.  He thought he was finished, but the
elf with the camera had an idea for three last pictures.  In the first,
lucky Gary had the naked duo turned away from the camera and he had a hand
on each lovely butt.  A second shot had the naked, blushing girls turned
around while Gary reached around them to squeeze one lovely booby on each.
The final shot was in the same position except that Gary's hands moved down
to run through each lovely bush.  "Thank you girls," he said.

   "Drop dead, jerk," Melinda said.  "Go to hell," embarrassed Angelica
said.

   Santa told them, "You'll have to be nicer than that.  You're my helpers
after all."

   The girls fumed visibly as they forced the words, "Merry Christmas sir."

   They covered their pussies as they got the next person in line.  They
even tried to smile, just to prove to Santa that they were playing along
like they were supposed to.  It was hard for them to keep from pouting or
frowning.  It was just impossible for them to keep the returning blush from
their faces whenever naked pictures were taken with some smiling stranger.
As before, a lot of people enjoyed putting a hand to the pretty pair,
sometimes their buns, sometimes their boobs, sometimes even their fabulous
bushes.  Fingers and palms explored those bodies all over.  Nothing was
worse for them than when someone would run a finger along their pussy lips.
Neither girl could keep from letting out a whine of protest.  Despite all
that, every time, they forced themselves to say Merry Christmas.  Sometimes
they managed to say "We hope you enjoyed it."

   At the end of the day, after hundreds of naked photos and countless
grabby hands, the poor girls were so regretful of their former actions,
that they could sincerely promise to be the best Santa's helpers the mall
had ever had.  "You'd better be," Santa said, "or else I'll have to set up
this special adult area again."

   "NO!" "Don't do that!" "We'll be good!" "We promise, trust us!"

   "Of course I trust you now," Santa said.  "One last thing though. 
Duane, the store's Santa, is a very deserving man, but he couldn't be here
for this since he was working the children's line.  So after work tomorrow,
I expect the two of you to pose with him like you have for the people
today. At least a dozen photos."

   "With Duane?" "But we work with him!" The girls saw that Santa was
couldn't be convinced to let them off the hook.  So they agreed with much
chagrin.  They had all day tomorrow to dread that final favor.