The choices looked bad for Clara. There was one security officer, three husbands with their wives, five or six male clerks, mostly with pimply faces, and several hundred housewives with kids. Oh, phooey! The best looking of the kids was a Volunteer himself. Clara needed a stud.

"Mommy, we need to get back in line!" Melissa was dragging at her mother. Six-year-olds really don't care if a pick-up is happening. They want their moment with Santa Claus. "Mommy, why are those ladies taking their clothes off? They aren't home." Oh, dear.

"Mrs. Schmidt? I am Corporal Madison. I have been assigned to help you." The tall lady Marine looked like a player for a women's professional basketball team, and a big one at that. She held out a small device to Clara. "This is a card reader. If you place your card in the slot, you can see how it displays all of the sub scores with tags explaining what they are. As you can see, you have good scores across the board, with your best ones in parenting and in, well, sex. You are intelligent, but not really creative. You can get all of this information for any prospective concubine that you might want to choose. You are allowed four with your score of 7.4. The first thing I am going to ask you about is your family. Are there any more kids at home? Is there a husband or boy friend at home? There are more lady volunteers here than guys, so if you have someone, we can make ONE attempt to collect him."

"Mommy, what about Santa?" Melissa was nothing if not persistent.

"No, I'm divorced. No guy right now. I guess that I'll have to make do with the wimpy selection here. I just need to keep tr... where..? Melissa? Gary? My kids are missing. Where did they get to...?"

"I'm watching them, Mom!" Angela pointed to where the six-year-old girl and the eight-year-old boy had decided that if no one else was interested in staying in line, then it was okay to take cuts. Gary was helping his sister into Santa's lap.

"Thank you, Honey. Mom's going to be busy for a bit. Can you keep track of them and not stray too far?" Thank goodness the middle school had lost power today. At thirteen Angela could be trusted to keep track of the kids.

Clara looked around. "I need a man." There were a lot of women with kids here. Most in the near area were still dressed. One woman was obviously interviewing already. Ok. Clara had volunteered for the Navy. She had always shied away from physical confrontations. So she was not going to be home, sometimes. She needed a Mommy, maybe two. One stud. "Corporal, can you explain a couple of things to me? What's the home situation going to be? I'll be Navy."

Corporal Madison explained that she would be on missions of several months duration. She would generally be allowed to bring one concubine along.

"Hmm, one stud means that I have him with me and no pregnant Harem. Or, I leave him with the Harem and no sex for me."

"Hon, with your scores and the situation, I bet you are bisexual in two weeks or less. You need to make the others do it with you to bind them to you. It REALLY cuts down on problems."

Clara was a bit shocked by this, but not disgusted. She had thought a few times... And lately, in the fitness center, some of the ladies in the showers.... Darn. She needed a man badly! Well, she could at least try. "OK, I'll consider that, but first I need a decent guy."

"Mommy, what about Santa?"

"Later, Melissa."

"But isn't Santa a man?" Clara finally heard what Melissa was saying. She turned to Santa and found him with Melissa in his lap, while a cute elf girl was rubbing up against his shoulder. Angela was sitting on a stool nearby watching Melissa and Gary. Santa was a very large man, with the traditional, fake curly white-haired wig and a full beard. The beard looked better than the wig, like the one on Santa Claus in 'A Miracle on 34th street'. The original version, that is.

"Santa do you have a CAP Card? Do you consider yourself a stud?" Clara could not believe that she had said that. Angela giggled.

Santa asked Mrs. Claus to grab his bag. Mrs. Claus was a buxom middle-aged lady, or well, it was hard to tell under the costume and wig. Santa pulled out his card from a suit bag that he obviously used for the Santa costume. He had a quite respectable 6.0. Clara popped it into her card reader. Not very aggressive -- less than her, actually. A decent parent. Average intelligence and ... Holy Reindeers! "Corporal, am I reading this right?"

Madison looked it over. "Looks like he's super stud. If you don't take him I will, I'll get rid of one of mine."

Clara looked at the name on the Card. "Paul would you... What the hell are you doing with my daughter?"

To be fair, Melissa and Gary were with Mrs. Claus. The elf had pulled Santa's hat and wig off and had shed most of her clothes. She had one foot on each arm of the huge Santa chair and was pressing her pussy into his face. He was fondling her backside with one hand and gripping the armrest with the other. Angela had unbuckled the huge black belt and located the pillow and padding arrangement under the coat. She had that unfastened and was trying to get his pants undone. Angela had apparently been paying attention in health class where they were discussing pickups.

"Daughter? Oh, that's her? I thought it was you. Stop that, honey." He was seriously hampered by the elf in his face, the one that he could not get enough leverage to remove.

"But Mom, thirteen is old enough for oral sex in pickups. They told us. And if he's going to be your stud, then he gets me too, in just nine months. It's the elf that's in the way." About then she got the pants unfastened and Santa obligingly raised his hips so that she could pull them down. He was wearing some kind of knit shorts under the pants so Angela's work was not done, yet.

About then, a young lady arrived and unloaded three kids with Mrs. Claus. One was only months old. The young lady left as Clara figured out that the mall's day care had just closed for extraction. A Marine was trailing along with the young lady and kids, apparently to keep her from just abandoning them someplace besides their parents. Mrs. Claus calmed her baby by unbuttoning and popping a breast into his mouth. Melissa was entranced.

"That reminds me. Paul, are you married?" He seemed to be saying no. It was hard to tell because of the moaning elf. It seemed he had a nice tongue. "Kids?" One finger was raised. "Will there be any problems with picking the kid up?" He waved his hand to the side, but she didn't understand.

"Mommy, of course he's married. He is married to Mrs. Claus. Don't you know anything?" Gary could occasionally become quite sarcastic.

"Wow, summer sausage!"

"What did you say Angela?" Clara looked down at her daughter again and gasped. Summer sausage, indeed!

"Mrs. Kimball said we should never make fun of how small a guy was. She said that they came in several sizes though: vienna sausage; hot dogs, uncooked; large sausages, cooked; and kielbasa. This is bigger around than a kielbasa, though."

"It certainly is. Take that back out of your mouth this instant! You don't know where it's been. I can't believe that I just said that. Uhh, I guess I had better take over." Clara moved up beside her daughter and looked at the monstrosity before her - it was maybe eight inches long. It was certainly hard and ready to go. However, it was over three inches in diameter. "Honey, I don't think you are going to be able to have sex with this even in nine months. We may have to do something else for you for a year or so." Clara decided that she needed to verify the stud scores -- personally, of course. Her clothes started coming off faster and faster. The elf was screaming now. She collapsed and let go of the huge wingbacks of the chair. Santa was still holding on to her ass so she fell back and her legs went up into the air. He kept licking away at her bald pussy. Her head ended up in his lap and she saw the penis beside her face. She leaned over to take a swipe with her tongue.

"Back off, elf girl, I'm next." Clara was getting quite possessive about that summer sausage. The elf grumpily got down from her upside-down position, with the assistance of Santa, Clara and Angela. Clara climbed up and sat on Santa's lap. She decided that she did not want to kiss him, covered in girl juice as he was, so she faced away from him. The huge erection was pushing up against the crack in her ass as she slid back. "Take off that beard, Santa."

"Sorry, it's real. My hair turned white by the time I was twenty-seven." Santa had a nice voice. Not as deep as the stereotype, but nice and masculine. He had one hand on her pussy and one on her breast already. They were really getting her in the mood.

"Uhh, okay, keep that up for a bit. I may have some problems getting that thing in. It's a lot bigger than Pinkie. Umm, you have nice hands."

"Who's Pinkie?"

"Oh. My favorite vibrator. My main man for the last couple of years." Clara decided to change the subject. What was that about your kid? Under thirteen? Oh, that's nice."

"Under thirteen weeks. Gloria and I first got together when we did this last year. I want her and the kids to come too. Only one is mine, but I don't want to separate them."

Clara giggled. "You mean Santa and Mrs. Claus really are a set? OK, I'll talk to her. For now, though, we need to get this show on the road." She raised herself up and tried to reach under to grab him. Angela reached in, grabbed him and pushed him into place. "Angela, stop that. You can have your turn later."

"Really? Tonight?"

"Ohh, phooey. No. I didn't mean... You will be able to examine and touch him. But there are rules. We will go over them later. Now back off and give me some room. Turn around and go find something else to do."

Clara placed the huge head against her pussy and started lowering. It fit, barely, slowly. She slid up and lowered herself again, gaining an inch. It took a few minutes but it was finally all in. She was in wonderful pain. Santa, err, Paul was still playing with her clit and her breasts. Clara was nearly in a state of orgasm already. She started raising and lowering herself and had a small one. Then she had another; she kept up her movements as long as she could before losing herself to the granddaddy of all orgasms.

When Clara came to, she heard a familiar voice calling out in ecstasy. "Ohh, Elf. That feels greeeaat!" Clara sat bolt upright. She had been laid down on the thick rug next to Santa's chair and his robe was covering her. Angela was about ten feet away, sitting on Elf's face. She was nude from her ankles up. Elf was obviously molesting her with her tongue. Just as obviously, Angela loved it.

"What is going on? Angela?" Well, Angela was collapsing. No answers there.

"Elf? What do you think you're doing? She's only thirteen." Clara was standing over the elf girl who was looking up at Clara's dripping pussy.

"Uhh, she said that she was supposed to test drive me for your Harem. That she would be getting me to play with whenever you were busy with Santa, err, Paul. If she was lying... Oh, hell, there goes my shot."

"Well, uhh, Blast. Ok, I'll talk to her. If her story matches yours then I will reconsider, but if she says you talked her into it, I am going to have that Marine stun you." Clara started to walk over to the Clauses, but a handsome black lady stepping up to her diverted her.

"Ma'am. I heard some of what you were saying to that lady Marine earlier. Did you mean it?" she asked.

"Uhh, mean what? I forget."

"You were talking about going Bi. I have to tell you that I have been bi for years. If you want to test the idea out, before you decide on some girl, I am a great one to try it with. All I ask is that if you decide to take a bi girl with you that you consider me. I have five kids aged three to twelve that I want to get out. My name is Chandra." She offered her hand. Clara took it.

"Look, I never... that is, I was planning... Umm, let's go lie down on that thick carpet over there."

Chandra took over and used her hands and her tongue to quickly bring Clara back to her previous state of excitement. She had one quick orgasm and then Chandra put her tongue onto her pussy lips. Clara slowly lost control of everything and soon she was crashing back into unconsciousness.

Clara was not sure if she would go bi or not, but this she was keeping. If she didn't want to lick pussy, she didn't have to. But Chandra was part of the team. She sat up and looked around again. Everyone was waiting on her.

"Angela. Did you tell Elf to give you a test drive because I was giving her to you to play with?"

"Well, you told me to find something else to do." Angela seemed unrepentant.

"We will talk later, young lady. Gloria. You want to stay with Santa, uhh, Paul? That means you are going to be bisexual. Chandra can give lessons if you don't know how."

"Yes, and I know how. But practice makes perfect." Mrs. Claus looked much younger and prettier without the apron, the bulky, fake bosom and the dress. She still had an impressive set of breasts, but that was partially because she was nursing. Clara found herself wondering if Gloria liked having her breasts nursed at as much as she had when she was nursing. John had liked to give quality control tests. "Ok, one more! Elf. What is your name?"

"It's just Jane. I've always hated it. You can call me Elf if you like. Uhh, yeah, I want to go with you. I'll do everything. I have a kid though." Elf only looked sixteen. Small, less than five feet tall, slim, with small breasts.

"Of course we'll take the kid. How old?" Clara asked. She was looking at the fake elf ears, wondering how they would look permanently modified to those points.

"Her name is Annabelle. She will be three in January." Elf smiled at the stares. "I get that a lot. I'm twenty-one. Here." She handed over her CAP Card. Belatedly, so did the rest. Clara found nothing to make her change her mind.

"OK, we're good to go." As she guided her group to the Marine they were listening to the Christmas music:

"I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus, underneath the mistletoe, one night."

"Mommy, why is Santa naked? And Mrs. Claus has milk but we need more cookies if Santa is coming home with us."