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Story title : Strip Searchin' Santa
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Strip Searchin' Santa
by Deputy Duffy (stonedog99_1999@yahoo.com)
***
A blonde lawyer losses a big case. Her boss wants to
show her a little bit of what her client will endure
when she gets to prison. And it just happens to be
Christmas time. (MF/F, exh, nc, mast)
***
The distinctive tick of the large oak grandfather clock
was the only sound heard, as the two lawyers sat in
wonderment. Their boss had just called them into his
office, presented his proposal, and left them alone to
make their decisions.
"What do you think, Stewart?"
Stewart looked at the pretty blonde who had asked the
question and tried to play it tough. "Doesn't look like
we have much choice, now. We blew it, plain and
simple."
"I still don't know...maybe..."
"What, after this case, you wanna look for another
job?"
"No, it's not that, it's just..."
"Look Alexandra, I'm not that happy about it either,
and I know, I know," Stewart said, reading her face. "I
know I'm a guy, and it's a little different. But it's
only once, and we get to go home after that, and, most
important, we keep our jobs."
"But, I don't know...I'll...I mean, we'll be the
laughing stock of the...."
"We already are!" Stewart interrupted. "We already
are."
The room fell deathly silent, except for the clock. The
ticking seemed to hypnotize Alexandra. Her mind raced
back in time, nearly a year. It was another Christmas
season.
She had a good paying job as a defense attorney, with a
large, well-known firm, located high in a skyscraper.
She had so many reasons besides the holidays to be
excited. She had just celebrated her first wedding
anniversary. She had finally moved out of the big city,
into a large home with a white picket fence. She was
looking forward to starting a family. She seemingly had
it all going for her, when she got the call she had
been waiting for.
Her first murder defense.
Her client was Heather Bracey, the wife of a wealthy
real-estate developer, who had turned up dead. The
evidence was thin and circumstantial, but Heather was
arrested and charged with his murder.
Alexandra was happy that her boss, Ben Davis, had
finally called her number. She had been working at the
firm for 10 years and was starting to think that the
old boys system might be more than just her
imagination.
Of course, she still had to work on the case with
Stewart Hart, a handsome lawyer, known for his smooth
style. They worked night and day, much to the chagrin
of her new husband. Their first success was getting
Heather freed on bail. Their second was getting a
predominantly female jury. Then the case finally came
to trial.
In the much publicized case, everything was going well
for the defense...that is, until a surprise witness
turned up at the last moment, a woman who said she
heard Heather threaten to kill her husband, "one of
these days, for his life insurance money." It was
questionable, but it seemed to swing the jury. The
guilty verdict blared from news reports for days. That
verdict meant life without parole for Heather and a
black eye for the firm.
"Well, I'm signing the damn thing," Stewart cried out,
startling Alexandra back to reality. "There, now I need
a drink. Care to follow?"
"Huh?" She blinked. "Aren't we supposed..."
"I don't know," Stewart snapped. "Fuck if I know
anything anymore...other than there's a bottle of
bourbon out there with my name on it."
The sound of the slamming door jarred Alexandra's
already frayed nerves. It also reminded her of her
client, locked away behind bars.
"Just think of what she's going through. Isn't that
what Mr. Davis said?" Alexandra sighed, as she signed
her name to the papers that her boss had drawn up. She
almost laughed at the pen's red ink. It was like she'd
just signed in her own blood. She knew there was no
going back, now.
She rose from her seat just as her boss opened the
door. "All signed?" he asked. Alexandra couldn't even
look him in the eye. She just nodded in passing. "Good.
Then I guess we'll see you Friday night." Alexandra
cringed at just how literal his comment was.
She fled to the parking lot, hopped in her new car, and
then drove and drove. She didn't even know where to go.
She thought about joining Stewart for some drinks. But
she knew how that would look. She could go home to her
husband. But he would just have sex on his mind, and
that's the last thing she wanted right now. She finally
found herself at her favorite aunt's house, some two
hours away from where she'd started.
Alexandra was an orphan and an only child. Aunt Mildred
was all she had in the way of family and had seemingly
always been there for her. Mildred also put her through
law school. She sat in the car almost afraid to move,
but she just had to tell someone, and mostly she needed
someone to tell her it was going to be alright.
Alexandra finally got the courage to ring the doorbell.
Her aunt was happy to see her, but not surprised,
because she had been following the case on TV. After
some small talk, Mildred asked the crucial question:
"How'd things go with your boss?"
Alexandra, through a flood of tears, went on to burble
a rambling blow-by-blow account of that meeting.
"Here, now, it's not that bad," her aunt said, wiping
some tears with a hankie. "I mean, I'm not sure I heard
you right."
"I know...I-I still...c-can't believe it." Alexandra
sniffled.
"So, let's see if I got this straight," her aunt said,
handing over the hankie. "First your boss tells you
that he's angry with your courtroom performance, and he
scolds you for missing that witness. He goes on to say
that you should experience just a small taste of what
your client will endure in her trip to prison, and then
maybe next time you won't be so careless. He says he
should fire both of you, but he will give you one more
shot, if you..."
"Yep," Alexandra said, nodding her head, and then she
blew her nose.
"Oh my!"
"And it's all in writing. I already signed it,"
Alexandra moaned.
"Oh, my dear!"
"Yeah, I'm going to have to do it now...I guess."
"H-have you ever..." her aunt mumbled, looking for the
words.
"What, been Strip-Searched?" Alexandra gasped, and then
just shook her head.
"Ok, ah, I knew that, but did you ever see someone
else?"
"Nope," Alexandra groaned. "I can only imagine."
"Not for long."
"Auntie!"
Both women enjoyed a nervous giggle, before Aunt
Mildred scratched her head. "You said you wouldn't know
who was strip-searching you. I don't get it."
"Well, that's where the firm's Christmas party comes
into play," Alexandra said. She stood up and started to
nervously pace the floor. "It's like a costume party,
too. We all dress up in Christmas-like costumes, so..."
Oh, so the guy will be wearing a costume?"
"Yep, a Santa costume."
"A Santa costume!" her aunt said with a laugh. "Funny -
- A Strip-searchin' Santa."
"Oh, funny, Ha-Ha."
"No..., I believe that's 'Ho-HO.'"
"Auntie!"
"I'm just trying to lighten you up a bit. Geez, it's
not the end of the world. It's just a little nudity.
It's not like you're old or overweight or anything."
"It's not that, Auntie. I didn't tell the worst part...
The guys I work with... my fellow lawyers... well, they
get to, ah, watch, too," Alexandra stammered.
"What?"
"Yeah, the way my boss put it...it's like I'm their
naked Christmas present."
"But, how?"
"Though this glass window in one of the conference
rooms... worst part is I won't be able to see them, but
they'll... Oh, I don't want to even think about it."
"Ok, if you can't see 'em, then just pretend they're
not there."
"Easier said..."
"I know, but you have to try to put it out of mind...
and from the sound of it, you have little choice. You
just have to get some more cases under your belt and
then find a better place to work, maybe even
go out on your own."
"Yeah, that sounds good, Auntie." Alexandra hugged her.
Her aunt walked her to the door and gave one last piece
of advice. "Don't tell your hubby."
Alexandra agreed. She remembered how mad he'd gotten
last year when he found out that her boss had made a
new rule that spouses weren't allowed at the firm's
Christmas party -- and how jealous he was about her
spending so much time with Stewart. Alexandra was less
depressed as she made the long drive home. Even though
her aunt had had some fun teasing her, she felt better.
As the days passed, Alexandra's nerves were fraying.
She spent some time searching for a costume, until her
boss informed her that he had special costumes for her
and Stewart to wear at the party. Alexandra tried to
put it out of her mind, but she just couldn't. She
remembered the see-through elf costume that her boss
made Victoria, the only other female attorney, wear
last year.
"But at least she had something on." Alexandra sighed
as she stood in front of the full length mirror on the
back of her bathroom door. Wrapped in a towel, she
stared at her reflection. "God, I'm even afraid to drop
the towel now. How am I ever going to get through it?"
Finally, it was Friday afternoon, and Alexandra found
herself in her boss's office. She looked at the tall
clock. "In less then an hour I'll probably be naked,"
she sighed.
Stewart joined her a short time later, followed by her
boss, who promptly pulled two shopping bags from his
closet. "Here are your costumes; everything you need is
inside," he said, handing each of them a bag. "Mr.
Hart, you can change in the bathroom across the hall.
Mrs. Montana, you can use my private bath right here."
Alexandra made her way past her boss and into a small
bathroom. She quickly locked the door behind her and
put the bag down on the counter next to the sink. She
stared at the brown bag for several minutes, too scared
to look inside. She could hear the sounds of music, so
she knew the party was underway, and they were waiting
for her.
"God, how did I get myself into this?" She opened the
bag and slowly took out the items one by one. "Well, I
guess it could have been worse."
She took a deep breath, kicked off her shoes, and
slipped out of her blouse, folding it neatly on the
counter. Her skirt followed. She wiped a bead of sweat
from her forehead. The heat from the bright lights, she
surmised.
She glanced at the door, just to double-check the lock,
before unhooking and removing her bra. Finally, she
rolled down her panties. She was now standing stark
naked in her boss's bathroom. That simple fact made her
heart begin to race, and she sped up her movements. She
grabbed the plastic bag that had a small pair of
panties in them. It was a struggle to rip open the bag,
her ample breasts bouncing and shaking with the effort.
"Finally," Alexandra gasped as she pulled the panties
out. She shook her head at the small red and green
candy-canes print on the white cotton panties. She felt
like a little girl when she wiggled into them. Next was
a flimsy, makeshift bra, little more than a strapless
strip of white silk. Like the panties, it was just a
little too small.
Then she reached for the tiny skirt. It was red (with
white fur trim), extremely low-rise, and held together
by only two buttons. There was a matching red crop-top.
She dropped the black high-heeled pumps on the floor
and shook her head, wondering how they knew her size.
But when she stepped into them, she found that they
were a bit too big, so she figured someone had just
guessed -- and nearly got it right.
Finally, she put on the stocking cap, also red with
white fur trim, and then stepped back to look at
herself in the mirror that hung over the sink. She just
shook her head. "I'm like Santa's slutty little
helper," she muttered.
"Let's see. My skirt's too short, my top's too small,
and the silk bandeau ought to have been a real bra. And
what's with these heels -- could they be any taller?"
Alexandra stared at her reflection. "Oh yeah, Mr. Davis
picked out this costume...no doubt about it!" Anger
replaced sarcasm in her voice.
A knock on the door startled Alexandra, and it was a
moment before she could open the door. She expected to
see her boss, but it was Stewart, instead, wearing his
costume. She let out a small giggle, before she
apologized. He was wearing the same costume as she was,
except he was carrying his high heels.
"If they think I'm wearing these they're crazy."
Alexandra couldn't help giggling again. It was strange,
but seeing him in that outfit relaxed her. It really
could have been worse, she sighed.
Tom Jackson, one of their colleagues, came up at that
moment and immediately started to guffaw. Eventually,
after he calmed down, he lead them to the conference
rooms. Alexandra went into the large conference room,
Stewart into the smaller one.
Once inside, Alexandra spotted the mirror and blushed
at her reflection. She knew there were faces behind
there, but not exactly who or exactly how many. But she
got the feeling that there were a lot, because she
could hear hooting and hollering, even though the
conference rooms were supposed to be soundproof.
She spent some time scanning the room looking for
hidden cameras. She had made sure that the proposal she
signed stated that there were to be no cameras and no
photos of her search. She looked back at the glass. She
shrugged, praying that her boss was the man of his word
that he'd always said he
was.
Then the door opened, startling Alexandra. The sight of
a large woman dressed all in black entering the
conference room startled her more, even though she knew
the woman was coming. Her boss had hired a prison guard
from out of state to train and then to assist the
mystery Santa with the strip-search.
"Hi, Alexandra, my name is Beth, and I'm Santa's little
helper." Alexandra extended her hand in greeting, but
the large woman just shook her head. "No. Don't be
misled by my civil greeting. I am not your friend. In
fact, I'm just the opposite. I'm here to make sure that
Santa does his job and that he doesn't take it easy on
ya. I was hired to do a job, and I plan on doing it."
Alexandra shivered. She didn't know if Beth was just
trying to scare her, but it was certainly working.
"Now, seeing as Santa's a man of few words, he will be
carrying a cane, and he'll use it to point to an
article of your clothing. You will then take it off --
and no crying, no complaining. Clear?"
Alexandra could only nod in disbelief.
"Is that clear?" Beth hissed.
"Yes," Alexandra moaned, and then, reading the woman's
look, she added, "Yes, Ma'am."
"Good, and just so you know -- it's ALL coming off...
We are going to be using the policies for new jailbirds
entering my prison, set in place by MY boss. And,
honestly, I'm going to enjoy it, 'cause if there is one
thing I can't stand, it's a lousy shyster -- especially
a defense attorney."
"Oh great!" Alexandra groaned to herself.
"Are you ready to start? We have a lot of anxious faces
on the other side of the glass waiting, and I have one
lucky Santa with his magic cane."
Alexandra just shook her head. She never remembered
being this nervous her whole life, even when she took
her boards.
"Oh, so we need a little more time." Alexandra cringed
at the teasing way the woman said it. "Well, tough
shit! 'cause it's show-time."
Alexandra could also hear a loud roar from the hidden
crowd. She looked to the door, and in walked a
classically dressed Santa.
"Ho-Ho-Ho." was all he said, and Alexandra immediately
tried to figure out who he was.
"Over here now, stand on this." Alexandra watched in
horror as Beth dropped a holiday place mat onto the
floor, right in front of the mirror. "Move it!"
Alexandra couldn't move. Her mind was telling her legs
to make a run for it, but they were frozen. Beth
snapped her fingers several times, before she lunged at
Alexandra, grabbed her by the wrist, and dragged her
over to the mat. She surprised Alexandra by spinning
her towards the conference table and draping her across
the polished mahogany.
"When I tell you to move, you move!" Beth spat, and her
hand came crashing down on Alexandra's backside.
Alexandra let out a squeal -- just as she did when the
first swat was followed by four more, each landing hard
and on target.
"Now stand your ass up," Beth said, helping her up.
"And dry those tears. I told you no crying." Alexandra
did her best, while also pulling her skirt down, but
she was just so humiliated, to be given a spanking
right in front of Santa (and God only knows who else).
They allowed her a couple of minutes to regain her
composure. Beth even gave her a small paper cup of
water, but soon enough announced that it was "time to
get on with it." Alexandra sniffled and looked sidelong
at the mirror. She knew she would be giving the
spectators good profile view. Santa waddled up in front
of her. She stared into his eyes, searching for a clue
there, but they didn't look familiar. She then watched,
trembling, as his cane slowly rose, stopping only
inches from her breasts.
Alexandra gulped, the search had begun.
***
Santa's cane dropped to the floor. Alexandra looked
down at her crop-top. It wasn't much, but she had to
really force herself to take it off. Her hands were
trembling, and she could feel her heart pounding. She
clutched the garment to her chest until she saw Santa's
cane rise again. Confused, it took Alexandra a couple
of seconds to interpret Beth's impatient gestures.
Finally understanding, she wistfully draped the crop-
top over Santa's cane. Santa, with a snap, flipped it
into the corner behind them. Alexandra gasped,
picturing the rest of her costume piled up there in the
corner. Even though it was mere feet away, it seemed
like miles.
Alexandra watched wide-eyed as Santa tapped his cane on
the floor, twice. It began to rise slowly, higher and
higher, until it stopped inches from her breasts again.
She shuddered. She knew she was seconds from exposing
her breasts to all.
She looked down at her heaving chest, remembering that
she'd sworn no one at work would ever see them. For ten
years, she had kept them hidden under suit coats or
baggy tops. That was ten years of fighting to be
respected for her brainpower, rather than being judged
merely by the size of her chest.
Santa's cane again tapped the floor twice and then
lifted. And Alexandra hadn't moved. She tried to focus
on her aunt's words, as she slid an arm under the
makeshift bra and lifted it off. She watched as it slid
down the cane a few inches, before it sailed into the
air and landed next to her top. She shivered.
"Ho-Ho-Ho," Santa bellowed, while Beth chuckled at the
folded-arms-across-the-chest pose Alexandra had struck.
"Well, Santa, looks like someone's a little tease, or
maybe a little embarrassed," Beth said, never taking
her eyes off the pink-faced Alexandra. "But I've seen
it before, and I have the cure."
Alexandra inhaled sharply, as she watched Beth put both
of her hands behind her head before spreading her
elbows back. "Well, what you waiting for?"
"You can't be serious," Alexandra groaned. "I am not a
conv..."
"You're to do what we say, bitch!" Beth shouted. "Or
the next spanking will be on your bare ass."
It took several seconds for Alexandra to muster the
courage to move into the humiliating position.
"Now, I want you too make a slow circle all the way
around," Beth ordered.
Alexandra's body quivered. She knew what that would do.
It was also sinking in that Beth was here to do much
more than just assist Santa. Alexandra looked to her
left and then made a quick circuit to her right.
Beth frowned. "Not good enough. This time, go the other
way... and much slower." Oh, yes. Beth was definitely
here to humiliate. And Alexandra was humiliated, when
she turned left and saw her naked breasts in the
mirror. She could also hear muttering from the other
side of the glass, as she made her slow circle.
"Well, well, Santa, looks like someone is happy to see
yah," Beth said, nudging him.
Alexandra cringed, even though she had heard the jokes
about her erect nipples before. And she was certain
someone had turned the AC on high, even on this cold
winter's night.
Beth moved over and stood right by Alexandra's side,
facing the mirror. She leaned forward, her face only
inches away from Alexandra's breasts. Alexandra gaped,
before Beth spoke. "I've seen a lot of tits in my job,
so, in my professional opinion, they're 32 or 34D. I'll
go with 34." Alexandra grimaced at Beth's nerve, but
also blushed at just how right the guess was.
Beth turned her gaze to the glass. "That's a full cup,
34d, brown, bee-bee nips, nice and hard."
"What the...!" Alexandra gasped, quickly turning her
face towards the mirror and then just as quickly back.
She had heard some rumors about there being some sort
of pool or betting about what she would look like
naked. But she had shrugged off those stories, seeing
as they were lawyers and all.
The cane banged on the floor three times, and Alexandra
shuddered with every one of them. The cane rose to her
waist, while Beth moved back over to Santa's side.
Alexandra wanted to slap that smirk off her face, but
instead she docilely unbuttoned her skirt. She slid it
down the cane, and it joined the pile.
Alexandra could hear some laughter, and her face
flushed, remembering her childish like panties. And
yet, when the cane struck the floor four times, she
didn't want to give them up. But she did, and they,
too, were sent into the corner. She was left standing
only in her high heeled shoes and her stocking cap,
sheepishly waiting for a command that she just knew was
coming, but prayed was not.
"Hands behind your head, BLONDIE, and make a slow
turn."
Alexandra burned. She knew it was a dig at her dark
pubic hair. She also knew that everyone knew the truth
now. Beth snapped her fingers. Alexandra made the turn,
slower this time. Her nerves were finally settling
down, since she figured that the search was now over --
and she deduced that the crowd couldn't really see
anything between her legs anyways. She was a little
embarrassed about her naked ass, but everyone had
always said she had a nice one. She sighed. She knew
everyone could see for himself or herself now. She also
knew the high heels were helping her in that area.
"Ok, you guys had your fun, and I get the point...
really I did," Alexandra said, as she started shuffling
towards her discarded pile of clothes.
"And, where do you think you're going?" Beth asked,
grabbing a handful of Alexandra's hair, causing the
blonde to screech. "We ain't done yet," Beth hissed.
With a final tug, she had Alexandra back on the mat.
"Please!" Alexandra snapped. "I'm cold."
"I can see that!" Beth said with a laugh. "We can all
see that."
Alexandra crossed her arms in front of her chest. "This
has gone far enough," she said, trying to sound
authoritative.
"I'm surprised at you," Beth said, shaking her head.
"You're supposed to be highly educated, and yet you
don't understand the meaning of 'strip-search.' I mean,
you've done the STRIP and now it's time for the
SEARCH."
"Look, I get it. It was totally humiliating for my
client, and I'll never forget it," Alexandra pleaded,
in desperation, before she turned her eyes to Santa.
"Please, Santa, I was a good girl this year."
As soon as she said it, she regretted it, wincing at
the laughter that echoed from the unseen audience.
"Turn around and spread'em!" Beth barked out.
"You must be joking.... I'm not a criminal here,"
Alexandra said, while striking a defensive pose.
"Jesus, I'm a lawyer, god-dammit!"
"It's an awful strange time to use that language,
little lady," Beth teased. "Especially in front of
Santa. You were, after all, saying something about
being a good girl."
"Fuck you!"
"Owww, looks like we'll do this the hard way," Beth
said, lunging forward and grabbing Alexandra and
pushing her face down on the table, again. Alexandra's
protests were interrupted by a flurry of powerful swats
to her bare butt. She tried hard to struggle free, but
Beth was too strong for her.
"Santa, take off the gloves and help me out over here,"
Beth said. And, several seconds later, Alexandra felt
another blow to her ass, only this time the hand felt
rougher and struck more painfully.
"Santa, no!" Alexandra cried out. Several stinging
slaps followed, as Alexandra cried tears, more of shame
than of pain.
"Now that we have her attention, put on them rubber
gloves I gave you," Beth said. The sound of snapping
rubber followed. Alexandra was sniffling, as she knew
what this meant. She wanted to offer a plea, but knew
it would be futile.
She felt a hand spread an ass cheek, while Beth still
had her in a waist-lock. Alexandra's high heels barely
touched the floor. Alexandra let out a gasp as she felt
pressure on her pussy. She realized it was a pair of
fingers, slowly spreading her lips apart. She suddenly
remembered her shaved state. She also wished she could
go back in time and just bend over.
"Kind of funny, guys, natural on top, yet shaved clean
down below, where it counts" Beth teased. Alexandra
cringed, as it seemed like the rumors she heard about
bets on her naked body might actually be true.
"Santa...owww...Santa," Alexandra moaned, as she felt a
finger slid slowly into her pussy, maybe two.
"I was gunna tell you to use that tube of lubricant
that I gave to yah, " Beth said with a laugh. "But it
doesn't look like you needed it at all, at least not
yet."
"Hey!" Alexandra objected, when she felt pressure on
her clitoris.
"Ah, sorry," Beth said with a giggle. "But if you stop
squirming around, I could let go of you." Alexandra
tried to stop her movements, but Santa wasn't stopping
his probing, and the finger flicking her clit didn't
stop either.
"Well Santa, it looks like she is free of contraband,
and we better move on, before she bursts," Beth said
freshly, before adding, "It's time for that lubricant."
"No way!" Alexandra snapped, as she realized what Beth
meant to search next. She tried to break free, but Beth
had a good hold on her. Alexandra feet were moving but,
with a little lift, her feet weren't on the floor; they
were just running in place. Alexandra gasped, as she
felt her legs being lifted and spread apart. Looking
back in horror, she saw that her knees had been placed
into two depressions at the table's edge, usually
reserved for coffee cups. She could also she her naked
reflection -- and just how exposed she was, now.
"Noooo...it's cold." Alexandra whined, as she felt the
drips of lubricant. She clawed at the desk and tried to
crawl forward across it, but Beth's hold on her was too
effective.
"Make sure you lube your finger, too, or fingers if you
prefer," Beth said. "But by the looks of it, her
asshole matches her personality, so you better start
with just one."
Alexandra didn't have time to respond to Beth's teasing
words, as she felt a finger rubbing her asshole.
Santa's finger!
"Owww...Santa!" Alexandra moaned as she felt his finger
slowly twist its way in. Slowly it moved, but always
pressing deeper. She also felt more pressure on her
clit. She jerked her head around, only to see Beth
staring back, hungrily, and smiling slyly. Alexandra
lowered her face to the table. She didn't want them to
see her face when the inevitable happened, but her
body's tremors loudly announced the fact when she
climaxed. Beth's laughter drowned out Alexandra's
shameful sniffles. Alexandra hugged her knees to her
chest, when Beth finally let go, and she took some time
to try to regain her composure.
The sound of a slamming door startled Alexandra out of
her trance. She opened her eyes and gasped. She was
still lying naked on the conference table and not back
in her bed, as she had prayed. She noticed her
reflection in the mirror -- her red, puffy, mascara-
streaked face, staring back at her.
"Oh god!" she gasped; remembering what was on the
mirror's other side. She jumped off the table and took
a step, before freezing in horror.
Her costume was gone.
Alexandra looked around in a panic. She was hunting for
anything to cover herself with, but was coming up
empty. Even the place mat was gone. Glancing at the
glass, she figured everyone was getting a good laugh at
her once again, although she couldn't hear anything.
She decided to make a run for it, since her boss's
office was just two hallways away. Flinging the door
open, she headed down the hall at a dead run. She
turned the corner and ran right into portly Tom
Jackson, bounced off him, and fell to the floor.
"Merry Christmas, Alexandra.... Here, let me help you
up. You really should watch were you're going, running
around all naked...."
Alexandra only vaguely heard his voice, for lining the
hallway on both sides were her co-workers, who began
cheering and clapping. Alexandra slowly got to her
feet, cursing her high heels, her face burning. She was
able to bat their hands away from her chest as she made
her way past, but her ass received countless slaps and
pinches, until she finally reached her boss's office.
She ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind
her.
"Oh, thank god!" she cried, when she spotted her
clothes. She looked in the mirror, shaking her head,
wondering how she could ever face her co-workers again.
It was also killing her that she didn't have a clue who
Santa really was. She thought about suing, but she had
signed that agreement, and she also remembered that her
boss had never lost a case. She moved to the small
shower stall and turned it on, hoping the hot water
would sooth her body and spirit. She could also feel
the lubricant oozing from her asshole.
Meanwhile, Santa and Beth had said their goodbyes, and
Santa was sitting in the janitor's room. He turned
awkwardly as the door opened and the senior janitor
walked in.
"Oh, I'm sorry Santa, I thought you'd left for the
North Pole by now."
"Knock it off, Earl, and help me out of this fat
suit.... I'm sweating my ass off."
"Yes, sir," Earl said, moving over to Santa and
unzipping the back of his costume. Santa stepped out of
the jumpsuit and then with some help, the fat suit.
"Wow, that feels better, and now I have to get this
beard off and these contacts out."
"Contacts, Sir?"
"Yeah, colored contacts."
"Nice touch, sir."
"Earl, you've worked here for thirty years, how many
times do I have to tell you to call me Ben, when we're
alone?"
"Sorry, Mr. Davis...I mean, Ben."
"Hey, Earl, give me some of that eggnog. I need
something to cool down."
"I bet you do, sir." Earl went over to the little fridg
and poured two glasses. When he returned, his boss was
sitting in his underwear watching a color monitor. (Can
this day get any weirder? Earl thought.) He sat down
and slid a glass over.
"Picture comes in good," Ben said, pointing to the
screen.
"Yeah, it does," Earl said, leaning closer to the
screen. "Who would have thought she was hiding that
bod, under her stuffy clothes?"
"Yeah, I was pleasantly surprised," Ben said, with a
chuckle. "I loved her hard nipples.... By the way, who
won the pool?"
"Oh, fucking Peterson," Earl said, shaking his head.
"Peterson, well that figures, he's been undressing her
with his eyes for years," Ben grinned. "She shaved
around her pussy, who would have thought?"
"I know, but it gave us all a good view. We could even
see pink...well, at least in the front row," Earl said,
playing it back in his head. "And thanks for the seat
up front, I couldn't have afforded...."
"Don't mention it. Merry Christmas Earl. It all went to
the food bank, anyway, but I'm surprised at just how
much some of the front row seats went for!"
"I guess some guys really wanted to know what she
looked like in her birthday suit."
"I guess, and it was probably their only hope. But then
again, if she had just done what she should have, they
never would have known. She thought guys chased her
before!"
"Think she'll be back on Monday?" Earl said, pouring
some brandy from his flask.
"If she has what it takes, she will. Remember, Victoria
did.... Hey, I'm in the mood for some cheer, too." Ben
held up his glass. "Plus I need some liquid courage
tonight, 'cause I'll soon have to go home to the old
lady. But at least I'll have Alexandra's back side view
on my brain, as well as the feel of her tight asshole
gripping my finger...ummm."
"I think she liked that.... She was flopping around
like a fish out of water. Too bad there is no tape of
her search, though."
"Yeah, but I gave my word...and it's in writing."
"But you didn't say anything about the hidden cameras
in your bathroom, now did yah?"
"Must have slipped my mind. But it shouldn't have
slipped hers. I didn't know if she'd shower or not, but
I was hoping. I also skipped the clean up part at the
end...ah, her end."
The old janitor chuckled. "How much moola do you think
this shower tape's gunna fetch for the food bank?"
"Earl, I wouldn't dream...."
"Of course not," Earl said, with a snicker, while also
a little disappointed that Alexandra had now turned off
the shower. "And what was with that lezbo guard?"
"She was good, eh? Played her role to the T." Ben said
proudly, while sitting back in his chair as Alexandra
stepped out of the shower. "But she isn't a guard...and
she isn't a lesbian. She's married, in fact. She just
looked the part."
"What?"
"Yeah, I didn't want someone who could lose their job
over this. Her name is Beth, though."
"Sorry, but I'm not as schooled as you."
"I found her at the food bank, where Alexandra was
supposed to spend some time there volunteering; and
then had the gall to tell me that she did. When I told
all this to Beth, and what I wanted from her, she was
shocked, but she has a couple of kids, and a few dead
presidents sweetened the deal."
"I don't think that food bank would survive without
you."
"Well, let's just say it's good to give back to those
less fortunate, you know, especially around the
holidays."
"Ah huh, and it's also good for the firm's PR."
"See Earl, you're smarter than you think," Ben said,
with a raised glass. "Even Stewart finds the time....
And speaking of Stew..., how long before he realized
that no one was coming in to search him?"
"Oh, Stewmantha," Earl said, laughing. "I think he
joined the party, Ah, made it in 'bout the time big
boobs' panties hit the floor. He was even still wearing
that skirt, though. Nice touch."
"It was the best I could come up with, after everyone
told me they wanted to watch Alexandra's search, even
Victoria. Hey, I couldn't let him off the hook,
totally. After all, he lost that case, too."
"Ah huh, and I guess your record is safe, eh?"
"Earl, what are you trying to say?"
"Funny, all of your lawyers seem to lose at least one
case."
"Jesus, Earl, you think I had something to do with it?"
"Of course not," Earl said, smirking.
"Right. I wouldn't do that to a client."
"Even, one who, the evidence strongly indicates,
certainly had a lot to do with planning her husband's
murder, even if she might not have actually pulled the
trigger herself,'" Earl said. "That's pretty close to a
direct quote of what you told me late one night during
the trial."
Ben's eye's widened.
"No...," Earl went on. "Not even if you do have some
friends at the Woman's State Prison, who I'm sure took
it easy on her...I mean, they probably get lookers like
her, every day."
"Oh my god!" Ben gasped, and dropped his head into his
hand.
"And what were the chances that you learned the strip-
search procedures that you used today, from watching
them process her, from behind the glass...hum, sound
familiar?"
"Jesus, I have to stop drinking with the help!" Ben
said, pushing the flask aside. "Look Earl, if those
words left my lips, they were not meant to be repeated,
so I strongly suggest you forget them."
"Gee, Ben, awful defensive for an innocent man."
"Ok, Earl, I'll give it to you straight. I knew from
the beginning that it was going to be a tough case, and
that's why I put Alexandra on it in the first place,
and I gave her Stewart, too, so she still had a
fighting chance. Things were going well too, and we
were winning. Then, more than half-way through, I
discovered a bushel of damning evidence -- and none of
it admissible. So, there was a very good chance that a
murderess was going to get off...."
"And then, from nowhere comes that...that fortuitous
witness, who knew just what to say," Earl interjected.
"We call it 'being well-prepped.' And yeah, Stew and
Alexandra got blind-sided," Ben said, watching
Alexandra leaving his office on the monitor. "But it
all worked out in the end. Think about it, a husband-
killer got sent to jail. We all got a chance to see
Alexandra au naturel, and watch Santa check her
oil...while Stewart got to eat some humble pie. I call
that...JUSTICE."
Ben lowered his voice. "And she may have been a
'fortunate' witness, from the standpoint of justice,
but she was not necessarily 'fortuitous.' He had a
twinkle in his eye.
'Fortunate'...'fortuitous'.... What's the difference?"
"I gave you a dictionary twenty years ago. Look it up,"
Ben said, laying a finger beside his nose.
"Wow...lawyers! Well, Alexandra sure dressed quickly,
not like the slow way you stripped her.... And to
think, this all happened because she didn't want to
spread the cheer."
"Well, Earl, isn't that what Christmas is all
about...spreading good cheer?"
"THAT'S NOT ALL YOU SPREAD THIS YEAR!"
"Ho-Ho-Ho! Merry Christmas!"
The End
Thanks for reading my story.
Here is wishing you and yours a very merry Christmas,
Deputy Duffy
Email me at: Stonedog99_1999@yahoo.com
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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