On the day before Thanksgiving, Holly answered a knock at the door. "Hello, Ms. Kane," said the teenaged girl standing on her stoop. "I'm Jessie Springfield. Is Kelly ready yet?"
"Just a minute," said Holly with a smile. "She and Ashleigh are making a few last minute adjustments to their makeup. Come on in from the cold for a moment."
As the girl stepped inside, Holly turned to the staircase. "Girls!" she shouted. "Your ride's here. Get your butts down here." She then turned back to her newest visitor. "It was nice of your mom to take them today."
"Her pleasure. She thought it might free you up to do some pre-Black Friday shopping. Besides, she wanted to get a peek at what we're doing today."
Holly frowned a little. "Since the place isn't open for visitors yet, and your training is over, what exactly are you doing today?"
Jessie smiled at the woman. "Mr. Digby called it a soft opening."
"That's what Kelly told me too. I thought it sounded rather rude."
The smile turned into a giggle. "It has nothing to do with people. It just means the Elves get to practice our skills while in character. It's sort of like the dress rehearsal we had for our Drama class play. It will be the last time we Elves do anything without the public there."
"Well, I'd say break a leg, but I think that's just in the theatre. And thank your mom for thinking about my shopping."
"Are you going to go to the mall?"
Holly shook her head no. "I think I'll just kick back and have a well-deserved Mommy Day."
Jessie tried to suppress a smirk. She had heard all about the infamous Mommy Days at the Kane residence. "Enjoy yourself." She then glanced at her watch. "Hey, girls, Get a move on. I don't want the dregs of the Elf tasks today."
The two teens came clumping down the stairs. "Sorry," said Ashleigh. "I had to redo my lip gloss. Twice."
"Bye, Mother," said Kelly as she gave her mother a kiss on the lips. Though not very intimate, the action seemed to stun the woman for a moment. "Don't wait up for us."
Holly shook the cobwebs from her brain. "Wait a second. You will be back for dinner tonight, won't you?"
"Unless I find something better to eat." Kelly's comment brought giggles from her two guests.
Outside Kelly chided her friends. "Couldn't you two be a little more subtle?"
"Do you really believe that your mom doesn't think you'll be getting some pussy today?" asked Ashleigh.
"Between your Elf duties and her Mommy Day, the Kanes are going to have something to be thankful for tomorrow," added Jessie.
Laughing hysterically, the teens jumped into the car. Jessie claimed shotgun while her two guests sandwiched her little sister, Becky in the back seat.
"Good morning, Mrs. Springfield," said Ashleigh.
"Good morning, girls," said the woman. "And since you are now working, please call me Emmeline."
"Thanks, Emmeline," said Kelly. "And thanks for taking us today."
"So are you both Elves like my sissy?" asked the little girl.
"You know full well they are, Becky," said her big sister. "We'll be working together until Christmas. At least we'll see each other, even if we have different duties. Now, be quiet."
For the rest of the short trip, the girls gossiped about boys, ignoring the questions the little girl tried to interject. When they pulled into the parking lot, the three teens bolted from the car. "For Elves, they aren't very nice," said Becky with her pouty face on.
"Would you like to look inside?" asked her mother. "It might cheer you up."
Mother and daughter hopped out of the car and followed their passengers. "What are you doing," called back Jessie. "You know the Santa eXperience isn't open today, right? We're just doing the soft opening."
"We just wanted to take a peek, honey. No harm in that, is there?"
Jessie exchanged glances with her fellow Elves. "Well, I guess you can. But be quick and don't get me fired before my first day."
Her mother laughed. "I won't honey. Now get to work."
The older girls disappeared inside while Emmeline studied the outside of the building. "Mommy, what are you doing?" asked her younger daughter.
"I'm just giving them time to get past the lobby. That way we won't embarrass them. We wouldn't want to make them ashamed, would we?"
"I guess not," Becky said as she rolled her eyes. Her sister had talked about her new job so much that she just had to see it for herself. Maybe she could be the first of her classmates to give Santa a Christmas list. But she also knew she had to stay off the Naughty List if she wanted the giant dollhouse she had her heart set on.
Five minutes passed, or at least an hour in Becky-time, before Emmeline finally stepped into the revolving door. "Ah, minty," she said as the door momentarily confined and then released them.
Once inside, their heads swiveled almost like an owl's as they surveyed the decorations. Every inch emoted the holiday season or at least the North Pole. Old wooden toys occupied every nook and cranny between the evergreen bows and the streams of silver tinsel. Everywhere the smell of baking gingerbread cookies and minty candy canes pervaded the air.
A single moment inside, and Emmeline returned to her happiest childhood memories.
"I feel funny," said Becky.
"How so, honey?"
"Like I have butterflies flying in my tummy."
"That's just your excitement. Or most likely your over-excitement. You'll be over it soon enough."
While they stood there, hand in hand, admiring the sleigh flying overhead, a man, small in stature approached them. "You don't look like any of my normal elves," he said gruffly.
"I'm sorry," said Emmeline. "My daughter just started working here, and I had to see the place for myself. She has said so many kind words about it."
"Do you know we are not open today?" he asked.
The woman nodded. "We just wanted a peek. We'll be going now."
Seeing the disappointment in the little girl's face, the small man motioned for them to stop. "We are having a soft opening, and it is nice to have real visitors. I could designate you as special visitors and let the Elves practice on you."
"Can we stay?" asked the suddenly excited preteen.
"Only if you agree to not complain about anything that might happen to you. Rest assured that nothing will harm you or your daughter."
The mother and daughter looked at each other. "We agree," they said together. "Actually, I hadn't planned on staying more than a few minutes," said Emmeline, "but we have nothing else planned. Where do we start?"
The small man smiled. "Most people start at the beginning, though some prefer to start at the end. With you, I hope it’s the first option."
"I think the…" started Emmeline.
"Now I do suppose you could start in the middle though you would have to be at the beginning of the end at some point to arrive there. And from the middle you would have to pick a direction one way or the other and probably miss out on the other half. Do you understand?"
"Not at all," said Emmeline as both of the guests shook their heads.
"Then again, you could just use me as your tour guide."
"You would do that?" asked Emmeline. "I mean, you must have duties to perform today? We wouldn't want to affect your evaluations."
He gestured for her to forget the possibility. Strangely, her mind went blank. "I do have to check on my newer Elves, but I can do that with you tagging along. In fact, it is much easier with nice people with me. So you would be helping me."
"Let's go," said Becky with no hesitation remaining.
"By the way, my name is Mr. Manx. And what may I call you?"
"Emmeline, and she is Becky. Her sister just started today."
Mr. Manx held up his hand. "Let me guess. Your daughter cannot be Kelly Kelly Kane since I already met her mother. And I don't think she is Ashleigh, so your daughter must be Jessie Stringfellow."
"It's Springfield."
"Are you sure? I've been at this job for a long, long time, and I never get a name wrong, Amelia."
"Emmeline. Emmeline Springfield."
"If you say so. But I did see the signature on the forms. In any case, Betsy, are you wanting to go straight to Santa or play games first?"
Becky didn't hesitate. Giving the list could wait. "I want the games. But it's Becky."
"I don't think we have a game named Becky. You'll have to make do with the ones we have. Now I forgot to ask. You have to be at least eight to appreciate the games."
"I am eight. Almost eight and a half."
Mr. Manx smiled. "The best answer yet. Let's take the escalator to the second floor to begin."
With Manx in the lead, the trio headed upstairs on the moving steps. As they traveled, Becky gestured to her mother that their tour guide was crazy.
Without looking back, Mr. Manx said, "Calling someone crazy can get a little girl on the Naughty List, you know."
"Do you have eyes in the back of your head?" asked the astonished girl.
"No, just mirrors. Just like Santa uses. It's all done with mirrors. And sometimes a little smoke."
At the top of the escalator, Mr. Manx waited for his sightseers. "Are you getting warm wearing those heavy coats?"
Emmeline hadn't thought about it, but Becky had hers unzipped and off in just a moment. Her mother followed suit and then asked, "What should we do with these now?"
"You should check them," said Mr. Manx. He snapped his fingers, and an Elf dressed in pink magically appeared. "Here is you coat check ticket," she said in the cutest little voice. "Don't lose it or you will be very cold going home."
Emmeline blinked, and the Elf roller skated away. "That was freaky."
Mr. Manx ignored her comment. "A good thing to experience here at Santa's eXperience is the Snow Sculpture room." He turned to Becky. "Do you want to build a snowman?"
The girl giggled. "Of course."
The trio entered an almost empty room where a solitary girl in a blue and silver Elf costume sat at a table carving on a block of ice. "Hello," she said in her high squeaky Elf voice. "Welcome to Snow Sculpture. Please take a seat and put on the provided mittens."
The Springfields sat next to each other at a table with a metal tray filled with real snow crystals. They saw two pair of fingerless knit mittens, one smaller than the other, waiting on their stools. Once they donned their hand protectors, the Elf brought out their supplies. "Hi, I'm Katie. I'm your training Elf for this session. Have you ever made a snowman before?"
"Not while I was indoors," answered Becky.
"Well, it's actually quite simple. Just pack together some snow into a ball. Then roll it around in the tray. You'll see the ball grow in size. Do that three times to make three different sized balls. The largest is the bottom. The smallest is the head. And the middle-sized one goes in the middle."
Becky took charge of rolling snowballs while her mother looked on approvingly. Quickly, they had the body stacked up.
"Good," said Elf Katie. "Now, put two licorice drops on his face for eyes. And add a candy corn nose, and finally a red licorice whip for his mouth."
"She's so cute," said Becky.
"You're so right," said Emmeline, though for a moment she didn't know if she complimented the snowman or the Elf.
"Since you made a girl snowman," said Elf Katie, "we have a few more touches to include. Add two candy corns to the middle right where her nipples would be."
While her mother contemplated the action, Becky plugged the candies into the perfect spot on the chest. "Like that?"
"Very good. And yes, the pointed top goes out. Now let me take a picture of your creation. It's the only way to preserve it."
Once they had a picture on their phone, Becky asked, "Can we get another with me licking her candy corn nipples?"
"That would be perfect." Elf Katie took another with Becky's tongue touching the pointed tip. "Now you may remove the candy and eat it. I'll recycle the snow for the next person. And I hope you enjoyed making a snowman today."
As Becky removed the pieces, Emmeline noticed some carrots in a box. "What are those for?"
"Boy snowmen," said Elf Katie who then seductively circled her lips with her tongue.
With the project recycled and their mittens off, the pair rejoined Mr. Manx in the hallway. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked.
"It was fun," said Becky. "I can't wait to put one up in my front yard this winter."
"And you," he said to the mother.
Emmeline blushed as she thought he could read her mind. She wanted Jessie to invite Elf Katie to dinner soon. They would have carrots, if nothing else.
The man smiled at the non-verbal answer. "We have the next game already set up for you. But it's a long way from here. Do you want to follow the adult path? Or do you want to try the bouncy path?" He pointed to an inflatable tunnel opening.
"Bouncy path," cried Becky who ran a few steps toward the tunnel.
"Wait," said Mr. Manx. "You'll have to check your shoes. Otherwise you might puncture the tunnel." He snapped his fingers, and another Elf, this one wearing purple and brown and riding on a scooter, appeared.
"All right," said Becky as she pulled her shoes off and handed them to the Elf. She put them in a basket on the handlebars and then scooted away.
"Now you may bounce to the end." While Becky traversed the mostly translucent tunnel, the two adults watched from a moving sidewalk that kept up with the giggling girl. Every few feet a porthole would allow them to see clearly the girl's antics.
As she tumbled out of the tunnel, Becky said, "That was fun. I kept expecting an abominable snowman to jump out and grab me."
"Hmm. That could be a future improvement," said Mr. Manx. "We'll give you credit for it, Betsy."
Becky rolled her eyes but didn’t try to correct him. "What's next?"
"Have you ever ridden on the back of a reindeer?"
"No, duh. What, have you?"
"Of course," the man said as he nodded. "As a child, it was like second nature. Come into Dasher's Paddock, and I'll show you."
The trio entered the room to find four life-sized reindeer made of hard plastic. "Whoa," said Becky with the huge eyes.
"Contrary to fiction, that is not how you get reindeer to stop. However, have no fear. Dasher and his friends know how to follow the pathway exactly. Elf Lyle, will you help her up."
Becky and the boy Elf in purple and puce climbed up a set of steps next to the first reindeer. He steadied the girl as she threw her leg over the broad back of the fake animal. "This isn't going to work," said Becky; her legs in the stiff jeans threatened to rip the pants apart as they wouldn't bend enough.
"Oh, dear," said Mr. Manx "I guess we'll have to move on."
"It's just her pants," said Emmeline. "If she wasn't wearing them, she would be fine."
"I suppose we could check her pants." With a snap of his fingers, yet another girl Elf appeared, this time on a tricycle. Becky slid off the animal's back and dropped her jeans, thus exposing her pink and white flowered panties. The little girl showed no modesty, not even in front of Elf Lyle. She cared more about completing the ride.
The Elf girl in her orange and yellow costume traded the claim check for the pants that she clipped to the safety flag. As she rode away, the jeans waved in the breeze.
"Let's try this again," said Mr. Manx after the Elf disappeared. This time Becky's legs hugged the beast. "Now for the safety harness." Elf Lyle bent the front of the saddle to rub against the girl's crotch. He then pulled up the back and pushed it tight to the girl's butt. He circled the girl's waist with a leather strap that connected to both pieces of the saddle. "How does that feel, Betsy?"
"It tickles my kitty a little."
"Perfect. Now hold on the reins." He pushed a button and Dashed lunged forward. With a funky gait, he followed the track forward and eventually making six circuits of the room. On the first two, the girl urged the beast forward with her legs. On the other four, the vibrations of the saddle touching her nether region turned the girl into mush.
When it completed, Elf Lyle climbed up the steps again to help the girl off the ride. "How was that?"
"So…wonderful," she said breathlessly. "I didn't want it to stop. Ever."
As he unstrapped her, the front of her panties showed a very wet spot. "I see your body loved the ride. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
Emmeline said nothing, but thought back to her first childhood stimulation. She had been a little older, but once it happened, she wanted to do it over and over and over again.
"Perhaps some refreshments would be in order," said Mr. Manx. They headed into the Polar Ice Cap to get some steaming hot chocolate.
Becky drank it down, oblivious to her missing lower garment. "This has been wonderful," she said dreamily.
"It's not over yet," said Mr. Manx. "Do you like to sing?" Without waiting for an answer, he handed the girl a portable microphone and directed the girl's attention to a screen displaying lyrics.
Becky loved to sing and dance around her room at home. It only took a few notes before she did the same there. As much as he wanted to watch the partially clothed girl gyrate to Run, Run Rudolph, Mr. Manx reclaimed the microphone after only one song. "Time to move on."
Reluctantly, Becky relinquished the instrument, but not without spying the bulge in Mr. Manx pants. Every girl by the time they reach a certain age lives to inspire such action just by thinking of her.
Emmeline noticed it also. Her daughter could become a real sex kitten someday soon.
The trio stepped into Vixen's Art Studio. There a familiar Elf prepared a canvas for the youngsters. "Welcome to the Art Project. I am Elf Ashleigh, as you know. Today we are going to paint the figurine of an Elf. Since it can get messy, we supply a painter's apron. However, you might like to check your shirt first."
With no hesitation, Becky stripped off her only remaining outer garment and slipped on a scratchy apron. With every move, the apron's canvas material stimulated her bare flat chest, her nipples being teased until she felt tense.
Mr. Manx snapped his fingers and an Elf in black and white rode her skateboard into the room, swiped the shirt, and departed.
Ashleigh demonstrated the techniques for applying the green, pink, and white paints to the pre-formed statue. Though to Becky it took forever, she finally completed the task.
Instead of taking a picture, Ashleigh took the piece of art. "I'll fire it and get it delivered to you soon."
Becky never heard the comment. She just had to get out of the apron as soon as she could. With it off, she glanced around the room for her shirt, having forgotten its fate. Shrugging it off, she left the room topless.
"Off to Mrs. Claus' Spa," said Mr. Manx. "Normally, we give the mothers the full treatment, but today the Elves will just give you a foot bath in preparation for your mani/pedi."
As they entered, an Elf in black and gold handed them white terrycloth robes and directed them to the changing area. Emmeline thought for a moment, but quickly stripped off her clothes to match her now-naked daughter. In their robes they sat in their twin recliners and had cucumber slices applied to their eyelids. On the other end, soft hands gently placed their tired feet into a warm salt bath.
The feeling of tenderness coupled with the repetitive music lulled the woman into a hypnotic trance. She reached over and grasped the hand of her daughter. The comforting warmth made her relax and listen to the soothing tune.
She felt the belt loosen and the terrycloth lift from her skin. She could do nothing to prevent it. From Becky's squirms, she knew her daughter was experiencing the same.
The soft hands pushed her now-exposed thighs apart and a tongue licked her labia up and down gently. Emmeline moaned softly only to hear an echo from the other recliner. A finger touched the woman's facial lips while her cucumbers were removed.
Emmeline blinked her eyes and saw the Elf Kelly standing over her, her index finger on the lips. Nodding to acknowledge the gesture, the woman glimpsed the face of an unknown boy between her thighs. Someday that Elf would make his wife very happy, she thought.
Turning her head to the right, she saw her younger daughter in the thralls of an orgasm. Then she realized that the Elf munching on Becky was her older daughter. Jessie noticed her mother's awareness, and gave her a wink, never missing a beat in her duty.
As Becky quaked from her sister's ministrations, Emmeline experienced a sympathy tremor thanks to the boy's magic fingers.
"Oh wow," said Becky as she recovered her senses. "Was that what sex is like?"
"Sort of," said her mother. "That was the warm-up. You haven't had the best part yet. And won't until you're older."
"Do you think I can get warmed up again?" the younger girl asked.
"Most likely," said Jessie as she removed the cucumbers from Becky's eyes. The older girl bent down and kissed her little sister full on the lips. "Just come to my room and ask."
"A touching scene," said Mr. Manx. "But your time in the spa is now over and the Elves have other things to do."
The recliners returned to their upright position and the occupants stood up. Reluctantly, Emmeline handed her robe to Kelly. The woman glanced around for what she wore into the spa, but found them gone.
"What became of my…our clothes?"
Mr. Manx smiled. "They have been checked just like your coats. If you wish to claim them, you only need to accompany Elf Evan to the check out station. But I warn you, if you do, your day will be over."
Emmeline stood there in the spa, stark naked in front of not only her two girls, but this strange short man and a couple Elves of both genders. Never in her wildest nightmare had this scenario ever cropped up. She looked at her equally nude baby girl, the one showing no modesty. If anything, Becky pouted to stay longer, even without a stitch on.
"I think we should go." The mother in her won out. "We can come back another time to give Santa your list of gifts."
Becky looked ready to protest, but thought better of it. Next time she might experience things even more delicious.
The unclothed pair followed the boy Elf to the elevators and handed him their claim check. He inserted it into a slot, and the doors opened. They entered and then stood facing each other as the elevator slowly moved.
"Do you enjoy being an Elf?" asked Emmeline as she tried to distract the teen boy ogling her naked daughter.
"Oh yes," he said. "I wouldn't mind working here forever. Did you enjoy your spa treatment?"
"Yes," said Emmeline. "You were very good for being so young."
Elf Evan nodded his head. "I was kinda lucky. My mom and my three sisters let me practice on them all week."
The elevator stopped and the doors opened to a corridor lined with doors. The closest one was a half-open Dutch door with a girl Elf dressed in pink and magenta sitting there reading a magazine. "Ready to check out?" the girl asked.
"They are, Elf Gwen," said Elf Evan. He handed her the ticket. After looking at it, she handed him an old fashioned key. "Room 17. You may stay in there as long as you like. Show them to their room, Evan."
The trio walked down the hallway until they reached the one numbered 17. Elf Evan unlocked the room and gestured for them to step inside.
They found a small, yet pretty bedroom, complete with a full sized bed, a dresser with two piles of clothes on it, and a hanging rack with their coats awaiting.
Emmeline turned to dismiss their guide, but Becky interrupted. "Mommy, my tummy feels funny again."
"Listen to the voices," said Elf Evan as he closed the door, locking the three together inside.
"Kiss your daughter," the voice said to Emmeline. Unable to resist, she kissed the willing Becky on the lips.
"Eat your daughter." Emmeline led her daughter to the bed and lowered her mouth to Becky's pussy.
"Bring her to a climax." Emmeline began licking and sucking, something she hadn't done to a girl since she was a little older than Becky was now. Surprisingly, it all came back to her.
"Prepare to be entered." With her mouth occupied, the woman couldn't ask what the voice meant. Then she knew as Elf Evan began to probe her exposed openings. He pushed through the pussy lips and into the seldom used love tunnel. Even though both girls had passed through the area, the boy filled it fuller than any day since she lost her virginity.
The threesome continued, with climaxes at the same time. For Emmeline it was a unique experience, since her husband had never wanted to do anything unusual before. She crawled onto the bed to hold her little baby. Elf Evan followed to sandwich the woman in.
"Thank you," said Emmeline over her shoulder. A sudden thought hit the mother. "Are you and Becky going to…"
"No," he said. "She's not old enough to breed yet. Santa will know when she is."
"That's good," said the woman as she drifted off to sleep.
Emmeline jerked awake, only to find herself sitting in her car. Becky was humming holiday songs in the back seat. Then she heard a rap on her window.
"Unlock the doors, Mom," said Jessie.
"Oh, sorry," she said as the three girls piled into the car. "I must have drifted asleep. I had the strangest dream."
"Let's head home," said Jessie. "I think we're all tired."
Emmeline smiled. It had been a whopper of a dream. But it felt so real.
Then she moved a little and realized she was missing her underwear. And she felt a bit of a flush about her. Just like the nights back when Jessie and Becky were conceived.
Another thought struck like a bolt of lightning. What had that Elf boy from the dream said about…breeding?