I got stuck playing Santa Claus this year for the office Christmas party. How someone barely 30 should get stuck with the role of Santa is beyond me. But as the lowest executive at my company, all the rest decided it should be me. Our office Christmas party is massive. All employees are invited, along with their families. Altogether about 350 people come to the convention center at one of the nicest hotels in the city.
In addition to handing out Christmas bonus checks to each employee, Santa has the dubious pleasure of asking each child what he wants for Christmas and posing for a photo. On the plus side, I get to pick out an assistant to be my elf for the night. Obviously, I chose my secretary. She wore a surprisingly modest elf outfit.
The green dress came down to just above her knees, and the green and white stockings she wore came to just below the knee. She wore jingle bell earrings and big fake pointy elf ears to complete the ensemble. I would have been disappointed if she hadn't sent me a picture of the tiny red thong she was wearing later. Along with the photo, she texted me a very enticing message. I've been naughty. But I can be nice to you tonight. I worked hard to keep from getting an erection every time she walked by.