Christmas Elf Costume

Christmas Elf Costume, Santas Little Helper, Chrstmas Costumes

I wore a Christmas elf costume one year and got Santa Claus fired!   I was ‘in-between’ jobs and badly needed extra cash over the holiday season (it costs money to have a social life you know).  So, as things were getting desperate,   I applied for a job as a Christmas elf in one of the big shopping centres.  It turns out I apparently have the key attributes that qualify me as an elf.  I am a female – tick.  I have boobs – tick.  And I know who Santa Claus is.  After responding to the ad, I met with a sleazy guy from HR who stunk of cigarettes and had a lazy eye.  He seemed only interested in interviewing my cleavage (or was that just his dicky eye?)… and being the only applicant who could speak English, I was hired.
 
My Christmas elf costume was miniscule!  I should’ve guessed from the tone of the interview that it would be.  Nevertheless, I needed the money so donned the tiny, sexed-up elf costume… slipped on the fishnet stockings (really?) and very un-elflike stilettos, and went for my practice run at Santa’s cave.  There was no sign of Mr Claus so I wondered about and checked out Santa’s chair and the behind-the-scenes area.  The photographer guy, Bob arrived and we chatted.  It was his first gig too so we felt at ease with each other - he agreed, he’d never seen such a sexy Christmas elf costume as mine.
 
It really was the most inappropriate elf costume they could’ve come up with!  Every time I bent over or stretched up, my entire costume moved with me and you could all but see my panties underneath.  With a few moments to go before Santa arrived, I ducked over to Kmart and bought some red booty shorts to wear under my elf costume.   Eventually Santa arrived and sat himself down in the big chair.  I immediately recognised the cigarette smell on his breath.  And yes, there it was… the weird lazy eye thing.
 
I felt exposed in my Christmas elf costume and tried to yank it down to hide myself.   He motioned for me to come and sit on his knee…for practice when the kids arrive, he said.  Just do it and get it over with, I thought gritting my teeth.  I plonked myself onto his fat, pudgy knee and tried not to get close to him.  His breathe reeked and his teeth were stained yellow from chain-smoking.  Yuk!  I said in my head…trying to smile and look elfish.  Then…. as he Ho, Ho, Ho’d in a big loud voice, he wrapped his arm round my waist and pulled me in tight so I was pinned against him.  With one hand on my left breast, he shot his other hand straight up my skirt - no kidding!!
 
Still in my, way too sexy Christmas elf costume glory, I marched up to centre management, still in shock.  Dam it… I was going to report the slime-ball.  You can’t have a man like that working in children’s entertainment!  Santa was called in and apparently denied everything.  He then went on to say that I had been the one hitting on HIM!  I was mortified and would’ve had a complete melt-down if Bob hadn’t showed up right on queue, waving a set of photos showing Santa in his true colours.  He was fired on the spot and guess who they chose as the new Santa instead?  Yep – you got it…Me!!!
Ho Ho Hoooo.

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