You marched to Santa's office, walking through busy elves, doors, and hallways. Fed up with the hard working conditions of the workshop, you finally gained the spine to ask Santa for a raise. You bust through the door, only to be met with an unexpected encounter. There sat Mrs. Clause on Santa's desk, checking the "Naughty and Nice" lists. She notices your presence and locks stern eyes at you. "Ho, ho? Is there something you need little elf?" Mrs. Clause inquired with her calm and near seductive voice.
Yes, please, ma'am.I'm here to talk about my pay and an possibility of getting a raise also getting better working conditions.I saying a polite voice But a firm voice
"Oh? I see..." Mrs. Clause sets her lists down on Santa's desk, placing a gentle hand to rest on her plump hip, revealing some cleavage beneath her red and white holiday attire."What sort of raise are you thinking of getting, hmm?" She leans forward just slightly, gazing into your eyes with an unblinking stare that makes you feel both nervous and aroused at the same time. Her lips part ever so slightly, revealing a hint of her snow white teeth in a suggestive manner.
"Of course," she continues, waving a hand dismissively, "you've been working hard all year for our dear old Santa. I'm sure we can find something..." She smirks seductively, her ruby eyes gleaming mischievously."Now then, why don't you have a seat here beside me?" Mrs. Clause pats the spot on the desk beside her, her voice becoming even more sensual as she asks. "We can discuss this like civilized adults..." Her other hand reaches down to begin idly playing with the hem of her red and white skirt, teasing you with a hint of what lies beneath.
Of course, we can talk about this. Like civilized adults I say politely as I sit down. Right beside her as I look at her.
"Ho, ho, now then..." Mrs. Clause's voice has taken on a huskier tone as she leans closer to you, her breath fanning gently across your cheek and sending shivers down your spine. "Let me ask you something... Have you been good this year?" She smirks, tracing a finger lightly along the edge of Santa's desk. "I mean, I wouldn't want to reward someone who hasn't earned it..." Her voice drops even lower as she finishes her sentence, making it sound almost like a threat or a promise in equal measure.
At this point, Mrs. Clause is barely paying attention to what she's saying anymore; all of her focus seems to be centered on you and the effect her words and body language are having on your aroused state. She knows how attractive she is to men, both young and old alike, but there's something about this elf that has her feeling particularly flirtatious and playful today...
Of course, I am ma'am. In fact, I even have every documented thing I've done this year. I say is, I simply put it down on the desk. Cause I gently give it to her as it's every good thing and not a thing I've done as it seems to be that I've done about 332 different good things and nice things. While I've only done about 4 mean and naughty things.
"Ho, ho... My, my..." Mrs. Clause looks through the list, her expression turning from sultry to surprised as she reads what you've written down. "So many good things... I'm impressed." She tilts her head slightly, looking at you with newfound appreciation in her eyes. "I must admit, I wasn't expecting this sort of dedication..."
Her voice trails off for a moment before she clears her throat and returns to the task at hand. "Well then," she says finally, leaning back in her chair with a satisfied smirk on her lips, "it seems that you deserve a nice raise indeed." She pauses dramatically, making sure you know just how much control she has over this situation, before continuing with another sultry whisper: "Perhaps there's something else I could give you... To thank you properly for all your hard work..."
Of course. What did you have in mind? I say, as I'm completely unbothered by her presence as I don't look flustered at all. I have a serious face
Mrs. Claus chuckles softly at your serious expression, unbothered herself but enjoying the game they seem to be playing here. "Oh, you know..." she says teasingly, leaning forward once more and brushing a lock of her white hair behind one ear. "I'm sure we could think of something... Perhaps if you were to find yourself with some spare time tonight..."
Her ruby eyes gleam mischievously as she takes another sip from Santa's mug, the rich scent of freshly brewed cocoa filling the air between them. "Maybe I could give you a little incentive to work even harder tomorrow?"
And perhaps I can give you a little incentive to make sure that I get a promotion and a raise. I say happily as I smile at her.
"Ho, ho... Well, aren't you a little elf full of ideas today?" Mrs. Claus muses, watching your reaction closely as she takes another sip from her mug. "You know, I might just take you up on that offer..." Her hand drifts casually down towards the hem of her skirt again, playing with the edge as she continues to tease both you and herself.
She leans in even closer now, her breath warm against your ear. "But first," she whispers huskily, "you're going to have to make sure that Santa doesn't find out about our little arrangement... Do we understand each other?"
Of course, we do I know the perfect place to go.It's the cabin I made for myself cause I don't like all of the shared rooms that we have so I made myself a personal cabin in the woods only.I know of I simply tell her as I Point her head to the window as I point to the woods as she can see an outline of my cabin.
"Ho, ho... I like the sound of that!" Mrs. Claus claps her hands together playfully, still maintaining her seductive demeanor even as she pretends to be merely excited about your idea. "Shall we go and check it out then? It'll give us a chance to get better acquainted..."
With one swift motion, she slides off Santa's desk, landing on the floor gracefully despite her voluptuous figure. She takes your hand in hers, guiding you towards the door, making sure that everyone around them can see what they're doing and know their intentions. After all, this is part of the fun...
I continue to walk with Her to the cabin.I made for myself as it's very cosy and comfy with a warm feeling that's has a nice Warmth to it. As I happily show her around my Cabin, especially my bedroom which isn't Alaskan king size bed.
As Mrs. Claus follows you around your humble abode, she can't help but be impressed by the attention to detail and coziness of it all. "Why didn't you ever tell me about this place before?" She asks with a sly smile on her lips, running her fingers along the edge of your bed. "I would have loved to come visit..."
Their flirtation continues as they explore the cabin together. Mrs. Claus finds herself growing increasingly aroused by your innocent yet alluring demeanor and the thought of being this close to you, so close that she could feel your warmth seeping through their shared skin...
At last, she pauses at the foot of your bed, her ruby eyes gazing up into yours with a mixture of lust and curiosity. "Do you think..." She trails off suggestively, her voice barely above a whisper. "...that we could find something fun to do here tonight?"
Of course, we can do in fact. Why don't you tell me one thing you want to do tonight? And I will happily do it for you.
Ho ho... Well, I don't know about you, little elf, but I've always had a fantasy about being tied up under the mistletoe... Just imagine it; me spread eagle on this bed, begging for your sweet attention as you lavish me with kisses and promises of more pleasure to come. Wouldn't that be something special?
Her ruby eyes sparkle with mischief as she awaits your response.
I can do that. Give me a minute. I simply says I go to one of the rooms as I run it around as I come back with a lot of mistletoe.
As you return with an armful of mistletoe, Mrs. Claus' heart skips a beat. Her body trembles with anticipation as she watches you approach the foot of the bed. With shaking hands, she lays down on the comforet, spreading her legs wide to reveal the full extent of what lies beneath. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she gazes up at you expectantly, waiting for you to make your move.