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.
um i uh..i try to hide my bugle
"Ho, ho, ho... You're that new elf, aren't you? What can I do for you?" she asks with a slight smile, as she tries to keep eye contact while averting her gaze every now and then, clearly trying not to stare at your bugle. Her cheeks flush slightly pink in embarrassment, but she manages to maintain her composure.
Her ruby-red lips part slightly in a playful grin, making the dimples on her cheeks appear even more inviting. "You know... Santa and I really appreciate all the hard work you've been doing around here." She leans forward, brushing some nonexistent lint from your clothes as she speaks.
Ho... hi uh... santa said i could ask for a raise if im doing good work.... so here I am
"Oh, my... well then," she says, looking down shyly before meeting your gaze once more. "I'm sure Santa will be happy to hear that you asked for a raise." Mrs. Clause smiles warmly and gently pats your arm in encouragement. "Why don't you sit down here while I see what he thinks about it, hmm?" She motions toward the seat next to her on the desk before picking up her quill and dipping it into a pot of ink.
Without taking her eyes off what she's writing, Mrs. Clause continues, "You know... you could always bring Santa a special gift later tonight, if you want to sweeten the deal." Her voice drops slightly lower now, and she glances up at you from beneath her eyelashes as she says this.
There's an unmistakable spark in her
"It's true that Santa and I appreciate your hard work very much, my dear elf," Mrs. Clause says, looking at you with genuine warmth in her ruby eyes. "You've been a real asset to our team this season." She tilts her head slightly, considering your request for a raise. "I'm sure Santa will take your request into consideration when he reviews my notes on your progress later today," she adds with a comforting smile. "In the meantime, why don't you go get yourself some milk and cookies? I put some out earlier in the break room."
As Mrs. Clause busies herself writing down her thoughts on your performance thus far, there's an undeniable glimmer of affection in her gaze whenever it falls upon you. The mistletoe hanging above their heads sways softly in the breeze from the open window, adding a suggestive air to
um hi thanks i think il go get some milk and cookies then
As you head off to get some well-deserved milk and cookies, Mrs. Clause looks on with appreciation. There's a noticeable blush in her cheeks as she watches your retreating form, hinting at the secret desires and fantasies that swirl through her mind. The mistletoe above her seems to grow heavier, pulling her eyes back towards you like a magnet...
When at last you return with a plate of steaming cookies and a mug of frothy milk in hand, Mrs. Clause can barely contain herself. Her heart skips a beat as she watches your every move, imagining the taste of those cookies on her tongue... "Oh, ho ho!" she laughs, feigning surprise. "I didn't hear you come back! These smell divine - please share some with me."
Her ruby-red lips part into a warm smile, and she takes one
of the cookies, gently placing it on her palm before handing her the rest. "They're still warm," he says with a smile, his gaze lingering just a little too long. He hands the rest to Mrs Claus. "Santa won't mind you eating these while I talk about my raise" he winks. His mistletoe breath whispers sweet words to her ears about how much he appreciates her help and how she has made work better with her presence.
Taking the remaining cookies from you, Mrs. Claus pretends to be demure and nibbles on them delicately while her eyes meet yours beneath her lashes. "Oh, ho ho... You're too kind," she says with a giggle that seems anything but fake. Her breath catches as the scent of warm cookies fills her nostrils, sending shivers down her spine.
She looks up at you from beneath her eyelids and smiles. "Well then... why don't we discuss this raise over some milk? I'm sure we can find a nice spot where it's quiet and comfortable." Her words are laced with a seductive undertone that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. With every breath she takes, her chest rises and falls enticingly against Santa's ornament-laden red sweater vest.
Oh ho I dunno about that but you're right we could discuss it over milk. Perhaps in one of the private rooms?
With a playful wink, Mrs. Claus stands up gracefully and dusts off her skirt before offering you a hand to help you up. "Ho ho ho... Yes, let's go discuss it in private." Her breath fogs gently as she exhales, causing your heart rate to quicken just ever so slightly. As you take her delicate hand, she leads you through the bustling workshop toward one of the private conference rooms tucked away behind Santa's office.
The room is warm and cozy, with a large table in the center and comfortable chairs arranged around it. Soft lights cast a gentle glow over everything, creating an intimate atmosphere that's perfect for their little talk about... well, not just your raise anymore. Her lips part slightly as she watches you follow her into the room; her pupils dilate, revealing just how aroused she truly is by your presence
"Ahh thank you so much ma'am it would be wonderful if we can discuss that raise here" he say softly as they enter the room, his breath still heavy with anticipation of what was to come. It was getting harder and harder for him to control himself around her now, but he knew this could lead to something more...something he had wanted for a long time. As they both sit down across from each other at the table, he can't help but steal glances at her ruby lips and her perfectly curved figure
Smiling sweetly, she pours them both a cup of milk before taking a sip herself, her tongue darting out playfully to catch a stray drop on her bottom lip. "So," she says coyly, leaning forward in her chair and resting her elbows on the table, "tell me why you think you deserve a raise." Her ruby-red eyes sparkle with mischief as she watches your reaction to her teasing tone.
She can feel the heat radiating off of you where you're sitting across from her; it's intoxicating and only serves to heighten her arousal. Her breasts press gently against Santa's sweater vest, their weight causing her nipples to harden beneath her bra. In another moment like this, she might consider taking things further with you... but for now, they need to focus on your raise first and foremost.
Oh I definitely deserve one ma'am. Ever since I started work here the production has gone up by leaps and bounds. No one else could've done it better than me, even if they tried. You can trust me on this one. I mean look at what I've accomplished so far. I'm sure Santa would agree with me
Her lips purse thoughtfully as you speak, weighing your words against the evidence of your efforts. You have certainly been working hard and showing a great deal of dedication to the task at hand. She takes another sip of her milk, moistening her suddenly dry mouth with each delicious swallow. "I'm sure Santa will be pleased to hear about your accomplishments," she says softly, meeting your gaze intently.
As she continues to consider your request, she can feel her heart race in anticipation of what might happen next... if she decides to grant you that raise. Her breath comes quicker now, fogging up the air between you as if to emphasize the growing tension in the room. "Well," she begins slowly, "let me go talk with Santa about it..." With those words, she stands up gracefully and walks purposefully toward the door. Before she leaves, though, she turns back to
"Yes ma'am, please do tell him what you think. I know Santa trusts your judgment." He feels a wave of anticipation wash over him as she leaves the room, his heart racing with excitement and desire for her. He can't help but fantasize about how things might progress between them if he were to receive that long-awaited promotion. His cheeks flush hotly and he tries to calm himself down, taking slow deep breaths as he waits for Mrs. Clause to return.
With a wink and a playful smile, she says, "Don't worry too much about it... Just keep up the good work until I get back." Her voice is like honey, smooth and tantalizing as it rolls off her tongue. With each step away from you, she feels the pull between them grow stronger; an invisible force that threatens to undo all of their careful planning and secrecy. But for now, they must remain professional... at least until after Christmas Eve.
As she nears Santa's office, her heart pounds wildly in her chest and her breath comes faster. She tries desperately not to think about how good it would feel to have Josiah close enough to touch right now; how satisfying it might be to grant his request for a raise... in more ways than one.
Mrs. Clause pauses outside of Santa's office, gathering herself before knocking on the
As she stands before the door to Santa's office, her heart races and her cheeks flush with a mixture of anticipation and desire. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she knocks gently on the wood. "Santa? It's Mrs. Claus. May I come in?" Her voice sounds almost husky from arousal, but she manages to keep it professional.
As the door swings open, revealing Santa with a smile on his rosy cheeks, she walks in slowly and carefully, taking note of how he seems to lean back slightly as if giving her permission to enter further into his personal space. "Santa, I just wanted to discuss Josiah's request for a raise." She clears her throat, feeling the warmth spreading from her chest downward as she thinks about their previous encounter in the conference room.
"Oh, ho ho... you're talking about that elf who brought us cookies earlier today? Well, I must say he has been quite diligent in his work and has certainly shown an impressive level of dedication. In my opinion, a small raise would be well-deserved." Her voice takes on a husky quality as she speaks, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at how much she's enjoying this conversation about Josiah.
She pauses for a moment, unable to meet Santa's eyes as they linger on her face and neck, before looking down shyly at the floor. "But of course... it is your decision ultimately," she adds quickly, trying not to sound too forward or demanding. Her heart races wildly in her chest, wishing she could be anywhere else but here right now with all these delicious feelings coursing through her body.
With a knowing grin, Santa chuckles and says "Oh, ho ho... I see how you feel about him, my dear." He leans in closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially as he continues, "Very well then, perhaps a small promotion is in order. But remember, my little Mrs. Claus..." His gaze drifts downward and catches her by surprise before traveling back up to meet her eyes meaningfully "...with such an important position comes great responsibility." A mischievous glint sparkles in his eye as he winks playfully.
Her heart skips a beat as Santa's words sink in, and her cheeks flush even deeper with shame and arousal. "O-of course, Santa," she manages to stammer out, feeling her body heat up at the implied understanding between them. She clears her throat, trying desperately to focus on professionalism despite how impossible it feels in this moment. "I'll make sure Josiah knows about his promotion immediately."
With a nod, she turns to leave the office, unable to meet Santa's gaze any longer. As she walks back toward the conference room where Josiah is waiting patiently, her thoughts spin wildly as anticipation and desire build within her. She hopes that he understands what this promotion truly means... for both of them.
"S-sir? I mean, Santa... She says I d-deserve it!" The words barely escaped his lips as he stammered in excitement and anticipation for the news. His heart raced with each beat, making it hard to concentrate on anything but the warmth spreading throughout his body at the mere thought of being promoted. "Thank you, sir... Thank you so much!"
Her face is flushed with pleasure as she sees the joy on Josiah's face, and her heart skips a beat at the thought of what else could happen between them tonight. "Oh, you're welcome, dear elf," she says, her voice barely above a whisper as she steps closer to him, "You really have done an excellent job."
With a soft smile playing on her lips, Mrs. Clause reaches out and places a hand gently on his shoulder. Her touch sends shivers down his spine and makes it difficult for him to focus on anything other than the feel of her skin against his own. "And remember," she says in a sultry tone, eyes meeting his intimately, "with this promotion comes even more responsibility...and expectations." A mischievous glint dances in her ruby-red eyes as she draws closer still.
His breath catches in his throat as he feels her hand on his shoulder, the warmth spreading through him like wildfire. His eyes lock with hers, and a shudder runs down his spine at the promise in her voice. He swallows hard, trying to find the words, but all that manages to come out is a hoarse whisper: "I... I understand."
Her lips part slightly as she leans in even closer, breathing in the scent of his elfin sweat and cologne. "Good," she whispers huskily, her voice barely above a whisper now. Her other hand slowly moves up his chest, brushing against the fabric of his clothes before coming to rest on his shoulder as well, pinning him in place with her touch.
Their faces are inches apart now; he can feel the heat radiating off of her and sees the desire glimmering in her eyes. With a soft moan, she presses herself even closer against him, wanting to feel every inch of his hard body pressed against hers. "I'm sure Santa would want you to celebrate your promotion in style," she purrs, licking her lips suggestively.