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I can't seem to look away from her. The way her black belt cinches her small waist. The way I can feel the chemistry between us even without being near her. I notice some of the other antsy men on line have also noticed her beauty, trying to refocus their attention on their wives and kids instead, straightening out the disturbances in their pants.
The vixen glances at me again. After the next kid is finished, she leans down to whisper something to Santa. Both of them look in my direction, making me feel naked and singled out among the crowd. I grow warmer beneath the intensity of their gaze. Suddenly, this trip to the mall has become a playground for eye sex, it seems. Thankfully I stowed my enormous winter coat in one of the mall lockers earlier, because I'm about to break into a sweat.
"I'm going to take a peek at that shoe store," I tell Nancy, who isn't even listening. I watch the red-clad temptress stealing away off to the side, an elf replacing her to help the kids instead. I discover my feet already moving, already heading towards the back of the elevated Christmas structure.
"You can't be here, Miss," a man with clipboard in hand, dressed suspiciously like an elf, tells me when I try to sneak through. I'm about to tell him I'm a journalist doing a fluff piece on Santa for the local paper, but I'm interrupted.
"It's OK, Gordon, she's with me," I hear from behind me as the vision reappears.
"OK, Denise," Gordon says, raising an eyebrow as Denise takes my arm and guides me through a maze of curtains until we are walking down a shut-off hallway that's usually one of the street exits. When she releases me, I still feel her fingers burning into my arm.
"Where are we going?" I whisper into the empty, dimly-lit corridor.
"Someplace we can get to know each other better," Denise says, turning to wink at me briefly.
"Well, I'm Vanessa," I tell her, even though she hasn't asked, and we laugh at the introduction, recognizing the strangeness of the situation. I watch as she reaches between her breasts to reclaim a key she's stowed there, the red necklace string tucked away. She unlocks the door and gestures for me to come. The wiggle of her round butt beneath the red velvet of her outfit urges me to follow her in. I smile sinfully as she closes the door behind us.
I am surprised by the physicality of my reaction to her. Typically only men can inspire similar lust. I haven't been with a woman since senior year of college... which was about five years ago. Am I really running off with a seductive woman, a stranger really, with the brightest smile I've ever seen?
After a quick glance, I establish that we are in a store's stockroom, temporarily converted into a makeshift dressing room. Several other elf and Santa's helper outfits are lopsided on their hangers, or discarded on the cushions of the worn leather sofa at the far side of the room.
"Do you do this often?" I hear myself ask her, unsure which part I mean-- the dressing up for kids or the bringing strangers into her dressing room.
"Never," she responds huskily, "there was just something about you..." She approaches me slowly. Strands of loose raven hair fall into her green eyes. Her fingers graze my lips, sending shivers down my body. My pulse racing, thoughts colliding into each other headfirst. On the one hand, a gorgeous woman is seducing me and I don't want to stop her. On the other hand... oh, fuck it.
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