Santa's Naughty Little Helper! w/pics

This is a repost of a holiday story I posted last year. It was just before Christmas, 2000. We were still living in Arizona but were preparing to move away after the first of the year. My husband “Willy” and I were on our way to an office party at a place where I used to work. I had been recruited to play “Santa’s naughty little helper” for about half an hour, dressed in a skimpy red outfit to go along with the jolly guy who was playing Santa Claus. This was a pretty wild group when they got to partying, and Santa was planning some raunchy roast-type humor directed at several of them, particularly the boss. I was supposed to help him hand out gag gifts, shoot photos of anyone who wanted to sit on his lap, and pose for photos with anyone wanting me to sit on their lap. The costume was up to me, but they suggested that I make it sexy. And for this, I would get twenty-five dollars, and my husband “Willy” and I were welcome to partake of the food and drink and merriment.

It was past eight o’clock and the party was already underway, but Santa wouldn’t make his appearance until 9:30 at earliest. I was supposed to meet him outside beforehand, so we had time to spare. Willy pulled into a convenience store at the end of a little Spanish-hacienda strip (appropriately enough) shopping center for gas. It was dark and the place was largely deserted, so Willy gave me a mischievous look and said, “Wanta give ‘em a show?”

By this point in my life, I had a good idea what he meant. “Well, why not? But if I end up in jail, you have to take my place at the party!” I wasn’t wearing much - a pair of red shorts (actually “hot pants”), a little red vest, a red stocking cap, red scarf, black pumps, and no undergarments. I wore a dark auburn wig to go with the overall theme. And over my costume I had a warm and proper coat.



It wasn’t hard getting rid of the coat, shorts and vest. I looked around, then stepped out and started pumping the gas. It was a bit chilly, so I didn’t want to stay out long. My skin was getting goose-bumpy and my nipples were hard.

No one else drove up at that time, and no one driving by on the road seemed to notice me, even though I was in the light of the gas island. I guess no one expects to see a nude woman pumping gas at a convenience store at eight at night. I wasn’t too disappointed, as I wasn’t sure I wanted to be seen. Still, I had done this in broad daylight once before, reported in an earlier story, and the darkness provided a little more anonymity. My husband shot a few pictures, with and without flash. I was afraid the flash would attract unwanted attention.

I finished pumping and picked up my purse from the front seat. So far, so good. Now I had to walk inside and pay for the gas. Okay. There was one couple in the store, just now checking out. I headed for the door. Willy shot this photo as I walked toward the store.



The other couple came out just before I got to the door. They saw me, did kind of a double take, and walked past me to their car, staring all the way but not saying a word. The guy behind the counter was looking down at the cash register, finishing the last transaction as I opened the door. A bell rang signaling my entrance, and he looked up. And he kept looking, not quite believing his eyes. I said, “Just the gas.”

He said, “Yeah, okay. That’s seventeen dollars and thirty-nine cents.” I looked down at my purse as I opened it, acting, as I always do in these situations, as if there were nothing out of the ordinary. I realized he was looking at me, trying to figure if I was for real, trying to figure what to say next. I took out a twenty. He said, “Tell me where you’re going dressed like that, and the gas is on me.”

I smiled and said, “A party. But really, I should pay for the gas.”

He held his hand up to refuse the cash. “It must be one hell of a party! Look, you’ve made my night, just walking in here. It’s worth every penny. Most excitement I’ve had in two years was when I got held up. Until tonight.” He was smiling now.

“Well, okay.” I put the bill back in my purse. “Thanks very much.” I started to turn and walk away.

“Oh, no. Thank you! And come back anytime you want to.”

I looked back and said, “Okay,” blew him a kiss, and walked out.

Two young guys in a lowrider Chevy were pulled into the driveway. I waited on the sidewalk until they stopped. To get back to my car I had to walk right in front of them. The driver was getting out. He said, “What’s this? They putting on a striptease for the customers now?”

“Special one-time show,” I said. “Tonight only.” And I kept walking.

He said, “All right!” The other guy, inside the car, gave a whistle and said, “Ay, Mama!” I wasn’t sure about these guys, but like everyone else I’ve encountered, they only wanted to look. I said, “Merry Christmas!” and walked on. The driver, leaning on his open door as he watched me walk by, said, “Merry Christmas to you! Santa’s gonna be comin’ tonight!”

I laughed and got into the car with Willy, who had been trying to shoot pictures as I walked back. Most didn’t come out too well - too dark or blurry - but with a little adjustment of color and contrast, some are worth posting:



I put my coat back on and we stopped down the block to shoot the pic above on the bench, and some more revealing ones in front of a store with Christmas decorations in its window (see below). Then we drove on to the party. Santa was waiting outside, as planned. We were about to get out when Willy remembered I was only wearing the coat. “You gonna get back into costume?”

“Sure,” I said, and put on a pair of big sunglasses to disguise my face. “Okay, I’m ready!”



And maybe I’ll post the rest of the story later!

Sorry - computer froze up while trying to load pics. First, Santa's little elf in coat:



Then as I walked in to pay for the gas:



And as I hurried back out:



Posing in front of the store window:



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Now please excuse me while I take a coffee break! Anyone care for milk with their coffee? Just grab a teat and pull!

very pretty and loved the story...

oh wow...you are amazingly hot...and the story was fantastic...I want to hear the rest....

Great story!! I can see why you made that guy's night!!!

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