Page 104 of Tinsel & Chrome

“You can have dessert later, Bubba. But first I need to see your runway walk.”

My what?!

Samantha aka Sam

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A few days later, it was the day of the show. The marquee read “Merciless Few Charity Fundraiser”.

I had already changed into my vixen Mrs. Claus outfit, you know... to motivate.

Bubba was changing along with the boys so he hadn't seen me yet.

“Ooh wee Sam, Lucifer is going to snatch you up into an empty closet somewhere! Hot mama!” Lila whistles, dressed as Rudolph like she requested but with a twist. The costume was almost like latex and she held her harness which was also a collar. She wore five inch thigh high brown boots and face paint to mirror the red nose that matched her red lips.

“Look at me? Look at you! Everett is a lucky man tonight!”

She high fives me, “Huh, every night!” The rest of the girls surrounded me, I kept the guys and the girls separate knowing some...would disappear on me if I didn't. The girls will be able to watch from behind the stage or the crowd.

My floor girls will engage the crowd and get them excited. They were all committed to the theme with Lila as Rudolph, Avi a glamourous Grinch, Kynlee the little drummer girl, Rose and Lacy were my elves, Kitty was a smoking hot nutcracker and Poppy, my sweet mother to be was dressed as Frosty the snow babe, her belly painted white and adorned accordingly. I even found a tiny top hat headband, she was so cute! Tawny, Jasmine, and Lilabeth were new recruits. They would walk around collecting money as gingerbread babes. I swear 80% of their costumes were spandex, latex, or leather. Like a holiday themed BDSM club.

I smile so wide, “You exceeded my expectatitomato-shapedet's raise this money for the children.” I put my hand down and they stack theirs on top of mine. “Forrrrrr...the...children!”

They go to their side of the stage and in the audience while I go see the boys. I pray Demon is fully clothed. I literally cannot with him.

I knock on the side of the wall before walking cautiously around it with my eyes covered.

“Is everyone decent?”

I hear whistles and catcalls. I decide to take a bow as I see their dropped jaws. I may be the club mom but I'm still a babe. Rocco's hardened stare among other things confirms it.

He shifts uncomfortably, “I am one lucky son of a bitch to have such a hot wife.” He rested his arm above me, hovering and making me feel vulnerable. I squeaked before standing confidently.

“Mrs. Claus. Stay in character, Santa.” I bump my hip against him before quickly getting out of arm's reach.

“Thank you, my sweet boys. Tonight we do this for the children but please, let's not go beyond rated R. We're teasing not soliciting...Demon!”

He holds up his hands, ‘I'll behave, honest! But to be fair, you parading us out there half naked for tips and orders is kind of soliciting and it makes you a madam.”

I roll my eyes. “Whatever. Remember, make them work for a flash of muscle. I'm looking for at least 200 pre-sales and $5,000 minimum so make your mama proud!”

Demon smiles, “Yes, madam.”

They high five and hype each other up. I leave them to it as I spot a full length mirror to stand in front of. I pull my top down and my tits up. It should be illegal to be this tantalizing. I feel the gaze of my husband on me even though I'm not looking.

I grab the mic and walk to the curtain, peeking out to see the people filing in. It looks like a few groups are doing a girls night out, maybe a mom group with the men watching the kids. I see a few couples and some lone wolves, those are the ones to watch. The age range is inclusive from the college kids to possibly their grandparents age. A section to the left is filled with grandmas and they openly start counting their singles. They had some hefty stacks.

“Hey, the old ladies are not playing tonight! Show them extra special attention.” I look back to see nods. I see the gingerbabes in the back of the theater ready to walk around and gather money.

After greeting, Poppy would start putting bills into the counter to stay ahead of the final tally. They would keep track of each month and who received the most money for it. I also see the pre-order table set up and ready. We did the cover photo of all of them shirtless sitting on their bikes in the middle of the road with the mountains behind them. They suffered a bit of sun irritation and burn but for the greater good.

I inhale slowly and exhale before stepping onto the stage. The applause was deafening and I was not deaf to the catcalling.

“Good evening and welcome to our first annual charity auction! I am Samantha but you can call me sexy Mrs. Claus! I came all the way down from the North Pole with some deliciously wrapped gifts for you. Tonight, we raise money for our flagship charity, B.A.C.A., Bikers Against Child Abuse, and if you've never heard about them, their mission is to protect children from dangerous individuals and situations, we extend that help out to abused women and mothers as well. We believe in that mission with our entire being.”

I take a deep breath because I always get choked up. “In a few moments, my guys will each put on a show for you in their Santa costumes and you will bid for which month of the calendarthey will represent. You already saw the cover mockup! Right now, they'll all come out at once so you can get some ideas. Then individually to entice you to vote which month they cover. You'll take the provided slips of paper for $1 each and write their name and month. Who knows, maybe they'll thank you with a little skin! The delicious gingerbabes will be walking around giving paper and taking your donations and votes! Do we got it?!”

“YEAH!” They rang out. I saw a lot of them searching or asking for pens. This is going to work!

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