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“We should celebrate.”
“Later. I have to be there by nine.”
“You’re getting paidandyou’ll have a lineup of littles waiting to sit on your lap. You love littles. You have all the luck.”
“It should be fun. Wanna come along?”
Nelson was a kinky guy like me. But he was taking a break right now for good reason.
“Nope. I’m still moping about Chad cheating on me. I thought I’d hang out here, watch movies and eat junk food.”
“Lock up when you leave,” I said.
Nelson was always welcome at my place, plus he was going through a hard time. I could never say no to him.
“Just try not to get greasy pizza all over my couch and rug this time.”
“I’ll be tidy.”
“Famous last words.” I grabbed my keys and wallet.
Nelson settled in with the remote, calling after me. “Ho ho ho. Have a great time and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Seeing as how we had similar tastes, that left me pretty wide open to do as I pleased.
I was technically a Club 99 employee now, even if only a part-time temp, which meant when I got to the club I had the privilege of using the employee parking lot and entrance. Security let me through, no problem, despite snickering at my awesome Santa suit.
I had my own locker where I stashed my personal items, and was allowed to use the breakroom, which was a rather elaborate area with plush couches and a fridge stocked with snacks and drinks.
Mr. Winterbourne treated his employees well. Not that he couldn’t afford it. He was madly wealthy and owned Club 99 for his own pleasure. Plus, a nice tax write-off. I’d heard through the grapevine it made very little profit and he threw everything back into it, which included paying employees well and keeping the membership fees affordable. It was the bar that made the money to keep everything going.
It was time to get going. My appearance was set up on the live music stage. I even had a throne with red velvet pillows.
In the locker room, I pulled down my pants and fastened the false round stomach around my waist. It sagged but when I buckled the pants into place, it looked great. Soft and comfy.
I put on the itchy beard at the last minute. It tugged at my ears. The cherry on top was the hat with white curls of hair hanging from it. It had special trim with little bells sewn into itand a long stocking that ended with a furry white puff ball at the tip that sat perfectly over my left shoulder.
When I looked in the locker room mirror, I didn’t recognize myself. That meant I’d done my job disappearing into my role.
I cleared my throat and tested my Santa voice, low and firm, but lighthearted, too. This was a fun night.
I grabbed my red bag filled with candy canes and little stuffed animals. The locker room led out to the foyer where Colin, the bouncer, was manning the front entrance.
Big, burly Colin did a double-take. “Wow. You look great, Parker.”
“You can tell it’s me?”
“Nope. I saw the employee sheet.”
“Oh, good. I was worried for a second there.”
“It’s fantastic. Did you have that getup made special?”
“Yep.”
Colin grinned. “You’re going to kill it.”
“Are they ready for me?”
