Page 7 of Kit
I arrived at Club 99 late, around eleven, hoping Santa was still around.
The club was in full swing. Christmas decorations flickered all around. Men jumped and swayed on the dance floor. The bar stools were all taken, as well as the more shadowed booths. But through the chaos was a truly magical path that led to the music stage.
There he sat. Santa himself in all his glory. His throne was huge, with red velvet padding and wide wooden armrests. A spotlight shone on him from above, making him look even more enchanted.
The pathway to the stage was created by temporary partitions with velvet ropes, like in movie theaters or playhouses. A red carpet was laid out and sparkled with glitter.
But the most amazing thing was Santa. His outfit wasn’t the cheap kind worn by window mannequins or department store Santas. It looked heavy and thick, the red velvet dark like something you could sink right into. The white trim looked like super soft wool. He had on knee-high leather boots over thick velvet pants, and a wide leather belt. With his cap and shiny white beard, he really did look like the real deal.
It took me back in time to when I was very small and Christmas was the most fantastical, magical time I’d ever known.
A cute guy with curly blond hair was just sliding off Santa’s lap as I approached. Santa handed him a little stuffed dog and a candy cane, his laugh low and sexy.
Another guy stood in front of the step leading up to the stage but was suddenly distracted by a friend and waved me ahead of him.
I approached Santa slowly. Behind his beard peered soft brown eyes. The eyebrows were dark, and I saw the tinieststrands of dark brown hair peeking from under his white wig and cap.
When I got closer, I saw the buttons on his coat were gold coins, and the fur ended at the neck. The rest of the edges from throat to thighs were trimmed in ornate gold brocade. He had little bells on his cap and at his wrists which made him jingle as he moved.
“Come on up, little boy.” Santa spoke low, from deep in his throat. He held out his arms to me.
I couldn’t resist the command and immediately bumped up against his knees.
“Would you like to sit on Santa’s lap?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“You can set your little toys right here next to me on the throne.”
I did as he said and held my arms out so he could help lift me up. In a flash, there I was before the entire club, a little with a sort of bad reputation sitting directly on Santa’s lap.
He was warm against my tush, the muscles of his thighs pressed against me. His body and the yards and yards of velvet seemed to absorb me. For a second I got dizzy.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Santa asked.
“Um. Um.” I had a seriously blank moment, which embarrassed me.
He chuckled, and his pillowed belly jiggled against me. “It’s okay. Don’t be scared. I’m not human, that’s true, but I’m from the North Pole and I love Christmas and gifts and decorations and most especially sweethearts like you.”
“I’m—I’m Kit.”
“The perfect name for the perfect boy. I think I have you on my list, Kit.”
“Oh?” I heard the tone of my voice sink. “Which one?”
He chuckled again. “What do you mean? The good list for sure. You look like you would never get into any real trouble.”
So, he hadn’t heard about my reputation. Maybe he didn’t come here. Or he visited on nights I didn’t play. Maybe he wasn’t into kink at all. Yet, he knew I was a little. He said all the right daddy words that he couldn’t know if he hadn’t played that role himself at some point.
“I did get into a teensy bit of trouble here a year ago. But I have been so careful since then, Santa. I promise I’ve been very good.”
“I have no doubt of that. Remember, Santa knows all.”
My eyes warmed. Little tingles of pleasure shot all over my body. My smile lifted all the muscles of my face. “Really?”
His voice went soft. “Yes. Really.”
“Can I touch your beard?”
