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“Would you like a photo, sweetheart?” Santa asked.
“Yes, please.”
“Coby, photo please?”
A guy who’d been sitting nearby at the bar jumped up. He snapped a picture of me smiling with Santa’s arm around me.
“The photos are free. You can grab it off the Club 99 website in a couple days,” Coby said.
“Thank you.”
I slid off Santa’s lap. He bent over and grabbed his red gift sack. It hung limp from his hand.
“Oh, Kit. I’m sorry. I gave away the last toy and candy cane to the guy ahead of you. I truly apologize.”
“I understand.” I wanted to pout but forced a smile.
“Next time.” Santa winked.
Now my smile bloomed for real. “Yes, sir!”
Would there be a next time? I crossed my fingers and hoped it was true.
I grabbed my toys and jumped off the stage, turning and waving goodbye. Santa waved back and my heart did a little flip in my chest.
I hung out for a while, wandering into the littles room, watching the boys play with their stuffies from Santa’s bag and talking excitedly about Christmas. Two guys hit on me, but I couldn’t even think about that. My mind was filled with Santa. Only Santa. His voice. His velvet coat. He smelled like peppermint.
I left the club an hour later and drove home, continuing my Santa fantasy in my own bed.
4
Parker
I’d had at least a hundred guys in my lap throughout the evening. But none so sweet and warm as the boyish little named Kit.
That one was memorable.
He’d fit in my lap so easily, his little ass tight up against the tops of my thighs. And the way he leaned in and gently stroked my beard made me lightheaded. I couldn’t feel it, course. It was the gesture that made me want to melt.
And speaking of melting, yes it was goddamn hot in this suit especially with a spotlight on me. How sensitive of Kit to ask.
I wished I hadn’t run out of toys. Of all the Santa fans, Kit deserved one the most.
By one in the morning my gig was over. Club 99 stayed open past last call at two, but I was done.
I got up and walked down the Christmas path, calling out “Merry Christmas” as I made my exit through the employee door by check-in.
Colin patted my shoulder. “Great job. You look so good in that getup.”
“Thanks. Please don’t tell anyone who I am.”
Colin put a finger to his lips.
The employee parking lot was private with a security arm over the driveway, so no one saw me sneak to my car. I’d removed my fake tummy, beard and hat, but the rest of the suit I’d take off when I got home.
All I could think about was Kit as I drove.
I hadn’t seen the boy around, yet he said he was a regular. That was probably my own fault. I hadn’t been a regular much in the past year. I’d had no idea there was a little at the club with a bad boy reputation any worse than many other littles who were regulars. Littles tended to be mischievous and get themselves into trouble. That simply went with the territory.
