Using Santa (closed for southern_slut)

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The gathering for the people of Schweitz Enterprises was set, as Brent Tolden looked around with some measure of approval at the scene in front of him. It was Christmas time (as if the lights around the hall, the tree in the far corner, and the gifts around said tree didn't give it away), and as a reward to the hardworking and successful full time staff - himself included as a sales executive - their CEO had rented out this banquet hall for the company, paid for a rather obnoxious banquet of food and drinks, hired the best catering company and setup crew, and told them all to have a ridiculously good time. It wasn't known whether the old man himself would show, but he'd tasked Brent to show up early and make sure everything was in order. From the half dozen or so servers he'd seen about (meaning there were anywhere between fifteen and twenty in total), it looked like everything was ready. A few taller round tables for people to linger at, some others set up for folks who wanted to sit down, and long tables along the side with finger food.

And two bars with 'tenders who looked like they'd be able to mix every drink Brent knew, and a few he didn't. At a young looking twenty nine years old, he'd seen his share. But even as he was looking at the hall they were about to party the night away in, his focus wasn't on the food, the servers, or on the formal preparation that had already gone into the evening.

No, right now his eyes were on his friend, currently the only other employee in the banquet area. One Gerald 'Gerry' Jenkins, a thirty five year old divorcee who worked in HR. "Hey." he nodded at Brent, who met his gaze squarely.

"So, did you rig it so she'd end up as Santa...?"

A nod from the affable redhead; dressed similiarly to Brent, in a suit jacket, matching pants, and light colored shirt; although Brent's jacket and pants were black, where Gerry had went with a darker grey combination go match a light blue shirt. "Yeah."

"And the outfit..."

A shrug. "I'm fairly certain she got it, but whether she shows up in it is another story." He squinted at the bartender. "Can we get drinks yet?"

"Not for another five."

"Bleh." Gerry shook his head. "Hopefully she'll think it's just another form of hazing."

"Well, if the other office ladies did their job, she will."

Apparently, they weren't the only others who wanted to celebrate Christmas, as more people started to trickle in to their little hall. Schweitz Enterprises wasn't a large corporation, but they were a close knit organization, and even as more people started to filter in - some of the ladies, and even a few of the men in their Christmas best - Brent was eager only to see one lady in particular.

Not that even he knew how far their evening would go once she got here. It was Christmas, after all, and it 'was' the season...

 

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Katherine was a mess. Sitting in her idling little hatchback with the windows fogging up just outside the banquet hall she was wrapped in her longest coat and was shivering despite the heater blowing it's mightiest blast. Her fingers curled and uncurled around the steering wheel and her eyes were visibly wide and wild.

"It's okay... This happens every year and it's nothing special. You are new. New means you do the jobs nobody likes. New means you are Santa."



As she slowly reached for the door handle she heard the smart rapping of ringed fingers against the door. Naturally it was Marie from HR. Marie was everyone's mother and the look of concern was evident as Katherine opened her door.



"Katherine, sweetheart, are you alright? The party is about to begin."
"Oh, hello Marie. Yes, I'll be there soon. I'm just... Are you sure this is how Santa is supposed to be dressed?"
"Katherine, everyone has to do it. You should've seen Archie last year, it was a riot. Trust me, it'll be fine as soon as you're inside with the rest of us."
"Of course, I'm being silly."

As Katherine and Marie briskly walked through the flurry of snow that was dusting the grounds, the faintest of grins crossed Marie's face. It was no doubt she'd invested her heart and soul into this charade. Katherine sincerely believed this get up was tradition, and it was. However she would hopefully be playing Santa for a long, long time.

 

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And Marie wasn't totally lying to Katherine; this was a tradition, and Archie had looked ridiculous last year. He just wasn't dressed up as Santa.

There was a small foyer outside the banquet hall where jackets were collected and where folks looking to party were ushered into the main party area. Even if the party hadn't started, it sure had 'started' as the servers were already handing out drinks by the time Marie and Katherine arrived. Brent was already in motion, two drinks in hand as he walked over to them. "Laaaaaaadies." He said cheesily, laughing before he even finished it as he knew damn well Marie would know he was exaggerating to get a chuckle or two. "Cocktails?" He offered, having one in each hand for the women.

"Love your costume." He said to Katherine, his eyes lingering a little too long on the form fitting outfit (and how high the hem was on her legs), acting as if he hadn't had any part in picking it. "Did you find the place okay? We've been doing parties here for years, great staff, good food..."

...and the venue tended to look the other way if they got a bit rowdy. They planned on taking things a bit farther this year if they could, but it was early in the evening. The 'new girl' had only played her part so far as wearing the costume.

Gerald came over, giving Marie a smile and a nod, with a drink of his own in hand; a long island iced tea. "I think I like this Santa better then the one we had last year." A playful bit of teasing, which hopefully combined with the booze would put her at ease.

 

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"Oh, this old thing? Hardly the ideal for this weather."

Katherine indicated over to the window and there was an obvious increase in how much snow had started coming down. Taking a deep drink of her cocktail to ease her nerves and hope to bear this costume for a little while.

Marie and Gerry were playing their parts beautifully and the icing on the cake was Samantha. Samantha had played her bitter rival bit to perfection and the angry look on her face as Katherine walked in was just what they needed.

"What is wrong with Samantha?"

"Oh. She was taking bets that you wouldn't play along tonight." Gerry chuckled over the rim of his glass as Katherine's eyes lit up with a warm smile.

 

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Even as his attention was mostly on the party, on socializing, and on the games they were about to play with their unwitting newbie Santa, Brent couldn't help but notice the seemingly sudden increase in snowfall. It didn't concern him, but he'd seen a weather report indicating that it was supposed to be flurry free. Nevertheless, he tried to play his part, too, giving Marie and Katherine conspicuous looks, as if they were all planning something together.

"This is just an evening to unwind a bit and have some fun. Remember that." He grinned. "And if it means you can stick it to Samantha a bit, all the better..." She was in on it, in her own way. "Nobody's going to remember this when we get back to work. Tonight, we're just people trying to enjoy ourselves."

That was also a lie. Brent, Gerald, Marie...everyone who was in on the 'hazing' ritual that Katherine was about to go through. He wanted to make it a party they would remember, and maybe even repeat. Still, even as the guys eagerly waited for the real festivities to start, they would have no idea how far things would go in their attempt to make things a little edgy for their new hire.

"See that?" Brent nodded at a big chair that was off to the side; it was festively red with some green decorations on it, some garland around the top, and was a little large for someone like Katherine. "That's where you're going to sit and listen to what we wall want for Christmas." He laughed, trying not to peek too obviously at her outfit to give away what he wanted to do.

 

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"Really?.. Okay then, I suppose that might work. This skirt is so short though, you'll all be gentelmen about it, won't you?"

Katherine hadn't noticed her drinks were disappearing as quickly as they had. As soon as one seemed near finished another was placed in her hands and a new topic was struck to keep her unaware. As the last few people filed into the banquet hall the food was being served in a buffet fashion. Before Katherine had been able to slide her way over both Brent and Marie had flanked her and begun walking her to the large throne like chair. Everyone was gathering around and had begun catcalling with Katherine doing her best to own the part and play it off as much she could.

 

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The guys were hamming it up more then the girls were, made more eager both by Katherine's revealing outfit, the drinks they'd all had so far, and the fact that the young woman seemed to have no idea of their true intent. She could seemingly tell they were hazing her, that much was obvious as the hoots and hollers intensified as she made her way to Santa's 'throne'.

Brent took a drink, about to call out when one of the other guys - a younger, lanky, sandy brown haired intern named Matt who'd probably had more to drink then Katherine had so far - yelled out first through the reverie.

"Hey, howarewe gonna sit on her lap?" He slurred. "She's too small!"

Some laughter broke out, and Brent had to bite back a smirk at Gerald. They'd already discussed that particular part of the set up as Gerald stepped forward. "Well, usually people have to sit on Santa's lap to get their gift...but I suppose she could sit on whoever's up there." There were a few whistles and cheers at that, as the red haired man turned to their erstwhile female Santa. "Assuming you're 'okay' with it, anyways."

He didn't even finish the sentence before some of the guys - and a few of the women - started to egg her to accept their new 'rules' for Santa.

 

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"Oh dear, well it is the season for giving. Right?"

Katherine was putting on a performance, trying to take the role and run with it to keep the party social and enjoyable. Matt's eyes were unfocused and there was that blush to his cheeks that said he'd been at the punch bowl plenty so far.

"Well, who is coming up first? You'd better be good or Santa's gonna know."

 

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Gerald and Brent gave each other knowing looks. While they'd both agreed that being 'first' would not be ideal in this equation, given how they hoped to progress the evening and push things forward, neither were they going to let things stall with the edge that was developing, the hooting and hollering that would slowly let the sexual tension build in the air, push what was acceptable until the party really became one to remember.

"Sure, I'll be good." And Gerald started to move forward, having already agreed to be the sacrificial lamb, when something happened.

Well, two thigns. Matt, in all of his eagerness, started to lurch, but tripped over his own feet. The laughter that ensued from several onlookers helped keep Gerald at bay, which let someone else step up first. It was Lance 'Lanny' Moore, a middle aged married salesman (in a dark blue collared shirt and khakis) who comfortably slid into the chair, patting his lap for the sexy santa to sit on. He idly ran his hand through his receding brown hairline.

Judging by his subtle glances down Kathrine's top - he was much larger then her- and where his hand was on her thigh, he clearly didn't think too much of his vows.

"So, do I get to tell you what I want for Christmas or does Santa know already?" He teased, grateful for the office staff's focus on her and not on his hand near the hem of her red skirt.

 

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"Oh my... I'm thinking a football? Perhaps a tie that matches your sport coat?"

The laughter was infectious and Katherine was giggling and sharing in the moment with everyone else. Her hand set itself on Lanny's chest and the other went behind his shoulders across the top of the "throne".

Marie and Samantha were gathering towards the back and the note among the women wasn't very... pleased. Of the four of them Samantha was of the opinion things were going far too slowly.

"Sammie, dear, if it goes too quickly she may catch on to us. Let the men play this their way. They got all of us before, remember?"

"Yeah, Nadine, they sure did. And never again..."

Nadine and Margie from Human Resources were beside themselves. While Samantha seemed to loath the new girl and Marie was oddly in favor of the plan they were both sympathetic. Nadine's memories of her face covered in semen and pressed against a glass partition so the office could revel in her embarrassment was still vivid.

"Are we sure this is right? Keeping this vicious cycle happening?"

 

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It was a shrug of indifference or acceptance that was the only response to Nadine's statement. Samantha not only wanted to keep it going, but wanted to ensure Katherine got it worse then she had. Was it right? Probably not. But it was going to keep happening, at least for one night.

Any of the attending men who's thoughts were leading back to that moment of Nadine's horror also had rather vivid memories of what Nadine had looked like, for entirely different reasons of course. With 'santa' perched on his lap, her hand on his chest and her stocking covered legs splayed across his thighs, Lance was content enough to settle for a repeat. "A football and tie are so...impersonal, though. I want something that only you can give me." He teased. Truth be told, the mention of a tie had gotten his rather perverted mind going, and the only thing he wanted to use it for was to tie Katherine's wrists behind her back so he could chest jut out a bit, although his mind took the scenario elsewhere after that...

As it was, he snaked the hand that was on her thigh 'up' so he could look semi presentable for the camera that was about to click. "Smile." He said, nodding towards the soon-to-be photo taker.

His right hand, gratefully out of the shot, slid back to cop a feel of Katherine's firm ass; something he wouldn't normally do. Whether emboldened by the alcohol, the rising sexual tension in the room, or something else, he wasn't sure...

Lance felt her leg brush his manhood - accidentally, of course - and had to keep from squirming a bit. She was the one on display, not him, and he was grateful when he got off the throne. Katherine had gotten off relatively easily so far, all she'd done was had some staring down her top, and an 'accidental' palming of her ass.

The sight of Matt stumbling up to the throne next meant that Samantha was going to get her wish, as the young intern had taken some razzing for being too tentative last year. This year, he was going to try to set an example by doing whatever he wanted to the office newbie in the sexy santa costume, and he pulled her closely onto his lap; her skirt rising up was no accident this time.

 

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After Lanny's hand found her ass, Katherine was preparing herself for the inevitable with the drunken lot. The picture of the two of them would reveal the very moment she felt his hand up her skirt and the look of surprise and confusion across her face. She was sure it was an accident and there was no need to ruin the fun over it.

Some were more off than others and Matt was the worst of them all. It was blatantly obvious the moment Katherine set herself in reach he would take liberties. He lifted her skirt to reveal the bright red panties underneath and Katherine did her best to pull it back down and keep the mood jovial and light.

"Oh Matt, what can Santa bring you for Christmas this year? If you want a pay raise then you're in the wrong lap." Katherine indicated the boss with her thumb and it got a few chuckles and laughs but Matt was practically drooling as he was slurring his response.

 

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The sight of her red panties - matching her form fitting Santa dress - gave a few well meaning catcalls and whistles, but if she felt like the mood would stay 'light and jovial' with this crowd, then the young brunette would have another thing coming. Lanny smirked at the well meaning comment - he did want a raise, and had no chance at it - and contented himself with his hand pushing the hem up just a bit towards her upper thigh, his hand 'accidentally' brushing the rest of her torso as he continued.

"It'd be nice if Santa brought me you for Christmas." He slurred out. "Maybe all wrapped up with just a bow or two..." He hesitated, sliding just a bit so that Katherine's thigh was against the tent in his pants. "...I've been a good boy, I promise."

The truth was, Lanny was usuallly pretty mild mannered, but the ribbing and the booze had pushed him pretty far, and so for the photo he pulled Katherine around so that she was straddling one of his legs, his hands wrapped around her stomach...pulled up tightly to him, she might feel a rather unwelcome protrusion poking against her rear as they got ready for the photo.

But he wasn't about to let her shift away. If anything, his folded hands teased upward towards her tits, not to cup them (as even that would be too obvious), but to nudge the dress down just a bit to show off more of her cleavage in the form fitting outfit.

 

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The picture ended up showing the hint of red panties under the dress and a look on my face that was both surprised and intrigued. Given te way I was aske to dress it was inevitable someone would find interest but so suddenly was and incredibly arousing prospect. As we stood up I gave him a little peck of a kiss on his cheek.

The women had enough of the pitter patter and were surely eager to see more action. So desperate to be spared next year they had another cocktail mixed and passed it onto the stage.

"Oh, why thank you. WHo is my next good little boy?"

The response was three seperate accountants trying to step up at once.

 

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The guys didn't need their drinks spiked to want to push things up, although the women doing the favor on Katherine simply made things more...invigorating as the three accountants all but stumbled over one another to get to her 'throne'. Brent and Gerry smirked, the two men exchanging a look as Gerry stepped back, not wanting to entirely give up his view as Brent spoke up. "Looks like we might have to go two at a time to get on with this. You can take two guys at once, right Katherine?"" The seemingly innocent barb got a rise out of the more 'rowdy' folks still there, but there was only one of the two who sidled up with Katherine splayed on his lap.

"Y'know, I don't think it's fair that you keep teasing us, Santa." His voice was clear, precise even as it hinted at dark intent, the twenty eight year old youngster running his hands up and down her arms. "I'm no good boy." He peered down her form fitting red dress, his eyes wanting to see more of the body beneath it. "That, and you need to stop showing us those panties of yours...it's indecent."

And with that simple statement, he grabbed her arms while his 'partner' knelt beside the throne, his hands slipping up her skirt to to the sides of the offending red garment to pull it off entirely.

 

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"Whoa! What the hell?!"

As the soft hands hold my arms to my sides with surprising strength the other men peel away my thong to unveil a swollen and aroused mound clearly visible. One more set of hands comes around from over my side to force my thighs wider apart and give more people a view. Despite everything in me wanting to protest. My breath was coming in gasps and heavy panting like a bitch going into heat. Fuckfuckfuck I am so in trouble.

The women watched and some sadly dropped their gaze while the rest looked on in either fervor or rage. Their own humiliation was becoming fresh and two decided to approach the stage to put those memories at ease.

"Good golly gosh, she likes this! Look at her! She can hardly pretend to fight back! And shaved too, I thought only prostitutes and lesbians did that!"

 

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One hand teased the hem of her dress up necessarily from the second accountant, Ian; it was more so he could get access to the wet, seemingly willing pussy that was now on view for everyone in the company who cared to look; even those less then pleased with it seemed to understand. This would be Katherine's initiation; and for her part, the young, fit brunette seemed to barely be fighting back. Whatever they'd put in the punch seemed to be doing its work on her, and he intended to take full advantage. "Looks like Santa's been bad..." He said, spreading Katherine's legs even further as his fingers pointed and pushed inside of her; the lewd act ratcheting up what had already been a considerable lingering air of sexual tension.

The other man, Dane, was holding her arms at her side, her backside pushing into his tenting member beneath his pants. He pulled her wrists behind her back, both to push her chest out and so he could tease the top of her dress, 'accidentally' brushing his hand against her breasts, feeling her nipples hardening against the thin red fabric.

"Ask us what we want, Santa." He breathed into her ear. "C'mon." One finger pushing into Katherine became two, but it was clear Ian had designs on putting something much bigger inside of her before the evening was done...and that they would let it happen.

Nobody got out of initiation, after all.

 

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"S-Santa would like... Would like for you to keep your hands to yourSELf..."

The protests were largely a formality, even I didn't believe them as the sounds passed my lips. The grin spreading across Ian's face now threatened to crack his face and Dane's fingers unceremoniously pulled down the red bra top to reveal my tits. All eyes were glued to me and I was on fire with shame and humiliation. In a good way though.

"Hold on Ian..."

Samantha was actually strutting between the field of hungry eyes, her sense of theatricality was on display almost as much as my bare cunt. She stepped next to Ian and politely placed her hand along his. Smiling innocently she slid two of her own fingers inside of me and the effect was absolutely electric. My head rolled back and I couldn't seem to let out the sharp breath I'd just sucked in. She was chuckling with mirth and rudely pulled her fingers back only to force them into my mouth.

"Nobody cares Santa, you're here for us. And she clearly loves it! Look how easily I slid into that pussy! She's so wet Ian here needs a towel to save his suit!"

The room brto me into laughter as she leaned into my ear to whisper.

"I am going to love watching this and I want you to know you'll never be more than the office bicycle. Think about that and how you will be licking my ass before you ever try to rise above yourself again bitch."

 

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They hadn't 'planned' on letting Samantha get her say, but she had a way about her and the fact that she seemed to want to put Katherine down made her 'one of the guys', at least for the moment. Ian and Dane both watched eagerly as Katherine fingered her rougher then Ian had, then forcing her fingers into Katherine's semi-willing mouth. Some years were tamer then others, and this looked like it was going to be a 'rough' year for the office newbie.

The only question was how much or little she'd enjoy it. Dane cupped her breast lewdly, rolling the nipple both for his pleasure and for the ogling crowd before he gave Ian a look. The two men locked eyes for a second, and Ian's hands moved up to her hips while Dane's moved to her shoulders.

From the front, the ring leader, Brent, drink in hand, moved forward, looking at the mostly appreciative watchers before nodding at the two men. "Strip her." The two men needed no more encouragement as Dane pulled her camisole down her shoulders and arms, the fabric bunching near her waist along with the 'bra' she'd been wearing beneath it. It made it easier for Ian to take the material in his hand and tug it down her legs, pitching it theatrically away from her.

With that, there were now two hands on her aching breasts and hard nipples, while two rough, harsh male fingers pushed inside her wet slit, crudely masturbating her nude figure for her office mates.

 

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As the clothes are stripped away Samantha couldn't help herself. She reaches down to ball up the red panties and put them in my mouth. Leaning in again but with a stage whisper to let everyone hear, "Your mouth is for fucking sweetie. My advice is to keep it shut." My eyes are wide with a frenzied fear and sexual hunger all at once. The sounds of my wet pussy fill the air and Ian calls out about it to the office as Dane holds me still. Brent walks around to take in the entirety of what's occuring and he smirks to himself.

"Finger that ass! Get it warned up for me!"
"She's such a whore!"
"She's probably fucked half of us already."

The women all take in the spectacle and begin debating on the best way to avoid being thrown in as well. They lived in fear of ever being that woman again and with how cruel the men were it was clear being nice was a death sentence.

 

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The only 'downside' to Samantha's torment of Katherine was that they couldn't fuck her mouth right away, but Ian wasn't entirely interested in that anyways as he kept working the 'new girl' (who wouldn't be thought of like that anymore) in front of the increasingly ravenous crowd, the men starting to drink a little more as they eyed some of the women around them before turning their attention to the spectacle in front of them. The 'throne' made for an awkward positioning for what they wanted to do next, but that was part of the fun as Ian's hands went to his belt; Gerald moving to the other side both to get a better view and to help Dane 'hold' their soon-to-be-sextoy Santa.

That, and to hit the switch on the throne which caused the back of it to fall down horizontally, the two men holding Katherine down on it so her naked body could be fully on display for the willing party, her treasures unhidden. Nobody wanted to look at Ian's backside anyways as he pulled her closer, her thighs spread around his hips and his aching cock at her entrance.

"Enjoy your initiation." And with that, Ian pushed his hips into her, his manhood forcing its way into Katherine's wet, willing pussy, and he looked to see how she'd respond to his 'forced' entrance...

Not that she could say much with the panties in her mouth.