Novel & Cerita Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer Mrs Claus

Christmas morning had always been sweet in our house: gentle wake-up calls, coffee, presents with the kids. But the kids were with their grandparents this year, and I had been planning something far less wholesome for weeks. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, admiring the outfit I’d ordered online and hidden away like a dirty secret. The “Mrs. Claus” costume was pure filth: a tiny red velvet skirt that barely covered my ass, white fur trim brushing the very tops of my thighs. No panties, of course; every time I moved I could feel cool air kissing my bare pussy. The top was even worse: a corset-style bodice with deliberate cutouts around my nipples, the fur-trimmed edg

I'd rather not inform her yet of my residence amongst a family tied to the Mafia or what terrible doom may await me if I choose to leave the manor after I turned 19. My bleak self-assessment disrupts as soon as the Christmas melodies halt on the stereo overhead. The children and I exchange glances of confusion. Instead, we hear the distinct sounds of jingles somewhere. Suddenly, the manor's main entrance doors open apart. In trot, a dozen reindeers tugging a sled. Someone clad as Santa, perches upon the sled, leaning back against a massive velvety sack overflowing with gifts. A few people in elves' costumes trail in after, closing the doors behind them to keep the outdoor warmth from enterin

Mrs Willow never mixed business with family but when her stepson insisted she couldn't deny. Christmas was near...and as the city had snow everywhere it was a great time to cherish the Christmas spirit. People roamed around with their children and buying gifts for their loved ones. The decorated reindeers...fake and real were standstill in the streets. The fake Santa was waving the little kids...giving candies to them. At night, the decorated streets with Christmas lights enhanced the view. It was so perfect for Pidge...she was excited.

"Do not ever run away from the kindergarten in secret next time, do you understand me? Today, if Klaus wasn't the one who picked you up, you could have been sold into the mountains to herd sheep! They might even beat you up every day!" She responded quietly, "Oh." Connie placed her in her arms while introducing Klaus, who sat across from her, "Here, let me introduce you to him. He is Klaus. Klaus Durrett. He is a close friend of mine." Hilda, who was sitting beside them, was indignant. Klaus? Why must I address him as Mr. Klaus whereas Luna addresses him as Klaus? Luna greeted sweetly, "Klaus!" After that, Connie introduced Valerie and Teddy. "This is Mr. Teddy whereas she is Valerie."

But tonight, exhaustion mixed with a restless heat low in her belly, making her shift uncomfortably. "Dory, still at it? The reindeer need their rest, and so do you." Santa's voice boomed from the doorway, warm and gravelly, like a hearth fire. At 50-something in appearance but timeless in spirit, Nicholas Claus filled the frame, broad-shouldered, belly rounded from centuries of cookies, his white beard trimmed neat, eyes twinkling with that knowing glint. He wasn't the jolly myth; he was real, weary from the endless rush, shoulders carrying the weight of a world's wishes.

The pullover is a perfect fit on chest and arm and only the Let It Snow logo looks in any way out of place. As he moves, James, Richard and Larry unfreeze, donning their joke-wear. All sit, refusing to meet each other's eyes. Finally, Richard says, "Well, at least we know the worst is over." Mitch's mouth twitches and she whips something from her pocket, aiming at him: a small control panel. She squeezes a button and Santa's nose starts flashing in time to the tune of Deck The Halls With Boughs Of Holly... Charlotte and Beth both crease up laughing. Mitch extends the controls again to James and his sweater bleeps out Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer, then Michael's bursts into Frosty The Snowm

*fake sad voice and face* "You really hurt my feelings, you know that?" *ignores* "Just where are you looking at with so much focus ?" presides to go to the window where Claus is "Oh who is that beauty, is she a new knight?" *growls* Claus red eyes get darker while staring at him "The knights also seem to like her..." realizes Claus is staring at him with a very angry expression I fucked up... "You know what I just remembered I had something important to do somewhere far away from here...so....I'll live now" *nervous *

"You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen. Comet and Cupid, Dasher and... Vixen. But do you recall the most famous reindeer of all?" "Babygirl... what has gotten over you?" I asked, surprised at her sudden change in behavior. "What in the world are you drinking?" "Nothing," she giggled and continued singing and dancing. "Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer had a very shiny nose, and if you ever saw it you would even say it glows." I grabbed the cup from her hand and took a sniff. "Baby... is that... what is that, eggnog?" I asked sternly.

I said quickly, changing the subject, “I only thought it was you because yesterday, when I ran into you at the house, I saw that red and white thing in your grocery bag. Like part of a Santa costume or something. My brain connected the dots tonight.” He raised an eyebrow, then laughed again, lighter this time. “The red and white cloth? That was a Mrs. Claus apron. For the neighborhood holiday party next weekend. I’m actually supposed to play Santa there, just for the kids, fully clothed, sitting in a chair handing out candy. Derek’s been giving me pointers.” I couldn’t help it, I laughed too. The image of serious, reliable Mr. Harlan in a full Santa suit, beard and all, for a bunch of little

SCARLETT. The club is packed when I walk in, all glitter and red velvet and people dressed like they're trying to fuck Santa. Which, honestly, same. I'm wearing a Mrs. Claus outfit that's basically lingerie with a Santa hat—white fur trim on red satin that barely covers my ass, thigh-high boots, the whole deal. I look hot as hell and I know it. My name's Scarlett. I do p**n for a living, which means I'm extremely comfortable with my body and what I want. And what I want tonight is to blow off some serious steam.