Joidale, Massachusetts - 1987 - Three Weeks Before Christmas

“You’ve got to be kidding me Deirdre, is this really the best you can do?” Nikki sat before his casting agent’s desk feeling dejected.

“The studios are shutting down for the holidays, every theatre production is fully cast and the advertising agencies aren’t looking for talent until the new year,” Deirdre sucked on her menthol light.

The strip mall in which Deirdre’s casting agency was located was a non smoking building but the tenants ignored the edict and the landlord didn’t care so long as his tenants paid their rent on time. Deirdre’s Talent Promotions was shoehorned between a nail salon and a payday loan business in a less salubrious part of Joidale Massachusetts close to the notorious ‘red-light district’, which said a lot about the efficacy of the agency.

Nicholas Cooper, who everybody, including himself referred to as Nikki, had been a theatre major at college with dreams of bright lights and stardom but so far stardom, or even a steady paying job had eluded him. He eked out a living taking whatever role was offered and had so far done little more than being cast as a background actor (he refused to use the term Extra) on a couple of television shows, some television commercials and few theatre gigs. He was trying to save enough money to move to LA but was barely making rent.

“It’s all I’ve got babe. It’s three weeks steady employment at industry rates,” Deirdre tried her best to talk up the job offer.

“But it’s demeaning and it’s hardly acting is it?” Nikki countered.

“It’s a paying job! You haven’t worked for weeks now and looking at your bank balance you can hardly afford not to take it. It’s this or go and tend bar and wait tables until next year,” Deirdre announced around a plume of smoke.

“But it’s not even being advertised as a male role,” Nikki whined.

Deirde thought that calling the job a ‘role’ was like putting lipstick on a pig but she would never say it out loud.

“You’ve played femme before and you were good at it,” Deirdre countered, trying to sound upbeat.

“Yeah; sure,” Nikki huffed.

Nikki had played feminine roles before. She was ‘jailed tranny hooker’ in one of Dick Wolf’s Law & Order spinoffs, one of Lola’s drag queen Angels in a local theatre production of Kinky Boots and scored a one-off cameo role as a gender confused teen in a low-budget Lifetime TV series.

“Why aren’t there any women applying for the job?” Nikki asked the sixty-four thousand dollar question.

Deirdre cleared her throat while she thought about her response. She knew that if she told the truth that Nikki would never take the job so she gilded the lily.

“All I can say is that the girls I sent to work there left after their first day on the job due to artistic differences with the main character,” Deirdre was barely able to supress a guffaw.

“Artistic differences! Main character! The job title is Santa’s Little Helper and the description reads: ‘Assist Kennedy’s Department Store Santa to ensure that shoppers experience the joy of Christmas. Entertain the children and their parents while they wait to have their picture taken with Santa. Assist children when their turn comes to sit with Santa. Provide store location advice to help parents find the perfect Christmas gift reflecting their child’s Christmas wishes,” Nikki read the blurb on the employment description that Dierdre had printed from her fax machine.

“I’d basically be a child wrangler and store tout,” Nikki huffed.

“Look Nikki, I can’t make the job sound any better than it is. It’s paid employment for every day from tomorrow until Christmas Day at a reasonable rate, with reasonable benefits. The costume is provided. All you have to do is show up, be nice and festive, keep the kids and parents in line, help Santa, schmooze those who need schmoozing and promote saleable goods. If that’s not acting, I don’t know what is,” Deirdre stubbed out her cigarette in an overflowing ashtray on her cluttered desk and reached for another.

The fact was, Nikki was broke and the thought of waiting tables or hawking drinks in a seedy bar to Christmas revellers was depressing.

“Ok, I’ll take it,” Nikki finally relented.

Deirdre stifled a grin and reached behind her for a garment bag.

“Here are the costumes. I checked the size and the costumes will fit you as will the shoes. Here is the contract, the store details and some pictures of last year’s Santa’s helper so you get an idea of the vibe they’re looking for,” Deridre passed the garment bag across the desk and handed Nikki a thick envelope.

Nikki lay the garment bag aside and opened the envelope and took out a glossy picture.

A skanky looking buxom blonde wearing a short-skirted, low-cut, red satin Santa outfit smiled for the camera. The bodice and skirt were lined with faux white fur. Her legs were sheathed in opaque white hose and her feet shod in red pumps. A Santa hat was set a jaunty angle atop of her bouffant.

“Jesus! Are you sure they didn’t advertise for Santa’s little prostitute?” Nikki stared at the picture and could only imagine what was inside the garment bag.

“Hey, sex sells, Nikki. You know that most of the kids in that store are going to be coming from broken homes and just as many dads as there are moms are going to be taking their kids to see Santa. Kennedy’s Department Store caters to, shall we say, a certain demographic. It’s right down the street, on the other side of the red-light district,” Deirdre did her best to settle Nikki’s nerves.

“I bet half the women you put forward for the job turned it down as soon as they saw the costume,” Nikki looked closely at the picture.

“Look Nikki… you want the job or not?” Deirdre had other things to do.

“I don’t really have a choice do I?” Nikki stuffed the photograph back into the envelope and snatched up the garment bag.

Just before Nikki got to the door Derdre cleared her throat again and spoke.

“One more thing. They don’t know that you're a man but with your acting chops I’m sure you can pull it off,” Deirde waved Nikki away dismissively.

*****

Nikki was a fully immersive performance artist, sometimes referred to as a method actor. Regardless of the role being undertaken, no matter how small, no matter how demeaning, Nikki believed that an actor should fully embrace their character. A perfunctory performance was unworthy of the craft.

With that ethos in mind, on the morning Nikki was due to start his new job, Nikki had taken a deep breath and became the girl she needed to be. Nikki stood in front of the full-length mirror and gazed at herself critically. Nikki had tried to imitate the girl in the photograph as exactly as possible and in Nikki’s head she had become the blonde bimbo in the picture. With the transformation complete Nikki thought about herself only using feminine pronouns.

The transformation hadn’t really been that difficult because of Nikki’s experience playing femme roles in the past and she had the body, hair and face for it. The theatre world was full of gays and she knew that she was often referred to as a ‘twink’ with her slim body, long legs, bubble-butt, shoulder length sun-bleached hair and effeminate features. In fact Nikki had been advised to take up take up a career in dance rather go into acting because of her small stature and lithe physical features. She had very little body hair and could mimic a breathy Marilyn Monroe-esque voice pattern quite easily.

There was very little shaving to be done and the only padding required was a pair of silicone breastforms. Nikki had kept the breastforms that she wore when she had played one of Lola’s Angels on stage. She had forgotten how delightful nylon felt against her skin as she rolled the opaque white pantyhose up her legs and smoothed them around her privates and wondered why cis women bitched about wearing them. The pantyhose felt marvellously sheer considering they were opaques and Nikki read the packaging and was surprised to find that they were fifteen denier. The costume came with only one pair and she made a mental note to buy more at the department store because surely they were going to get snagged at some point.

She knew how to tuck and when she stepped into the panties and pulled them tight they gave her pubis a pleasing aesthetic, presenting the perfect female Vee. The undergarments supplied with the costume were spandex boyleg panties similar to Spanx. They were the same red as her costume and featured a low-rise waistband and broad fabric on the sides that offered full buttock coverage and longer leg panels, providing a flattering silhouette and some modesty when worn under short skirts. That was just as well because the tiny Santa skirt left little to the imagination. The white fur-trimmed hem rested very high on her thighs and the low-cut bodice displayed a lot of cleavage and she’d had to adjust the breastforms in the matching red brassiere to ensure said ‘cleavage’ looked authentic, the fur trimming helped with the deception.

The hair and makeup was easy, in fact very similar to that worn by Nikki in her role as ‘jailed tranny hooker’: smoky eyeliner, big #301 false eyelashes (favoured by all the best drag queens), gaudy glitter eyeshadow, rouged cheeks and bright red lipstick. She teased her hair into a bouffant and slipped into the bright red pumps and they fitted her as if they were her very own.

She pinned the Santa hat to her hair and surveyed the result.

Yes, she did look like Santa’s little helper but she could also be mistaken for Santa’s little prostitute.

She slung a red handbag over her shoulder and walked the six blocks to Kennedy’s Department Store. Although it was early there were people out and about in the street in the red-light district and quite a few of the men gave her appreciative glances or just gawped openly at her. The indecent catcalls and misogynist wolf whistles hurled her way when she walked past a construction site would have been offensive to most women but Nikki took them as a complement. It meant that she was playing her role perfectly, deceiving people into thinking she was a real woman. In her subconscious she was also a little excited that men found her sexually attractive.

Nikki was in fact still unsure about her sexuality. She’d had a fling or two with some of the actresses that she had worked with but found them to be needy and self-absorbed and Nikki had once taken something one night at a wrap party that lowered her inhibitions and had experimented with one of the theatre gays. Nothing penetrative occurred but there had been some kissing, fondling and mutual masturbation. Whenever she played femme as well as becoming fully-immersive in the character she often felt herself being attracted to men. She shook her head to clear it. She would be far too busy wrangling kids in the department store to even think about sex.

Kennedy’s Department Store loomed over a whole city block. It was an imposing old brick building, a dinosaur amongst the glass and steel modern buildings that surrounded it. It had been an institution for years and had seen better days. Nowadays it sold cheap knock-off furniture, appliances, clothing, sundries, toys, knickknacks and gewgaws to the lower classes; people who lived on welfare or had low paying jobs or in some cases people who were just cheap.

The store had been gaudily decorated: the windows frosted with fake snow, every window display included plastic reindeer, mannequin elves or fake presents stacked around fake Christmas trees. Gaudy decorations, tinsel and twinkling Christmas lights hung from every available fitting. The weary-looking staff were forced to wear Santa hats or reindeer antlers. Nikki received a few appreciative glances from some of the male employees but most were too occupied getting ready for a busy day’s trading. One of them directed her to the human resources office where an overworked and disinterested flunky gave her some paperwork to complete. Nikki had no hesitation ticking the box that read female under the gender description of the employee.

“Brent Kaulkman has been our instore Santa for the last five years and he thinks he owns the place. He’s scared off more ‘little helpers’ than I’ve had hot dinners, some of whom have come right here to lodge complaints about him before they left but the store owners love him. I would be very careful around him if I were you or he will eat you alive. Sending a pretty little thing like you to work with him is like sending a rabbit into a loin’s den. I’ll be surprised if you last a week,” the functionary sniffed and snatched the paperwork and pointed to the elevator.

“Second floor. When you leave the elevator turn right and look for a door that says ‘Santa’s Lair’. It’s actually an old storeroom but Brent Kaulkman insists on having his own office during the festive season. Good luck honey,” the flunky turned away and went back to shuffling paper.

Nikki found the faded and scarred door that had a hand written sign that read ‘Santa’s Lair’ taped over a traffolite sign that read ‘Store Room #2’. Nikki thought it strange that Santa would have a ‘lair’. Didn’t Santa live in a house at The North Pole or some such nonsense? Regardless she knocked and entered.

Brent Kaulkman was an imposing man who looked to be six feet and change. He had a thick thatch of black hair set atop a handsome rugged face. The Santa suit undoubtedly made him look bigger but he looked to be well-built. He was sitting on an old draftsman’s stool in front of a flyspecked mirror that rested on a workbench set against the wall. His Santa hat, with the shock of white Santa hair attached to it, and his Santa beard sat on the bench. He had been busy gluing bushy white eyebrows over his own black brows when Nikki entered.

She saw his face light up in the mirror like a crocodile that had just seen something tasty and easy to catch.

“Hello princess. Don’t be shy. Come on in and close the door. I won’t bite,” he grinned at her in the mirror.

Brent spun around on the rickety old stool and openly ogled Nikki from head to toe.

“You will do just fine honey. So long as you do exactly as I say, we will get along famously. The job ain’t that hard. Just keep the little snots under control while they wait in line, lead them to Santa when their turn comes and help sit them on my knee and I’ll do my thing and Steffie will take their picture. If the brat asks for anything for Christmas that we sell in the store, direct the parent or a carer to the toy department or whatever,” Bent explained what Nikki already knew from the job description.

“You want a little nip to take the edge off? It’s going to be a long day,” Brent pulled open a drawer under the bench and took out a pint of cheap vodka, took a gulp and waved the bottle at Nikki.

“It’s eight-thirty in the morning and you're working with children!” Nikki was appalled and waved away the bottle.

“So what? They can’t smell the vodka and you're gonna need it, I tell you. Those brats and their parents are fucking barbarians,” he took another pull at the bottle and put it away.

“So your one of those are you? A prude? I suppose that means that you're not going to come over and sit on Santa’s lap so we can talk about the first thing that pops up either?” Brent chuckled.

Nikki was appalled at Brent Kaulkman’s behaviour. Did he think they were still living in the dark ages?

“You’ve got great legs and a tight little butt. The dad’s and some of the older kids are gonna love you and the mom’s are gonna be jealous. Nice tits too. Just be nice to the shoppers and of course be nice to Santa and you will do fine. Now excuse me while I fix my beard. There’s a locker over there for your stuff,” Brent waved his hand toward a beat up metal locker next to one labelled ‘Santa – keep out!’.

Nikki was in two minds. Should she go back to human resources and report Brent Kaulkman or just walk out? But she needed the money desperately and so far her ruse was working. No one suspected that she wasn’t a girl and the job was only to tide her over until after the New Year and the money was good.

“I can do without the misogynist comments thank you,” Nikki strode over and stuffed her purse into the metal locker and locked it.

Nikki didn’t hear Brent get down from his stool, for a big man he was surprisingly light on his feet. When she turned around she bumped into him and he put his arms around her.

“Look here toots. This is my domain. Blanche Kennedy thinks the sun shines out of my ass and would never fire me. You might not think so but I’m a great Santa and I bring in a lot of customers. It helps that Blanche and I have a thing going on the side that her old man knows nothing about. He’s being cuckolded right here in the store he owns with his wife but he’s an impotent puppet who stays at home and let’s his wife run the business so I’m always going to get my way,” Brent’s face was only inches from Nikki’s.

He leaned in and kissed her and squeezed her ass and Nikki was so stunned that she just froze and let him. His other hand squeezed her breasts briefly and then he disengaged.

“There. That wasn’t so bad was it? Fix your lipstick and meet me at Santa’s Workshop on level four. I’ll introduce you to Steffie, the photographer who will run you through the ropes,” Brent was suddenly all business and he snatched up his false beard and Santa hat and made his way to the door.

Nikki could still feel the tingle from where Brent’s stubble had rubbed on her cheek and taste his breath and feel his tongue in her mouth. Her buttocks were a little tender from where he squeezed them and she would never admit it to a soul but it felt kinda nice when her spandex panties rubbed against her nylon-sheathed bottom. She blushed and cleared her throat and was about to utter a rebuttal but it was too late. Santa was out the door and gone.

Nikki considered what the HR rep had said about a rabbit into a loin’s den and then shook it off. The male version of Nikki had been propositioned by many a ‘casting couch’ lothario in his line of work. Being a ‘twink’ had it’s own disadvantages but presenting femme was a two edged sword. When presenting femme, Nikki was ‘pretty’ and being dressed as she was she was also ‘sexy’ but isn’t that what she wanted? To be completely passable? She considered this while re-applying her lipstick. The bottom line was that she needed the job so she shrugged the pass off and went to work.

Santa's Workshop was a surrounded by a little white picket fence and featured large Christmas trees and festive decorations and a throne for Santa to sit on and interact with the children. Interactive custom displays featuring toys, electronics, and the myriad of products that the store wanted parents to buy for their kids were arranged in close proximity to lure potential customers. A retractable belt barrier had been erected to guide patrons to Satna’s throne and keep them orderly.

A Rubenesque woman who looked to be in her forties wearing an elf costume was setting up her camera atop a tripod. Her costume was almost as revealing as Nikki’s, featuring a green low-cut, tight-bodice and matching short skirt. Red opaque tights, little elf booties and a jaunty green hat completed the ensemble.

“Steffie, meet Nikki. Nikki, meet Steffie. Steffie, show Nikki the ropes while I go for a slash before they open the doors,” Brent made the introductions and wandered off to the restroom.

“Is he always such a pig?” Nikki asked.

Steffie gave Nikki a wry smile.

“You don’t know the half of it. Has he propositioned you yet?” Steffie asked as if it was nothing.

Nikki just blushed and remained silent.

“If he hasn’t he will. He tries to fuck all his little helpers,” Steffie said matter-of-factly.

“What about you?” Nikki asked.

“My husband is military and he’s away a lot and I need the job honey, just like you. It’s only for a few weeks and I can put up with Brent’s bullshit, but I don’t know, he has this presence…” Steffie let her voice trail off.

Nikki thought that Steffie was not conventionally pretty and she carried a few extra pounds but she was buxom and with her heavy makeup she was attractive enough that men would be interested.

“What about these costumes though? They are almost indecent,” Nikki commented.

“Who do you think designed them?” Steffie smiled wanly.

“Follow me and I’ll show you how this works,” Steffie was suddenly professional.

It turned out that the job was pretty much as advertised: wrangling kids, keeping their parents happy and pushing store merchandise. Nikki remained in character and quite surprisingly, Brent Kaulkman made a great Santa and Steffie was patient with the kids who squirmed and wriggled and wouldn’t keep still for their photograph with Santa. A store flunky cropped, edited and printed the photographs and framed them in Christmas-themed cardboard frames and sold them to the parent or guardian at an inflated price. No personal cameras were allowed to be used in Santa’s workshop.

Nikki had to endure a few straying hands, turn down offers to meet later for drinks and decline phone numbers offered to her by horny dads but she took it in stride and appreciated the fact that her passability was never questioned. There was a forty minute break for lunch and Brent, Steffie and Nikki went back to the ‘Lair’ where Brent went straight to the drawer under the bench and pulled out the vodka. Nikki smoked only occasionally but she needed a cigarette badly and took her purse out of her locker and went outside to the staff smoking area and lit up.

When she returned to the Lair she opened the door and couldn’t believe what she saw.

Steffie was bent over the workbench with her tights pulled down around her thighs and Brent Kaulkman was fucking her, his Santa suit pants puddled around his ankles. He was holding her hips, driving his cock in and out of her cunt. Steffie’s bountiful creamy white buttocks quivered every time he slammed his cock into her. Nikki was dumbfounded and stood there immovable and speechless, watching Santa fuck his elf queen.

Steffie was moaning, obviously enjoying being fucked. She grunted every time Brent’s long thick phallus slammed into her pink maw and Brent was breathing heavily and moaning along with her. Nikki could not take her eyes off Brent’s cock as it slid in and out of Steffie’s vagina. It was the longest, fattest cock she had ever seen and it fascinated her.

Brent must have sensed Nikki’s presence because he turned his head towards her and spoke.

“You can stay or leave but either way close the fucking door,” he grumbled, never missing a stroke as he drove his cock in and out of Steffie’s cunt.

Steffie said nothing to Nikki, instead she pushed her buttocks into Brent’s groin to encourage him. Almost robotically Nikki reached behind herself and closed the door.

“Don’t break the rhythm Brent I’m close! Give me that big cock, you fucker you!” Steffie hissed through gritted teeth.

The little room was filled with the ‘thwok’, ‘thwok’, ‘thwok’ sounds of Brent’s enormous phallus being driven in and out of Steffie’s wet cunt, the slapping sounds of his pubis slamming into her ample buttocks and the lewd sounds of copulation. The smell of sex lingered in the air.

Nikki was mesmerised, fascinated with the tableaux presented to her. Steffie’s little skirt was bunched around her hips, her green opaque tights shimmered under the incandescent lighting, her feet were spread wide, her thick marbled thighs and pristine white buttocks quivered as Brent slammed his cock into her, her breathing was ragged and her cries of pleasure were guttural.

Despite the absurdity of the situation Nikki felt herself becoming aroused. Her cock began to thicken between her legs and a strange sensation of lust mingled with disgust proliferated her psyche. What was disturbing was that she was subconsciously considering which position she would prefer. Would she like to be driving her cock into Steffie’s vagina or would she prefer to be the one bent over the table being ravished by Brent’s mighty organ?

Her musings were dissipated when Brent issued a mighty bellow and gripped Steffie’s hips tightly and pulled her ass viciously back into his groin as he slammed his turgid prong into Steffie’s swampy pudenda and climaxed. Steffie squealed and drummed her heels on the floor as her whole body shook and her orgasm peaked.

Nikki could feel the wet patch beginning to spread in her undergarments as her semi-erect cock leaked pre-ejaculate into her pantyhose and panties. The climactic scene brought her to her senses and she spun on her heels and left the room and blundered her way to the smoking area and lit a cigarette with shaking fingers.

She remembered that Steffie had been deliberately vague and obtuse when Nikki had asked her about having sex with Brent Kaulkman but she would never have believed that they were having sex right here in the department store and on the first day of the job. Nikki stayed away from the Lair until it was time to go back to work and when she cautiously opened the door she found the space empty. A lingering scintilla of sex hung in the air as she made her way to her locker and put away her purse after freshening her makeup and perfume. She liberally sprayed her body with her knock-off Dior Poison to disguise the smell of cigarette smoke.

When Nikki returned to Santa’s Workshop she found Steffie fiddling with her camera and Brent seated on his throne, both of them behaving as if nothing had happened. Nikki tried her best to clear her head of the pornographic images emblazoned there and got to work. A crowd had grown while they were on their break and thankfully Nikki was too occupied with work to ruminate further about what she had witnessed.

The afternoon was busy and there was no time for small talk but during a rare lull Nikki confronted Steffie.

“I can’t believe what you guys were doing in the storeroom,” Nikki whispered.

“There’s just something about Brent. He has some sort of animal magnetism. Every year when I take this job I say to myself that I’m not going let Brent seduce me and every year he does. I just can’t help myself. The man’s a pig. I’d never go on a date with him but he gets me going and the next thing I know my panties are down and he’s inside me,” Steffie explained.

“Like you said, the man’s a pig. Surely he’s not that good that you can’t resist him? Anyway, aren’t you married?” Nikki whispered.

“Doug’s away all the time with the navy and I know he’s not keeping it in his pants. There are so many women in the military now and the guys joke that once the ship sails, every man aboard is single. It’s kinda my way at getting back at him,” Steffie admitted.

“You’re grudge-fucking Brent to get back at your husband?” Nikki sounded incredulous.

“It’s not just that. Brent has a way of exploiting your weaknesses and despite being a egotistical, narcissistic asshole, he’s actually a really good fuck,” Steffie grinned.

“I can’t believe you're willingly fucking him,” Nikki sighed.

“Wait until he tries it on you. If he gets into your pants you’ll find out for yourself,” Steffie gave Nikki a wicked smile.

“Not me honey!” Nikki blushed.

Nikki was in no way attracted to Brent and anyway she had a huge secret that she couldn’t reveal even if she was so inclined. She glanced over at Brent who was talking to an older lady who was expensively dressed in a skirtsuit and heels. Her hair was coloured and coiffed and her makeup was perfect. She was what Nikki’s mother called ‘mutton dressed as lamb’. Nikki could see that the woman was taken with Brent by the way she smiled at him and leaned in intimately, touching his arm meaningfully.

“That’s Blanche Kennedy. She owns the store and Brent sneaks up to her office after work and services her. Blanche adores Brent so if you’re thinking of going to HR to tell them what you saw, forget it. Brent is untouchable. That’s why he still has his job despite the complaints of sexual harassment,” Steffie explained.

“Fuck! Look at this bunch. We better get busy,” Steffie commented as a large troop of children shepherded by a couple of disgruntled adults made their way determinedly towards Santa’ s workshop.

Nikki plastered a smile on her face and went to greet them.

The afternoon dragged on into the evening until finally Santa’s workshop closed for the day. Nikki’s plan had been to grab her belongings from her locker and leave the store as soon as possible so that there wouldn’t be any uncomfortable interaction with Brent and Steffie but the officious functionary from HR needed to see Nikki. Apparently there was some glitch in the paperwork she had completed and although it didn’t take long to rectify, by the time Nikki arrived at ‘Santa’s Lair’ Steffie had left and she found herself alone with Brent Kaulkman.

She was very aware that Brent had stolen a kiss and felt her up when they first met and she had no intention of letting him do anything like that again. Brent had removed his Santa costume and padding and was sitting on his draftsman’s stool dressed in a ratty bathrobe, boxer shorts and t-shirt. A jar of moisturiser was opened in front of him and he was applying the emollient to his eyebrows to help remove the false bushy white Santa eyebrows glued to his forehead.

Nikki strode over her locker without engaging Brent who was watching her in the mirror. She gave him a reproachful glare but was stony silent.

“Don’t come on all holier than thou. What happens in this room, stays in this room. Steffie and I go way back; it’s not like I forced myself on her,” Brent said, concentrating on removing a false eyebrow and not looking directly at Nikki.

Nikki knew that she should just let the comment go. There was no point making Brent Kaulkman her enemy. She needed the job and despite the long hours and a few sticky-fingered obnoxious children and handsy dads and complaining moms, it wasn’t that bad. Most of the kids were sweet and most of the parents were appreciative and complimentary. Although it was at the bottom of the ladder, it was still really an acting job.

But Nikki couldn’t help herself.

“Don’t worry Brent. I’ve only been here one day and I well and truly know how things work. You’ve got Blanche Kennedy wrapped around your finger and some Svengali-like hold over Steffie. Let’s just leave it like that and have nothing to do with each other except for our work,” Nikki snatched her purse out of her locker.

Nikki’s dramatic exit, striding purposely to the door was curtailed when Brent reached out and grabbed her as she walked past him. He spun her around and pushed her against workbench, the edge pressing painfully into her back. His face was inches from hers and she could smell that he had been at the bottle again.

“You only think you know how things work,” he hissed.

“What happens between me and Steffie and Blanche Kennedy is none of you business. You need to understand that I’m the boss here and you will do as I say,” he grinned at her and the stench of vodka was almost overpowering.

“We all have our secrets, don’t we Nikki? Secrets that if they were exposed might endanger us. Steffie and Blanche are married but they know that their secrets are safe. Blanche runs the store like the Iron Lady so no one is going to blab on her and Steffie and I never meet outside the store. I wonder what your secret is Nikki?” Brent smiled wickedly.

Nikki wrenched herself free of his grasp and glared at him indignantly.

“I don’t have any secrets Brent, so like I said, let’s just work together and leave it at that,” Nikki put on a brave front.

Brent sidestepped and put himself between Nikki and the door and pressed her back against the bench. He pushed himself against her and whispered in her ear.

“I figured out your secret as soon as we met. Remember when I did this,” he kissed her and squeezed her ass with one hand and his other hand squeezed her breast.

He held the kiss a little longer this time and his hands stroked her buttocks and her breast. He broke the kiss and stared into Nikki’s frightened and confused eyes.

“They aren’t real tits are they Nikki? I know what real tits feel like. At first I thought you might have just padded your bra. You're such a dainty little thing so maybe you enhanced your meagre little titties to give yourself a better figure. But what if I do this?” the hand pressed against Nikki’s breast began a slow journey down her body, across her flat belly and snaked under her skirt.

Brent Kaukman stroked Nikki between her legs and Nikki stood there helpless while he did so.

“It really looks like you have a pussy in those panties when your skirt rides up but it’s just an illusion isn’t it,” Brent’s fingers sought out her perineum and found Nikki’s penis and empty scrotum lying against her taint, held in place by her pantyhose and tight lycra panties.

Nikki shuddered with despair at being found out on her very first day on the job. But Brent didn’t remove his hand from under her skirt. He stroked her flaccid penis through the layers of nylon and lycra and he chased her face when she tried to back away and pressed his lips to hers.

This time the kiss was languorous and lewd. He drove his tongue into her mouth and crushed his lips against hers while he gently stroked her cock through her undergarments. Nikki could smell the sweat on him caused by wearing the padded suit. It was something musky and primeval and virile. Nikki was mentally committed to her role and despite the feelings of disgust and helplessness, there was an undercurrent of effeminateness and desire there. She was a damsel in distress, helpless to fight off her aggressor.

Nikki felt a supercilious grin form on Brent’s lips as he kissed her. He thought he had won. He had exposed her secret and now he would take his spoils and currently there was nothing Nikki could do about it without exposing herself as a fraud and fleetingly she wondered if she might have committed a criminal offence when she misgendered herself on the paperwork.

But her thoughts were so confusing. Why wasn’t she trying to fight him off? Why wasn’t she screaming for help? More importantly why had she put her arms around Brent and why was she returning his kisses, opening her mouth, extending her tongue into his. Why did his hand excite her as it squeezed and stroked her buttocks? Why was her cock hardening between her legs?

Self-justification reared it’s ugly head. If she just played along she could deal with the consequences later. She was being intimidated, bullied and coerced, right? She was just trying to survive the ordeal. She would play along and try to extricate herself from the situation. She could negotiate with him after. Maybe she could turn it around and blackmail him?

These cacophony of thoughts rebounded inside her head: multiple and conflicting ideas competing for attention conveying a sense of overwhelmingness and disorientation.

The longer Brent kissed her and fondled her buttocks and her entrapped penis the more her inclination was to surrender. She could feel his hard cock pressing into her belly. She recalled watching the mighty organ slam in and out of Steffie’s dripping vagina and she wondered what that might feel like. When Brent took her hand placed it on the turgid flesh protruding through the fly in his boxers she didn’t fight him. Her fingers instinctively grasped the hard, warm pulsing flesh and Nikki felt Brent gasp into her mouth but he kept kissing her and she kept kissing him.

Nikki briefly thought about the night she had taken ecstasy and had experimented with one of the theatre gays. The kissing, the fondling and the mutual masturbation. But this wasn’t like that. In her mind Nikki was a helpless girl being groped by a thug. She couldn’t fool herself any longer that her role was merely theatrical; she had mentally become the coquettish Lolita dressed in the outrageously provocative Santa-girl suit and she was enjoying the raw sexuality of it.

If she wasn’t enjoying it and willingly participating, why was she stroking Brent’s hard cock with one had whilst the other was around his neck, her lips crushed again his, her buttocks tingling due to the fact that Brent was caressing them whilst he stroked her engorged cock, painfully trapped between her legs?

She could feel the silky-smooth gel leaking from the eye of Brent’s cock as she worked her fingers along the massive organ. She used the pre-ejaculate to lubricate the steely flesh. Brent’s breathing was becoming erratic, his kisses more fervent, his hands squeezed her buttocks harder. Both hands were on her ass now, scrunching her buttocks, the gossamer pantyhose and slippery lycra panties rubbing against her delicate flesh invoking sparklets of profane delight.

Brent removed one hand from her ass and slapped her hand away from his penis. He slipped his cock between her legs and closed them around his turgid flesh, his cock nestled against her pantyhosed thighs. He put both his hands on her ass and began to fuck Nikki’s thighs. The feeling of his erect, virile manhood rubbing against her silken-swathed legs was overpoweringly lewd and lascivious and Nikki submitted to the all-consuming delectation that coursed through her senses.

She put both her arms around Brent’s neck and kissed him deeply and soulfully, driving her tongue into his mouth as she rocked back and forth on her heels as Brent dry-humped her. She didn’t stop when he groaned wistfully into her mouth and his phallus juddered between her legs. Nikki didn’t orgasm but she felt a warm, delicious glow begin to dissipate from her buttocks and her genitals. Her body quivered with deliciousness of it as she felt Brent’s hard body press against hers as he held her close to him, his fingers kneading her buttocks.

The feel of his tumescent prick against her thigh, his tongue flittering in her mouth, the very manliness and roguishness of him was aphrodisiacal. Brent thrusted his cock harder and faster against her legs and Nikki squeezed them tighter, the lewdness of the act inciting her ardour. Her cock was aching for release.

She felt him shudder and hold her so tight that it hurt, but it hurt in good way and then Brent ejaculated and she felt hot jism explode from Brent’s cock, some of it spattering against the workbench but most of it splattering on her legs. The scalding, viscous juices saturating her pantyhose, soaking into the nylon. His essences drenched her legs, his tongue was alive in her mouth. He held her there, his cock quivering, the salty reek of fresh semen drifting upwards as his warm, glutinous jism pooled on her thighs.

Nikki imagined how it would look to anyone who entered the room and witnessed the lewd, obscene tableaux of big, bad Brent Kaulkman holding the diminutive Santa-girl close to him, kissing her passionately, his cock between her thighs dribbling the last of his issue down her long shapely legs shrouded in opaque white pantyhose, the nylon soaking up the watery seminal fluids, the glutinous ejaculatory plasma clinging to her gossamer-sheathed legs.

Then just like that… it was over.

Brent Kaulkman pushed Nikki away and dabbed at his flagging erection with one of the tissues he had used to wipe away the emollient he was using to remove his false brows. He tucked his penis away and shoved the box of tissues into Nikki’s hands then strode over to his locker as if nothing had happened between them.

“Clean yourself up and don’t tell anyone what happened and I won’t have to visit HR and tell them that you have committed fraud. Don’t be late tomorrow it’s only going to get busier the closer we get to Christmas,” Brent said as he tucked the tails of his shirt into his trousers.

He slipped his feet into his loafers, took his briefcase and winter jacket from his locker and headed for the door. He stopped briefly and kissed Nikki on the cheek.

“Thanks honey, that was very nice of you. See you tomorrow,” he patted her softly on the left buttock and left, leaving Nikki standing stock-still and stunned.

Nikki absentmindedly took out handfuls of tissue and dabbed at her legs, mopping up Brent’s cooling ejaculate. She pulled down her skirt and slowly came out of her fugue; the enormity of what had occurred to her began to sink in.

Her first inkling was to go to HR first thing in the morning and tell them what had happened or maybe she should even go to the police. But what could she tell them? That she had willingly stroked Brent Kaulkman to full tumescence and then stood still while he raped her legs. But that wasn’t close to the truth. She hadn’t been assaulted. She had been coerced and then she had become a willing participant. Nikki took her purse from her locker and fixed her makeup before she left Santa’s Lair.

Still dazed, she took the elevator to the floor that stocked lingerie and hosiery and made her way over the hosiery counter. There were only a couple of employees left on the floor, busy closing down the store. Nikki rummaged through the drawers containing packages of stockings, tights and pantyhose until she found what she looking for. She snatched the only four pairs of white Hanes ultra sheer pantyhose in her size and stuffed them in her purse and made her way back to the elevator.

She briefly considered stopping to change her pantyhose but Brent’s juices were hardly discernible on the gauzy white nylon. She just wanted to get out of the department store and she nodded politely at the security guard on the door as she left, aware that he was checking out her ass and legs as she walked away but not caring. She immediately became aware of the cold and wished she had worn a coat to work. The red-light district was in full swing. The bars and nightclubs were open, men furtively dived in and out of the adult shops and peepshows, hustlers and prostitutes hung around the street corners openly flaunting their wares. Nikki was just part of the eclectic diorama and except for a few appreciative glances she was ignored.

When she was safely ensconced in her dingy little apartment she went straight to the freezer and pulled out the bottle of vodka that she kept there and poured herself a double. She swallowed it down and then poured another. She walked into the bedroom to undress but paused to look at herself in the mirror. Her pun about looking like Santa’s little prostitute wasn’t far from the truth.

She stripped and carefully hung the costume on two coat hangers and brushed away the smudges caused by sticky-fingered kids. She hung the costume in the wardrobe next to the second identical costume. She could get another day out of the one she had worn today and then it would have to go to the same-day drycleaner. The pantyhose she was wearing went into the little bin in her bathroom.

Nikki had to concentrate really hard to lose the Santa’s little helper character but eventually his male consciousness returned. He ate a TV dinner and drank two more shots of vodka before going to bed. Sleep did not come easy. He kept thinking of himself in as his feminine alter ego and reliving what had happened to Nikki in the storeroom developed a nuisance erection that would just not go away.

He jumped out of bed and retrieved the pantyhose from the bin and climbed back into bed and surrendered his psyche to Nikki the sexy Santa girl. It was a little unnerving how quickly Nikki could change gender in her head. She put one leg of the pantyhose to her nose and inhaled the musky scent of Brent Kaulkman’s damp semen and wrapped the other leg around her cock and jerked it only briefly before ejaculating into the silky hose. The fantasies that she conjured as she masturbated were beyond pornographic and when Nikki finally fell asleep, guilt replaced the gratification she had felt when he had masturbated and climaxed.

*****

Nikki remembered to wear her warm coat to work the next day and although she still attracted the odd catcall and wolf whistle, she felt better now that the raunchy little costume was covered. In the Lair conversation was stilted. No reference was made by anyone about the events of the previous day. Brent, Steffie and Nikki went down to Santa’s workshop and were busy from the get-go with no time for small talk.

During the break, rather than face Brent Kaulkman, Nikki grabbed her coat and left the store and walked to the other end of the red-light district and entered Deirdre’s Talent Promotions and unannounced she entered Deirdre Soward’s office.

Deirdre was on the phone and held up a finger to Nikki and pointed to the visitor’s seat in front of her desk. Nikki took off her coat and sat in the chair quietly fuming until Dierdre finished her call and picked up the burning cigarette in the ashtray.

“The costume fits you perfectly and you really look the part Nikki. Christ, even sitting right here in front of me I’d never guess that you weren’t a woman,” Deirdre sucked on her cigarette while she rummaged through a pile of mail on her desk searching for something.

Nikki shrugged off the compliment and let her anger and resentment pour out of her.

“When I asked you why no women wanted the job at Kennedy’s you said that it was because the girls you had sent to work there left the job after their first day due to artistic differences with the main character. What you really meant was that Brent Kaulkman had tried it on with them didn’t you?” Nikki seethed.

Deirdre looked a little sheepish.

“These young girls today. They're too meek and easily intimidated and have overinflated egos. They all think they’re going to be the next Molly Ringwald or Ally Sheedy,” Deirdre tried to dodge the question.

“You knew that Brent Kaulkman was a predator but you sent me anyway,” Nikki challenged her.

“Who the fuck is Brent Kaulkman?” Deirdre drew on her cigarette.

Deirdre had finally found what she was looking for amid the clutter on her desk and was turning an envelope over and over in her hands.

“He’s the store Santa and he’s a sexual deviant,” Nikki hissed.

“Look. I knew the guy had a reputation but I never thought he’d try anything with you. You’re mature and confident and let’s face it… you’re a man. You present as a very convincing young woman but you are a man after all,” Deirdre said defensively.

“Did he try something with you?” an amused look crossed Deirdre’s face.

“If he did he must have been surprised,” Deirdre chuckled.

Nikki blushed and a sheepishly looked away.

“What did he do?” Deirdre stopped chuckling and became serious.

“I won’t go into details but he sexually abused me,” Nikki admitted.

“Did he rape you?” Dierdre sounded sceptical.

Nikki told Dierdre what had happened leaving out her own complicity.

“So he knows you are not really a girl but he’s keeping schtum and you still have the job,” Deirdre breathed a sigh of relief.

“That’s what your taking from this! I was molested in a storeroom of a department store only a few blocks from here and all you're concerned about is that I still have my job!” Nikki was incredulous.

“Oh, come off it! This is the nineteen eighties. You’ve got it easy! Back when I was a young hoofer treading the boards, if you didn’t give the casting director a blowjob you didn’t get into the chorus line. Casting couches were a real thing back then. It went with the job. All this Kaulkman guy did was rub up against you a little,” Deirdre crushed out her cigarette and reached for another.

She thrust the envelope that she had been toying with at Nikki who was too stunned to respond to Deirdre’s diatribe.

Nikki opened the envelope and stared at the sheet of paper she extracted from it, unable to comprehend what she was looking at.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“That is a check advancing your first week’s wages which has been doubled. After only one day at the store Blanche Kennedy was so impressed with your performance that she doubled your wage and advanced you the first week,” Deirdre had a smug look on her face.

“Do you know how often that happens? I’ll tell you how often… NEVER!,” Deirdre announced triumphantly.

“They even doubled my placement fee,” Deirdre waved a similar envelope in front of Nikki’s face.

Nikki was stunned. She stared at the document and finally realised that below the perforations at the bottom of the letter was a check for twice the weekly amount she had been promised.

“Fucking Brent Kaulkman! He’s using his influence with Blanche Kennedy to buy me off,” Nikki whispered.

“And is that such a bad thing? Let this Kaulkman guy cop a feel now and then and stop your whining. That’s the biggest check you have ever earned for a week’s work Nikki and it’s been advanced! I’d suck this Kaulkman’s guy’s dick for that amount of money. Don’t be a baby and don’t look a gift horse in the mouth,” Deirdre offered Nikki a cigarette and she took one.

If Nikki was expecting sympathy she had come to wrong place. She looked at the numbers on the check and couldn’t help but ruminate on what she could do with the money. She was broke and suddenly King Midas, in the form of Brent Kaulkman, had turned the turd that was he current employment situation into gold.

“Look, the job is only for three weeks but that’s a lot of money. You might look like a pretty little nymphet in that costume but you’re a fully grown man. Can’t you deal with this Kaulkman guy for three weeks and take the money and run?” Deirdre pleaded with Nikki.

What Deirdre didn’t know was how complete Nikki’s transformation was. Not just physically but mentally. Nikki wasn’t a fully grown man when she left for work in the mornings, she was the pretty little nymphet that Deirdre had had so eloquently described. She was Lolita and Brent Kaulkman was Humbert Humbert.

Nikki faced a moral dilemma; a crisis of conscience. But… the money was good and in her mind she played down what had happened in Santa’s Lair. Deirdre was right, all that Brent Kaulkman had done was ‘rub up against her a little’ and she was as much to blame for leading him on. She should have just resisted his advances more firmly. Nikki knew that she was lying to herself but self-justification once again reared it’s ugly head and Nikki set her resolve.

“I have to get back to work,” Nikki stuffed the check in her purse and reached for her coat.

“There’s a good girl,” Deirdre picked up the phone to make another call, waving Nikki goodbye.

Deirdre put down the phone and suddenly realised that she had referred to Nikki as a good girl. Nikki had been so convincing, so immersed in the role that she talked, walked and behaved like a girl. Her mannerisms, comportment and demeanour had been such that Deirdre had only thought about Nikki as a girl during their interaction, despite reminding Nikki that she was grown man. Deirdre looked at the placement check in front of her and shrugged her shoulders. Nikki was a big girl. She could look after herself.

Returning to the Lair after stopping to cash the check at a convenience store Nikki sensed that something had happened between Steffie and Brent. She couldn’t discern any smell of sex like she had the last time Steffie and Brent had been alone in the Lair but she wasn’t particularly interested. She had cash in her pocket and the conversation she’d had with Dierdre was still resonating in her mind. She put her coat and purse away, checked her makeup and locked her locker. It was time to get back to work.

When they closed up Santa’s workshop for the day Nikki took some of the cash from her locker and made a few purchases before the store closed. Money had always burnt a hole in Nikki’s pocket. When she returned to the Lair Steffie was gone and Brent had changed out of his Santa costume and was wearing his ratty bathrobe. A newly-opened vodka bottle was on the workbench, its predecessor in the trash. Brent was reading the store’s Christmas advertising flyer.

“There are some real bargains in here. A girl with cash in her pocket could go nuts, especially if she has a staff discount,” Brent said offhandedly but Nikki knew what he meant.

Nikki ignored him, putting the bags containing her purchases on the floor beside the locker while she collected her coat. She sensed Brent beside her. He had an alarming way of sneaking up on her. He rested his arm on her locker door, effectively blocking her way.

“Aren't you going to thank me for your Christmas bonus,” he smiled sweetly at her but Nikki detected the malice underneath the sweet smile.

“If I was going to thank anyone it would be Blanche Kennedy. It’s her store. Her money,” Nikki tried to push past Brent but he wouldn’t move.

“Who do you think convinced her to advance your pay check and double it?” Brent put out his hand and stroked Nikki’s cheek.

“I’m not a prostitute. You can’t have sex with me and pay me and expect me to be grateful,” Nikki replied indignantly.

“That’s exactly what I expect. I could have got you fired, instead I got you more money,” Brent’s fingers caressed her cheek and then trailed across her face to her mouth.

He traced the outline of her lips with a fingertip.

“You know what I am under this costume,” Nikki glared at Brent.

“I know exactly what you are. There are girls like you on nearly every corner of the red-light district,” Brent chuckled.

“I told you that I’m not a prostitute,” Nikki said indignantly.

“I didn’t mean that. I meant girls who have a little something extra in their panties,” Brent slid a hand under her skirt and stroked the fold where her thigh joined her torso.

Nikki had never really considered the place where Brent was stroking her to be an erogenous zone but little freshets of delight radiated from where Brent was fondling her. He leaned it to kiss her and Nikki turned her face away. Brent gently turned her face in his direction and lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. His fingers continued to gently stroke the crease at the top of her thigh. His lips were soft, his breath sweet, tinged with vodka. She could smell the manliness of him, the funk of dried sweat caused by wearing the padded costume all day. It should have revolted her but his manliness amplified her own feelings of femininity.

Why wasn’t she pushing him away? Why wasn’t she screaming at the top of her lungs? Why was part of her wishing he would continue to stroke her there while another part of her was repulsed by his actions. Nikki recalled the comment that she had made regarding Brent’s Svengali-like hold over Steffie and the comparison she had made comparing herself to Lolita and Brent Kaulkman to Humbert Humbert. She was so tiny and effete and Brent was so brawny and masculine. She also recalled what Dierdre had said in her office: let this Kaulkman guy cop a feel now and then and stop your whining.

Nikki decided to let him ‘cop a feel’ knowing instinctively that once again she was self-justifying actions she knew to be inappropriate.

The little freshets of pleasure radiating from the top her thighs increased when Brent slid his tongue into her mouth. The feel of the gauzy pantyhose rubbing against her tender flesh and his palm occasionally brushing the front of her silky panties while he worked his fingers on her leg was delightfully naughty. She kissed him back, slipping her tongue into his mouth and she felt him smile around the kiss.

Brent removed his hand from under Nikki’s skirt and pulled her into an embrace and Nikki felt her resolve melting as she put her hands around his neck and returned the kiss with equal vigour. She lifted a leg and rubbed it against him coquettishly. It was a very feminine thing to do and she did it instinctively.

Brent took her hand and guided it inside his bathrobe. She felt the muscles on his hairy chest and flat belly as Brent steered her hand towards his groin. He let go of her hand and his hand returned to her leg and he began to caress the top of her thigh again, this time deliberately stroking her taint, occasionally his fingertip traced the bulge of her thickening cock.

Nikki would be lying if she said that she was being coerced this time. She took his thickening phallus in her hand and kissed him even deeper. Brent fumbled around inside her panties and freed her cock so that it tented her panties. He stroked her the same way that she was stroking him, the difference being that she could feel his silky cock-flesh, the veins pulsing and the shaft thickening whilst her own cock was imprisoned in nylon and spandex.

She imagined that soon Brent would guide his cock between her legs and thigh-fuck her like he had yesterday but that wasn’t the case. He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed down on them. At first Nikki was confused and then she remembered the time she had experimented with one of the theatre gays. He had tried to direct Nikki’s mouth to his cock but Nikki had refused. Kissing, fondling and mutual masturbation was as far as Nikki was prepared to go at the time.

But on the night in question Nikki had been a boy, experimenting with another boy. This time she was a girl and she felt every inch a woman and she was curious, and if she was honest, a little excited at the prospect. She had been fellated by one of the actresses that she’d had sex with and had enjoyed it and the inquisitive part of Nikki’s sexually-unsure self had wondered if the girl actually enjoyed sucking cock.

She let Brent ease her to the floor so that she was kneeling in front of him. The bathrobe was open and Brent's cock was level with her face. It was magnificent; long, thick and veiny with a globule of clear precum glistening on the eye. Nikki had witnessed Brent sliding this mighty organ in and out of Steffie’s vagina; Steffie’s puffy labia glistening with her juices which glazed Brent’s steely shaft. The organ was just as impressive this close to her face.

She stuck out her tongue and lapped at the beads of precum, relishing the sweetness of the nectar. Then she took the mighty weapon into her mouth and suckled it. Nikki tried to recall exactly what the slutty actress had done to her cock and tried her best to emulate it. She went to work on Brent's cock, feeling her own cock thicken to full tumescence in her panties.

Any pretence of self-vindication had vanished. She was already highly aroused and as soon as she had got on her knees and saw Brent’s hard cock quivering in front of her face she was determined to carry the act through to completion. Self-justification had transformed into self-gratification. She stroked her cock through her panties as she took Brent’s manhood into her mouth.

Brent's cock felt spongy and pliable whilst remaining rigid. She explored his fraenulum with the tip of her tongue and when Brent moaned she smiled to herself. Whatever she was doing, she was doing it right. She took as much of his cock as could into her mouth and began to suckle the rigid pole. She ran her red-lipsticked lips up and down the shaft whilst her tongue lapped at his glans. She relished the sweet taste of the precum leaking from the mighty organ and savoured the nectar as she swallowed it.

Brent looked down on the little girl in the sexualised Santa costume sucking his cock. Her big beautiful eyes enhanced by her makeup, her fine cheekbones rouged and powdered, her lips coated in bright red lipstick slavering his manhood. She was so dainty and so angelic, almost innocent, but at the same time there was no doubt that she was enjoying what she was doing. He could see that she had her hand under her skirt and that she was fondling herself. He smiled wickedly and put his hands lightly either side of her head, not wanting to scare her but wanting to direct her mouth up and down on his quivering cock.

Nikki didn’t mind that Brent was holding her face while she suckled him. He rocked back and forth, fucking her mouth and it further excited her. She gripped her cock harder through the layers of her pantyhose and panties and stroked it harder and faster, feeling her orgasm building. With her free hand she cupped Brent’s scrotum and gently caressed it, believing that she could sense the semen roiling in his sac ready to gush forth.

Brent fucked Nikki’s face faster and harder and her lips clamped down on his rigid flesh and her tongue flittered on his glans. Then his organ erupted. He howled with the intensity of his climax, his knees buckling and his legs shaking as torrents of semen burst from his cock and filled Nikki's mouth.

Nikki suppressed a squeal as she felt Brent’s fleshy prong quiver and pulse when he ejaculated. She felt an immense feeling of satisfaction and accomplishment as her mouth filled with his warm creamy issue. His semen was musky and salty and delightfully decadent and Nikki slavered at his cock trying to milk every drop from his quivering rod. She had been furiously stroking herself and on the verge of orgasm when her mouth was suddenly filled with Brent’s hot, viscous milt and she orgasmed right along with him. Her cock juddered and a wet stain bloomed in her panties as she creamed herself. Her orgasm was intense and all consuming. She slavered at Bent’s cock, milking every scintilla of his jism as she expressed her own seed into her sodden undergarments.

As her orgasm dissipated and Brent’s cock began to deflate, she spat it out and Brent helped Nikki to her feet. She stood before him holding her skirt away from her sodden panties, blushing and shy and ashamed at what she had done. She was even more convinced that Brent was a Svengali, why else would she have suddenly transformed from a prim and proper young woman into something like the slatterns that roamed the streetcorners of the red-light district.

Brent reached for the tissues on the workbench and snatched a handful and offered the box to Nikki. Brent dabbed at his penis. Nikki’s lipstick was smeared along the shaft. Nikki patted a wad of tissues against the front of her panties and then let her skirt drop back into place then she wiped her mouth and reached for the vodka bottle and took a sip, rinsed and swallowed.

“Did it taste that bad?” Brent squeezed past Nikki and opened his locker and extracted his pants and started to dress.

“On the contrary, but I don’t want to leave the store with cockbreath,” Nikki buttoned her coat.

“Language please missy!” Brent playfully tapped Nikki’s ass.

Nikki gave him a rueful smile than she gathered her purse and her packages and locked her locker.

Before she left, Brent approached her, a wry smile on his face. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked deeply into her eyes.

“You're not a prostitute. You are a delightfully pretty, intelligent young woman. I think you know, as I do, that you like what we have going. You like the impropriety of it. You like the naughtiness of it. And despite the way you behave, you actually like me,” Brent said sombrely.

Nikki tried to reply but Brent put a finger on her lips.

“I like you Nikki and yes I know who and what you are and to me you are both exotically and erotically different to other women. You fascinate me and incite me. I know that you think that I’m some kind of manipulator but have you ever considered that you have the same effect on me. Go home and think about it. I’d like to continue our relationship but if you think I’m overbearing or you have any doubts I will respect that,” Brent took a step back and picked up his coat.

“Is that what this is? A relationship?” Nikki uttered, stunned by Brent’s candour.

“It’s whatever you want it to be darling,” Brent leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips

“See you tomorrow,” Brent said cheerfully as he left the room.

Nikki was more than a little confused and perturbed. Brent had used the word relationship! They had known each other for two days. Admittedly as his ‘little helper’ they had interacted intimately for most of those two days and also they’d had sex on both days. But relationship?

And what was the deal with him turning it around on her that she was some kind of charmer and manipulator? She’d seen herself in the mirror and from the reactions of some of the kids fathers and older teens there was no doubt that she was sexy and attractive. She might be a Lolita but she was no Svengali.

When Nikki got home she undressed and let down her hair but left on her makeup and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Nikki tried hard to summon her male psyche but for the life of her she couldn’t. She’d had difficulty with this before when she had played femme but she put it down to being a consummate performer, unwilling to relinquish her role. But this was different.

She looked at herself critically in the mirror. Her pretty face framed by her blonde locks was very feminine. Her body was that of nymphet: petite, slim, narrow-waisted, wide-hipped and long-legged. Her flat chest was her only non-feminine feature. She was an eighties version of Twiggy. No wonder Nikki was only selected for male roles that required an effete character.

But deep down she realised that she was becoming more comfortable in her present form. Her portrayal didn’t have to be forced. She didn’t have to dig deep to play femme; it was like a second skin and she was feeling more comfortable as Nikki the girl than Nikki the boy.

Then there was the effect that Brent Kaulkman was having on her. As much as she initially despised the man she had found herself attracted to him. It was like a bad romantic comedy but X-rated. And how far were they going to take this so-called ‘relationship’? They had progressed from frottage to fellatio in only two days. Did he intend to fuck her? Would she let him? Would it hurt if she did?

The theatre gays often joked about fucking each other. Who was a top, who was a bottom, who was versatile. She’d never paid that much attention to it. Surely pushing a long cylindrical object up your ass would hurt? Wouldn’t it?

Why was she even thinking about this? Brent had given her an out. He’d said if Nikki thought that he was overbearing or if she had any doubts he would respect her wishes. All she had to do was tell him no. No more sex! No more anything.

She went into the bathroom to take off her makeup and as she stood in front of the mirror she saw her hairbrush lying on the vanity. The handle was about five inches long, the diameter about an inch. Even as she dipped the handle into the pot of moisturiser she didn’t really think she would do what she eventually did. She coated the handle with the moisturiser, opened her legs and positioned the tapered tip in the crinkle of her sphincter. She pushed the handle inside her, very slowly and very cautiously.

It hurt. It wasn’t an overwhelming pain; more a twinge, a deep resonance. She felt something strangely stimulating when the handle pressed against her prostate and a small pleasing ripple of gratification radiated from her sphincter but not enough to counteract the pain. It didn’t hurt as much coming out as it did going in but when she looked at the handle she was horrified. She recalled one of the theatre gays making a passing comment to another gay that before a date he couldn’t get the water to run clear so he didn’t fuck and suddenly it made sense. What a palaver to have to go through every time you wanted to fuck!

Fifteen minutes later by trial and error Nikki had managed to clean herself using a plastic water bottle and warm water. It wasn’t something she enjoyed by any means but she was determined to see if it could be done and having cleaned the handle of her hairbrush and lubricating it thoroughly with moisturiser she repeated the experiment and experienced the same amount of pain and minimal amounts of pleasure but without the mess.

She found it hard to get to sleep, thinking about why she felt more comfortable presenting as a girl, why she felt the way she did about Bent Kaulkman and what was she going to do about their so-called relationship.

Prior to taking her shower in the morning Nikki tried the experiment one more time: douching with the plastic water bottle and then using the handle of her hairbrush as a dildo and was convinced that the pain was inappropriately proportional to the pleasure. Even if she decided to engage with Brent again, there would definitely be no fucking. She wasn’t sure if that was his intent but there was no way his huge phallus was going anywhere near her asshole, if, and it was a big if, she was going to continue to have sex with Brent anyway.

Day three at Kennedy’s Department Store was even busier and there was little time for conversation at the workshop and the procession of kids lining up to see Santa and get their photograph taken with him seemed never-ending. Talk between Santa his helper was strictly professional but Brent managed to touch her now and then. It was nothing inappropriate, just a reassuring pat on the arm or shoulder and a comforting smile.

Nikki had thought about nothing else since she had left the store yesterday and had finally made up her mind while walking to work. There would be no ‘relationship’ with Brent Kaulkman. She could remain platonic friends with him providing he didn’t behave like an asshole. Nikki would shed her feminine alter-ego as soon as Christmas was over, however difficult that might be. During the break she took the Santa suit that she had worn on the previous two days to drycleaner who assured her that it would be ready the next day. She had missed the deadline for the same day service. Rather than return to the Lair she went to the designated smoking area, delaying having to engage with Brent for as long as possible.

When the day came to a close Steffie Longmire announced that she was leaving immediately. She had things to do and very little time to do them and she snatched her coat from her locker and left without even changing out of her Elf costume which she usually did. Nikki had noticed that things seemed a little strained between Steffie and Brent. Brent took off his Santa suit and put on his ratty bathrobe and opened the workbench drawer and took out his vodka.

“You want one?” Brent shook the bottle at Nikki who was pretending to be busy at her locker.

She surprised Brent a little when she said yes. She had set her resolve and decided to confront Brent and tell him that there would be no more intimacy between them but they could remain platonic friends. A nip of Dutch courage would help.

Brent held out the glass and Nikki sidled over and took it from him, half expecting him to pounce on her. He didn’t though. He chinked his glass against hers and they both took a sip. Nikki took a deep breath and spoke up.

“Look Brent, first let me say that I did find your advances… how do I say this… not rapey, but very aggressive,” Nikki began.

Brent opened his mouth to speak and Nikki put up her hand to stop him and continued.

“But… I became a willing participant, I admit that and I liked it. Yes it was very arousing but more than that your attraction to me reinforced my femininity. I really felt like a woman when we were intimate together. I used that substantiation to completely immerse myself in my role,” Nikki took a sip of her drink and continued.

“However as much as I find presenting as the girl Nikki very self-satisfying and I have to say comforting, that isn’t who I am. Not really. It’s just an act and I think it’s best we just be friends,” Nikki sighed.

“You're lying to yourself. It isn’t just an act. If you were just some guy dressed as a girl, like a drag queen, do you think I would be attracted to you? I selected you for the role because in the past I have been unable to resist the temptation to seduce my helpers but I figured that knowing who you were would solve that problem,” Brent countered.

Nikki tried to interject but this time Brent put up his hand.

“The problem was that the first time I met you, I became captivated by you. To me you are nothing more than a beautiful young woman. As I said before you are exotically different but to my surprise I found that even more captivating and I wanted you from the second I saw you,” Brent gazed into Nikki’s eyes.

“I even tried to rekindle my relationship with Steffie to distract me from you. I deliberately teased and taunted you so that you would be repelled by me but as you well know, that just didn’t work. I was honest with you yesterday evening when I said I wanted a real relationship with you but I will abide by your wishes,” Brent breathed.

“No hard feelings,” he chinked glasses again and finished his drink.

Nikki couldn’t believe that it had been that easy but surprisingly she also felt deep sorrow. Something was missing in her life now. She rationalised that it was just a passing feeling of regret.

“You can kiss me one last time if you like,” the words emerged from her mouth unbidden.

What the hell was she thinking?

Brent put down his glass and took Nikki’s glass from her and embraced her. There was nothing lewd about it and he kissed her chastely on the lips. Nikki inhaled his manliness and felt his light stubble on her cheek. The feeling of being in his arms ignited the fires she had tried so hard to extinguish.

“Enjoy your evening Nikki,” Brent smiled at her and held her at arm’s length.

“Kiss me again,” Nikki whispered and fell against him and he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her.

This time the kiss wasn’t chaste. There was passion and need and desire.

Nikki gasped as their lips crushed together and Brent slid his tongue into her mouth. Nikki clung desperately to him, feeling his hard masculine body pressed against hers, smelling his manliness, feeling his manhood pressing against her belly. The fire in her rekindled. She slid her tongue into Brent’s mouth and tasted vodka on his breath and inhaled his manly funk overlaid with his cologne. Nikki became acutely aware of her femininity. She could smell her perfume, taste her lipstick, feel the soft caress of her hair on the nape of her neck, the hem of her short skirt tickling her thighs, the sensual caress of pantyhose on her freshly shaved legs, her tight panties caressing her buttocks.

Brent’s hand slid down the small of her back and he cupped her pert buttocks, his fingers slid under her skirt and caressed Nikki’s pantyhose-clad thigh and drifted languidly across her panties and her cock juddered and a wave of delight issued forth from her pubis. Brent eased Nikki backwards until the edge of the workbench pressed against her small of her back. Brent lifted her onto the bench as if she weighed nothing and she opened her legs so that he could press his body against hers while he kissed her.

Nikki clasped her hands together behind his neck and returned Brent’s kiss with unbridled passion. She smiled around the kiss when Brent’s fingers slipped under her skirt and stroked her thighs. One of his hands drifted across the front of her panties and lightly brushed her cock through the fabric of her panties and hose. She reached for him and found his phallus engorged and pulsing with vitality. Brent gasped when her fingers caressed his cock. She fondled his engorged flesh, delighting in the feel of the silky smooth translucent flesh encasing his shaft, the little veins prominent and pulsing, the mighty organ throbbed as Brent’s penis became fully engorged.

Nikki was acutely aware that she was the cause of his ardour, and his need. She was the girl that so enraptured Brent that he was not repulsed by her unique contradictions, in fact he adored her for them. He was rubbing her cock, gripping the organ through the layers of nylon and spandex and Nikki felt her panties become moist with precum. Her fingertips explored Brent’s spongy glans and tickled the sensitive sinew of his fraenulum and became slick with pre-seminal fluid as he began to leak copious amounts of the precious fluid from the eye of his cock.

Brent removed his hand from under skirt long enough to remove his boxers and with his genitals unencumbered Nikki cupped his scrotum softly and ran her manicured fingernails along his wrinkled sac, making him shudder. His penis was rampant and she stroked it faster, her fingers becoming slick with pre-ejaculate. Brent yanked at Nikki’s panties and she obligingly lifted her buttocks a little so that Bent could take them off. His hand went to her penis and he kissed her again, this time there was only the filmy nylon of her pantyhose between her cock and Brent’s fingers.

She locked her hands behind his neck and kissed him and Brent’s other hand snaked between her legs and nestled in the crease of her buttocks. She felt him fumbling down there and suddenly realised that Brent had made a hole in her pantyhose right next to her sphincter. He was standing between her legs, holding her tight, kissing her passionately, stroking her cock, his cock pressed against her thigh, humping her silken-clad leg.

Nikki suddenly felt exposed and vulnerable. She knew what Brent was about to do and she wanted nothing to with it. The pain she had felt when she had experimented with her hairbrush had put her off the very thought of anal sex. But this wasn’t a hairbrush and she wasn’t alone in her cold stark bathroom. She was being kissed and caressed by a man she was becoming to adore. Maybe it wouldn’t feel so painful with him, although his cock was bigger than the handle of her hairbrush, that much she was sure of. Indecision overwhelmed her. Part of her wanted Brent to penetrate her and another part of her was terrified of it.

As she dithered, Brent scooped a dollop of moisturiser from the jar on the workbench and Nikki knew what he intended to do with it.

“No Brent, I don’t want that,” Nikki whispered as Brent smeared the emollient on her sphincter.

“Are you sure? I bet you will really enjoy it,” Brent nuzzled her neck as he slid a finger inside her anus.

Nikki was caught off guard but surprisingly, rather than the searing pain she was expecting, a ripple of delight diverged from her sphincter and lit up her pleasure centres.

“Oh god!” Nikki cried out.

It felt surprisingly good and Brent slowly worked his finger in and out of her anus, pressing the pad of his fingertip against her prostate which emitted a deep pleasant resonance. Nikki thought that she could endure this; in fact she was enjoying it immensely but the thought of Brent trying to introduce the huge throbbing weapon she was currently fondling frightened her.

“Here. Do this,” Brent guided Nikki’s hand to the jar of moisturiser and stuck her fingers in the viscous salve and then returned her hand to his penis.

Nikki slathered his phallus with the balm and Brent scooched Nikki forward so that she was perched on the very edge of the workbench. He took himself in hand guided his cock inside the hole he had torn in her pantyhose and nestled his glans in her puckered bud.

Nikki closed her eyes, a look of alarm and trepidation on her face.

Brent leaned down and kissed her as he began to push. When his glans popped her sphincter, he felt Nikki flinch and he stopped.

“Are you ok?” he whispered.

Nikki was far from ok. Her sphincter was stretched wide. The band of elastic tissue encircling the glans of Brent’s erect penis was radiating a persistent stinging sensation. Brent eased his cock out of her, leaving just the very tip of his glans nestled in her puckered entrance and eventually the pain subsided and was replaced by a delightful pleasant glow. This might not be anything as awful as she imagined it would be, Nikki thought. She kissed Brent and then looked longingly into his deep dark eyes and nodded.

“Don’t hurt me,” she whispered and kissed him softly.

Knowing that he had Nikki’s consent Brent began to push himself inside her tight anal sheath. Nikki gasped and kissed him a little more passionately as she locked her legs around his waist and allowed herself to be slowly impaled on Brent’s impressive phallus.

Brent’s cock was nothing like the handle of her hairbrush. It was turgid yet resilient. It was alive and responsive and she could feel it throb and pulse as her sphincter opened to accept his flesh. Sparklets of intense pleasure radiated from her bottom and Nikki shivered with delight as Brent’s glans slid past her puckered ring into the tight channel of her anus.

She locked her ankles behind his waist as Brent ever so slowly drove the full girth of his manhood inside her. She kissed him and clung to him like a helpless waif he did so.

Brent gasped into her mouth as he felt his cock slowly slide into Nikki’s back passage. Her sphincter was tight and clung to his shaft; her anus caressed his cock like a velvet glove. Her silky pantyhose rubbed on his sensitive flesh, her lips were soft and yielding, her tongue fluttered in his mouth. He could feel Nikki’s hard cock pressing against his belly through her diaphanous pantyhose as he cupped her buttocks and began to slowly fuck her, knowing that she was enjoying it as much as he was.

Nikki slipped her hands inside Brent’s bathrobe and raked her fingers down his back and moaned with unfettered lust as Brent’s turgid manhood began to slide in and out of her, his glans pressing on her prostate, the thick shaft stretching her sphincter as it clung to his steely weapon. Nikki had never felt so much pleasure. The feeling of Brent’s lips on hers, his tongue exploring her mouth, his body pressed needily against hers, his fingers gouging her buttocks through her pantyhose, her legs wrapped around his torso and her cock pressed against his belly was like nothing she had ever experienced.

A momentous orgasm began to bloom, starting in her prostate, spreading along her anus to her sphincter, permeating into her engorged penis trapped in the silky prison of her pantyhose pressing on Brent’s hard belly. She flooded her pantyhose as her cock spewed forth her juices and she began to shake. She gyrated her buttocks, forcing every millimetre of Brent’s cock inside her as she climaxed. She moaned and whimpered and her whole body convulsed as Brent’s cock erupted inside her.

Brent pulled her close to him and drove his cock all the way inside Nikki’s clenching anus and ejaculated. He planted his seed deep inside her. He could feel her anus contract around his flesh, milking him of his essences, her gossamer-clad legs whispering against his flanks, her nails raking his back, her heels goading him on, her lips crushed against his, her mouth demanding. His orgasm was overwhelming and he held Nikki close to him, impaled on his manhood, her cries and moans inciting him to jackhammer his cock in and out of her hole.

Nikki was giving herself fully to Brent who was taking her anal virginity. It was a monumental moment in their burgeoning relationship. Brent expressed every scintilla of his spend inside Nikki’s clutching void and Nikki disgorged her milky load into her pantyhose as waves of illicit pleasure radiated from her anus. Her hot jism smeared on Bent’s tight, muscled belly and Brent was delighted that he had invoked her climax using only his cock. Neither of them had touched her penis.

Their climaxed peaked and waned until they were both spent, Nikki clinging to Brent, softly kissing him as she came down from her orgasmic high. Brent’s cock was still inside Nikki but it slowly deflated and Nikki’s sphincter reluctantly expelled it with an almost audible plop. A rivulet of semen dribbled from her distended anus and ran down her thighs and soaked into her pantyhose.

What followed should have been awkward and embarrassing as Nikki cleaned up the excess moisturiser around her sphincter and thighs and Brent dabbed at Nikki’s semen clotted in his belly hairs but they both laughed at the absurdity of the situation. Brent picked up Nikki’s panties and handed them to her.

“Put them on and fix your makeup. We’re going shopping,” he leaned in and kissed her nose playfully.

Nikki had no idea what Brent was talking about but she did as she was told, drying her wet hosiery as best she could, slipping into her panties which thankfully covered the incriminating wet patch in the front and hole in the gusset of her pantyhose. While she fixed her makeup and brushed her hair, Brent dressed.

He took her hand and led her to the elevator and they took the car to the floor labelled ‘ladies fashion’. Nikki was a little surprised that Brent held her hand even as they walked across the floor past the displays until they stopped in front of a mannequin. The mannequin was dressed in navy-blue skirtsuit and white satin blouse.

“I’d like to see you in that,” Brent leaned down and kissed her cheek.

Nikki was surprised at his public display of affection but she had never felt so comfortable. It was strange but delightfully comforting being dressed as a woman in the company of Brent.

“It’s nice but it’s expensive and where would I wear it?” Nikki was a little puzzled.

“It won’t cost you a cent and you are going to wear it out of the store and accompany me to dinner,” Brent smiled at her.

“I’m sure you can find some heels to match,” Brent reached out and fondled the suit jacket; it was obvious that he liked it.

“Dinner?” Nikki was flummoxed.

“Yes that’s what men do with women they adore. They take them out for dinner and drinks and then they take them home and make love to them,” Brent squeezed her hand softly.

“But what about… I mean I’m not… this is crazy,” Nikki breathed.

“You are what you are and I adore you for it and I don’t give a fuck what anybody else thinks. Do I look like the type of guy who is concerned about what others think?” Brent smiled at her.

“But what Blanche Kennedy? What about our jobs?” Nikki asked.

“Our jobs are safe. Blanche is pragmatic and I’ve looked after her for quite a while now and to be honest I think she is tiring of me. There are plenty of other guys like me, ready and willing to take my place,” Brent explained.

“Now lets find a suit and blouse in your size then we can look for shoes,” Brent began to lead Nikki to the clothing racks.

“I’ll need some new pantyhose too,” Nikki added.

“Oh yes. You will need plenty of those,” Brent cheekily squeezed her buttocks and Nikki squealed playfully.

The End

Author’s note: I know that this is a silly little love story rooted firmly in fantasy but I hope that you get into the Christmas sprit and enjoy it for what it is. Don’t forget to leave a comment. Merry Christmas!