Santa Fetish 2

I am suffering from an acute case of cube boredom insanity because work is so slow right now because of the holidays. This is what I spent my day thinking about yesterday. How does an average young woman pursue a Santa fetish?

I was thinking she could go to the mall in a very short skirt, a see through black top with a black bra beneath, opaque tights and sexy shoes. She could plant herself in a strategic position across from Santa outside the Winter Wonderland. Hopefully, he would notice her next to the cute woodland creatures, become overcome with desire, and discard the small child in his lap to pull her into the Santa Village.

If that doesn’t work, she could borrow a small child from a friend and visit Santa on the pretext of getting the child’s picture with him, or she could just get in line herself and have three blissful minutes of face time on Santa’s lap before the elf assistants run her out of there.

If that fails, she could buy a Santa Suit online and get the object of her current desire to wear it, but how does she even broach a topic like that when she is casually dating someone? What if the answer was no? She might have to buy a blow up man from the adult novelty section at the party supply store and put the Santa Suit on him, but how does she explain that to her parents when they drop by unannounced?

Lastly, there is the waiting for the actual man himself, if she believe those things, but if Santa does exist, wouldn’t he already know her immoral thoughts and not even stop by her house because she is a truly bad girl.