Santa's Mistress

SugarDeSpice

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Well (crossing fingers) it looks like my last trip away will be it for at least a little while, so I'm going to try a few of my favorites again...starting with this one.

IC
Kandi Kain =)
Very early 20's
Long red hair
hazel eyes
long legs
5 ft 10in
130 lbs
36d 33 35

It was the day after Christmas and Kandi was getting ready for her first day as Santa's mistress.

What most people didn't know about the North Pole was that there was more than just Santa, the Mrs., the reindeer and the elves. There was also a large victorian mansion that housed Santa's mistress, who was a human, chosen by an unknown panel of sorts, as a teenager and educated in the customs of the north pole and sex. By the time the mistress is ready to help Santa relieve some stress after trekking across the world to deliver presents, she is no longer a virgin, if she was even one to begin with. Having had indepth training.

Knowing he would be sick of all the red and green, Kandi avoided all the green lingerie she knew would look smashing on her with her red hair. Instead she went to the white section of her lingerie closet. Carefully choosing white lace panties, bustier, garters, fishnet stockings and sheer floor length robe that loosely tied in the middle.

She pulled her hair up in a chignon, went downstairs to unlock the door, and turned off all the lights with the exception of a few kerosene lanters to light the way to the master bedroom.

She lit a fire in the fireplace, light some candles and undid the curtains on the bed on both sides, leaving only the curtains on the foot of the bed tied back, enclosing the space on three sides. Then Kandi went to the leather chaise lounge chair and sat back to await Santa's arrival.
 
OOC - are you expecting anything in particular (in terms of physical appearance) from Santa? Is the belly and beard a costume (like it was when I was Santa - damn student jobs) or real?

IC :

Paul Nicolaus, the 15th Santa Claus, was done for the year. He'd helped his father out since he was able to walk and had dreamed of the day when he'd be the man in the red suit, instead of having to wear the stupid elf costume. Well that 47 hour day had finally come. Ugh. He'd survived though, and fulfilled his obligations.

He left the stables, just avoiding one last attempt from Blitzen to bite him, and jumped on his Skidoo. Reindeers might have magical flying powers, but they were damn bad tempered animals. He revved the Skiddo and headed for the mansion.

"Next year, no bicycles." He promised to himself, his shin was still sore from all the times he'd bumped it on one of the sticky out bits that bicycles had.
 
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