Liz and Mike staggered in the front door of their living room. Liz flopped on the sofa and Mike sat on the floor in front of her. Both dozed off. They had been at the family Christmas party at Liz’s brother’s home. The drinks had been flowing and they were at their personal limit. The lights twinkled, soft Christmas music played from their MP3 player, and the usual cookies and milk were sitting on the mantle.

Mike snored on his back as Liz curled up on the sofa. Mike jerked awake when his heard a strange voice in the room.

“You have been a bad girl,Liz” A short pudgy man in traditional dress was looking at Liz as she lay with her legs spread and an obvious wet patch covering her downy pussy lips. “How are we going to change that?” An evil twinkle flashed behind the wire rimmed glasses that covered the intruder’s eyes.

“Santa” sat down on the throne that had appeared in the corner next to the tree. He pulled off his mittens and snapped his fingers Liz instantly became entranced. “Take your clothes off,” Santa pronounced. Liz began swaying in time with music. She slowly unbuttoned her white silk blouse and let it fall off her shoulders. Mike heard a faint “zzzzzzz” and watched as her short, blood red skirt dropped to the floor.

Mike tried to stand but four elves piled over him and pinned him in place.