Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
2
BRODY
“When you said that you worked in a big department store, you weren’t lying!” the sweet girl gasps, grunting as she nearly drops one of my tripods. We’re both hauling huge loads of photography equipment through the mall, and it’s heavy. Even though they’re on dollies, still, these enormous black cases can get unwieldy, and I watch with amusement as Cleo almost loses control.
“Careful,” I say. “You want me to take that one?”
“No, no, I got it!” my pretty stepdaughter puffs. “Thank god the Santa station is on the first floor, although I have to admit this place is pretty be-awesomed,” she acknowledges, looking around.
I grin.
“Okay, does “be-awesomed” mean good or bad? I’m Generation X, so I’m totally clueless when it comes to urban slang.”
Cleo grins as we pass a huge twenty-foot Christmas tree bedecked with dazzling silver and gold ornaments.
“Be-awesomed just means something’s bedazzled in the most awesome way. It’s a combination of the two words, and yes, you really must be old,” she teases.
I grin.
“Hey, I never said I wasn’t,” is my growl. “But you’ve never been to a Valley Fair mall before?” I ask.
“Not one as big as this,” she says, looking around while taking in the luxurious decor. “This looks like the kind of mall that only rich people shop at.”
I nod in agreement because Valley Fair is pretty fancy-looking. The tiled floor is shiny and sleek, and several massive Christmas trees are placed strategically about the open courtyard area. Of course, huge piles of shiny presents are heaped beneath the trees, and glittering wreaths hang in some of the window displays. As we walk further into the mall, we even pass a children’s Winter Wonderland playground complete with a merry-go-round and a mini Polar Express train. It’s definitely over-the-top.
“Well, I’ve heard that the shops have good deals around the holidays,” I chuckle. “But yeah, this is definitely a higher-end mall,” I acknowledge as we pass Bulgari, Louis Vuitton, and Moncler stores.
“Yeah, it’s pretty insane, right?” Cleo murmurs. “I can’t even imagine who shops here. We’ll have to take a peek once the mall opens.”
I grin because it’s only 7 a.m. We got here early to set-up and at the moment, the mall is mostly dim and quiet, although of course, some of the more ostentatious Christmas decorations practically glow in the grayish light.
Finally, we finally make it to a nook behind a Holiday Hot Chocolate stand, and wheel everything into place. I start snapping open the equipment boxes as Cleo marvels, still peering around. But then she shoots me a saucy smile.
“Okay, pardner. I’m going to go change into my Santa’s elf costume!”
“I’ll set up while you’re changing,” I nod, watching as she skips off. “Take your time.”
Once she’s gone, I get the tripod in place and turn on the camera, angling it toward Santa’s chair and readjusting the settings so that everything’s in focus. Then, I make sure that the backdrops look perfect. Thank God the backdrops were assembled by mall staff before we arrived because there’s no way we could have hauled the equipment, plus Santa’s throne, plus all this artificial snow, not to mention the fake stuffed reindeer and red-shingled toy cottage. Just when I’m finishing up, Cleo’s footsteps sound behind me.
“Ta-da!”
I turn around to look at her, and the second I do, my body goes hard because this woman is gorgeous. The sexy brunette is wearing a striped elf top with lacing down the front highlighting her big breasts and the shadowy vee in between them. I can even see her hard nipples if I squint, and the matching green skirt makes my mouth water because it comes to only a few inches below her pussy.
“Sorry, I didn’t put on the striped tights yet because it’s too hot,” Cleo sings, tossing her brown curls back. “I’ll put them on later, I promise. When the kids get here.”
I can’t speak because Cleo’s got me floored and aroused simultaneously. As she spins around for me once more, I can’t help but notice the way her ass bounces out, round and juicy. My fingers literally twitch with the urge to squeeze and then pummel her beautiful bottom. But I can’t, so my expression remains neutral even as the blood surges hotly through my veins.
“So, what do you think?” Cleo giggles again. “The costume’s ridiculous, right? But wait, there’s more,” she adds before tugging on a floppy red elf hat and strapping on green-felt elf shoes with curly tips.
The thing is that the costume should look ridiculous, and it usually does look ridiculous. But on my saucy stepdaughter, it looks hot and all I want to do is rip that costume off and bend her curvaceous form over Santa’s knee—
Stop. This is inappropriate. I take a deep breath and then nod quickly, forcing out a chuckle.