“Fine,” Antonio said, with fake annoyance.
“I think your heart just grew two sizes.”And Tom’s cock threatened to grow, too.
“Since I have you here, can you work Thanksgiving night?”
Last year, The Décor Store decided to open on Thanksgiving evening rather than wait until Black Friday.Corporate said they wanted to “better accommodate our passionate consumers,” but who was so passionate about home furnishings that they had to shop mere hours after the Thanksgiving meal?
Tom mulled the offer.“I’m working every day Thanksgiving weekend, though.”
“Charlie asked to switch with somebody.His family decided to go to Michigan for Thanksgiving, and since you stay local, I figured you’d be around.You love working holidays and getting that sweet, sweet time and a half.”
Tom didn’t love working holidays.But ever since he pulled through in an emergency Memorial Day when three employees “called in sick,” he’d been known as the holiday guy.Tom never traveled for the holidays.His parents split when he was five, and even though his dad lived with his new family in Omaha, Tom only saw him when he came up to the Chicagoland area for work.Tom had tried spending Thanksgiving down there when he was eight, but he felt as out of place as a foreign exchange student who didn’t speak the language.He spent all his holidays with his mom who also lived in Oakville.
“Please, Tom?It would really help me out if you picked up Charlie’s shift.”
He couldn’t say no to that those lips, eyes, and hair.
“Sure.”
“You’re the best.”Antonio slapped Tom’s shoulder, and perhaps it was Tom’s lustful imagination, but he thought Antonio’s hand lingered for a second longer than necessary.
Tom returned to his customer and delivered the good news.
“Actually, you know what, I don’t think I’m going to take it,” she said.“It’s not speaking to me like I thought it did.But thank you for your help.”She gingerly left the store, not realizing or caring that she gave him retail blue balls.
“Great,” Tom said to himself.
The woman was almost plowed over as she walked out by Kirsten, Tom’s best friend and fellow sales associate.Kirsten ran inside, catching her breath, as if she’d just escaped a robot uprising.Her desperate eyes found Tom.
“Hey,” he said to her.
“You’re ten minutes late,” Antonio said, but Kirsten held up her hand to silence him.She could do that without it coming off as obnoxious.It was a true testament to her personality.
“Tom,” she said, still getting her heart rate under control.“You will never…”
“What?What is it?”
“Hot…Mall…Santa.”
* * *
Kirsten pulledTom to the throw pillow wall in the back corner of the store.She leaned against it, pretending it was a couch, since employees couldn’t lounge on actual furniture during store hours.Tom fluffed out the throw pillows and tidied up the wall in case any customers came by.
“What is a Hot Mall Santa?”
“It’s pretty self-explanatory.Tom, I’ve never seen anything like him.”Kirsten went on to tell him about her sighting of the Hot Mall Santa.She parked her car, and as she walked into the mall, she saw this guy in a Santa Suit swagger through the front doors.He wore Aviator shades, and his Santa jacket was half-unbuttoned, revealing a sleeveless white undershirt.She demonstrated his pimp stroll.Even through the suit, Kirsten could tell he had an amazing body.
“He was like the living embodiment of sex.His beard was pulled down, and he had these amazing cheeks and jaw.It’s like whatever the cheek and jaw equivalent is to an ass you can bounce a quarter off of.”
“I think you’re imagining things.”
“He had a six pack.”
Tom motioned for her to keep her voice down.He would tell her they were at work, but that made no difference to Kirsten.
“His pants hung low on his hips.His dick is probably so huge it’s pushing them down.”
“Kirsten!”
