“Hiya, looking forward to Christmas, Ben” a soft sweet young female voice said behind me while I was at the coffee machine in the staff room. I recognised that pleasant voice and turned around to face her. “I’m not really a Christmas person, Alice. No profit to be made when people are slacking off not working for a fortnight now is there?” I told her. Alice didn’t bat an eyelid but kept on smiling with that dainty small mouth with the luscious lips curved slightly upwards as was her norm. Her brown eyes were sparkly and bright, alive with untapped youthful enthusiasm. “Oh you don’t mean it” the pretty little 23 year old said with a pleasant chuckle. It was hard not to smile back when that small heart-shaped face with softly rounded cheeks lit up with a smile. “You’re not really a grumpy old Scrooge. You’re just pretending to be mean when you’re actually really nice at heart” she said. Actually I was a sharp-nosed business executive but just melted faced with those soul-boring puppy-eyes upon me and infectious smile. “I bet you are looking forward to the Secret Santa?” my new P.A. asks, moving so close to me that she is practically brushing against my chest. Given that she is only 5’3” compared to my 6 foot meant that she was looking up at me in the most appealing manner with those gorgeous brown eyes like a lost puppy. She is such a gorgeous little thing that I have to resist the urge to scoop her up in my arms and kiss her passionately. She has a cute face and mild-mannered demeanour to match with a small button nose and wide appealing eyes. Her small pert mouth has lovely lips enhanced by a touch of pink lipstick which are almost always breaking into a wide infectious smile that exposes pearl-white perfect teeth. Mid-length light brown hair frames that rounded face covering her ears in a sort of bob with a floppy fringe down over her eyebrows adding to the cute appeal. The way she looked at me and got so physically close hanging on my every word made me think she had a crush on me. “Not really, Alice. Nothing surprises me any more” I replied “To be honest it wasn’t even my idea but Gill’s”. Gill is the mature director of training and recruitment with the pudding-basin hairstyle and wide-flaring calves that are just balls of toned muscle [JIMP#21]. I’d been warned to keep an eye on her and look for an excuse to sack her. However she hadn’t put a foot wrong yet and the staff at St.Agatha’s Domestic Service College loved the Secret Santa idea.

“Yeah sure” she laughs “See you later, bye”. As she turns to go I glance at her side profile and sigh at the nice trim figure with just a hint of puppy-fat and a good-sized bust compared to her petite stature. Today this was being shown off to great effect by a tight white blouse worn beneath a short-sleeved purple cardigan which was unbuttoned giving a great view as she turned. She didn’t always dress like that, usually she wore quite dowdy clothes with tops that were buttoned all the way up with slacks or long skirts and sensible shoes. I was flattered by the attention but she really was too young for me, almost 30 years less than myself and not really my type. I prefer a more sultry woman who is not afraid to flaunt her sex appeal to a sensible dressing although admittedly cute young girl. Besides Gill always had her eyes on me looking for the chance to have me removed from the post she clearly desired.

As Alice walked away down the corridor I stared at her nice sized hips and how the pastel yellow floral print pleated skirt hung from them, swinging as she moved. It was knee length and showed off a nice pair of bare calves. The heeled shoes she wore emphasised cute slabs of hardness as she walked, nice and feminine. It’s not that I don’t find Alice attractive. Her attraction to me seemed genuine and her attempt to wear more appealing clothes made me sit up and take note. However I was wary of a honey-trap that may have been set by that iron-calved old bitch Gill. Appointed by the Order of Maya as the new Principal of the college with a 6 figure salary, I was used to gold-diggers. Of course I immediately gave myself a 35% pay rise through tough austerity measures, staff cuts and fee increases for the parents. Ah yes, the greatest con indeed. If I wanted action I’d just go into one of upmarket nightclubs and let myself be pulled by a sexy sultry woman with experience not a young naive girl barely out of her teens with a crush. Yet she was hard to ignore. Every-time I saw her she was chirpy and brightened the place up.

* a few weeks later *

“Hiya, just some more papers for you to sign. I’ll leave them there, all right?” Alice chirped entering my office then leaning forward to place the pile of papers on my desk. Recently she’s been wearing low necked tops under dowdy cardigans. As she leant over the opposite side of my desk, I couldn’t help peaking at her nice puppies dangling in the neck of her top, quickly looking up as she began to straighten. “Thanks Alice” I found myself automatically smiling back at her soft-complexioned face. “Only one more day to Secret Santa” she chirped merrily. Aren’t you excited? I know I am” she said with her small mouth stretched in a wide smile that showed off her white teeth. How could anything that sweet have grown up on the streets of one of the roughest parts of the East-End? She didn’t even speak with a cockney accent. “No, Alice” I replied in a bored tone. I wasn’t looking forward to it at all. I mean what can one of the staff buy a man who has everything? Especially on what I pay them.

Alice was still lingering in my office. “Yes Alice is there anything else?” I asked. “So who are you Secret Santa for?” she asked. “Mrs. Armstrong” I replied trying not to think of the old-fashioned grey-haired battleaxe. “Oh she’s nice once you get to know her. I hope you’ve brought her something decent” Alice said. “Yeah, a bottle of cyanide” I replied to which she laughed then left my office. She thought I was joking. Maybe I should send one of the older student girls out to buy her something else instead, some expensive perfume or something. I’ve heard stories about Granny Strongarm, as everyone seems to call her, that the kids tell to scare each other. Perhaps I’d better stay on her good side until I can work out how to get rid of her.

* The next day*

“Oh Ben, can I have a word with you in your office?” Alice asked with a cheery smile. “Mister Rexworthy-Smythe when there’s kids around, Alice” I reminded her. “Yeah, right” she said with a wink then folded her arms across her belly and just beneath her bust. That just pushed her breasts together and lifted them making them seem much bigger and creating two nice swelling mounds with a hint of a cleavage in the low neck of her dress. Wow! For a moment it was all I could do but stand there openly gawping at her lovely pups until her smile widened. “What are you thinking?” she asked. Believe me you don’t want to know, sweetheart. “We’d better go to my office then” I said.

Today Alice was wearing a rather drab off-white floral print dress that comes down to her knees and belted around the middle. It’s only attraction was the low neck. Being short sleeved it showed off her slender though slightly plump arms. I followed her down the corridor, walking slightly behind to get a glimpse of her slim but cute calves. As soon as we got in my office, she closed the door and moved right up close to me, intimately close, looking up at me with her elvish face at an angle and small mouth set in a cheeky pout. I put down the urge to grab her and kiss those lovely lips. “Have you forgotten what today is?” she asked in barely suppressed excitement like a small child. “No, Alice, I haven’t forgotten” I replied entranced by her bright eyes. Her smile widened pushing her chubby cheeks up. “Haven’t you guessed yet who your Secret Santa is?” she asked in a teasing tone. I stared at her dumbly. She gave a big theatrical smile and tutted “Men are so thick sometimes even when it’s right in front of their eyes”. The penny dropped. “It’s you isn’t it Alice!” I exclaimed. She pressed her chest against mine and looked up with a scrumptious smile. For a long moment she didn’t say a word but watched me with her small mouth skewed to one side as if she were chewing her lip. Oh so cute. “Mmmmmm well” she pondered pretending to be all serious in contemplation then went all chirpy and smiley again. “Why yes actually!” She exclaimed at long last. “I bet you’ve no idea what I’ve got you?” she teased. “No idea” I replied. “Go on, have a guess” she teased. “A gold plated Cartier watch” I said. “Hmmmmm” she pretended to ponder again. “On what you pay me, No!” she laughed. She really was so effervescent and adorable that she really cheered this gloomy old place up.

“Sit down and I’ll show you” she teased with a coy smile. “Very well” I sighed and made my way around to the other side of my desk and sat in my chair watching as the little lovely followed carrying a bag trying to keep it out of my view on her far side. It was a big bag from some clothes outlet by the look of it, had she brought me a new Armani suit? She quickly put it behind her back as she turned to face me. “No peaking” she scolded with a chuckle. Most probably some crappy jumper, I decided. “Come on, keep your eyes forward. Don’t spoil it” she reprimanded as I tried to watch as she went behind my chair. I heard a rustle as she put the bag down then placed her hands upon the back of the chair and straightened it so I was square with the desk facing forwards. I felt her soft breath upon the back of my neck with made the hairs stand up. “Ready for your present?” her voice was soft and seductive close to my ear as her bare arms slid forwards on either side of my neck. They feel so soft and warm against my skin, rather relaxing, rather romantic. Was she going to try to seduce me? One part of me was hoping she would. “Yes Alice” I reply. I raise my hands and stroke her arms. They are slightly plump with puppy-fat and to soft to the touch. I felt her light breath upon my ear as she whispered seductively “Isn’t this snug and cozy?”. Her arms folded around my neck loose and gentle like a lover’s embrace so that my neck was resting lightly in the crook of her elbow. “Yes very snug” I murmured enjoying the close physical contact with this lovely young woman. Her left elbow touched lightly on my clavicle with the forearm resting vertically up the side of my head with her left palm gently laying across the top of my skull. It was so intimate having her arms around me like this. I stroked her arms and as I did, the arm around my throat got a bit claustrophobic and I gently tried to pull it away but suddendly her arms tightened around my neck.

“Alice what are playing arrgkkk!” I croaked as her arms closed up and I realised with shock that the mild-mannered girl had me in a choke hold. Her right clasped her left bicep locking the hold tight while her left palm clamped on the top of my head. I was completely shocked by this uncharacteristic behaviour. “Aliceuurkk!” I tugged more forcibly on her forearm. “Birgh!” to my surprise her arms just tightened up even more like strangling tentacles. “Urkkk!” her arms closed up so much that I could only make horrid croaking noises as her forearm pulled tight like an iron bar across my throat while her other hand pressed my head further against it. “Don’t struggle Ben, it will only make it worse” Alice’s young voice whispered against my ear. I slapped my hands against her arms and thrust myself back in my seat to break the hold, yet her arms held my head in a grip of steel. “Kkkkkk!” I was stunned that such a sweet girl with lovely plump soft arms could pour on an unbelievably tight choke hold. “Kkkkk!” her forearm was being pulled right into my throat and I could feel my face burning red. Beneath the soft skin of her arms what I could feel with my clutching fingers was as hard as steel and I couldn’t budge them a fraction.

My head throbbed and irritating spots of white light flashed on and off randomly in my vision. She was cutting off the blood to my brain but that was impossible, she’s only a young slip of a thing and I was a strong grown man and no weakling at that. My head swam as I put all my strength into peeling away her smooth but deceptive strong arms. Ohhhhh! My eyes were going in and out of focus out of my control. “Don’t fight it Ben. No-one escapes my sleeper hold” her voice whispers in my ear like a lover. Sleeper hold! how could this lovely natured girl know such a thing. I tugged and tugged to no avail getting weaker by the second. My head is going light and fuggy, and the sound of my heartbeat is loud in my ears. Panicking I tried to swing myself from side to side in my swivel chair but her arms just held on like a clamp yanking my head right back so hard that my vision blurred in a blaze of red and black flashes. Alice pressed upon the back of the chair with her body sliding it under the desk so that I could no longer move it.

Arghh! My senses went into free-fall as Alice yanked my head sharply to the left. “I should punish you that” her voice told me. The white pin-pricks of light at the sides of my sight were now much larger. NARGH! My eyes blurred into a mayhem of red and black as she yanked it hard to the right. Oh God, she was killing me, a sweet little thing like her was killing mmmmur. I felt weird, kind of nauseous, unable to control the focus of my eyes and my head spinning detached in a kind a warm drowsy fug. Sweet little Alice, kind cheerful cute little Alice was putting me away and I too weak to stop her. My hands fell to my lap, no longer having the energy to lift them while I felt my balls tightening. Murrr my mmmmind is so sluggish, my breathing shallow. I feel the drool run freely down my chin. My eyelids flutter uncontrollably and I lose the battle to stop my eyeballs rolling up into my head. The knowledge that a harmless-looking plain-dressing little girl has zapped all of my energy and is putting me away without any resistance has a strange reaction on my cock which steadily grows very stiff while the rest of me goes very limp. Argh! Alice snaps my head hard to the right once more my vision rapidly swirls like crazy funnelling down a black tunnel, to the beat of my own pounding heartbeat. My brain feels like mush. I ... I ... can’t hold on mmuuuuuuuurgh.

“Mnuh!” I came around with a jerk to find myself slumped forwards in my chair with my face on the desk. “Decided to wake up at last for your present” Alice’s youthful rang in my ears “About time too”. I look up with anger rising as I remembered how she attacked me and knocked me out. I’m going to sack the little bitch. “Alice!” I say with anger but the words catch in my mouth as my eyes settle upon her. For instead of her plain sensible clothes, she is wearing a sexy Santa’s Helper outfit. A bright pinkish-red mini-dress with fake white fur trimming adorns her petite frame in a very appealing manner cinched at the waist with a wide black belt that emphasises her shapely bust making it look much larger. The dress is sleeveless showing off those plumpish arms that put me away so easily. Upon her hands were small pink gloves with white fur trim.