Chapter 2

Harriett's and Annie's voices battled for my attention.

"Harvey!"

"Daddy!"

"Harvey!"

"Daddy!"

I was getting it in stereo, echoing down the hallway. All I wanted was a little peace and quiet. My religious liaison with Chris the previous night had left me emotionally and physically drained. Unlike the incidents with Anna and her friends, I was commissioned to get intimate with Chris yesterday. Well, not really. Loretta didn't know what she was asking. Ah yes, Loretta. She promised to be grateful. I would save myself for that reward. Nonetheless, my role with Chris was seducer, not accidental seducee. Now, I couldn't even sleep in, with the two women of the house hollering at me.

"Harvey, Anna needs to return some of her gifts. The post-Christmas rush should be over now. Take her to the mall and get it taken care of."

"Isn't that something you should do? After all, I'll be no help if she wants an opinion of clothes and stuff."

"I want you to take me, Daddy." I had done that once before. It was delightful and wicked at the same time. Was she asking for a repeat performance? The first time, I didn't know it was she until it was too late, with that Betty Boop head hiding her identity [See Betty Boop Birthday].

"It's settled then. What's wrong with you? You look like something the cat dragged in," Harriett said.

I rubbed my eyes. "I'll be fine. I just need a shower."

The warm water got my blood flowing. Thoughts of Loretta's gratitude made some of it gather in my groin. Soon I was stroking an erection, trying to careful not to take the self-stimulation too far.

The curtain pulled back. Anna stood there, catching me in mid-stroke. "Who are you thinking about, Daddy? Me, I hope."

Both hands couldn't cover the erect organ. Besides, she'd seen it before. Felt it, too. "That's none of your business. Now get of here and let me finish -"

"I'll finish you, Daddy." Anna dropped to her knees on the bathmat and surrounded the tip of my penis with her mouth.

"Anna, please -"

She withdrew. "It's okay, Daddy. You don't have to beg. This is my pleasure."

Her tongue was making it hard to concentrate. And making me harder.

I stepped back. My dick popped from her lips, swaying to and fro.

"I don't want to cum. At least, not now."

"Huh? Why, who are you saving yourself for?"

"Nobody."

She smirked. "Do you have a hot date? Which of my friends is it?"

Her arms were folded under her breasts, pushing them out.

My erection didn't fade. "None of them. Get out of here so I can dry myself off and we can go."

"All right. But if I find out it's one of my friends -"

"I assure you, it isn't." Unless she considered Sally's mom Loretta one of her friends.

My wife was wrong. The mall was just as crowded as the day after Christmas. We parked at the far end of the lot. Hordes wandered among the stores, large packages pummeling passersby. One huge guy carrying over a dozen shopping bags cut in front of me. I didn't stop quickly enough, and his oversized work boot came down on my foot, with all of his weight in it.

"Yeeeeooooowwwwww!"

He didn't even say "Sorry."

I limped over to the railing and stood stork-like.

"Are you okay, Daddy?"

"Some idiot flattened my big toe. I need to wait until the pain subsides."

"Anything I can do?"

"No. Why don't you go on and make your returns and exchanges. Besides, as long as we're here, I'd like to stop at some of the electronics stores. Maybe there's something on sale."

"Yuck! Fine. We'll meet back here?"

"Great. Is half an hour enough?"

"Make it forty-five minutes." Anna disappeared with the flow of patrons.

I was about to hobble to a specialty store when I saw her. Tara, the young lady from my Santa Claus gig. Yesterday had been been her eighteenth birthday. At least I could say hello. She and three friends were hanging outside of Lucille's Lingerie. When they entered the store, I gimped over. The translucent outfits on the plaster mannequins were enough to start an arousal. The thought of Tara's torso under her vest and her hand on my privates finished the job. Without her vest, I got my first look at her tits. Even through her blouse and bra, two points on her lumps were noticeable. Would she recognize me? I wandered closer, driven by curiosity, awkward in the pace of my steps from my recent injury. I stood behind her as she thumbed through the sale rack, oblivious to my presence.

"See anything you like?" I asked.

She glanced over her shoulder at me, and then snapped her head away quickly.

Of course, she doesn't recognize me, not without the beard and pillows.

"Do you have the time? My Dick Tracy watch seems to have stopped."

She ignored me, continuing her search for the perfect translucent bargain. Then her head jerked, as if from an electric shock. "Dick Tracy watch?" She looked up, searching my face.

"Yes, Tara. Watch. Trace. Dick."

Her eyes moved across my face, then down my chest, focusing finally on the lump at my crotch. "Santa?" she whispered.

"The one and only. Ho, ho - oh!"

Her hand made a stealth pass across my bulge. "Oh yes, you're Santa all right."

"Happy birthday," I said.

Her fingers traced the length of my organ. "Feels like you don't want to wait until next year."

"Tara, you're a lovely young lady, and under the right circumstances -"

"You know what they say. Why put off until tomorrow -.

"There's no place for us to be alone." I scanned the busy store. "But we have a date next Christmas." I pulled back but she grabbed my arm.

"If you think I'm waiting a whole year -. Don't move, okay?"

She ran off and gathered her friends into a huddle. All three heads popped up to see me, and then lowered.

Tara came over and led me up to the entrance to the fitting rooms. "Get ready," she advised.

"But -"

"Shhhhhhhhh!"

The three collaborators began a loud argument over some item of clothing. They were playing tug of war with it. All of the salespeople rushed over to deal with the situation.