Holiday

"Vic and Sidney"

Written By:

Lilin Penn

That thought made her have to bite back a snicker. "It was a pleasure seeing you Richard."

"You also Victoria." he looked at her and winked. "I'll speak with you later Paul."

With that he took his leave. The door shut echoing in the silent room.

"How did we miss the door?" Vic asked busting out into laughter.

Paul turned and shook his head. "I had no right to take advantage of you."

"Paul..." she stopped laughing and looked at him in disbelief. "You didn't."

"I...I'm sorry." he turned and fled the room.

Vic stood there for a few more minutes then yelled to the room, "What the fuck just happened?!"

When there was no answer, not that she was expecting one, she put everything away. Gathering her pride which was shattered on the floor she called off her shift and went home. She was livid.

He wanted her. There was nothing wrong with that. She paced her house and then decided she would leave him no choice. She baked her usual holiday cookies, watched 'A Christmas Story', and then decided to head to bed.

Tomorrow was the party and she knew Paul would be there dressed as Santa. First he would go to the hospital and visit the children's ward. Then he would show up for all the children whose parent's work for the Dillon Corporation. Thinking about him dressed as Santa brought a smile to her face. She checked to make sure her keys were on the small table when a thought hit her. After he played Santa he would head home. She had a key to his house for when he was out of town and needed someone to take care of Moo, his harlequin Dane.

She flopped over on her bed laughing like a madwoman. "Perfect." Tomorrow night she was going to surprise and seduce Santa.

The music was loud enough that you would hear it no matter where you were in the house. That's the way she liked it when she was home alone. Vic grabbed her glass of wine and took a deep drink. She glanced in the mirror and smiled as she secured her hair up in a loose twist. She sang along with "All I Want For Christmas" swaying her hips to the beat of the music. Sitting on the edge of her bed she reached for her cigarettes. She lit one and inhaled sharply.

Noting the time, she took a few more drags before stubbing it out. Her cab would be there within the hour. She wanted to be a complete surprise for Santa. Slipping her garter on she carefully slid the nylons up. Next she slipped into her dress, it was two pieces so she only put on the top and adjusted herself to get the best cleavage available. Diamond studs twinkled in her earlobes, 'Obsession' radiated from her body. Her eyes were done with black liner and mascara, they stood out but not the way her lips did. Big, red, kissable lips puckered in the mirror. She added a touch of gloss, then stepped into the skirt.

"Almost complete." The clear platforms had rhinestones across the top and thin straps to hold them on her feet. Once she was buckled in she took a spin in the mirror. The skirt flared out giving a generous view of the red bows that topped the nylons.

"Perfect." She winked at herself then got her small purse together. She no sooner dropped her keys in it when the cab honked.

"Time to knock 'em out Kitten." Vic said bravely to herself.

The party was in full swing when she arrived. After checking her wrap she went to find her table. The other bartenders waved her over.

"Damn Vic, dressed to kill tonight!" CeeCee snapped her fingers in the air then gave her a warm hug.

Once everyone at the table hugged her they went to mingle.

She was feeling pretty sure of herself until she heard a familiar clearing of the throat while she was getting a drink. Chuckling she turned to face Richard.

"Happy Holidays?" Vic spoke almost timidly raising her eyebrow and glass in a toast.

Richard smiled returning the gesture.

"He'll be here in about five minutes." When she blushed Richard laughed. "You're good for him Victoria."

"What?" Vic choked the word out nearly spitting her drink all over him.

"He's been alone far too long."

"Now that you found your 'happy-ever-after' you're out to help others?" Sarcasm dripped off Vic's words.

"Without him, I wouldn't have my 'happy-ever-after'" Richard spoke matter of factly.

When he glanced over to his pregnant wife there was nothing but love in his eyes. "I want for him what he wanted for me. Only the best." Looking her over one last time he chuckled, "Watch your claws...he's tender."

"HO! HO! HO!" Paul's voice rang out.

Every child in the room ran towards him.

Vic looked up and felt her heart fall. She felt dirty. This man was being kind working with the children, and she wanted to find a dark corner and strip him naked! She slammed her drink down and went to dance.

The colors flashed on the dance floor, peoples laughter filled the room and Santa was making small dreams come true. Once he handed out all the gifts he went to find Vic. He needed to talk to her, to explain he was a fool for the way he acted. He spotted her walking back to the table laughing with one of the other bartenders.

She knew he was walking towards her as soon as she stepped off the dance floor. She smiled brightly "Merry Christmas Santa."

He looked down and she could see the embarrassment. She looped her arm in his and pulled him towards the dance floor. "Listen." The familiar sounds of "Santa Baby" filled the room. "Your favorite." She giggled shimmying up to him.

He took her in his arms, "Vic..."

She put a finger on his lips, wrapped her arms around him pulling him close and sang in his ear making sure her voice was as breathy and seductive as Marilyn Monroe would've been. "Santa Baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me...I've been an awful good girl...Santa baby, hurry down the chimney tonight."

He pulled her closer and she felt his hardness pressing into her. She nibbled his ear lobe a bit and went back to singing, "I'll wait up for you dear. Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight."

Rolling her hips against his she accented her words. "Think of all the fun I've missed. Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed. Next year I could be as good."

She moaned softly in his ear causing him to groan. Pulling back she looked in his eyes and saw the lust from the previous day.

"I've been an angel all year. Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight. Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, that's you."

She saw the excitement on his face change to fear. She knew how she was looking at him. After four years she was tired of hiding her feelings.

Paul pulled back and a young girl came up asking to dance. Santa couldn't tell her no, but when he looked back Vic was gone.

She called for a cab, retrieved her coat then stepped out for a smoke. The man was infuriating. How could he not see that she wanted him? She growled and finished her cigarette. It was the first full one she'd had in weeks.

The door opened behind her.

"Vic?" Paul spoke quietly. "I'm so sorry."

"Damn you. Stop being sorry." She spun and faced him. Her eyes were brimming with tears. "What are you so afraid of?"

When he said nothing, she turned back around to watch for her ride, thankful as it was pulling up. She said nothing more as she got in.

"Vic, I need to talk to you." He stopped her from closing the door.

She searched his eyes, after a moment she decided she'd already swallowed her pride enough. Now she simply wanted to go home and be alone. "Later."

She pulled the door shut and left.

He walked back to the valet, "I need my car."

"Yes Sir." The young man went off and returned a moment later with his Mercedes SLK 350 Roadster.

He tipped the young man then took off like a bat out of hell. Vic was his best friend, he couldn't lose her friendship. The radio was playing the good ole Christmas carols.

In his mind he thought about what he would say to her. "I'm sorry I gave you the wrong impression." No, she had the right one. He wanted her. "I didn't mean to force myself on you." That wasn't accurate. She was the one who suggested the kiss to start.

Her house was ahead, the Christmas tree lights were shining brightly in the window. The cab passed by him and he sped up sliding into her driveway. As he got out of his car he realized he was still wearing the Santa suit.

"Shit." He slammed his door.

"Problems Santa?" Vic asked from the porch.

She was surrounded by snow and Christmas lights.

"You're beautiful." He walked to her taking off the beard.

"And this is a problem how?" She walked into the house dropping her wrap on the living room chair.

Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she walked over to the other chair and flopped down. She heard him come in and close the door.

He stood watching the Christmas lights dance and flash their colors over her body for quite awhile. How could he possibly tell her everything he wanted to? He sighed and then tossed his hat, beard and wig on the chair with her wrap.

"I do have more seating."

"I don't want to sit." He snapped at her.

"Then don't sit." she snapped on the verge of tears.

"Vic don't." Paul spoke quietly.

"Paul what do you want from me?"

He walked over and crouched at her side. "I'm not a saint."

"I would love you even if you were."

Those words took the breath out of him. He sat at her feet and laid his head in her lap. Her fingers gently stroked his hair. He ran his hand up her calf, the smoothness of the nylon felt good. Reaching awkwardly he began to unbuckle her shoes, and then he tossed them aside.

"Your feet must ache?"

"A bit, but your hands feel good."

He massaged each foot slowly lifting them to his mouth to press a small kiss on the tops. Vic slouched down the chair hoping he would work on her legs. She got her wish as his hands began to rub her ankles then up a bit higher. He stopped and looked behind him. She was watching him with desire.

Smiling up at her, he moved and knelt in front of her. His hands began to rub and knead her flesh working their way up her long legs, finding her nylons hooked on the garters. He took his time unlatching them to roll them down. Her skin was soft and little goose bumps were popping up. His warm hands rubbed them gently away, and then he pulled her down to straddle him.

"You drive me crazy." He said before he claimed her lips in a tender kiss.

She moaned into the kiss and then pinched him. "Ouch! Shit!"

She laughed. "I'm sorry I just had to make sure I wasn't dreaming."

"Oh yeah?" He raised an eyebrow at her and then attacked her by tickling everywhere. She was screaming for him to stop and all he could do was laugh maniacally. "Dreaming now Kitten?"

"Hell no!"

She could barely breathe and when he pinned her down so his lips were hovering above hers she kissed him. Her hands were free to roam and they began with removing his jacket. There was a small pause causing her to fear the worst. Her heart couldn't take it if he pulled away again.

He surprised her by pulling off the white undershirt he had on. The muscles on his chest and abs rippled with every move he made. She groaned popping up to bite his nipple. He jumped and then let his hands run down her sides. He reached around and found the zipper for the top. He wasted no time pulling it down causing it to echo in the silence of the room.

As it fell off her breasts bounced out freely. His hands quickly had them covered and were massaging them as he had with her feet and legs. The difference came when his thumb and forefinger found her nipples and began to roll them into hard buds. She arched into his hands and then got up to remove her skirt. He stood with her pulling into an embrace. The feel of flesh on flesh made her pussy wet. Her dream was coming true.

Their hands worked together to remove the last bits of clothing and they tumbled back to the floor. Through the window they could see the heavy snow falling, inside all they could see was each other covered in colorful lights.

They took turns kissing and feeling each other. When one would finish exploring the other quickly took over. Paul worked his hand down to her other curls. They were damp thrilling him to know he had this affect on her. His finger slid in easily and he watched as her hips moved with his hand. She trembled and shook with each stroke.

Her little hand snaked out and found his hard-on. She felt his finger moving in and out and matched her strokes to his. Every time she got the head he would tremble just a bit. Never did he think he would be naked in her arms, but now that he was he wanted it all.

"I want to taste you." Vic gave him a small push, turned and had him in her mouth.

She licked the head and then pushed him all the way in. He groaned and arched his hips up to meet her lips. His hand still caressed her ass and his fingers found their way back into her wetness.

She worked him up slowly, loving the power she had over him. Every time she would pull her mouth off he would let out a hiss of breath. She would then suck hard and slam him back down taking him all the way in. His legs were shaking and the throbbing she was feeling she knew it wouldn't be long. Her hands took turns following her mouth and massaging his balls.

His finger was magic, and she knew she would be following suit. His finger stopped and he lifted her up and over. Before she could protest his mouth claimed her. She gasped and trembled as his tongue plunged deep into her wetness. She could barely concentrate. She wanted to go back to sucking on him, but his mouth was distracting her.

Her hand lazily began to stroke him as she laid her head down on his pelvis. No one had ever put her in this position before. How were you suppose to give pleasure at the same time you were receiving it? His hands firmly held her hips in place and he buried his face in her. She tasted so sweet and he loved that he was able to distract her. If she would've kept it up, he couldn't promise he could make love to her. Right now, that was his goal.

She began to whimper and rock on him, he moved one hand over and plunged a finger in so he could focus solely on her clit. The moment he sucked it in she dug her nails into his hip and cried out. His face was flooded by her. He lapped as much as he could and then gave her a moment to calm.

It racked her body from head to toe. She tried to catch her breath, then decided you only live once. She flipped around and kissed him hard and lustful.

"I want you."

She was still catching her breath.

"How?" He asked kissing her all over.

She looked up confused.

"I want you on top."

He adjusted them so she could slide down. "I want to watch you."

She slid down slowly sucking in a deep breath, "Oh...my...god" She shuddered. "You're big."

His hands traveled down her body tickling her in a different way. He watched her until he could see she was ready. Then he settled them on her hips and began to help her set the pace. Her hands pushed down on his chest, and when they would move just so, her nails would dig in and bite his skin.

He groaned and began to arch his hips to get deeper in.

"You feel so good." He moaned and bounced her faster.

She was digging her nails into his deeper, and he felt her walls begin to contract and milk him. "That's it Vic, let it go." He bounced harder and heard her gasp.

Her arms gave and she collapsed on his chest trembling violently.

Paul tried to calm his breathing, he wanted to make this last. She lay still on his chest feeling his arms surround her and his hands offered comforting rubs. When she began to breathe normal she kissed him deeply again. He chuckled and flipped them over.

"I'm not done with you yet Kitten."

His thrusts were slow and deep. In the glow of the Christmas lights they watched each other intently. She felt every movement he made, raising her legs to allow him better access.

"I've wanted you for so long Vic." He moaned and kissed her again coming away nibbling her bottom lip.

"Mmm Santa baby" She arched her hips up and he thrust deep and hard. "Paul.." She moaned and shuddered.

He rested his forehead on hers and kept moving, feeling his own orgasm coming on. "I can't hold out... much longer." He picked up the pace and found the spot that made her shiver. "Cum with me..." he began to grunt and groan with each thrust and Vic lifted her legs a bit higher.

"I wanna feel you...Paul please..." She felt him shoot his first blast in and she let go cumming with him. He thrust deeply in a few more times before he was spent. It took a few moments before either could breathe again. She reached up and grabbed the blanket from her couch to cover them.

"Shall we sleep here?"

"Sounds good love." He pulled her tightly to him. "I've loved you for a long time Vic."

She kissed him tenderly, "I've loved you too."

"Merry Christmas." They snuggled close falling asleep in the glow of the tree.