Vixen: A Christmas Story

Randi Boucher stuck a handful of quarters in the jukebox and started selecting songs. She was alone in the restaurant, ready to clean up for the night. The jukebox was packed with Christmas songs from old classics to more rockin' tunes to keep her company.

She closed early because not many people wanted to spend Christmas Eve at Kat's Kafe. Kat's was the local greasy spoon, popular with the breakfast and lunch crowd and shoppers at the big sporting goods and home improvement stores down the road. It wasn't a big place with booths along the walls and a smattering of a dozen tables and a counter with a dozen stools. Not much had changed when the restaurant was first opened in the ‘40s. There was knotty pine paneling on the walls, orange vinyl booths, wooden chairs and Formica topped tables. The walls were filled with photos of customers holding their biggest catches from the nearby lake and river. A few prized taxidermy fish hung among the pictures including a forty-seven inch Muskie, a two foot long largemouth bass, and three crappies on driftwood.

Armed with a broom, the chairs turned upside down on the tables, she started to sweep the floor, dancing with the broom to AC/DC's "Mistress for Christmas".

Back in the day, Randi was an "exotic dancer". She worked at a place that long since closed down just west of downtown Milwaukee. Men came from miles around to Ricki's and famous strippers from around the country performed there. She was described as "Rubenesque" in the publicity posters with her long red hair and full figure. She was a compact thing, short and voluptuous, a tasty treat in a small package. Now she was in her fifties, still attractive and built like the proverbial "brick house", but not as young and nubile as she used to be.

She rode the broom around the floor, lip syncing into it periodically like it was a microphone. She jiggled and shimmied, gyrated and swiveled. Back in the ‘60s, the popular variety shows of the day would have only shown her from the neck up instead of from the waist up like Elvis.

The restaurant was decorated for Christmas with string lights hung across just about every surface and an upside down Christmas tree above the jukebox. It was done both to save floor space but also as a nod to the late owner Kat's Polish roots. The Polish tradition connected the pagan evergreen tradition with Christ, convincing themselves it resembled Christ crucified on the cross. To Kat's patrons, it was a great conversation piece.

Then there were the elves on the shelves. There was an elf sharing a Coke with a Barbie doll, one peeing into a shot glass with a sign saying twenty-five cents for lemonade, one hung from a jingle bell hung from the ceiling like Miley Cyrus's wrecking ball, and four climbed up Christmas bows stuck to the windows.

Randi finished sweeping about the same time AC/DC stopped singing and Tom Petty's "Christmas All Over Again" started to play. She was brushing the dirt into a dustpan when there was a knock on the front door. She jumped, dropping the dustpan and looked up to see a sexy Santa Claus waving at her.

Unlike most Santas, this one was tall, big without being fat, with more silvery hair and full beard than white. He was dressed in "civvies" - a heavy red plaid flannel shirt and a red Henley shirt tucked into jeans. A jaunty red scarf was wrapped around his neck.

She said through the door, "We're closed." She pointed at the sign turned to "Closed" hanging from a suction cup on the door's window.

He stomped his booted feet and said, "I have to use a phone." He held up his smart phone and said, "The battery's dead."

"If you need to call the police or something, I can call for you." She still didn't trust him, Santa or no Santa.

"No, no, I have to let my assistant know I'm running a little late. My truck died and I need a ride." He held up the keys to a Kenilworth. "I know this is crazy but I promise I'm not a serial killer."

He looked sincere and cold enough so she unlocked the door. He walked through, a rush of frigid air blowing in behind him along with a swirl of snow. He rubbed his gloved hands together and said, "Phone?"

She locked the door and showed him to a rare pay phone on the wall between the bathroom doors. While he called his assistant, she continued sweeping up the dirt and Elvis started singing "Blue Christmas".

She listened to his half of the phone conversation. He mentioned the broken down truck and the address where he was calling from. He said, "It's a restaurant called Kat's Kafe. That's kat and café with a K...yeah, yeah, it's weird. Just get another truck here ASAP."

She got out the mop and started mopping the floor, starting behind the counter, swaying a little to Elvis.

Santa continued, "Yeah, I'm almost done with my route. Just a few more hours. Okay, I'll wait here until you arrive. Thanks!"

He hung up and said to Randi, "Thanks. I really appreciate it. Would you mind if I wait inside? I promise not to be a bother."

"Sure." She pointed at one of the stools at the counter and said, "Have a seat." She set the mop in the rolling bucket and asked him, "Could you use a cup of coffee?"

"Bless you, my dear! I'd love one if it isn't too much trouble."

She reached for the nearly full coffee pot on the back counter and asked, "Cream, sugar?"

"All of the above."

She poured a cup and set it down in front of him. She got a pitcher of cream out of a fridge under the back counter and grabbed a holder with packets of sugar and Equal. She set them down in front of him and grabbed a spoon from under the counter.

He looked cold so she asked, "Can I make you a burger and some fries? Should only take about five minutes or so."

He pulled out the wallet attached to his belt with a chain and looked at how much money he had. He said, "If it wouldn't be too much trouble. I'd love it."

"Cheese, pickles, onions, ketchup, mustard, lettuce, tomato, mayo?"

"Cheese would be great along with fried onions and do you have brown mustard?"

"Sure, no problem. Ketchup with your fries?"

"Yes, please."

She went in back and washed her hands then went to work heating up the griddle and getting out the makings for the cheeseburger and fries. She turned on the fryer and was waiting for everything to heat up when he called out, "I really appreciate your kindness. Most people wouldn't be so nice."

She looked at him through the opening where waiting orders were kept warm for pick up and said, "You look cold and like you had a bad night. I figured it's the least I can do."

"So what's a lovely lady like you doing here on Christmas Eve?"

She poured some fries into the fryer basket and lowered it into the oil. It started to sizzle and she went to work on the burger.

"I've been a bad girl I guess." She laughed. "Kidding aside, no family or friends to spend the holiday with. I told my staff I'd clean up so they could get home to be with their families."

He waved with his mug of coffee towards the front of the bar and said, "Are you Kat?"

She smiled as she pressed on the burger patties with the flipper and smelled the onions grilling. "No. I'm Randi. Kat was the previous owner. She was a good friend, sweet lady, like a second mother to me. She left the place to me when she died and I didn't have the heart to change the name."

He asked, "What's with the upside down Christmas tree?"

"Shouldn't Santa know about that Polish custom?"

He laughed, not quite ho-ho-ho but equally hearty.

"I guess you're right but being of Greek descent, I'm not too familiar with Polish customs."

"It is said to resemble Christ on the cross. My theory is it was a way of marrying pagan traditions with Christian ones. They probably did it to save floor space."

"Interesting." He took a sip of coffee and said, "Sorry! I never introduced myself. The name is Nicolas Patara. Call me Nick."

She called out as she tended to his burger, "Randi Boucher."

"French, huh?"

She smiled. "On my father's side. They were actually from Quebec before settling here. I'm Irish on my mother's side."

"Hmmmm...."

She took down a clean plastic basket and lined it with parchment paper. She set the bottom of the toasted hard roll on one side and slid the two thin hamburger patties on top with a slice of cheddar cheese melted between them. She then piled the friend onions on and set the toasted top of the roll on top. She took the fries out of the fryer, gave them a good shake and then emptied the basket in the French fry dump station. She sprinkled them with salt and dished a pile into the other half of the plastic basket. Grabbing a jar of brown mustard out of the fridge, she put it on a tray and carried it out to the counter and set everything down in front of him along with a set of silverware.

He looked at the burger and said, "God, this looks tasty."

When she went back to the mop he called to her, "Why don't you grab the rest of those fries and keep me company?" He patted the stool next to his.

She gave him a puzzled look and said, "How did you...?"

He winked at her and said, "It's magic."

She rolled her eyes at him and went into the kitchen. She filled one of the paper lined baskets with the remaining fries and put a plop of mayonnaise in the basket and took it out to the counter. She sat down one stool away from him and started dunking her fries in the mayo.

"The burger is superb."

She thanked him.

Nat King Cole's "The Christmas Song" started to play on the jukebox.

Nick asked, "So what are your Christmas plans?"

"The restaurant will be closed. We didn't do much business tonight and it'd be dead on Christmas Day."

"I didn't mean the restaurant. I meant you, personally."

She shrugged. "Alone with my dog, eating turkey and watching TV."

He wiped some burger juice from his bearded chin and said, "So you have a dog, huh?"

"Rottweiler/Pit Bull mix. Looks like a Pit Bull on steroids but he's nothing but a big clown."

"What's his name?"

"Tank."

He nibbled on a fry and asked, "How long have you worked here?"

"Kat left me the place a few years ago but I worked for her for ten years before that." She took a bite of a French fry dipped in mayonnaise and said, "She died of cancer."

"I bet you took care of her."

She gave him a sad smile. "Yeah, best I could."

He smiled at her, "See you're a good girl, Randi Boucher. A very good girl."

She laughed. "Not always."

She was strangely attracted to this Santa. He reminded her more of Father Christmas than the chubby ol' elf. He had a deep, soothing voice, a little rough around the edges with a slight accent she figured might be Greek. He reminded her a little of Kurt Russell's Santa in the Netflix Christmas movies.

He finished his cheeseburger and was working on the fries when Chuck Berry's "Run Rudolph Run" started to play on the jukebox. Nick stood up and said, "Can I have this dance?"

She laughed and stood up. He started doing the jitterbug and she soon caught on, letting him swirl and twirl her around the tiled floor between the tables. They were both laughing as they bumped side to side and then pulled back. He twisted her back and forth across the floor, then grabbed her and made her flip over his arm. He picked her up over his head and then brought her down to slide between his legs, pulling her back up like she weighed no more than a feather.

When the song ended they were slightly winded but laughing uproariously.

Nick said, "You are a great dancer."

The Beach Boys started singing "Little St. Nick" and Nick grabbed her to twirl her around the floor once again just not as exuberantly.

She hadn't danced like that in years and it felt great. She couldn't help but smile and laugh the entire while as his strong hands led her around the floor. She felt like Ginger Rogers to his Fred Astaire.

They didn't stop there. The Jackson 5 started singing their rendition of "Santa Claus is Comin' to Town".

Part way through the dance, he let go of her and started doing the twist and she followed suit. It was like their minds were in sync with one another, their dance moves mimicking one another. He soon went back to holding her and doing a jig around the tables.

Both breathless, they bent over as Jose Feliciano started singing "Feliz Navidad". She looked up at him, held up her hands as if in surrender and said, "No more for now."

They sat back down at the counter but this time she sat next to him, their knees touching. They sat through a few classic Christmas tunes while they finished up their fries.

Randi took their empty baskets and the condiments back into the kitchen. She asked Nick if he wanted more coffee.

"If it's not too much trouble."

"I'll pour it out if you don't drink it."

She grabbed a mug for herself and went back out to the counter. She refilled Nick's mug and was about to fill her own when Mariah Carey started singing "All I Want For Christmas is You". She ran over to her mop and started to lip sync into it. Pointing at Nick as she mouthed all I want for Christmas is you with an impish grin.

She started dancing with the mop, bebopping around the floor, dancing a little suggestively for a Christmas song. It was how she danced to it way back in the day on stage at Ricki's in her skimpy little Santa outfit. She smiled when Nick just grinned at her, swaying back and forth to the beat.

He chuckled when she finished and said, "God, I remember that dance. You were magnificent even now with clothes on."

Randi blushed bright red, never realizing Nick might have seen her when she was stripping.

He said soothingly, "Don't be embarrassed. You were outstanding, still are. Nothing that brings that much joy and cheer can be bad."

She cleared her throat. "I never realized you might have seen me on stage way back then. Most people who saw me then don't recognize me now."

He looked her up and down, his look far from wholesome and said, "I don't see how. You look pretty much the same. Still have the gorgeous figure, beautiful face and long hair."

She had her hair in a ponytail and pulled the band out to shake it loose. She said, "It gets a little help from a bottle now days."

"Nothing wrong with that."

She poured herself a cup of coffee and added cream and sugar as he said, "Aaah...what I'd give to get another lap dance from you."

She gave him a little side-eye as she said, "I gave you a lap dance?"

He chuckled. "Yeah it was a long, long time ago and I probably looked very different back then."

She smiled. "You must have because I don't remember giving Santa a lap dance."

"It was to En Vogue's ‘Whatta Man'. Hottest thing I ever experienced outside of sex."

She took down one of the chairs from a table and said, "Sit down. Let's see if I still got it."

Chuckling, Nick took a seat and she started looking things up on her phone. She turned off the jukebox and turned on one of the TVs, hit a few things on her phone and En Vogue started singing "Whatta Man" on the TV.

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She straddled his lap and started undulating like a snake over his crotch, the heat of her pussy through her jeans palpable. She still had all the right moves as her hips swiveled and thrust over his lap. She licked her lips as her pussy barely hovered over his growing erection.

She touched his chest and it felt like it burned his flesh right through his shirt. He closed his eyes and surrendered to the sensation of her hot box and jiggling tits. He opened his eyes and was tempted to lean forward to grab her tongue with his teeth and kiss her while sticking his hands down the back of her jeans.

As if she read his mind, she switched positions, raising her leg impressively over his head as she turned around until she just hovered above his lap, her ass rotating, undulating over his crotch. She started bucking her ass, what would be called twerking now days, her magnificent ass bobbing enticingly over his dick.

He wanted to touch her but he knew from his days at Ricki's that touching was off limits. She was doing enough touching herself. She ran her hands over her breasts, pushing them together, squeezing them and what he assumed was pinching her nipples through her shirt.

Her body heat seemed to have enhanced her scent, a sweet pussy scent combined with a subtle perfume that was slightly spicy with a hint of flowers. He inhaled deeply, thinking there was no rule against that.

He was disappointed when the song finally ended. She sat down on his lap and leaned against him. Her breathing only slightly labored. He risked putting his arm around her and asked over her shoulder, "What do you want for Christmas, my dear?"

She chuckled as she leaned into him, her breasts just above his arm wrapped around her. "To be honest? I need a new truck. My old one is on its last legs. Sounds like gremlins are rearranging the engine parts while I'm driving down the road."

He smelled her hair and said, "No big bag of money or new house?"

She wiggled her ass against his erection and said, "I make a decent living and have a nice house. No, I just need new wheels."

"Santa will see what he can do."

She laughed and stood up.

"It's great to see you smile." He stared at her chest and said, "Nice shirt."

She was wearing one of her humorous sweatshirts. This one had a cartoonish colorful reindeer's head on it with ornaments and a bird on his antlers. Silvery snowflakes made of some sparkly stuff were scattered on the white background.

She wiggled her eyebrows at him and said, "What's under it is even nicer."

He laughed and then yelled. "I'm from Missouri, show me!"

She looked out the windows overlooking the parking lot and lifted her shirt to show him her big tits squeezed together inside an emerald green satin bra.

He growled and said, "God, I'd love to touch those."

She leaned closer and said, "Go ahead."

He grabbed them in his big hands and gave them a squeeze. They were real, not some silicone filled bags. He could feel and see her nipples poking out the satin fabric. He strummed his thumbs over them and she groaned and closed her eyes.

She surprised him by straddling his lap again and reaching behind her to unhook her bra. He pushed it up to bare her big pink breasts. She had dark brown nipples that were like pencil tips when hard surrounded by dark brown areola the size of a silver dollar. He took one of those hard nipples in his mouth and started to suck as his other hand squeezed and pinched the other.

Randi started to moan and she swiveled her hips over his crotch, rubbing her hot cat against his now rock hard erection.

Darlene Love started singing the 1963 classic "Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)" on the jukebox.

She held the back of his head, pushing his face into her sweet smelling tits, his beard and mustache tickling the sensitive skin. Suddenly she started bouncing on his lap to the beat of the song and he groaned. His cock felt like it was going to explode.

Dean Martin started singing "Winter Wonderland" as he groaned, "Keep that up and I'm going to cum in my pants."

She looked at him as she wiggled her eyebrows and said, "We can't have that!" Then she got off his lap and got on her knees on the floor. She worked at undoing his belt and opening his fly.

He watched her, unable to believe his luck as she eased his hard cock out and started to suck it. Her pink lips tightly gripped its girth, her head moving up and down over his dick, her eyes sexily looking up at him as if for approval. Her right hand gripped the base of his cock, milking it as her mouth sucked on it like a giant straw determined to gobble down his vanilla shake.

She did some amazing things with her tongue as her lips stroked his shaft. She trailed each of his bulging veins with her tongue then flicked it across the crown of his head until he felt dizzy.

He groaned when she quickened her pace, sucking, sucking, sucking, her hand coaxing his cum up from his balls. Just when he thought he was going to explode, she let go and said, "You want to cum in my mouth or on my tits?"

"Mouth. I want to shoot my cum down your throat."

"White Christmas" sung by Elvis started playing on the jukebox as he was about to shoot his "white Christmas" right down this beautiful redhead's throat.

She went to work on his cock, moving her mouth up and down its length. Her right hand suddenly grabbed his balls and gave them a squeeze. He moaned as if in exquisite pain, his dick feeling like it was on fire. She slid her middle finger behind his balls and teased his asshole, pressing against his perineum in the process.

It was like she pressed a button and his cum shot out of his dick into her hot, wet mouth. She moaned as it hit her tongue and she swallowed it, guzzling it down while her hand continued to massage his balls. With a final grunt, he shot his last load into her mouth. She continued sucking more slowly, her tongue cleaning up the mess she made.

She finally stopped and stood up.

He had his eyes closed and opened them to see her standing before him with her bra pushed up over her luscious tits.

"I feel like I have to do something for you out of gratitude. How about you get those jeans off and hop up on the counter there." He pointed to the end of the counter.

Giggling she undid the fly of her jeans and pushed them down teasingly over her round ass and shapely thighs. She still had on her emerald green panties and she turned her back to him and slowly slid them down over her legs, her plump ass forming a heart shape as she bent over to remove her panties. He got a quick glimpse of her pussy between her thighs.

He was breathing heavily as he watched her pull off her sweatshirt and let her emerald green bra slide down her arms seductively until she was totally naked except for her socks.

She did a little dance for him, feeling up her tits and venturing down over the red triangle of hair between her legs. When he must have looked like he was fit to burst, she hopped up onto the counter.

He told her to lie back on the counter.

She did as she was told and he lifted her legs over his shoulders and buried his face in her red curly snatch. He worked his tongue around her pink clit, making her moan and wiggle beneath him. He flicked his tongue over its turgid surface and she gasped as she pulled on his hair.

As Perry Como sang "O Holy Night", he munched on her pussy like it was his last meal, wagging his head back and forth as his mouth was locked on her clit like a nipple. Then he'd tease it with the tip of his tongue until she started panting and squirming, her legs kicking at his back. He pressed his tongue against it and moved his mouth around until she screamed and thrashed, her pussy gushing all over his face.

He continued licking and sucking and she started whimpering, begging him to stop. He refused and she arched her back as if she was going to start levitating, her big tits pointed at the ceiling, her nipples brown and pointy. She moved her hands from his head to her breasts, pulling on her nipples, stretching them to the point where it looked painful. He slid a couple of his big fingers into her pussy and crooked them towards him until he hit her G-spot. He knew he hit it because she screamed again and her pussy drenched his hand and face. God, he'd be smelling her all night!

While he hate her pussy, his cock miraculously got hard again. He didn't know he still had it in him!

A female singer he didn't recognize started singing "Silent Night". Randi was panting, her body languid, as he worked his way up her body, his cock quivering as it neared that wet cunt. He took one of her nipples in his mouth as he guided his cock into her hot, wet box. She let out a yelp and her fingers clawed at his shoulders as her legs wrapped around his hips.

He fucked her hard, banging into her, his balls clapping against her ass. He took turns sucking on one and then the other nipple, keeping them hard and pointy as her body writhed and bucked beneath him.

He knew she was about to cum again when her breathing quickened and her grip on his shoulders tightened. She started whimpering and he fucked her with such force her tits bounced like basketballs. She climaxed with another scream, her fingers now raking his arms. Her pussy tightened like a vise around his cock.

His voice breathless, he asked, "Can I cum inside you?"

"Oh, God, yes. Please fill me with your cum until it oozes out my cunt like a cream filled donut."

He had to chuckle at her analogy and was more than pleased to oblige. With a growl his cock exploded inside her, their juices running together and oozing out of her to create a puddle on the counter.

He stayed inside her for a couple of minutes, her pussy throbbing around his cock. She had her eyes closed, her breasts rising and falling as she worked to catch her breath her nipples still hard and pointy. He leaned down and kissed her full pink lips. She moaned and he kissed her harder, determined never to let go.

Her fingers moved up and down his back, making him shiver, her touch gentle. Her nails raking across his back immediately relaxed the muscles and he felt like an over-cooked noodle.

Frank Sinatra started to sing "Ava Maria" and he felt like the night was a religious experience of pure ecstasy.

He heard the air horn blow out front and knew his ride was there. He said to Randi, "My ride is here. I better go. I've got an important run tonight."

Smiling lazily she said, "Thank you for the Christmas gift, Santa."

Chuckling he leaned over and kissed her. "You're quite welcome, dear lady. And thank you for one of the best Christmas presents I ever got. I'm going to make a pit stop in the bathroom to wash up real quick. Do you mind?"

"No, of course not."

He washed off his dick after washing his face and chest. He dried himself off and washed his hands. When he inhaled through his nose, he could still smell her. He hoped it would never go away.

When he exited the men's room he saw that Randi was fully dressed and he could see his new rig parked on the side of the road out front. He gave her a final kiss and whispered, "Be sure to look under your tree in the morning."

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The next morning Randi dragged herself out of bed. She was exhausted from the Santa sex the night before and the time spent cleaning up the restaurant afterwards. Groaning, she looked at the clock. It was 8:08. Yawning, she got out of bed, slipping her feet into her penguin slippers.

Tank was sleeping in his bed in the corner of the bedroom and looked up at her with sleepy eyes. She said, "Do you have to go outside?"

With a grunt, he got up and followed her into the kitchen. She braced herself against the cold as she opened the back door and let Tank out in the yard. He trotted down the back porch steps and over to the maple in the corner of the yard to lift his leg.

She saw something red near the corner of the house. She grabbed a winter coat off a hook by the back door and slipped it on before going out onto the porch. She looked around the corner of the house and saw a brand new red Ram 1500 pickup in the driveway with a big white bow on top.

She said, "What the fuck?"

Tank must have saw the truck too because he ran to the fence on that side of the yard to bark at it. She went back in the house and put on her boots and went outside.

Her yard was surrounded by a six foot chain link fence. Most of it was covered in bittersweet vines that were bare but covered in orange red berries during the winter months. She went through the gate, keeping Tank back, and approached the truck.

The driveway was cleanly shoveled so there were no footprints to indicate who parked it there. She tried the door but it was locked. Unsure what to do, she returned to the house, thinking of calling the police. Tank followed her inside.

While she picked up her phone to dial the police, Tank was nosing around the gifts under the tree. He started barking at one gift and she stopped dialing to see what he was so excited about. It was a box about eight inches tall by four inches wide. The gift card read "To Randi, From Santa."

The other gifts under the tree were ones she recognized from friends, her employees, and neighbors. This one she never saw before. It was prettily decorated as if the giver was familiar with the inside of her house decorated in bright, cheerful colors with its light lime green background with red, pink, and orange sparkly ornaments. A red ribbon and bow completed the wrapping. She opened it and inside was a box with a hula dancer, the kind you stick to your car's dashboard so it wiggles while you drive.

She opened the box and took the dancer out. The hula dancer looked uncannily like her with long red hair and green eyes. She had a red flower in her hair and a red and white polka dot bikini top over a straw skirt. She wiggled it and it shimmied back and forth.

She shook the box and heard something at the bottom. She tipped the box to slide whatever it was out. A set of key fobs for the Ram truck slid into her hand. She went to the dining room window and pointed the fob at the truck, pressing the button to unlock the door. The lights flashed.

With her winter jacket and her boots still on, she went back outside. Tank followed her out and she had to push him back as she closed the gate to keep him in the yard and approached the truck. She opened the driver's door and got inside.

Curious, she pressed the start button and the truck rumbled to life. Frank Sinatra started singing "Let it Snow!" on the radio. She looked in the console between the seats and the glove compartment. She pulled down the sun visor on the passenger side. Nothing. Then she pulled down the visor on the driver's side and an envelope fell out. She opened it. It was a Christmas card with a winking Santa on the front. He looked just like Nick Patara. She opened the card and it read, "Merry Christmas to a Very Good Girl!" It was signed Nick.

She looked in the envelope and found Dan Dorfman's business card. He was the owner of the local Dodge dealership. She went into the house and tried calling his cell phone. She got his voicemail and asked him if the truck was some kind of joke.

She took off her boots and coat and went to work making Christmas dinner. She had a turkey breast and planned to make all the usual fixin's. She was peeling potatoes when Dan Dorfman called her back.

"Hey, Randi! Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas to you and your family, Dan. Now about that truck..."

"A guy named Nicolas Patara came in and bought it for you. Said you won some kind of contest. Never met the guy before he beat me up over the price the other day. His money was good so I didn't question it."

She paused then said, "He came in the other day?"

"Yeah, the 23rd. Said it was going to be a Christmas gift for you."

"The 23rd?"

He chuckled. "Yes, the 23rd. Didn't he explain everything when he dropped it off?"

"No. Not at all. He just parked it in the driveway and somehow got the keys and a hula dancer into my house under my Christmas tree. I'll have to check with John and Jo next door to see if they put the box under the tree."

"Sorry about that, Randi. I thought you knew all about it. You will have to come in to sign the titling and licensing paperwork. I wasn't sure if you wanted to put your old plates from your truck on it or get new ones."

"I'll probably stop by tomorrow, Dan. Maybe about 4:00?"

"Sure that'd be fine. If I'm not there ask for Tony."

"Sorry for snapping at you, Dan. You can understand my surprise when I found the key fobs for the truck under my tree and the truck in my driveway with no explanation."

"Totally understand. I'll probably see you tomorrow then."

"Enjoy the holiday with your family, Dan."

"You too, Randi!"

When they hung up she said to Tank, "I guess the truck is really mine."

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Randi waited until everything was simmering on the stove and the turkey was finishing up in the oven before calling her neighbors John and Jo. She was hoping they put the gift in her house for the mysterious Mr. Patara.

Jo answered on the third ring.

"Hey, Randi! Merry Christmas, hun!" Jo had a southern accent. She was originally from Georgia.

"Merry Christmas to you and John. I hate to bother you on Christmas Day but I found a gift under my tree from Nick Patara and I'm hoping he asked you to put it under my Christmas tree."

Worry in her voice, Jo said, "I hope it was okay. He said you won a contest and the box had the keys for the truck along with one of those hula dancers you stick on your dashboard. I asked him what kind of contest and he said he sought people who did good deeds and rewarded them. You happened to be one of the winners this year. Sounded legit. I mean...you do a lot of charitable work. So I told him it wouldn't be a problem. It wasn't something disgusting was it?"

"No, no, it was a plastic hula dancer and the key fobs for the truck. I just wondered how he got in my house to put the gift under the tree."

Chuckling nervously Jo answered, "Guilty as charged, hun."

Randi could hear John ask Jo where the extra jar of olives was and wasn't surprised when Jo said, "Sorry, Randi, I have to go. Please enjoy your Christmas."

"Thanks for the gifts, Jo, and have a good time."

She hung up. John and Jo had their grown kids over for Christmas along with their three grandkids.

Randi busied herself with her Christmas dinner and wondered if she would ever see Nick Patara again. Then she blushed thinking of their one night together.

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She didn't see Nick until December 31st. She was closing up the restaurant when he knocked on the door again. She let him in and he said, "I just stopped by to see how you liked your Christmas gift."

"Love it. I'm getting the transmission replaced on the old one so I can give it to my cook Jesus. His truck is in rough shape and it doesn't have an extended cab. He'll put it to good use."

He asked her, "No plans for tonight?"

"No. I'll be falling asleep in front of the TV with Tank watching the ball drop in Times Square."

"Care for some company?"

She gave him a smile and said, "Sure, why not? I just have to finish cleaning up around here."

"Tell me how I can help."

So she put him to work mopping the floor starting in the bathrooms. She went to work on the kitchen. They soon made short work of the clean up and Nick followed her home.

They never did watch the ball drop. There were balls involved in their New Year's Eve celebration though. Randi had locked Tank out of her bedroom as she sucked on Nick's candy cane and rum balls. When she got him rock hard, she had him sit up on the bed as she straddled his lap and impaled herself on his cock.

As midnight neared, she was bouncing on his dick, her head tilted back, her long red hair flowing over her back and shoulders. Her body was pale pink, her nipples dark brown. He noticed she had trimmed her pussy so that it was a neat triangle of red hair.

Her pussy was popping and slurping as she rode him, her breathing labored, her nails biting into his shoulders. He pulled her face to his and kissed her hard on the lips, their mouths opening, their tongues poking at one another. He slipped one hand down between them and pressed it against her clitoris. She gasped in surprise and started to moan and he started rubbing it with his fingers.

Her moaning soon turned to high pitched whimpers and her bouncing switched to grinding her pelvis against him, swiveling and undulating her hips, working his cock like a joystick. He grabbed her sides and she yelped in surprise, pulling away from him as he moved his hands down to her hips. Giggling, she said she was ticklish.

He grabbed her ass cheeks and helped her roll over his cock. He was on the edge of a mind blowing orgasm and was trying to prolong the pleasure. He had his eyes closed, his face contorted in deep concentration as he fought off the erotic sensations.

Randi started kissing his neck, one of his erogenous zones, and he groaned, "I'm going to cum, baby."

She whispered back, "Good," and proceeded to bounce like she was riding a bucking bronco.

She was whimpering as she continued to ride him. Her fingers clawed at his shoulders and her tits jiggled in his face. He leaned forward to take one of her nipples in his mouth and she groaned. He bit down on her nipple and she climaxed with a squeal. Her pussy drenched his cock with her hot juices and he soon climaxed with a grunt.

They held one another as they stayed in their position for a few more minutes. He could feel her pussy throbbing like a beating heart around his cock. She clenched her Kegel muscles and he groaned. Then her hips did a little gyrating action and he gasped as his already sensitive cock felt like it was on fire.

She eventually got off him and lay on the bed next to him. Within minutes he could hear her even breathing as she fell asleep.

He slipped out of the bed and kissed her cheek. He whispered, "Happy New Year, baby."

He then got dressed and quietly slipped out of her life into the night.

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Randi woke up at 4:00 a.m. She felt the bed next to her and it was empty, cold. She sat up on the edge of the bed and looked for Nick's clothes. They were gone.

She threw on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt and went through the house to see if he was still there. He was gone and his woody Wagoneer was no longer in front of her house.

She went about cleaning up the kitchen, rinsing out pots and pans, putting them in the dishwasher. She let Tank out in the yard and filled his food bowl and water dish. After she let him in she made a fresh pot of coffee and cut a slice of the sweet potato pie. She ate it at the kitchen table.

It wasn't until then that she saw the note in the napkin holder on the kitchen table. She unfolded it and it read:

Dear Randi,

Sorry I had to leave early. I have some business to take care of this morning and couldn't stay. I hope you understand. I promise I'll see you very soon. Until then stay safe and warm.

XOXOXOXOXO

Nick

She smiled and hoped she wouldn't have to wait until next Christmas to see him again.