Bows of Holly
“It’s only for an afternoon,” Katie had said, “and it’s going to look great on a college application.”
Holly could hardly disagree with that. Her high school counselor had told her as much. It was good if the colleges saw that you did other things beyond just studying.
But still, she didn’t want to do it. It just seemed kind of ... it seemed weird.
“What’s your problem?” Katie had asked.
“Problem?”
“Yeah, problem. I can tell. You don’t want to do it.”
“It’s weird,” Holly had said.
“Why?”
“I don’t know. Because they’re old, I guess.”
“So.”
“So. Santa Claus visiting an old folks home. Isn’t that kind of weird?”
“Why?”
“Well for starters, it’s not like anyone’s actually going to believe in Santa.”
“That’s not the point, silly. Of course they don’t believe in Santa, but we’re just going there to give them some company.”
“I don’t know. It just seems like Santa should be visiting little kids and not old people.”
“What? You think old people don’t want someone to come visit them?”
“I guess.”
“You guess what?”
“I guess maybe you’re right. Maybe old people do want people to come visit them. It just feels weird though. It feels like old people shouldn’t need a visit from Santa.”
“All right then. Don’t go.”
“Come on.”
“Come on what?”
“Don’t be that way.”
“Don’t be what way?”
“I said I’d do it.”
“No. Don’t bother. I’ll find someone else. I just thought you’d like to help but I guess I was wrong.”
“I said I’d help.”
“No, I wouldn’t want you to put yourself out so don’t bother. I’ll find someone else.”
“Katie. Come on. I said I’d help. Really. I appreciate the offer. I really do.”
“You sure.”
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
“Well okay, but you better be sure because these old people, they can smell a fake from a long ways away.”
What the hell was that supposed to mean, Holly wondered but then she gave it no more thought whatsoever. “I’m sure,” she assured her friend. “Really. I’m sure.”
And that was how Holly had come to find herself where she was, riding shotgun as Katie drove, dressed up as an elf with copious amounts of red, white and green clothing, bells on her shoes that made her feel silly, and with “Santa” riding along in the backseat.
Santa. Yeah right. “Santa” was barely older than either her or Katie and it was a pretty good bet that any of the guys at the nursing home would be a helluva lot older than their Santa.
“We’re almost there,” Katie said.
Holly nodded numbly. Almost there. Fine. Let’s get this over with.
Actually, it wasn’t all that bad, Holly thought. The guys, and it was all guys, and it was surprising that Katie hadn’t mentioned that, but the guys were all waiting in a common room and it was clear that they were waiting for them. Katie was right, Holly realized. It wasn’t about Santa. It was about having a visit from someone, from anyone, from the outside.
Their job, hers and Katie’s, their job was to talk to the guys and get them ready for when “Santa” came to see them. It was easy, she thought. All you had to do was walk down the row of guys and talk to them.
The first guy was a nice guy. He had a round face, almost a Charlie Brown kind of face, Holly thought, or maybe what Charlie Brown would look like if he were seventy years old. “I haven’t seen you around here before, have I, Sweetie?”
Holly shook her head. “I’m new here,” she said.
“Well, I’m sure we’re all glad to have you around,” the man said.
“You’d be glad to have anything in a skirt around you,” said the next man down.
Old Charlie Brown just looked at the girl. “Don’t you mind Karl there. He’s just jealous.”
“Jealous of what?”
Old Charlie chuckled. “He’s just jealous that you’re spending time with me.”
“But I’m going to be with him next.”
“Shhh,” Old Charlie said conspiratorially. “I know that ... and you know that ... and even Karl knows it, but he just doesn’t want to admit that sometimes he doesn’t get to be first.”
“No,” Karl said. “I just don’t like being behind you.”
“Well there is that,” Old Charlie said with a grin.
“There’s what?”
“No one likes to be in second place.”
Holly nodded because she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do and then it was time for her to move on.
Karl had a long face and he looked so stern that Holly couldn’t help but wonder if he ever smiled.
“So you’re new here,” the man said.
“You know I am,” Holly said. “I know you were listening.”
“Yeah, well—”
“Well what?”
“Well maybe I was.”
“I know you were.” Holly kept the banter light and yet all the time, she was looking at the man who was next in line. She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe where the man had his hands. How could Katie be letting him do that to her?
“Hey.”
Holly shook her head. “I’m sorry,” she said as her attention once more returned to Karl. “What’d you say?”
“And you accuse me of not listening.”
“I said I was sorry.”
“Words,” the man said. “Just words.”
Holly could see “Santa” coming her way and she was more than willing to hand the curmudgeonly Karl over to St. Nick. “Yeah well, here comes Santa,” she said and with that, she moved on to the next man.
“Hey there,” the old man said. “What’s your name?”
He might have been old, Holly realized, but one look in his eyes and Holly was sure that the man had every bit of his mental faculties. “It’s Holly,” she said.
The man grinned. “You’re new here, aren’t you?”
“I am.”
“So have you come to sit on my lap?”
“What?”
“I asked if you came here to sit on my lap.”
“I don’t sit on anyone’s lap,” Holly hissed, “but if I did, it wouldn’t be on your lap.”
The old man chuckled. “Would you like to know a secret?”
“What?”
“Every guy in this home is older than your Santa.”
“So?”
“So if you were going to sit on some guy’s lap, you’d do better to sit on a lap like mine.
“Listen, you jerk,” Holly hissed. “I saw what you were doing with my friend and you better not be getting the idea that you’re going to do something like that to me.”
“Oh ho. So you think you can get uppity with me, do you?”
“I’m not getting uppity,” Holly said. “I’m just telling you the way it is.”
“I suppose I ought to go easy on you considering that you’re still just a child—”
“I am not a child,” Holly pouted in a tone that was a little louder than she’d intended but she had to tell this creep off. “I am not a child,” she said again. “I’m eighteen years old.”
The man chuckled. “Well now, when you put it that way—”
“When I put what what way?”
But before the man could answer that, Holly saw her friend moving down the line and she realized it was her turn to move, too, and she realized that was just fine with her. She didn’t want to talk to the jerk anyway.
“Just remember,” she heard the man say before she moved on, “you have to learn to show respect.”
The next guy was a man who was bald on top although he still had some hair left. “Well now,” the man said. “Who might you be?”
Holly was about to say something when she felt her body stiffen and before she knew what she was doing, she was bending at the waist, but that wasn’t the worst of it. After she’s straightened back up, she said the words she never thought she’d hear herself say. “Please, sir. May I stroke your cock?”
“What’d you say?”
That was just what Holly was asking herself but then those very same words again came out of her mouth. “Please, sir. May I stroke your cock?”
The man’s smile quickly faded and was replaced by a stern look. “Young lady, I don’t know what your game is but I have to tell you that that is not funny.”
Holly couldn’t agree more and she had no idea why she’d said what she’d said and that was exactly what she’d meant to tell the man, that she was sorry, that she really hadn’t meant to say that, that that wasn’t like her and that she wouldn’t do it again only ...
Only when she opened her mouth to speak, that wasn’t what came out. “What’s the matter?” she asked. “Don’t you like having your cock sucked?”
“Now see here, young lady ...”
Holly hardly heard what the man said. It was bad enough that she’d been offering to stroke the man’s cock but now she was offering to suck it, and when her boyfriend had asked her for that, she’d turned him down point blank so why was she offering it now?
“... and while we appreciate you kids coming around here, if you kids are going to use language like that, I don’t know if ...”
She was mortified. She knew she shouldn’t have come here and now she was wondering if she’d said what she’d said in some sort of subconscious way to make sure that maybe she wouldn’t be invited back again.
Oh, thank God. Katie was moving on and that meant she could move on, too. Finally, she could put this behind her and so Holly moved on to the next man.
He was younger than the other men that were there but that wasn’t saying much. He was wearing a red and white sweater and Holly couldn’t help but wonder if he’d broken that out just for the holidays or if he wore that sweater all year round.
“You mustn’t mind Eric there,” the man told her. “He’s not as liberally minded as some of the rest of us.”
Holly nodded and yet even as she did, she felt herself straightening up and she was bending at the waist. “Please, sir,” she said. “May I stroke your cock?”
“Now see here, young lady. I heard what you were offering to Eric there and I won’t take anything less.”
Holly cringed. She knew what she’d said but she hadn’t really meant to offer that and yet here was this man and she knew what he wanted but how could she do that?
“Please, sir, may I suck your cock?”
“Now that’s better, but first ...”
She wasn’t sure why but she’d felt relieved when the man had soid it was better. It was almost like she craved this man’s approval but then there were those other words. But first. What was he going to ask her for now?
“... I’d like to see your tits.”
“What?”
“I’d like to see your tits.”
“But ... but people will see.”
The man laughed. “What, and you think people won’t see if you suck my dick?”
He had a point there, Holly realized.
“Come on. Give me a look.”
And that’s when Holly realized her hands were already tugging at the ends of the little elf costume and then she was pulling it up and she was putting her breasts on display.
“Oh my. Would you look at those. Very cute.”
What was she supposed to say, Holly wondered and yet here she was still holding her top up around her shoulders.
“Why don’t you take your bra off.”
“My bra?”
“Yes, your bra. I think you need to show me those cute, little titties.”
Again, Holly asked herself why she was doing what she was doing and yet she was doing exactly what the man had asked her to do. She was showing him her tits.
“I think you’ve earned this,” the man said as he took his cock out of his pants. “Hey, hey. What are you doing?”
“I’m putting my top down.”
The man shook his head. “No, no. Don’t do that. Leave it up.”
“Okay,” and with that, Holly slipped down between the man’s legs.
“There you go,” the man told her. “Oh yeah. You do that so well.”
Mmm yeah, Holly told herself. She didn’t even reflect on the fact that just a few short minutes ago, she couldn’t have imagined that she’d be sucking on a man’s cock but something had changed and now she couldn’t imagine not sucking on his cock.
“Hey,” the man said.
Holly didn’t stop.
“Hey,” the man said again. “You have to stop.”
Stop? She didn’t want to stop, but he was pushing her away.
“You have to stop.”
Holly looked up. She didn’t want to stop.
“Time to move on,” the man said.
He was right, Holly realized. Katie had already moved on and it was time for her to move on to the next guy. She stood up rather stiffly and she moved on down the line.
It didn’t really surprise her anymore what happened next. She stopped in front of the next man and she stiffened and she bowed. “Please, sir,” she told the man, “may I suck your cock?”
“Suck my cock? Hell, no. I don’t want you to suck my cock.”
“But ... but—”
“That’s a cute, little outfit you’re wearing there,” the man said.
“Um, thanks.”
“I like that skirt of yours. Nice and short. I like that.”
“Okay,” Holly said hesitantly.
“You wearing any panties?” the man asked.
“What?”
“Come on. It’s not a hard question. Are ... you ... wearing ... any ... panties?”
“Well yeah,” Holly said in an incredulous tone. “Of course I am.”
“Can I see ‘em?”
“Can you see what?”
The old man snorted. “You’re not very bright, are you? I asked if I can see your panties.”
Holly was about to tell the man no when she realized she was already lifting up her skirt and showing the man her red and white striped panties.
“Very Christmas-y,” the man said. “I like them.”
“Um thanks.”
“Can you take them off?”
“Can I do what?” but even as she asked the question, Holly realized she was already taking her panties off.
“Can you move your hands to the sides? I want to see your pussy.”
Again, Holly did just what was asked of her.
“Nice,” the man said, “but you know, you really should shave your pussy. It’s what all the best porn stars do.”
What, Holly thought. The very idea that he would suggest such a thing was unconscionable. She wasn’t that kind of a girl and if it weren’t for the fact that she was thinking that maybe she should shave her pussy, she would have told him so.
And besides, it was time to move on. “I think I’ll keep these,” the man said.
Holly wanted to glare at the man. Those were her panties but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it so instead of saying anything, she just nodded her assent and she moved on to the next man.
The next man was old enough to be her grandfather, and he had his cock out. Well, to be fair, Holly thought, that might not have been entirely accurate. It was always possible and probably likely that Katie had taken his cock out for him but it didn’t really matter. Almost as soon as she was standing in front of him, she felt herself straightening up and then bowing to the man in front of her. “Please, sir, may I suck your cock?”
“I think we’re a bit past that now, don’t you?”
“What?”
“I think we’re past that already,” the man said.
“I don’t understand.”
“Lift up your skirt.”
Holly did as she was told.
“You’re not wearing any panties,” the man observed.
“No. He took them from—”
“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. I wasn’t asking for an explanation. I was just making an observation. You’re not wearing any panties, are you?”
Holly shook her head.
“So we’re way past the cock sucking phase, aren’t we?”
“I guess.”
“You guess?”
“I mean yes. I guess you’re right. I guess we’re way past the cock sucking phase.”
“So why don’t you turn around for me.”
Holly turned all the way around coming back face to face with the man. “You mean like this?” she asked.
“Not exactly,” the man said. “Just half way around. I want to see your butt.”
“Oh.” Holly turned around just like she’d been requested to do.
“Lift up your skirt again.”
Again, Holly did what she was told to do.
“You have a nice bottom,” the man told her. “Did you know that?”
Holly shrugged. “I guess.”
“You guess?”
“I mean yeah. I mean, I guess, if you say so.”
“I do say so.”
The girl said nothing.
“I want you to straddle my legs. Can you do that?”
“I guess.”
“You guess? You either can or you can’t. Can you do that?”
Holly remembered what she’d been told. She was supposed to show more respect. That meant she was supposed to do what she was told. “Yes,” she said. “Yes, I can do that.”
“Then do it.”
Holly moved back and suddenly she was straddling the old man’s legs and that’s when she felt his hands on her ass.
“Do you like it when I touch you like this?”
“I guess.”
The old man chuckled. “You like to say that a lot. How about we make ourselves a little rule. From now on, the answer is either yes or no. Can you do that?”
She was about to say, “I guess,” when she remembered what their rule was. “Yes,” she said. “I can do that.”
“All right then. Let’s begin. Do you like my hands on your ass?”
She needed to be more respectful. That’s what she kept thinking. She needed to be more respectful and she knew what he wanted to hear, so that was easy to answer. “Yes. I like your hands on my ass.”
“That’s good,” the man said. “That’s the right answer. Now I’m going to give you something else to feel. Can you feel that?”
Holly couldn’t help but gasp. She gulped just a little. “Yes,” she said.
“Do you know what that is?”
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
“It’s your c-c-cock.”
“It’s my cock. You’ve got to say it right. It’s my cock.”
The girl gulped. “It’s your cock,” she said.
“Do you know what I’m going to do with it?” the man asked.
Considering where the man’s cock was touching her, she had a pretty good idea what he was going to do with it. “Yes,” she said.
“What am I going to do with it?”
“You’re going to fuck me with it.”
The girl gasped as the head of the cock slipped past the outer folds of her pussy. “That’s right,” the man said. “I’m going to fuck you with it.”
“Oh my God,” the girl moaned but it was already too late. Already, the man was pulling her down onto his cock.
“Do you know what I want?”
It was kind of hard to not know what he wanted especially with his hands pushing and pulling on the hem of her skirt. “Yes,” she said.
“Yes what?”
“I know what you want.”
“What do I want?”
“You want me to fuck myself on your cock.”
“You got it in one, honey, so what about it?”
She shouldn’t, Holly told herself. She really shouldn’t. It was just that she was here already. She was sitting on the man’s cock. She was ...
She pulled herself up and then pushed herself back down on the man’s cock.
Oh yeah. That’s was what she wanted. That was what she needed.
“That’s it, honey,” the man encouraged her. “You know what to do.”
The girl pulled herself up and then pushed herself back down again. Up she went again and then down once more. Oh geez, that was good. Oh geez. That was so fucking good.
Holly looked over at her friend and she was hardly surprised to find Katie in the exact same position she was in. Katie with a cock inside her. Katie with a man’s hands tugging on her skirt. Katie moaning.
Oh God. She couldn’t help but moan, too.
“You like this, don’t you,” said the man with his cock between her legs.
“Yeah,” the girl moaned.
“I’m going to cum,” the man told her.
“I want you to,” Holly said as she surprised even herself.
“You want me to cum in your pussy?”
“Fuck yeah. I want you to cum in my pussy. I want you to fill me up really good.”
“Oh yeah, baby. Oh yeah. Here it comes.”
Holly already knew that. She could already feel the man’s cock swelling inside her. She knew what was going to happen. She could feel it happening.
Off to her left, Holly could hear Katie moaning. She sneaked a peek at her friend and a peek was all it took. Poor Katie hadn’t managed to keep the man’s cock inside her and now he was cumming all over her ass instead of in her pussy. Poor Katie, but she’d learn.
The man she’d been fucking was just about done and her pussy was still hot but fortunately for her, there were plenty more men who were lining up to teach her why it was important to be so respectful.
It was the end of the day and the two well-fucked teens had their elf uniforms back on although Holly still didn’t have her candy cane panties. The man who had those said she could come back anytime she wanted them and they could work out some kind of trade for them and Holly said she would. She had a pretty good idea what it was she was going to have to give up and she was perfectly willing to do it.
“So did you learn to be more respectful?” Holly was asked by the man who’d said she needed to be more respectful.
“Yes, sir,” Holly said. She no longer felt the need to bow nor did she need to call him sir, but she called him sir anyway.
“I had a feeling you’d get the message,” the man said. “I always thought you’d pick it up pretty quick.”
“You can count on me,” Holly said. “I’ll definitely be more respectful the next time around.”
“That’s all we ever asked for,” the man said. “That’s all we ever wanted.”
The weird thing was as they got ready to go, they looked around for the Santa they’d brought with them but the man was nowhere to be found. Everyone recalled seeing him but no one could remember seeing him leave. In the end, Katie and Holly had to leave on their own but they figured Santa would be back sooner or later. He always seemed to come around in time.