For The Rats (One-Shots)

X-MAS: The North Pole

It was nearly Christmas Eve and twinkling lights filled the winter night sky, allowing the cold snow to fall to a frozen earth. But inside Santa's Kingdom, things were heating up. 

Kris, a dedicated stripper at the North Pole , had been working hard all year. He kept the toy-makers pleased and the moral high, but tonight, he would do more than just a little dance. Tonight, he was going to reward himself with some naughty, nasty fun. 

You see, Kris had watched Santa Clause jerk off for months and tonight was the night he would finally make his move. 

He walks out onto his own stage, strutting sexually to the edge. He rounds it, following the dark stone curve strung with lights. Close, in chairs, were hands and faces below his bare feet. One stood out to the stripper, and that was Santa. 

Kris made sure to display every ounce of pure confidence he felt in that moment. He loved how he looked tonight. His toenails were cute and painted in alternating red and green, with little Christmas tree designs on the big toes. His outfit was a short green mini-skirt with silver garland around the base, a red bikini on top with mini ornaments dangling from it on silver tassels. 

His nails were black, but they had little sparkly snowflake designs on them. And his hair was short and brown, cut about 4 inches long in all directions so that it stuck out rather adorably from under his Santa-hat. And his makeup-- on Blitzen, his makeup-- really completed the whole look. It was soft and girlish, yet vibrant and festive. With a pink lip and nose, and his eyeshadow green on the corners with red in the middle and a little shimmer on his inner corner, he was fabulous. His eyeliner went on the bottom lid, with some smudged on the top one. His mascara had his lashes clumped together, and made his brown eyes pop with the highlighter on his highpoints. Very cute. There were no other words for how Kris felt but simply cute. And he was. He totally killed this look. What could he say? He was a just a festive little elf man. A festive, thirsty little elf man with a note in his waistband. 

It was a combination of the confidence and the excitement that got Kris to write his little note, tucked safely away in the band of his skirt. It was folded delicately into a small square with the words "read later, sugar" scrawled on the outside in a glittery blue ink. 

The buildup to the song plays, and so Kris sinks his knees. The stripper seductively crawls toward Santa Clause, letting his hips sway dramatically. When he's close enough, he reaches out to the man's face, and he twirls his fingers in Santa's beard with a smirk, his eyes flirtatious. 

Kris slowly brings his hand back to his own body, trailing it down his flat chest and along his skirtline. He tosses Santa another smirk as he fingers the elastic, taking note of the jealous eyes watching him. He pulls his little piece of paper out, and slips it into Santa's pants with a smile. 

Santa's bushy eyebrows raise, but Kris slinks back, sitting on his heals. He winks, right as the jingle bells to the song kick in. 

And his dance begins. 

*** 

Kris smiles to himself backstage, proud of his efforts and confidence. He changes into his street clothes with the holiday music playing in the background, a few of his coworkers getting ready around him. Putting on their outfits, applying their beautiful makeup. Others were just leaving or hanging out. He usually would stay and talk, but tonight he had places to be. 

Kris slips on his loose black jeans and tight fitting crop top. The top was black, and had a little green christmas tree on it as the main logo, it was sooo cute. He didn't bother taking off his makeup, and he also kept the earrings. They were a vibe. He wanted to still be dressed up for his little visit with Santa.