"Hello, is this Mr. Lewis Halston?" asked the clipped voice on the phone.

"Yes, that's right" Lew answered.

"Well, Mr. Halston, I'm glad to be able to tell you that you have been chosen from our many applicants for the Santa Clause position here at our most exclusive Westlake Nordstrom store. The job runs from November 24th through December 24th with the compensation that we outlined during the interview. Do you accept the position?"

"Yes. Thank you." Lew replied.

"That's fine then. We'll expect you in on the 24th at 7:00 AM in personnel. Welcome to the company. Good-bye". CLICK.

Lew turned off his hot plate and looked around his tiny one room apartment. "I guess I better call Larry at the bar and tell him I'm back in the Christmas business again this year" he thought to himself.

Lew could easily get seasonal work as Santa. Other than his relative youth and that fact that he had no belly to speak of, he didn't need any help looking like the man in the big red suit. His thick wavy hair appeared snow white, without any coloring. His beards was eight inches long, soft, well groomed and snow white. His eyebrows and mustache were the same color. He could act generally liked kids and didn't mind the long boring hours.

Some years he couldn't get the high paying gigs, like Macy's or Nordstrom's. Those years he bartended instead. Tips were always better during the holidays and the Santa look didn't hurt there either, though he usually trimmed the beard way back. Nordstrom's pay scale and benefits beat the heck out of bartending though. He could always sub in at "The Royale Lounge" if he needed some extra cash. Larry was a good guy.

Lew had worked for the exclusive stores before so he hadn't expected any problems. The Nordstrom events group hadn't disappointed him this year. His costumes were top quality and dry cleaned in rotation so that he had a clean one each day. His chair supported him comfortably and the room stayed cool enough that he didn't stifle in the padding and heavy suit. His set appeared to be top notch, very classy, safe, and well organized so that he only had to face small groups of customers at a time. They had even supplied a small refrigerator and stocked it with bottled water for he and his elves.

He only had one problem. His Elves!

The elves in a set up like this usually handled the crowd control, picture taking and money exchange for pictures and other knickknacks Nordstrom's liked to present. That part hadn't changed.

The problem existed within Lew really. He couldn't really blame Nordstrom's for hiring breath-takingly-beautiful young females to play the elf parts. He couldn't blame them for putting them in costumes that were tight, revealing, and specifically designed to show off the girls ample cleavage and tight little butts.

Unfortunately Lew had not had a lot of female companionship recently and his reactions were beginning to be a problem. Since Tessa had died he had been avoiding his normal one nightstands. He wanted to follow Tessa's last wish. He wanted to be happy. He had even considered that the time had come to settle down, find a wife and actually put some roots down. These thoughts of starting a permanent, lasting relationship though, seemed to be conflicting with his normal approach to picking up women. He had to admit that he didn't really have any experience with real relationships beyond what he had found with Tessa. His current attempts at finding "True Love" had just left him frustrated and depressed.

And then he had taken this job!

The main floor manager had introduced him to his elves his first day on the job. He had managed to keep his tongue in his mouth and the drool off his chin as he met them. He had been with a lot of fine looking women in his day, but these young women all qualified as beauty contest material. The six girls didn't waste much time letting him know that they were a "look but don't touch" group. They were almost all full or part time college students from the local private colleges. Two were daughters of store big wigs. They had all known each other socially for years and had taken this job, mostly for the opportunity to impress their parents with their ability to earn a little money, instead of spending it all the time. In reality, it was an easy, no effort, job that let them gab and gossip, scope out young men, and display their own not inconsiderable assets. They were a group and Lew was definitely an outsider. Even though he was only 26 to their 19 and 20 they treated him as if he was ancient.

His attempts at companionable banter were treated with frosty disdain. Lew could tell that these young women, considered him to be of some lower animal group. Socially he was just one step up from a homeless person. He actually needed this job! He actually needed money!!!

He worked with three of them at a time and took his 20-minute breaks with them but they excluded him from their discussions and lunch plans.

He couldn't help noticing them though!

Cara with the silky brown hair. Leaning over to hand him one more crying baby, her large bosom barely constrained by the red velvet mini-dress with its white fur piping. Not only was she drop dead gorgeous she was also the daughter of one of the men that owned twenty or more upscale department stores around the state. He felt very attracted to Cara physically and even felt a twinge of hope that the girl might, someday find something to like about him.

Natalie with her golden blond tresses sweeping her ass. Bending over to pick up a dropped toy. Her dress, which barely covered her backside when upright, riding up to display her ass cheeks and the crotch of her form fitting red tights. Natalie was the only smoker in the group and always seemed to be sneaking a break outside to have another cigarette.

Kathy strutting back and forth, from the order desk to the cash register. Her gorgeous red hair twitching in time to the figure eight her ass was churning out. Kathy was a flirt. She had a small tribe of young men constantly vying for her attention. She wasn't very decisive so there were actually fights sometimes because she had made dates with three or more boys for the same time.

Tamara with the full pouting lips, the knockout chest and flawless black skin. The girl was a born fashion model. Always perfectly made up, always on display, a picture of sultry sexiness. Tamara's younger brother and sister were twins and often showed up at the store. They thought that Tamara's working at nearly minimum wage was very amusing. They knew their father had promised her a Jaguar for Christmas and this entire working thing was just a scheme. They could be real pains in the ass to Lew and enjoyed making snide comments where they knew he could hear them.

Little Kimi, his oriental elf, so serious, so sensuous. She was quiet, but it was quietness based on strength, on assuredness, on control. Lew felt sure that Kimi was reining in a very passionate nature. She had a wicked sense of humor and seemed to enjoy torturing the young men that came to the Christmas display. Lew had seen her drive one young married man nearly to distraction with simple but passionate poses, glances, and seemingly unintentional but highly erotic lip and tongue motions. She had left the poor fool with a boner and shaking knees. She then caught his young wife's eyes and with a glance and a dismissive hair flip, she let the furious wife know that her husband was a worthless horndog.

Marisa, his spicy Italian, had beautiful black hair that was both wavy and luxurious. Her pinched waist made her already large breasts look huge on her small olive skinned frame. She had a fiery temper and could switch emotional gears faster than any woman Lew had ever met. One moment flirting and gay, the next flashing anger, and then, a moment later, poised and calm. She was very defensive of her personal space and had no patience with people that didn't do what ever she told them to do.

Lew definitely noticed them. It became a problem in that his cock was noticing them too. He took to wearing power liners inside his red velvet Santa pants. It least he wasn't tenting or prodding the little tykes in the butt with his rod. The tightness was not comfortable though and he spent a lot of time, after work, taking cold showers, trying to cool his libido off.

He spent some of the boring time in his chair fantasizing about the girls. Dating this one. Marrying that one. Making love to all six of them separately and together. Unfortunately it was clear after just a few days that he would never have a chance with any of his Elves. They just couldn't see him as a man. They couldn't consider having any type of relationship with him. Their narrow little minds had classified him and he would never be able to change how they viewed him. Even Cara, who laughed at some of his jokes and seemed to like him a bit, expressed with tone and veiled comments that she would be committing social suicide with her friends by even appearing to befriend him.

He was a angered and a bit distressed by the whole thing.

Maybe it was time to test Tessa's last Christmas present. he thought.

Lew;

Whether you believe it or not the fluid in this bottle is MAGIC. It is science and behavioral psychology and a lot of other things but beyond all those it is a magic spell that I designed, tested and executed with your loving help and essence.

To put it simply. My potion and the magic imbued within it will give you absolute control over the mind and behavior of anyone you decide to use it on. If you use it carefully, it should provide you with anything you want. But be careful!

INSTRUCTIONS:

1. Touch the subject you want to affect with any amount of the fluid. Even the smallest drop will work. Ingestion will also work. Stay within 50 feet of the subject for the entire period.
2. Say the activation phrase "Natas-ha Asset". You should feel some mental affect. The real change will occur in the subject. For a brief time, possibly 4 minutes or more, they will be completely in tune with your thoughts.
3. Think about how you want the subject to behave, feel and what they should believe and think.
4. They will read these thoughts, they won't have a choice. They will be changed by your thoughts. They will become whatever you have thought to them. They will never know that their thoughts and beliefs have been adjusted. Remember to concentrate. The more of your psychic self you put into the magic, the better it will work.
5. Seal the magic with the same phrase "Natas-ha Asset!".
6. Letting a subject smell your sperm and saying the phrase again will return them to their receptive state, for two minutes, where new behaviors, feelings, and beliefs can be given to them.

The magic will not work for anyone else. This is my gift to you. It was always us against the world. Now it is just you. You deserve some happiness, but I don't know if you will ever achieve it on your own. Whether you decide to use my gift or not, believe in yourself, trust my magic, and try to be happy.

Love, Tessa.

Stroking his finger across the symbols on the glass he felt a strange breathless electricity seem to caress his senses.

It didn't seem likely, but his days with the carnival had taught him that many times what seemed impossible to him, was someone else's every day occurrence.

Perhaps the time had come to put his present to the test!