"Fuck me Ricky. Fuck me harder," the girlish voice moaned lustfully.

"You like livin' the vida loca, baby; you like being fucked loca?" a masculine voice with a spanish accent answered.

"Oh yeah. I love your cock, Ricky. It feels so good inside of me. I love having my hands on your bon bon. Shake it Ricky. It drives me crazy."

Ring ring.

"You have really nice tits, Britney. Too bad they aren't real."

"They're real, Ricky. Mmmmm, that feels so good, fuck me faster. I had a growth spurt and they just kept growing and growing. Just like your cock."

Ring, ring.

"Whatever. I really love to watch them bounce as I fuck you loca."

"Oh Ricky. Fuck me harder, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me baby one more time. Oops," the girlish voice screamed, "I'm comingagain!"

Ring ring.

"Suck on my cock while I answer the phone."

Ring. "Hello."

"Hi Tabbitha. What's up?"

"Nothing, Angela. I'm just playing around with these dolls that some fan sent me: Britney Spears and Ricky Martin. He wants to know when there's going to be a Tabbitha Young doll."

"That's a good question Tabb. When is there going to be a Tabbitha Young doll? And where are they going to find all that silicone for the doll's boobs?"

"Ha ha, very funny. Mine are real, unlike some other actresses I could name."

"So you claim. At least I admit to having implants. So when is there gonna be a Tabbitha Young doll?"

"Maybe when our show moves out of last place in the ratings and people actually know who I am," Tabbitha Young paused thoughtfully and continued. "Who am I kidding? Nobody watches this stupid network we're on except to watch wrestling. Watch, the show's gonna be canceled, replaced by more wrestling. I'll be out there in slut clothes cheering on some fat wrestler in no time. We're gonna be body slammed through tables.' I can't believe I'm stuck in this stupid contract with this stupid network."

"C'mon Tabb. It could be worse," Angela answered.

"It could? During filming yesterday they had us running around in tiny little white tank tops -- I swear they were made out of gauze -- and to make it even worse, they had the heat turned off."

"It was freezing. I didn't say anything, I'd probably get fired or something, but you're the star, why didn't you complain?"

"I did. They just smiled and told me, 'Somebody's on the way right now to fix it, Tabb. We all just have to deal with it until it's fixed.' Yeah right, the heater's broken, like I really believed that. They just want to show off our tits, see if we can get the perverted men ages fifteen to sixty-five demographic to watch our show. The best way to do that is to show off our boobs, our rock hard nipples sticking out of see through tops."

"What do you expect Tabb? It is the TNA network after all and we're the T and A. So, do you have any big plans for Christmas?"

"Big plans? For Christmas? I think I'm just going to stay home by myself and play with my dolls. I have a Christina Aguilera doll too, it sings. Wanna hear it?"

"Not really. Tabbitha, you need to relax," Angela told her. "There will be a Tabbitha Young doll soon and maybe even an Angela Reina doll too. Trust me, you're gonna be a huge star and I'm gonna ride your coattails, or maybe I should say tight shorts. 'Scenic Places' is gonna be a huge hit, just like Felicity and those other shows."

"Yeah right. It's gonna be a huge hit when we do an entire show topless. I swear, if they asked me, I would do it and so would you. I can see the promos now, "Watch Tabbitha Young as Priscilla in a very special episode of 'Scenic Places.' Priscilla has to decide, the convent or exotic dancing. What does her future hold? You can help her decide, visit the official 'Scenic Places' web site to cast your vote. Help decide Priscilla's future.' We would be doing every episode after that in a thong and nothing else. At least it would get decent ratings... I think. I dunno, maybe I wouldn't do it. I get enough crazed mail about my breasts as it is."

"I told you, relax. You're gonna be a huge star and I'll be able to go down to the mall and buy a Priscilla/Tabbitha doll for my little sister."

"A doll? A doll. I don't want to be a fucking doll. You know what happens to those dolls don't you? Mothers buy them for their daughters, then the big brothers come along and rip off the heads and limbs. Then the parts get sold at garage sales around the country. Excuse me, but I don't want to find my decapitated likeness in some redneck garage sale. I'll be happy if this show becomes a big enough hit to be renewed for another season so I can finish paying for this damn condo."

"Relax, Tabbitha. I know you; you're gonna make it... we're gonna make it."

"Oh yeah. If I'm gonna make it, then why the hell aren't there any dolls of me at Toys R Us?"

"You're amazing! I thought you didn't want any Tabbitha Young dolls out there."

"I don't, but I do... I don't know. I just want to get off this stupid network and make some money without having to show off my boobs, or at least show off my boobs in movies instead of some lousy TV show."

"Well, Tabb, what did you expect from the TNA network, 'Masterpiece Theater?' You knew what kind of show you were gonna to be on when you signed that contract."

"I know, I know. I shouldn't have believed the hype and promises from the network. I should have signed that deal for half the money from one of the other networks, but they promised that my show wouldn't just be some program that showed off our bodies, they promised that the show would be good. The critics hate it, at least the ones who have taken the time to watch it. At least now that they have us wearing tighter tank tops and shorter skirts, we've at least moved out of last place in the total ratings. We're just last in our time slot now."

"Why don't you come with me to my parents for Christmas dinner in Canada. My brother would love it, he watches your show every week, the drool practically rolls out of his mouth whenever you have on a tight sweater."

"He drools whenever he sees any female. Anyway, that's just what I need, some hormone filled kid staring at me.... I'll think about it. Call me in the morning. Okay, Angela?"

"Okay, Tabbitha, talk to you then."

"Ciao," Tabbitha Young, the star of TNA networks most promising show of the fall season, and the most disappointing show, hung up the phone. She spread the legs of the Britney Spears doll and placed the Ricky Martin doll on top, "Fuck me Ricky, fuck me baby one more time," she said in her best little girl voice.


In the middle of the United States, somewhere in the heartland, actually Akron, Ohio, a lonely college student was surfing the World Wide Web. As he clicked between porn sites and the official celebrity sites of sexy actresses, he followed a link he had never seen before. The link promised a direct E-mail address to Santa Claus. With a smirk, he clicked on it.

As the web site came up, he read the simple text filling his monitor. "Dear Randy Logan, you have been chosen as one of twenty recipients of Santa Claus' real E-mail address. We know many of you do not believe in Santa Claus, but be assured that he is real, and the twenty people that received this link are assured of receiving their most desired presents. Just click on the link below, and your personal message to Santa will go directly to him. This is not a joke."

Randy Logan re-read the text on his screen, with another smirk, he pressed the link as instructed and watched his E-mail screen appear on the monitor. Shaking his head in amazement, he smirked and began to type.

"Dear Santa, or whoever you are, "For Christmas this year, there really isn't anything that I really need. I'm a little past the videogame stage and I'm pretty much set as far as other stuff."

With an wry grin, Randy continued to type, "What I really want for Christmas is to wake up in the morning and find that girl from the TV show 'Scenic Places' under my tree. The show really sucks but she is really hot. Maybe you could wrap her in a tiny little piece of lingerie, with a little red bow in her hair.

"For the geek that set this stupid little web site up, I want you to know that I don't believe in Santa; I hope you get a nice little laugh as you read my wish. You have to admit, that she is a little hottie. Wouldn't you like to find her under your tree? Get lost assholes."

Randy looked over the text of the letter and fixed a couple of typos With a flourish, he pressed the mouse button and watched as the 'your E-mail has been sent' window appeared on the screen.

"That oughta screw with their heads," he said to himself with a smirk. Shutting off his computer, he turned off the lights and went to sleep, fantasizing that Tabbitha Young, Jennifer Love Hewitt and Jennifer Lopez lap danced for him in his bedroom before they made while passionate love to him.


Tabbitha Young awoke with a start. The starlet was sure that she had shut off the lights in her condo before she went to bed, but now the condo was brightly lit, every light turned on. She wrapped a robe around her naked body and glanced around the corner into her living room. A thin man in blue bermuda shorts and a gaudy multi-colored shirt that looked like it belonged to a tourist returning from Hawaii smiled at her. "Merry Christmas, Miss Young," he said.

"Who the hell are you?" she answered.

"You don't recognize me? Why I'm Santa Claus of course. Or maybe you might know me better as Kris Kringle."

"Yeah right. You're Santa Claus, and I'm Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Now get the hell out of my apartment you nutcase. For your information, you've got the costume all wrong. Santa is fat and wears a red suit, not skinny wearing something that looks like it belongs to somebody holding a pineapple in one hand and a drink with an umbrella in the other."

"That's what you think, Miss Young, but Coca Cola got it wrong. As you can see, I'm not fat, at least not anymore, those 'Fat Buster' pills really work, and I only wear the red suit when I'm someplace cold. Southern California isn't exactly cold, it feels like paradise to me, the North Pole is absolutely unbearable this time of year."

"Yeah right. Out of my house fruitcake, or I'll call the cops."

"I see that you really do have the personality that you are reputed to have, Miss Young. And if I may add, you've had it since you were a little girl. Why do you think you never got the Easy Bake oven that you asked for every year?"

"How did you know about that?"

"I'm Santa Claus. It's my job to know. Haven't you ever heard the song, "He knows when you've been sleeping, he knows when you're awake. He knows if you've been bad or good so be good for goodness sake. Oh you better watch out..."

"That's enough singing for now Kringle," Tabbitha interrupted. "Next time, try to stay in tune. Now out of my house or I'm hitting the panic button on my alarm, then you can see how it feels to be behind bars for Christmas."

"Still don't believe me, Miss Young? In 1989, I had your Easy Bake oven all wrapped up for you, ready for delivery. You were a relatively good girl that year so I decided to let you have it, but then on Christmas Eve you had to ruin it and hit your brother in the nose, just because he called you a tattletale."

"He did not call me a tattle tale, he called me something worse than that. He called me a ..."

"I know what you told your parents he called you, and I don't like those four letter, or in this case, five letter words, but you know and I know that he called you a tattletale, then you hit him. Broke his nose if I remember right."

"Well... He deserved it. I get it, Charlie put you up to this, didn't he. My little brother is trying to pull a fast one on me. You can tell him to stick it up his..."

"Now now, Miss Young. Charlie doesn't have anything to do with this. Anyway, how you behaved as a child is immaterial to the present."

"I was a little angel," Tabbitha protested loudly. "I have proof, my parents always tell me so. It was Charlie that was a little jerkoff."

"Charlie was just a normal boy. You, on the other hand, Miss Young, were far from an angel. If I may say so, I would say that you were closer to hell than to heaven," Santa laughed a merry ho ho ho, "More of a little devil than an angel I would say. I remember when you were fourteen, how you used to walk around the house barely dressed, knowing that it drove your brother and his friends nuts. I don't think that's something a little angel would do. Do you, Miss Young?"

"Well... Hey, how did you know I did that. I knew it, Charlie put you up to this didn't he. Next time make him spring for a real Santa suit."

"Or how about the time, when you were a freshman in high school. When you and your best friend Diane started kissing as a joke, then it turned into an entire night of teenage lesbian sex. I don't think angelic teenage girls seduce their best friends. Do you, Miss Young?"

"She wanted to do it just as much as I did.... Hey! Nobody knows about that. How did you...?"

"I told you. I'm Santa Claus. I know everything. And I almost always keep all that information to myself. Of course, in certain instances, I'm not above using information on certain people for my best interests. In your case, Tabbitha, I seem to remember a meeting with some network executives earlier this year, when you and one of your co-stars from your little show put on a sexy little show. If I remember right, I remember a little striptease, then a little lesbian sex show between you and Angela, then blow jobs for every executive in the room. Every executive except for Miss Timms that is, the three of you went back to her place for a torrid little lesbian menage-a-trois if I remember correctly. You'll have to forgive me, at my age, my memory isn't what it used to be. "

"But how...?"

"I told you; I'm Santa Claus. And I remember a little meeting with the head of one of the major toy manufacturers. I know you were willing to sign that deal with them. It wasn't your fault that he couldn't get it up. Who knew that his Viagra bottle was empty. I think you still should have gotten that contract with them anyway. Everybody thought your show was gonna be huge."


"I bet, Miss Young, that you're wondering why I'm here?" Santa watched as Tabbitha slowly nodded her head. "I'm here, because... how can I put this? I'm in a little need of your services this year."

"You need something from me? Like I'm really going to help some fruitcake claiming to be Santa Claus."

You still don't believe me, do you? Maybe if I tell you about that time when you went to Tijauna and went to the sex show with the donkey. You had to climb on stage and touch him, didn't you?. The elves loved watching that; although Mrs. Claus had to leave the room. I still can't believe that you actually ..."

"Okay, okay. I had a little too much tequila," Tabbitha protested. "You're Santa; I believe you. What do you want from me and why the hell should I help you. I'm still waiting for a fucking Easy Bake oven from you."

"You still want an Easy Bake oven? You could always go buy one you know."

"I know, but it's the principle of the thing. I always wanted one from Santa Claus." Tabbitha examined the strange man sitting across from her. He seemed to be staring at her legs; she glanced down and realized her robe had opened and he could see everything from her waist down. She tightened the robe then continued. "Assuming that I will help you. Why do you need my help anyway? I mean you're Santa Claus."

"Well, this year the elves were testing a little computer program on the Internet, a way that we could collect information about what kids really want for Christmas. To make a long story short, one of the names on our list was a certain Randy Logan. Except the elves messed up and sent the information to the wrong Randy Logan, in this case a college student from Akron, Ohio. Since we promised to deliver any Christmas gifts requested via this program... well let's say that Randy Logan's most desired Christmas gift is -- and I'm paraphrasing here -- that little hottie from 'Scenic Places,' Tabbitha Young. So you see my dilemma, he requested you under his tree wearing lingerie and a red bow; we promised to deliver whatever he wished. So I'm her to negotiate with you.

"Ahhh... that's a nice word, negotiate. What do I get out of this?"

"What do you want?"

"I want my show to become a huge hit," Tabbitha answered quickly.


"And I want to make movies, and make a hit record too."


"That's it? All I had to do was ask. No negotiating, no trying to get a better bargain, no hassles, no haggling, no blow jobs?"

"Nothing like that, Mrs. Claus is watching. Is that all you want?" Santa smiled sweetly, picked up his right hand and waved.

Tabbitha hesitated for a second before answering, "Yes, that's all I want."

"Then we have a deal," Santa clicked his fingers, and with a flash of light, Tabbitha found herself in a strange apartment, wearing a bright red negligee with white fur trim. She was laying on her side underneath a Christmas tree, her breasts nearly spilling out of the flimsy nightie. She tried to stand but was unable to move.

"It'll only be a few minutes before Randy wakes up," Tabbitha heard Santa say from nowhere. "You can't move until he sees you. He was pretty specific about finding you under the tree. He was right... the little red bow in your hair makes you look so in-season. Have fun Miss Young."


Randy's hit the snooze button on his alarm clock, and tried to go back to sleep. It was Christmas, but so what. He was stuck in the middle of Ohio, while his family was celebrating Christmas in Aruba. It wasn't his fault that he couldn't get his grades higher. Anyway, what did his parents want from him, straight A's? They didn't understand how hard it was to be able to maintain a C average. It wasn't his fault that his professors wouldn't take bribes to raise his grades. What did they expect from him?

Unable to sleep, Randy pulled himself out of bed, lazily scratching his butt with his left hand. The lights from his Christmas tree were blinking wildly. "I thought I shut the lights off," he said quietly to himself.

Dressed only in his white underwear, he walked into the living room of his apartment. His mouth dropped as he looked at the girl barely dressed underneath his tree. It couldn't be, but it looked like her.

"Close your mouth, Randy. Yes, I'm your Christmas wish, Tabbitha Young, here to do whatever perverted things you have planned for me. At least you could comb your hair and take a shower."

"But..." Randy stammered.

"Yeah, you could quit scratching that too. Now go take a shower, I'll still be here when you get done."


"Yes dorkface. That E-mail you sent to Santa was real. Now because of you I get to spend my Christmas in some little apartment who the fuck knows where. Where am I anyway?"


"Akron? Like in Ohio?"

"Yeah, Ohio."

"Great. I hope you know I had big plans for Christmas this year.

I was planning on going to the Bahamas."

"The Bahamas?"

"No, not really, but I wasn't planning on Akron, Ohio. Now if you could hurry up and take a shower, we can get this over with and Santa can get me back to my condo. Don't you know that white Jockeys are so unsexy. Do you have any boxers or anything?"

"Umm, yeah, I have some boxers."

"Well after you take a shower, could you put those on instead. Those things you have on have holes in them." Tabbitha said as she scrunched her nose.


"Well, go. I don't have all day you know."

"This is some kind of joke, isn't it? You really look like Tabbitha Young though. Who sent you?"

"Listen? I am Tabbitha Young, and in case you don't remember, you sent an E-mail to Santa Claus asking to find me wrapped underneath your tree."

"Yeah right, and I'm Brad Pitt."

Tabbitha laughed and rolled her eyes, "I don't think so. Although I bet if you took a shower and cleaned yourself up you wouldn't look as pathetic as you do now."

"Gee, thanks, Tabbitha, for that compliment. Now tell me who you really are?"

"Listen, before today I believed in Santa as much as you did. Now I know he's real. And you Mister average- college-perverted-male, should believe in him too, after finding me under your tree as your present."

"Prove that your Tabbitha Young."

"And how the hell am I supposed to do that?"

"I don't know? What's the name of your character on "Scenic Places?" Randy asked.

"Priscilla, Priscilla Miller."

"Well, that helps prove who you are. Nobody I know except for me watches that stupid show anyway, and I only watch it to see the nipples poking out of the tops. Tell me something else."

"Gawd, you're not only hopeless, but perverted too. Okay, on the show I play a character that has the outward appearance of being very naive and innocent, but deep down Priscilla is very shrewd and conniving, not afraid to use whatever she has to get what she wants."

"What size bra do you wear?" Randy asked.

"I don't know. I've never worn one before," Tabbitha answered matter-of-factly.

"Oh my God. You really are Tabbitha Young," Randy exclaimed as the actress answered the trick question. He collapsed into the nearest chair, his mouth wide open in astonishment.

"Is that all anybody ever watches the show for? To see my boobs bounce around. One of these days I'll have to wear a bra on the show, see if the ratings plunge. Wait a minute, they can't get any worse than they are now. Nevermind," Tabbitha complained. "Close your mouth, if there were any flies around here they'd fly right in and make a nest."

"I don't believe that Tabbitha Young is in my apartment," Randy answered, ignoring her comments. "An almost naked Tabbitha Young, and I look like shit," Randy stood and ran into the bathroom.

After a few moments, Tabbitha heard the shower turn on, and she stood and stretched. She walked into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She had to admit she had never looked better, and the bow really made her look like a Christmas present.

"Is that you out there, Tabbitha... I mean Miss Young?"

"Tabbitha is fine, actually Tabb is better. Anything but Tabby."

"I was thinking. Since you are my Christmas wish, and you said I get to do whatever perverted things with you that I want, could you take off your clothes and hop in the shower with me?"

Tabbitha let the straps of the lingerie down, and stepped out of the lacy underwear. Sliding the shower curtain to the side, she stepped into the shower next to Randy.

"The water's so cold, turn it hotter would you," Tabbitha ordered.

Randy adjusted the water as he looked at Tabbitha's naked body.

"Randy, you better close your mouth or you might drown," Tabbitha said with a smile.

"I'm sorry. It's just that, I can't believe that, I mean, you're so beautiful, and I can't believe that, I mean, your naked, next to me, and you're..."

"Do you really think I'm beautiful?"

Randy nodded his head.

With a coquettish smile, Tabbitha replied, "Thanks. You know, you're not so bad yourself, and your equipment is pretty impressive too. In fact, if you don't mind, I think I'm going to get on my knees and suck on your cock for a while," Tabbitha said unaware that her thoughts were being manipulated by something. At the moment; all she wanted to do was to go down and Randy.

"I was just thinking that," answered Randy.

Tabbitha kissed the tip of Randy's cock, twirling her tongue on the head. She pushed the entire length into her throat, feeling the tip of his penis tickle the back of her throat. She hungrily sucked on his cock, her head bobbing back and forth as she pushed it in and out of her mouth.

Randy could feel himself begin to orgasm, and Tabbitha let his cock fall out of her mouth and said as she turns of the water, "I want to feel you inside me. Now." She stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and running it over her body. She toweled off her hair on the way to Randy's bedroom and glanced in the mirror, tussling her hair with her hands.

Randy looked at her as she stood at the end of the bed, her wild hair making her look sexier than he ever imagined any woman could look. He ran to the bed, tossing the empty pizza boxes off the bed and onto the floor. "Fuck me, Randy," Tabbitha said lustfully. "I need to feel your cock inside me now."

Tabbitha placed her hands onto the bed and opened her legs. "I need you inside me," she said as she placed her elbows on the bed, her body bent at the waist as Randy stared at her tight ass and wet pussy. She looked back at Randy, moving one of her fingers into her mouth, softly sucking on it. Quickly, she placed her wet finger along the lips of her pussy, slowly running her finger up and down her wet slit.

Mesmerized by the way Tabbitha was acting, Randy watched her as her finger pushed into her pussy, making a quiet mushing sound as she pushed it in and out. "Please fuck me, Randy," she said lustfully.

Her words reminded Randy of what he was actually doing, and he walked to her, nearly tripping over the discarded pizza boxes. He placed the tip of his hard cock between the lips of her pussy, and before he could push himself into her, he felt Tabbitha push against him, filling her with his cock, a loud moan escaping her throat as she began rocking her body back and forth.

Beginning to feel a rhythm developing, Randy matched her pushes with thrusts, watching her naked body writhe in front of him. Their rhythm grew faster, and Tabbitha screamed loudly, begging Randy to fuck her harder and faster. She collapsed on the bed, overcome by the waves of pleasure gushing through her body. As Tabbitha moaned loudly, Randy continued sliding his cock in and out of her pussy. With a loud groan, he pushed a final time, his cock pushing into her as he orgasmed.

He collapsed on top of her as she continued whimpering, still feeling the aftereffects of her orgasms. "Now what?" Tabbitha asked as she remained unmoving on the bed.

"I don't know, maybe..."

"Randy, I'm sorry, but I really need to suck on your cock again," Tabbitha said as she pushed Randy off her back and onto the bed. Rapidly she knelt on the floor and hungrily pushed Randy's still hard cock between her lips, expertly bringing him near the brink of orgasm, only to let his desire soften, not wanting him to climax yet.

Tabbitha stood, letting his hard cock slide out of her mouth. Straddling him, she pushed his cock into her, feeling the length of it slide deeply inside her. Hungry with desire, Tabbitha rapidly bounced up and down his shaft, feeling it gently tease her clitoris as it slid in and out of her pussy. Loudly moaning, her orgasm hit her unexpectedly, causing her gasp audibly and begin to scream Randy's name, begging him to fuck her harder.

Randy pumped his hips erratically and came inside her, but Tabbitha continued bouncing on him, sending him to another level of ecstasy, his moans of pleasure filling the room as he begged her to stop. She continued, changing her motion from up and down to front and back and side to side, feeling his cock tickle her clitoris, causing another wave of orgasms to flow through her body.

As she collapsed onto the bed next to him, she smiled as she asked. "Now what?"

"I would love..." Randy began to say.

"I know, Randy," Tabbitha interrupted, "Don't you want to take some pictures of me, naked, I mean really raunchy ones, with my legs spread and my pussy spread open. Maybe you can make a videotape of it too," Tabbitha said in her best throaty seductive voice.

Randy could only nod his head as he ran into the living room, grabbing his Polaroid camera and his video camera. When he returned to the bedroom, Tabbitha had neatly made the bed, and was sitting at the top, her back resting along the wooden headboard. Looking at him as he fumbled with the camera, she spread her legs and using her fingers, she opened her pussy for him. "Is this sexy enough?" she asked as she pushed one finger inside.

Randy could only nod as he snapped a picture with the instant camera, framing Tabbitha in the middle of the frame. They continued taking pictures, most of them with Tabbitha holding her legs open and her fingers pushed inside her. When Randy ran out of film, he grabbed the video camera and began taping her as she posed for the camera.

She cupped her breasts, pulling one nipple to her mouth, running her tongue on the nipple before she pulled it between her lips. As Randy zoomed the picture out, she opened her legs and said passionately, "Randy? Do you like my body? Do you like how I fuck? I love your cock Randy. It is so big, I've never had anybody like you before. You've made me come so hard and so many times."

As Tabbitha pushed her finger in and out of her wet pussy, she began tickling her clit with her other finger. Soon she was moaning in ecstasy as she climaxed, her back arched as her finger rapidly fucked her pussy.

Randy placed the video camera on a tripod, carefully framing the bed. He pulled Tabbitha to the bottom of the bed and climbed on top of her, pushing his hard cock into her, driving her to another series of orgasms.

He pulled his cock out and came all over her stomach and tits. Tabbitha rubbed her finger in a puddle of his come, and placed it between her lips, erotically sucking on it.

Randy blinked, and when he opened his eyes, Tabbitha was gone. He turned and found a man standing in the doorway, wearing blue bermuda shorts and a very bad Hawaiian shirt. Randy instinctively covered himself with his hands and dived onto the bed, pulling the blanket over his naked body. "Who the fuck are you? Where's Tabb?"

"I'm Santa Claus. I take it you liked your present," the man asked. "The pictures and video are for your eyes only. Nobody else can see them or hear them. Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas," the strange man yelled before he disappeared with a click of his fingers.


Tabbitha Young sat up with a start. "It was only a dream," she thought out loud. She got up from her bed, looked in the mirror and opened her eyes wide in amazement. She had gone to bed after taking a long hot bath, but was now sweaty, her hair messed up and a sticky liquid all over her stomach and breasts. To top it off, she looked in the mirror and found a red bow tied into her hair. She ran into the living room, and found a pile of presents under the Christmas tree.

Opening every package quickly, tearing the paper excitedly, her smile grew with every present she opened. Every toy that she had ever wished for when she was a child she discovered in the wrapped boxes. A Barbie dollhouse, a Cabbage Patch Baby, even a pink Barbie Jeep - everything she had ever wished for and never received. As she opened the last present, her smile turned into a frown. What she had always wanted was not to be found.

She walked dejectedly into the kitchen, and her eyes opened widely as she saw an Easy Bake Oven sitting on the counter, a big red bow attached along with a white envelope. She opened the envelope, and read the handwritten note inside.

"Merry Christmas, Tabitha. You were a very good girl this year, and for that you received all of the toys you ever wished for.

You were also a very naughty girl when you needed to be, for that you get this lucky coin. Keep it in your pocket at all times, and all your biggest wishes will be fulfilled this year. For a start, look under the tree one more time, Santa."

Tabbitha rushed to the Christmas tree, and found a present that she hadn't seen before. She picked it up, and carefully unwrapped it. She looked into the box through the clear plastic and opened her mouth in astonishment. It was her, it was a Tabbitha Young doll. She carefully at it, examining every detail before opening it and pulled the little figurine out. It looked just like her. The she looked at the box and read the red letters out loud, "Tabitha Young doll." She looked at the spelling on the box again and yelled, "It's spelled with two B's!!!!"

When she looked at the box again, the lettering had magically changed, and now read "T-A-B-B-I-T-H-A."."

"Sorry about that," a voice she recognized as belonging to Santa boomed. "Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas, baby."


"Bob, you'll never believe this till you see it, man. I fucked Tabbitha Young all Christmas day. Man it was incredible, she was awesome."

"Yeah right. You fucked major hottie Tabbitha Young.... In Akron, Ohio. How many Buds did you down?"

"I'm serious. I'm looking at some pictures of her as we speak, and I have her on video too, man. You have to see these pics."

"Are you serious? I'll be right over."

Randy looked at every Polaroid he had taken of Tabbitha. His favorite had her completely naked, her legs wide open with one finger pushed into her pussy while the other hand spread open her pussy lips. He started the video tape and heard her voice asking, "Like this, Randy? Do you like my tits, Randy. Do you want me to spread my legs for you now? Can I suck your cock now?"

He looked through the pictures a second time and heard a knock on the door. On the video he could hear Tabbitha screaming in orgasm as she played with herself, screaming his name, begging him to fuck her.

He bounced to the door, and saw his buddy Bob, who was joined by Don and Mike. "Okay, let's see these X-rated pics of you and Tabbitha Young."

With a big smile, Randy handed the Polaroids to them, and pointed to the TV. "Man, she was unbelievable. She is so fucking hot. I swear she's a nympho."

"Randy, dude, these pictures are all blank, there's nothing on them. What.... Did you take the pictures of her in the dark?"

Randy grabbed the pictures from Bob, and looked at a picture of Tabbitha on her hands and knees, her finger inside her pussy. "Look, this one is hot, she's fucking herself," he said as he handed the picture to Mike.

"Man, you're totally nuts. I don't see anything but black.

Where's the video you say you took?"

"It's on now. Can't you hear her screaming my name, can't you see her gorgeous body all spread out?"

"Umm, Randy. If you got any more of whatever you've been smoking or drinking, I want some. There isn't anything on the TV but a lot of snow."

"I told you Randy, for your eyes only," Randy heard a voice boom out.

"Did you hear that?" Randy asked.

"Hear what?" Bob answered.

"Nevermind," Randy answered as he grabbed the Polaroids from his friends and put them away.



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