Flash Fiction Friday: Decking the Halls

Three of Santa’s helpers were in the great room, hanging ornaments from the boughs of a tall fir tree.  They were naked, their lithe and feminine bodies a welcome sight as the big man walked in from the cold.  He’d spent a long day at the workshop overseeing the elves.  Toys were the furthest thing from his mind.

That changed when he spied one of his helpers standing before a pillar.  Her wrists were bound above her head, and as she writhed in ecstasy, another helper teased her clit with a buzzing vibrator.  

“Hi Santa!” they called when they noticed him.

“Don’t stop on my account, ladies.”  After observing for a moment he left them to their play.

In his den, Santa sat in his favorite chair and began to peruse his naughty-and-nice list while planning for Christmas Eve.  An unexpected interruption came in the form of another helper, clad in black lingerie and a collar.  Her pigtails and her breasts bounced seductively as she crawled across the floor.

“Santa,” she said, “I’ve been so naughty.”

Santa rose from the chair.  Having Mrs. Claus spend the holiday with her sister wasn’t going to be so bad after all. (198/200)

Behind the Scenes

This week's Flash Fiction Friday challenge, courtesy of Advizor54, was much easier than I was anticipating.  Participants were given three photos to choose from, plus a 200-word limit, and the prompt word unexpected, which I initially forgot to include, as I frequently do.  Extra credit could be earned by incorporating more than one picture.  In the interest of giving myself as much work as possible less than a week before Christmas, I decided to use all three pictures.

The prompt was posted on Wednesday, but I didn't get around to viewing it until late Thursday afternoon.  Once I decided to incorporate all three pictures, writing the story was fairly easy.  I quickly decided to set the action at the North Pole, and though I toyed with the idea of making the ladies some offshoot of Santa's elves (albeit full-sized), I soon decided to refer to them simply as his helpers.

I considered referring to Mrs. Claus being away for the holidays earlier in the story, likely as soon as Santa walked into the house.  But I'm glad that I saved it for the last line.  It seems to be a pretty good twist ending.

Deleted Scenes

This story was originally to begin with, "It was almost midnight when the big man walked in.  He’d spent a long day overseeing the elves in the workshop, and now he wanted to relax by the fire."

In my original vision, Santa was going to be interviewing women from his "stable of elves" to find out whether they'd been naughty or nice.  Of course, it was the naughty ones and not the nice ones who were rewarded with a gift.  

I wanted to include mention of the candy cane crop Santa is holding in the third picture, but I couldn't include it in a manner that didn't feel forced and still fit within the word limit.  The picture can speak for itself, I suppose; the reader can extrapolate that after Santa rose from his chair he withdrew the crop and went to work.

Also, my original draft of the story was exactly 200 words, but because I forgot to include the required word I had to trim a few to make room for it.  As should be expected, the excised bits are simply superfluous words and the like.

Soundtrack

In the great room scene, wherein Santa encounters his helpers engaging in all manner of naughty play, I suggest Brenda Lee's Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree.  The fast tempo lends itself nicely to the party atmosphere.  Later, when Santa sits in his den, how about Lee's I'm Gonna Lasso Santa Claus?  If the idea of Santa being lassoed undermines his ability to be dominant, let's go with Santa Baby, as sung by either Marilyn Monroe or Eartha Kitt if you please.