Of Unsent Letters & Unwritten Memoirs
By Kochan
Chapter 5: Benevolence
Author's note: Some suggestion of drugs and prostitution is mentioned, though nothing of the actual kind takes place.
The Mad rush was on!
Frantic mothers & fathers cramming last minute shopping in at Nordstrom Dallas. Decorations were splashed through the ground floor in lush green, lavish gold and lively red. The mixed aroma of popcorn & candy floss wafted through the air as Bach's 'Joy of man's desiring' echoed through the hall. All this against the constant drone from the cascading sea of shoppers, punctuated by the occasional laugh or cry from a child.
Tina was fluttering amongst the little ones like a butterfly in a nursery. They loved her chirpy smile, radiant looks and the idea of a Santa helper with a southern accent.
They'd had way more people than expected for the polaroids though. Heck, children aside, the others didn't half-look as though they'd be interested in a picture with Santa. Men as well as teens and kids were hauling in by the heap just to have their picture taken with her.
Maybe it was her outfit: Skimpy would have been an understatement. The glittering red, off-shoulder tube dress was straining to hold her full bosom in. It was cut front and back to expose her toned belly and lower back to the world. The skirt was hemmed by white fur, covering to just below her rounded bottom and any hope of salvaging modesty was dashed with the tiny, red G-string she had on beneath this. The matching thigh boots didn't help and it was only the red and white santa hat with the little pom pom that betrayed this image of seduction. Tina knew it had been designed with teasing in mind...but well, it was all for the kids right?
Her attention was drawn to the dashing face next in queue.
Oh! Armani designer suit, straight from the winter catalog. Their eyes met. Those dark sapphires stared into her soul making her feel naked, exposed, vulnerable to his lust. Her cheeks burned and Tina found herself breathless just staring.
She tore her eyes away, "Aw hell, Tina girl...he's seen you...he's seen you seen him. What are you gonna..."
"Hey there beautiful." came a deep voice, laced with testosterone. Turning, she found the hunk of man she'd been devouring with her eyes before her.
"Oh...ah, oh ma...ah just" came her stuttered reply as she struggled to force the lump in her throat down.
He grinned at her, perfect white teeth from a toothpaste commercial. "You were just?"
"Oh, ah jus..."
She just wanted to die right now in his embrace, crushed by those strong arms.
She just wanted to feel his steel hard body against hers, pinning her down onto a bed.
She just wanted to feel him deep in...
"Ah was jus about to ask if you'd like ta hav a pitcha taken wif me..." she smiled her best smile, "...um...Santa and me..."
He returned the smile ten-fold, "I have a better proposition...". He leaned in.
She held her breath, "Oh ma gawd, he's gonna..."
"I drive a Ferrari and I earn 6 figures, wanna come home with me?" he said in that same seductive whisper.
Tina blinked, the information struggling to sink home. Her smile faded. She said the only thing her mind could put to speech.
"What!?"
He looked her up and down, still with that same perfect grin, "I'm sure you heard me. My friends and I want to take you home for the night. We'll pay Two thousand dollars and you stay until dawn, doing everything we say. That's a lot more than you'd earn in this hole, don't you think?"
The 2 men next in line sniggered.
Eyes unmoving, her lips quivered in disbelief, "Ah...ah....". She wasn't sure what she was more upset at: The fact that she was doing all of this for charity and he'd just undermined all of that. Or that she perhaps looked enough of a whore for him to ask what he'd just asked.
He leaned in, "You won't be alone if thats what you're worried about. We have 3 other ladies who'll be there as well, and they're only earning a thousand for the night. And...you get all the powder you can sniff through that pretty little nose of yours..."
He reached out to touch her nose and she slapped his hand aside.
"Don't you touch me." she hissed, eyes burning. "This is for children, for families, not for you to go dumping your drugs or picking whores for your little... "
He interrupted her with a smirk, "All very self-righteous, babe, but you expect anyone to take you seriously while you show your tits and arse off like that?"
Tina glared at him, biting her bottom lip.
"Is this young man bothering you?" she turned to see Santa beside them.
She blinked, "Um I was just..."
"...about to leave with me. You stay out of this, Fatso." spat the younger man, giving Santa a hard push to the side..
Tina grit her teeth, coming tense, "Hey! Don't you ..."
"Shut your trap, slut, or I'll shut it for you!" he grapsed her arm.
Tina pulled her arm back and suppressed the urge to pound him into the ground in front of the children.
Santa didn't.
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"You didn't have to jump on him, Daddy." said Tina as she pulled on her black winter coat.
No charges had been pressed. After all, he'd pushed her daddy first. The loose jaw and cracked rib would been fair payback for the insults though.
"Nobody threatens ma li'l girl." growled Bass, removing the Santa hat. "And 'sides, the kids loved it." he chuckled, scratching at his forehead.
Tina managed a grin, hands on her hips, "Daddy! You know that's not..."
"Yeah! Yeah! Ah know." he said, waving the notion away with a similar grin. He pulled his cowboy hat down, flicking the brim with a finger.
"Daddy! you can't wear that with the suit!" Tina giggled. A Santa with a cowboy hat was just ridiculous.
Bass paused to think, then grinned as he removed the hat once more to place it on Tina's head, much to her surprise. "Okay then. You wear it for daddy and do us proud, Pumpkin."
With ease, Bass scooped her up to piggy back his shoulders, just like old times. She laughed, adjusting the hat on her head. "Aw...You're so silly, Daddy."
He grinned once more, "Merry Christmas, Pumpkin."
Tina nodded, squeezing her arms about his neck, "Merry Christmas, Daddy. I love you." She leaned her head atop his.
They hit the streets, drawing stares from all around as they returned home.
But she didn't care, Christmas was always special for Daddy and her, nothing would change that.
She hoped her friends were doing just as well...
Merry Christmas, Kasumi-Chan...Lei Fang...
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Author's Notes
That's Bass and Tina's one done. If you've read every chapter up till now in a row (see a pattern emerging?) you should know who's coming up next. (Hint: It'll be set in Hong Kong).
Just a quick thanks to all for reviewing as well.
DOA2 Kasumi: You go, odd-couple-girl! Get your schoolwork done first but heres hoping you keep going with your fics.
Kasumi: Practice makes perfect, keep that fic coming!
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Zedrick: All 4 reviews AND this idea. To answer your question - Yes. There'll be 5 more to go till completion...some in pairs. Feel free to email me if you want to discuss fics a bit more in depth. - should be on my profile.