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\u2018Twas the night before Christmas, and as was her custom, Goddess Marquesa was surveying the many gifts that she had received from adoring worshipers the world over. There were packages from places as far away as Vanuatu, and others from nearby suburbs, so many boxes that they barely fit under her tree. These she would open Christmas morning.<\/p>\n
When the parcels were arrayed with care, she turned to the stack of envelopes, dozens of them filled with Amazon gift cards. These she was in the habit of opening on Christmas Eve, and every year she seemed to set a new record. This Christmas, however, would be especially memorable.<\/p>\n
The first envelope the Goddess opened gave the name of the sender as \u201cKris Kringle.\u201d Goddess Marquesa smiled. One of her slaves was being cute. He no doubt imagined that she would be able to guess which one of her worshipers loved her intensely enough to send her a gift anonymously. Unfortunately for the sender, the slaves who felt that way were too numerous to count. But as she examined the gift she realized that something was strange. The message printed on the invoice was not the usual declaration of love and yearning. Instead, it read:<\/p>\n
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HELP! I am being held prisoner here in the Amazon warehouse in Pasadena. Please Goddess, you are my only hope.<\/p>\n
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Santa<\/p>\n
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This was serious. Goddess Marquesa had received distress calls from mystical creatures before. The Tooth Fairy had gotten into a jam in West Hollywood some years back, and the Sandman, prone to drunken sprees, periodically had to be bailed out of the downtown clink.<\/p>\n
The Goddess was in her car in a flash, and three quarters of an hour found her outside the gate of the dormant warehouse. The premises were dark, but for one light shining sinisterly in an upper window. A slave with a shady past had shown Goddess Marquesa how to turn a bobby pin into a skeleton key, so she had no trouble opening the door marked \u201cCargo Bay 1\u201d and entering.<\/p>\n
The cargo bay was pitch dark, and empty except for a large wooden sleigh harnessed to a team of reindeer. From the soft red glow of the lead reindeer\u2019s nose, Goddess Marquesa could see a stairway at the back that led up in the direction of the light she had seen from the outside. As she climbed the stairs, she heard voices coming from above.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d said what sounded like an older man. \u201cI came here because you said there would be toys for the children. Thousands, you promised. Was that a lie?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, there will be toys for the children,\u201d a younger man replied. \u201cToys their mommies and daddies pay for. Amazon is tired of your unfair competition, Santa. Prime offers free delivery, but only after a membership fee, and the fastest we can guarantee is two-day service. Meanwhile you and your magic elves are delivering toys around the world in a single night, completely free of charge. You are some kind of freak cross between Glinda the Good Witch and Karl Marx. Sickening!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are definitely going on the Naughty list for this,\u201d Santa declared.<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck your list. The only Good list I care about is the one kept by Mr. Bezos, and this will put me on it for sure. I\u2019ll be made a vice president\u2026I\u2019ll be given stock options\u2026I\u2019ll be able to retire at the age of thirty-five.\u201d<\/p>\n
As the younger man finished speaking, Goddess Marquesa reached the landing in front of the office door from behind which the voices emanated. The door was slightly ajar, and though the Goddess tread softy, her stiletto heels made an audible \u201cclick\u201d as she climbed the last step.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho\u2019s there?\u201d the young Amazon exec said, a tone of panic in his voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is the ghost of Christmas past,\u201d Goddess Marquesa replied, her voice as sexy as her words were teasing.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t come any closer,\u201d the man warned tremulously, \u201cI\u2019ve got a gun.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s true, Goddess!\u201d Santa cried. \u201cBe careful!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShhhhh\u2026.\u201d Goddess Marquesa soothed, \u201clet\u2019s all remain calm. What is your name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy name is my business,\u201d the man behind the door answered belligerently.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat can I call you, then?\u201d the Goddess asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cCall me \u2018Sir.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, Sir, I am the Goddess Marquesa,\u201d she intoned, \u201cand there is something I\u2019d like to show you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Moving slowly, the Goddess pushed the door back just far enough to allow her to slide her nylon-stocking leg through the entrance, where it could be seen by those in the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you think of my leg, Sir?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2026..it\u2019s\u2026.very beautiful,\u201d he replied, his voice quavering with arousal.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is, isn\u2019t it?\u201d the Goddess agreed. \u201cYou can\u2019t keep your eyes off of my leg, and looking at it makes you very focused on my voice. Listen\u2026.listen and relax\u2026.You can\u2019t help staring at my leg\u2026It is so sexy\u2026so enticing\u2026.It makes you feel deep longing\u2026.You can\u2019t help imagining caressing it\u2026kissing it.\u00a0 These thoughts relax you\u2026.You feel yourself becoming sleepier. Your mind is yielding to the force of my beauty and my will. Down\u2026.down\u2026..you are completely entranced now. Tell me so, Sir.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am completely entranced, Goddess Marquesa.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood,\u201d the Goddess declared with satisfaction. Opening the door, she strode into the room, a sparsely furnished corporate office, where \u201cSir\u201d stood slack-jawed in front of a small desk, pupils dilated, his gun still in his hand. Seeing that he was supremely suggestible, Goddess Marquesa continued, \u201cWhen I snap my fingers you will fall to the floor and worship me. While you worship me, anything I command you must be obeyed. Is that clear?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Goddess.\u201d<\/p>\n
The Goddess snapped her fingers next to the young man\u2019s right ear. Immediately he fell to his hands and knees, placing his gun on the ground to allow himself to bear up his torso with both hands. In this posture he began kissing Goddess Marquesa\u2019s feet lovingly, and while he was thus occupied the Goddess reached down to retrieve his pistol.<\/p>\n
\u201cListen to what I say,\u201d Goddess Marquesa declared. \u201cYour name is not \u2018Sir,\u2019 or \u2018John,\u2019 or whatever it was you made people call you before now. Your name is Jingletoes, and you are an elf. Santa is going to take you back to his workshop, where you will work for him and be paid in candy canes. Do you understand?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Goddess,\u201d Jingletoes replied between fevered kisses, \u201cI hear and obey.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood. Go to sleep now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jingletoes passed out in mid-kiss, splayed out face-down on the carpet of the office. Goddess Marquesa looked up and saw for the first time the other occupant of the room. Santa Claus was clearly recognizable with his white beard and familiar red suit. He was tied to a chair in the center of the office, facing the desk that presumably had once been Jingletoes\u2019s. Stepping over the sleeping kidnapper, Goddess Marquesa went over to Santa and untied him.
\n\u201cHo ho! Thank you Goddess!\u201d Santa bellowed. \u201cThat young man left me locked alone into the mail room just long enough to get one message into the outgoing shipments, and I had the good sense to contact you. I knew that you would save the day.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t mention it,\u201d Goddess Marquesa replied.
\n\u201cBut\u2026.\u201d Santa said, hesitating. \u201cI\u2019m afraid I can\u2019t bring him back with me to the North Pole. He\u2019s not really an elf, after all\u2026.he wouldn\u2019t be up to the work.\u00a0 No magic, you see. The Will Ferrell movie got that part right.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t leave him here,\u201d objected the Goddess. \u201cI\u2019ve enslaved him, and if he remains in town I\u2019ll never get any peace from his begging and pleading. You have to take out the garbage on this one, Santa.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, I\u2019m sorry\u2026but it just can\u2019t be done\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Goddess Marquesa smiled. \u201cYou were in the room the whole time that I entranced Jingletoes here,\u201d she observed. \u201cDid you happen to take a gander at my leg, Santa?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, please!\u201d Santa objected with a chuckle. \u201cI\u2019ve been married to Mrs. Claus for over five-hundred years! Besides, I\u2019m a magical immortal. Those kinds of mind-tricks don\u2019t work on me!\u201d<\/p>\n
Goddess Marquesa snapped her fingers next to Santa\u2019s right ear. As she watched Santa fall to his hands and knees and begin to kiss her feet, she could not help feeling a bit conflicted. \u201cI suppose this might land me on the Naughty list,\u201d she ruminated. \u201cBut then again, Naughty is practically my middle name. Ah, well,\u201d she breathed through a contented smile, \u201clisten carefully, Saint Nick\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n
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The End\u2026.Merry Christmas!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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