Santa Claus Is Coming To Town

"Well, sometimes, I need to have some alone time."

"Seriously, Stu, c'mon, really, what's with all the women? Who are they? They are all very good looking," said Bob turning to watch them all scurry away. "There's not a bad one in the bunch and one they I'd throw out of bed for eating crackers. And they all have terrific bodies, great tits and wonderful asses. I mean, seriously, Stu, I'd share my elves with you, if I had elves. Listen, we've been friends for fifteen years, doesn't that count for anything?"

"No, sorry, Bob, friendship cannot get in the way when it comes to my elves. My feelings that I have for my elves takes precedence over our friendship. Sorry. The elves are mine, all mine, mine, mine," snapped Stu giving his friend a possessively jealous look.

"Gees, when you said mine, mine, mine like that, you sounded like Hitler in a bad Mel Brooks movie," said Bob looking at his friend, as if expecting him to laugh to break the tension and apologizing when he didn't.

"You think this is funny, Bob? This is my life. This is how I live."

"Sorry Stu, I didn't mean anything by that. It's just that, all this time, I thought you lived alone, no wife, no kids, and no pets. I had no idea you had elves, actually, women dressed like elves," said Bob laughing. "You have your own private, little holiday harem," said Bob looking back at the girls before heading downstairs. "Bye girls," he said giving them a wave and a smile, before following Stuart downstairs.

"Bye, Bob," they all responded in unison, again.

"Right this way," he said to Bob holding open the cellar door, before closing it and locking it behind him.

They walked down the flight of stairs to the lower level of the house.

"Wow," said Bob, as soon as he walked downstairs. "It's nice down here and it's soundproof. I can't hear the music anymore." Bob walked around the cellar looking at everything. "This place is amazing."

"Yeah, I could fire a gun off down here and you wouldn't hear it upstairs or outside."

"Why not invite the elves down here, we could party and--"

"The elves aren't allowed down here."

"Why not?" Bob looked at Stu incredulously.

"This is my space, my private place, where I come to relax."

"I have the same house as you with the same footprint, but what you've done down here is unbelievable. I could live down here. Your basement looks so much bigger and homier than upstairs in my house. I love it. My house has that lived in, bachelor look, if you know what I mean," said Bob.

"Have a seat," said Stu. Bob sat on the couch in front of the big screen TV. "Wanna beer?"

"Sure," said Bob. "This is a nice setup down here, Stu, a real man's cave with the pool table, big screen TV, high end stereo, pinball machine, and bar. I need to fix up my cellar like this. I'd never leave my house. Right now my basement is loaded with junk and spiders."

"Yeah, well, I never had a wife and kids taking up my time, space, and money, just the elves. This is how real men should live," said Stu with a laugh.

"You got that right. I'd love to live with twelve beautiful, albeit hypnotized, women." Bob looked at Stu with curiosity. "Tell me more about the elves. You live how I imagined Dean Martin lived with the Gold Diggers. Do you remember those dancing girls he had on his variety show? Boy, they were hot, but not as hot as your elves. One is prettier than the next and one has a better body than the next."

"Dean Martin? Who's that?"

"You don't know who Dean Martin was? Martin and Lewis?"

"Nah, I never watched the Dean Martin Show. I wasn't allowed to watch television. My Mom said it was a bad influence. Then, when my Dad left, he took the television set with him and my Mom never replaced it."

"Not allowed to watch television? Are you're kidding me? That's all I did as a kid was watch TV. Gene Autry, The Cisco Kid, Lone Ranger, Superman, the I Love Lucy Show, Rawhide, Bonanza, Gunsmoke, Have Gun Will Travel, Mission Impossible, I Spy, Candid Camera, and all those cartoons, you missed a lot of good shows and movies, too. Boy oh boy, life was so much simpler, then. Only, I can't imagine growing up without television, just as I can't imagine what it must be like to live with twelve Christmas elves."

"Yeah, well, my Mom was kind of controlling. She was a single Mom at a time when there weren't a lot of single Moms, that is, unless your husband didn't come home from fighting a war. My Dad left, when I was just a kid and she never remarried, never even dated. She hated men, I think. I think she hated me because I had a penis."

"Wow. Sorry, Stu. It sounds like you had a tough childhood."

"What I remember of it was pretty bland. Pretty much I sat in my room and read, which is how I learned to hypnotize people. I was brainwashed into believing my Mom had my best interest at heart, but she didn't. I didn't know any better. It was all about her. Still, she was my Mom, after all, but she was so very controlling. She controlled me with that damn song, Santa Claus Is Coming To Town. She loved Bing Crosby and played his White Christmas every day, all year long."

"Damn, I thought having to listen to Jose Feliciano's Feliz Navidad a thousand times during the Christmas season was bad. I can't imagine having to listen to Bing Crosby singing White Christmas every day, all year long. That's a torture worse than water boarding. You know, come to think of it, we should play Tiny Tim's Tip Toe Through the Tulips to terrorists. Gees, try and say that fast three times. I can't imagine the torture it would be for terrorists to have to listen to Tiny Tim's Tip Toe Through the Tulips. Wow! Knowing that would be their fate, if caught, they'd never blow up anything ever again."

"My Mom loved Christmas. She discovered from reading her fan magazine that Bing Crosby was a strict disciplinarian. She also discovered, when his kids sued their father and testified against him in open court, that he controlled them with a song, Santa Claus Is Coming To Town. Since I didn't have a Dad, she decided to follow in his footsteps, as a way of disciplining me with total hypnotic control. I was home schooled and when my Mom went to work in the morning, she was a secretary for a lawyer, she hypnotized me, so that I'd stay in my room, until she got home from work."

"You're kidding. She hypnotized you to stay in your room all day? I hope your room had a bathroom. Seriously, no shit, that sucks having to live your childhood like that," he said looking at his friend, as if seeing him for the first time. "I always thought that hypnotism was malarkey. I didn't know it was for real. So, is that how you got into hypnosis?"

"Yeah, I read everything there was to read about it from the Encyclopedia we had in the house. A time before the Internet and Google, I'd take all the books in my room and read. My Mom thought I was studious, but I was curious. I was looking for a way to defeat her hypnotism with hypnotism of my own, and I did finally."

"So, you hypnotized your Mom?"

"I did."

"Wow! Really? You're going to have to teach me how to hypnotize women, so that I can get some elves of my own. So, tell me, how did your Mom hypnotize you?"

"Well, she'd take a shiny, gold, Christmas ornament and recite the lyrics of Santa Claus Is Coming To Town. After a while, all she had to say really was...He knows if you've been bad or good. The deeper she wanted to put me under, then more of the lyrics she'd recite.

"No kidding. Wow!" Bob looked up the stairs with foreboding trepidation. "So tell me more about the women, I mean, the elves."

"What's your preoccupation with my elves, Bob?"

"Are you kidding me? They're gorgeous. They're sexy. They're hot and I'm horny."

"Keep it in your pants, Bob, because you can't have sex with any of them. I told you. They are all mine."

"Tell me this, then. Are they really all hypnotized?"

"Yep," said Stuart with pride to his voice.

"Who are they?"

"Oh, they are all just hookers I befriended over the years. I did them a favor, really, by taking them off the street and giving them a place to live. If it wasn't for me taking them in, they'd all be dead by now from doing drugs or getting AIDs."

"Hookers? Seriously? Over the years? No kidding. They don't look like any hookers that I've ever seen. They all look so good and wholesome. Gees, Stu, you do get around. I never would have guessed they were hookers and I never would have figured you'd be into prostitutes. Those tiny elf outfits remind me of something that the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders would wear." "Yeah, well, you'd be surprised what regular bathing, loving care, some good food, and a roof over their heads will do for them. Some of them have been living with me for more than a dozen years. Truly, it's the only life they know and they'd never leave me, if they could."

"So, you're holding them here against their wills? Is that it?"

"Duh, Bob, they're hypnotized. Hello?"

"Wow, you lucky bastard. I can't believe you hypnotized twelve hot women."

"Yeah, well, they weren't so hot, when I hypnotized them. It took a lot of loving care, time, and money to get them in shape."

"Won't they be missed? Won't someone come looking for them? Surely they all have families, kids, boyfriends, husbands, sisters, brothers, mothers, and fathers."

"Nah, I took care to only snatch the runaways. Chances are they'd never be missed. After a while, family and friends figure they're dead. No one would ever suspect that I'd turn them into elves," said Stuart with a crazy hyena like laugh.

"So, uhm, I was just wondering, Stu, do you think that maybe, I could, you know, party with them? I have some money on me that I--"

"Money? How dare you? No! Out of the question. This is my house, my home, and they are my elves. I told you that they were mine, all mine," said Stuart glaring at his friend. "How dare you come into my home and offend me by wanting to have sex with my, as in all mine, elves?"

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry, Stu. I had no idea you were so attached to them."

"Well, yeah, I guess I have grown fond of all of them. Actually, I love each and every one of them," he said leaning into the Bob and whispering. "I have sex with a different one every night, sometimes two in a night, when I'm feeling particularly amorous."

"Wow! Holy shit. Sex every night. I can't imagine. You lucky dog. So, tell me," said Bob with his hands on his knees and looking wide eyed at Stu. "What's it like to have sex with a different elf, I mean, woman every night? What's it like to have sex with a black woman and an Asian woman? How are they different from Caucasian women?"

"Chill Bob," said Stuart with a laugh. "Well, I think, just from my limited experience with Naomi, but black women are more sexual. They'll get you off, but you'd better get them off first or you'll have Hell to pay. You've never been fucked, until you've been fucked by a horny, black woman."

"Wow," said Bob. "Tell me about the Asian woman. That Stephanie is so very pretty."

"Yeah, Stephanie is gorgeous. Asian women are just the opposite of black women. They want to please their man and will do anything they can to satisfy them. Caucasian women, well, they don't seem to enjoy sex in the way that women of color do."

"Wow! You really are a lucky bastard, Stu, but I don't understand. How do you get them to stay with you?"

"Oh, that's easy. I told you. I hypnotized them in the same way my Mom hypnotized me, which is why that music plays all day long, every day."

"Gees, Stu, your Mom was a real piece of work, huh? She really fucked you up, big time."

"Don't you ever talk about my mother so disrespectfully," said Stuart standing. "I love my mother."

"Sorry, Stu. I didn't realize you were still so sensitive about your Mom. She's been dead for years, but you talk about her, as if she's still here."

Stu turned on the light at the far end of the basement.

"Dead? She is still here with me. That's my Mom over there."

"Your Mom? Where? Seriously?" Bob looked back at Stu, before looking again at the other side of the cellar and squinting. "I don't see her, Stu? Where? Where is she?" Ready to bolt, Bob stood.

Stu walked over to a figure standing in the corner and pulled off the sheet.

"Say hi to Bob, Mom."

"Gees, Stu, is she dead? What the Hell is that?" Bob backpedaled from the couch and stood by the cellar stairs.

"No, of course she's not dead. She lives forever. She's stuffed. I had her stuffed, Bob. Now, she'll always be here with me," said Stuart grabbing a handful of his Mom's stuffed breast. "Just as, when it's time for my elves to go, I'll have them stuffed, too," he laughed his disconcerting hyena laugh again.

"Eww," said Bob. "Hey, listen, Stu, look at the time," said Bob looking at his watch, "I have to go. I just remembered, I have something, whatever, a lot of stuff, so many things to do. Yeah, I'm really busy today and I'm late to do all that I need to do. Would you mind? Can you unlock the cellar door and let me the Hell out of here?"

"Don't you want me to teach you how to hypnotize women, so that you can have a slew of elves for your very own?"

"Huh? Oh, another time, Stu. Seriously, I really do have to go, if you'd just be so kind to unlock the cellar door."

"But you haven't even touched your beer, Bob."

"That's okay. I'll take it to go," said Bob running back over to the table to pick up his beer and moving closer to the stairs again.

"You better watch out, you better not cry, better not pout, I'm telling you why," said Stu waving a shiny, gold, Christmas ornament in front of Bob's eyes. "Santa Claus is coming to town."

As soon as Bob was hypnotized, he led him upstairs to stay with the rest of his elves.

"Bob is back, elves."

"Hi, Bob," said the elves, as if meeting him for the first time.

"Bob lives next door but he's going to live here with us now. His wife died last year and he has no children. He has no family and is totally alone in the world. He'll be my new chauffeur.

"Welcome home, Bob," the girls all said in unison.

"Thank you, girls," said Bob.

"I'm horny, elves. Who's turn is it to give me hot sex?" Stuart looked from one elf to the next.

"Me! Me! Me!" They all jumped up and down waving their hands.

"I know. I have a great idea. Since it's almost Christmas, let's give Bob a real holiday treat. All you elves get naked and get ready to give me hot sex, while Bob watches."

"That's a great idea, Master," they all said, as if programmed to say that at the same time.

Stu took all the elves in the bedroom, Donna, Christine, Priscilla, Cynthia, Joanne, Naomi, Rosemary, June, Connie, Andrea, Stephanie, and Veronica. As soon as he got on the bed with them, he stripped them, while they stripped him. Once everyone was naked, except for Bob, with elves on each side of him, on him, and under him, Stuart made out with his twelve Christmas elves and fondled their breasts, while they fondled his cock.

Stuart kissed Donna, while Christine gave her master a hand job. Then he kissed Christine, while Cynthia sucked his cock. He fucked Joanne, while eating Naomi's pussy, who positioned herself above Joanne and in reach of Stuart's mouth. He climbed off Joanne to eat Rosemary, while June sucked and stroked his cock. Then, as if flies on food, Andrea, Stephanie, and Veronica were all over Stuart's naked body, licking him everywhere. Andrea kissed him, while Stephanie sucked his cock, and Veronica ate out his asshole. It was a holiday celebration to remember.

Full of Christmas spirit, it was the best Christmas that Stuart ever had. Still full of Christmas spirit, Bob sat in the corner watching all the action, while singing, All I Want For Christmas Are Twelve Elves.