“How did you find out about the hampers?” Samantha asked as the four naked girls continued along the path, followed closely by their well-laden parents. “I never saw anything about that?”

“They were at the store handing out brochures.” the older girl explained.

“You didn’t see them?” her mum asked from behind, sounding quite surprised. “Felt like they were outside every supermarket and in every shopping centre everywhere you went for those few weeks over the Summer?”

“Might have been when we were away.” Josh pointed out and Samantha nodded thoughtfully.

“They were handing out flyers to anyone with daughters under the age of ten.” the woman explained and both Samantha and Amelia wondered if that might be why they had not been targetted, as they looked too old, outside the demographic the recruiters had been targetting.

“Well either way it sounds cool!” Amelia grinned. “Is it exciting not knowing who’s going to be eating you? That you’re getting sent to a random stranger’s house for their Christmas dinner?” Both younger girls giggled and agreed that it was! They caught up with the other girls before rounding the final corner where they saw a girl of maybe five years old, completely naked including her shoes, sat on a cushion on Santa’s knee, presumably to protect his velvet trousers, chatting and giggling happily with him while a dozen or so other girls, some already naked and some in the process of undressing, waited their turn.

Looking around, Samantha and Amelia recognised the girls who had been behind them in the queue earlier and whose mum’s request had been the one that showed the organisers there was sufficient demand to organise this session. There seemed to be quite a broad range of ages this time, apparently young teens were far more keen to get naked to pose with Santa than they were to just come and tell him their wishes! The red-haired elf who they had first met as a lifeguard was still operating the camera. Recognising them, she waved as they came into view.

The little girl on Santa’s knee, who had curly brown hair, was cheerfully holding out her bare foot towards the camera, wiggling her toes and giggling infectiously while a lady who was presumably her mother looked on, smiling indulgently, holding the hand of a similar looking but fully dressed little boy of three or four years old.

“Is that the girl you told us about earlier?” Samantha asked her elf friend. “The one who is going to leave her deep-fried toes out for Santa as a treat?”

“That’s the one!” the elf chuckled, turning away from the camera now that she had captured enough pictures of this particular visitor for the time being. “Oh wow! You look even more delicious than you did in your swimsuit!”

“Thanks!” Samantha grinned. “But how come you’re still dressed? You’re a spit-roasting piggy, aren’t you? Don’t you want to get a naked picture with Santa too?” She thought about what the elf outside had said. “You can be in ours if you like?” she offered with a grin. “I don’t think my Daddy would mind at all!”

“You know,” the elf looked around at all the naked and soon-to-be-naked girls, some of whom were only a couple of years younger than her, “that sounds like a really good idea! Better go see if I can get someone else to work the camera.” She turned to the mum of the girl on Santa’s lap. “I’ll be right back, okay? Get a last couple for you?” The woman smiled and assured her that it was fine and the elf went to speak to her colleagues in the photo cabin, coming back a few moments later with the brunette who had been on the front desk for their first visit. With her duties covered, the red-haired teen took off her hat and passed it to Samantha, asking her to look after it for a moment, then began to undress.


To be continued...