TRIXIE THE HOLIDAY ELF.

Hi all some of you have read a previous version of this story well here is a longer version. Which is going to actually be a weekly post  hope you enjoy it 

Smooches 

Mo

11/10/15

Hi, my name is Trixie the Elf, or as the other Elves call me, Mrs. Klaus. 

I bet you're wondering why I sound so out of breath. Well, I just got finished having my chimney stuffed by Santa's fat candy cane. 

How, you ask?

Well, picture this: North Pole 2014 Santa's workshop. Me and the other Elves are gearing up for that oh-so-festive time of the year. When the resident slut-Elf Marsh-There's-Never-Been-An-Elf-I-Ain't-Fuck comes in sashaying his happy ass like it is no body's business. But, oh wait, I see he ain't an happy Elf and I wonder why?

"Oh, Marsh? What's wrong?" I asked.

"The rat bastard promised me I would be the new Mrs. Klaus!" he said after everything I did to get rid of the original bitch.

"Oh why aren't you going to be the new head-home-maker-in-charge?" I inquired

"Because, he said I'm good enough to suck his menthol meat flavored candy cane, and my boy pussy is not tight anymore" he whined.

"OOH" I said, but thinking *menthol meat flavored candy cane* Ugh!

"I mean, I even slept with that fucking red nosed reindeer, who smelled like a cross between Jack Daniels and a sewage treatment plant."

"Ooh, not good, and what else?"

"He said he needs a young woman to give him children" he started sobbing. 

"Poor dear," as I patted his little head. (*Get your mind out the gutters you pervs*).

**Trixie, please report to Santa's office** , came over the loud speaker 

"Ohhh" *sniff, sniff* "I hope our chat didn't get you in trouble?" whined Marsha.

"It's okay, I'll be fine" I said.

'Dammit! What does the old man want now?'

As I walked to the " stairway to promotion " or as I like to call it " the stairway to a self serving fat lazy bastid" 

*Knock, knock* I tapped on his door

"ENTER!" the voice bellowed.

I'm thinking to myself: 'I better plaster on my winning customer service smile' while I open the door.

To say I was shocked as I walked towards his desk, cause it was not the 'lazy fat bastid' but his handsome, sexy, fine-as-Italian-wine-son.

"Oh, Nicholas, I mean, Claus, Jr., I t-t-t-thought I was meeting with your father... " I stammered.

"Hello, Trixie, you are still gorgeous after all these years?" says Nicholas.

"You say that to all the elves over 100." I replied.

"Please, have a seat. I have a few things I want to talk to you about." stated Nicholas.

"Okay, Nick, I mean Mr. Claus" I corrected myself.

"Trixie," he sighs "it's just you and me, and I have always been Nick, or Nicholas." he said.

"Well, that's was a life-time ago, and we both have changed." I said.

He walked around the desk sat in the chair next me and grabbed my hand.

"Trixie, nothing has changed. I still love you." Nicholas said.

I slowly turned to face him. In a  calm voice, I said, "What do you mean, you still love me. If you loved me as much as you're saying, you would not have left me at the altar!"

"Not with that" said Mr. Claus, Jr. "What do you want to discuss? Because it's time for me to go home." I said.

Okay, Trixie, if this is how you want it? Fine. My father is handing over the North Pole to me, and I need a bride. I am coming to you with hat and heart-in-hand asking you to marry me." Nicholas said.

"Excuse me! Where's your father going? I thought he was looking for a wife?" I asked.

"What? My father? A wife? Oh please! My dad's gay. He's as gay as Jack Frost on Elves' Ho Alley." Nicholas stated. 

"OH! WOW, OKAY! SOOO, what does that have to do with you asking me to marry you?" I questioned.

"Because ... have you seen that flossed-up Twinkle Elf, Marsh running around here? I'm sending him with my father to get him out my hair."

"Besides, the only Elf for me, is you. Oh, and if you don't marry me your 're out of a job." He stated.

To say I was not just shocked and pissed by the proposal, but that little tidbit he threw in... 

I closed my mouth and counted to ten, then gave him my answer:

"NICHOLS BALSAM KLAUS THE 14TH! YOU SPOILED, SELF RIGHTEOUS, BLACK-HEARTED JACKASS!! IF YOU THINK FOR ONE MINUTE I WOULD ACCEPT A MARRIAGE PROPOSAL FROM YOU? YOU'RE BETTER OFF GETTING MARSH TO SUCK YOUR CANDY CANE! I WOULD RATHER WORK THE CORNER WITH JACK FROST IN ELVES' HO ALLEY THAN TO EVERY TRUST MY HEART TO YOU AGAIN!"

"On that note, I can't say it's been a pleasure! Good Bye! Nicholas Klaus!"

I power-walked to the door as fast as my little feet could carry me. Behind me I hear Nicholas calling my name, 'cause I know my Nic would never do what he just asked of me . Now I know my Nic is dead.

"Trixie! Trixie!" I turned to see who is calling my name. *sighs* "It's Marsha, I mean Marsh."

"Hey, Marsh! You're all smiles - good news I gather?"

"Oh yes! Big Nic is retiring, and he is taking me with him" he said.

"Oh, that's great! I'm happy for you. See, you were worried." I told him.

"How'd your meeting go with little Nic?": asked Marsh.

"My meeting with Mr. Klaus, Jr. went ... " I said trying to keep my anger under control.

"Look, Trixie, I know things here haven't been easy for you, being a transgender Elf, maybe things will change for you." Said Marsh.

"Look kiddo, you're still young and wet behind the ears. Junior and I have history and I'm not going backwards. I need to maybe find a new job or take a vacation." I said.

"What do you mean 'a new job or vacation'" asked Marsh. You're the only one who can keep the departments running."

I finally made it back to my office. I was not going to breakdown in public. I slid down to the floor letting the tears fall. Thinking how could someone I use to love become so cold-hearted. 

I look at the little chubby face in the photo on my desk *sighs* 'Oh my little one I never thought I would lay eyes on your father again, but I do know I cannot stay here and work because sooner or later he will find out about you.'

I packed my things and left my resignation letter hoping I could get out before Marsh spilled the beans. I hear the 'Rent Me-Love Me' ring tone I knew it was the North Pole Number One Rent Boy Jack Frost. I answered: "Hello, Jack. If your calling me, that means your legs are no longer in the air" I laughed.

"Oh please, you trick, at least I'm getting dicked. You haven't had none since Nicholas" replied Jack.

"For the love of Hades, don't mention that pompous arrogant dick-wad" I sighed. "He's back in town." 

"I know Trix, that's why I called. I also heard you quit?" stated Jack 

"For the love of Holly and drunk Elves - How'd you know?" I just typed up, 'Never mind.' I said.

"Marsh called and told me" Jack said. 

"Does your ex knows about little Nick?" asked Jack.

"No, and he won't that's why I am quitting." 

"Hey, is that job offer still available?" I asked.

"Trix, you are not becoming a rent boy!!" Jack shouted thru the phone.

"No! lube-for-brains" I said, "the one to manage your business and your stable of rent boy Elves."

"Oh yes, for you? Of course, 'cause I got some new Elves who need a stick hand." Jack said. 

"Okay, look, I'm leaving now - walking to my car, but I need to stop by my folks and check on the baby. I see you soon."

TBC