A Christmas Cummie

Or a Leslita Xmas Carol

by Androgyne

Okay there are so many films etc inspired by Dickens "A Christmas Carol" I thought why shouldn't I produce my own version for the readers and authors on Leslita. I had fun writing it and I hope you'll have fun reading it.And to all a VERY MERRY XMAS!

Elleneeza Scooze, high powered business magnate, leans back in her orthopaedic swivel chair and glares through her stylish designer specs at her secretary Bobbi Rachit.

"I don't care if tomorrow is Christmas Day! Tomorrow my dear I'm here working and I expect you to be here too!"

Bobbi, blond and stacked, laces her fingers together and tries one more time.

"But Ma'am I have been planning a family Christmas for months and I wanted to watch the girls unwrap their presents under the tree!"

The severe woman glowers at her underling.

"There's a recession on Bobbi and if you want to join the growing list of the unemployed then stay home tomorrow but don't think of ever coming back here!"

The curvy blond quits the office, almost in tears, to ring her partner Emily. To tell her that Mummy two won't be there in the morning with the kids to share the festive fun!

In her office Ellen, as she is known to her enemies, she has no friends, crosses to the drinks cabinet and fetches a brandy snifter and a bottle of fine cognac. Returning to her desk she sits down again, kicks off her high heels, and rests her long and sensational legs on its mahogany top while soliloquizing.

"What's wrong with these people? I pay them don't I? Christmas Day is just another working day isn't it?"

She pours a generous measure of the expensive and powerful brandy and takes a hearty swallow of it. The chair is comfortable, her office is warm and cosy, the cognac is as smooth as silk and addictive, whilst outside the darkness thickens and her eyes droop as she nods off!

When she awakes, with a start, the office is deeply shadowed and lit only by her desk lamp. Her head aches, her mouth tastes like a pro wrestler's jock strap [ not that she's ever tasted a jock strap ] and her eyes feel gritty. Rubbing her eyes she suddenly stiffens when she finds there's woman sitting on the other side of her desk. Grey haired and thin she is scribbling furiously at one form from a pile of forms while smoking like the proverbial chimney. Scooze glances at the cognac bottle and then clears her throat.

"Jacoba Morley what are you doing here? You're dead!"

The woman lights another fag from the butt of the one she's smoked to a stub and drops the stump into a cheap tin ashtray. Which is already piled high with other tobacco corpses.

"Yeah I sure am Ellen! You always said lung cancer would get me and you were right as usual. So here I am dead and serving my sentence in purgatory. The only consolation is that I'm allowed to smoke every Christmas. Another ten years filling out tax forms and I get to move on and start again."

Despite her headache Scooze pours herself another large shot of cognac!

"Well that's nice but what are you doing here talking to me?"

Dropping her cheap ballpoint but hanging onto her cigarette the spectre zeroes in on Scooze.

"Look honey I fiddled our taxes and got twenty years post mortem paying for it; but you got real problems. You were always a hard bargainer but the last few years you just roll over everybody and flatten them. You don't care for anybody or anything except making more and more money and you're turning into a cash machine. I gotta tell you if you don't change you won't be getting twenty years when you peg out you'll be serving life in a place you won't like. And when you're dead life is forever!"

"Stuff and nonsense woman I'm just the same as I've always been!"

The haggard woman puffs another fag alight and shakes her head sadly at her former business partner.

"Well I didn't think you'd listen to me so I'm afraid you're gonna get the special treatment. Bye honey and I hope next time we meet you've straightened out your act!"

As her ex business partner fades and vanishes Scooze's calm disappears and her hand trembles noticeably. And so she chugalugs down the balloon glass full of cognac and things go black again! When she awakes once more in the shadowy office there's no sign of Jacoba but she has a new visitor! Seated across from her is a pretty blond girl of perhaps eleven in a blue party dress with many petticoats. On her neat feet are white knee socks and patent leather tee strap shoes.

Taking in her slender thighs and calves and the small breasts beneath the dress Scooze has a bad thought.

"Jeeze I could just toss her onto my desk and fuck the little hottie senseless!"

The tasty little blond, swinging one leg, smiles smugly at the svelte brunette.

"Sorry lady you don't get to fuck me! Not tonight at least anyway! We've got places to go and someone to see!"

Despite her not having said it out loud the girl seems to know just what she was thinking; which irks Scooze somewhat.

"Who the fuck are you and how did you get past my security guys?"

Standing and striking a pose the girl points to her perky left breast.

"I am your spirit of Christmas Past Elleneezer Scooze come to take you back to where you took your first step on the wrong path!"

"Ah Jesus kid not the old Christmas Carol routine?"

The girl stamps her foot in annoyance.

"Look sister you may be ridiculously rich but no-one's come up with a better plot than Charlie Dickens did and I'll bet you can't either! Now shut up and let's get going!"

She snaps her fingers, all goes dark again, and next thing they are standing on a flat roof looking in through a bedroom window. The roof is thick with snow which is falling fast but Scooze doesn't feel cold and her stocking feet remain dry.

Looking into the brightly lit room there can be seen a large bed occupied by two naked tweens. The lean brunette lies back on a mound of pillows and her smooth thighs are spread wide. Between them kneels a plump girl of around the same age who is eating her pussy with great enthusiasm and no little skill.

The dark girl bucks, screams, and spurts pussy cream from her hairless crease as she cradles her lover's head and shudders with delight!

"Remember that?"

Scooze shrugs her shoulders!

"Sure I do! That was the first time I got my pussy licked and my first cummie!"

"And who was the girl with you?"

"Oh er what's her name? Thingy! Er it'll come to me in a minute!"

The pretty tween stamps her foot in the snow.

"Elleneezer you're not fooling me and certainly not fooling yourself. WHAT WAS HER NAME?"

"Oh alright she's Molly Brunswick!"

"She was your best friend and the first girl you ever had sex with. And what happened to her and why isn't she still your friend?"

"Don't remember!"

"ELLENEEZER!"

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you! One day Molly was out behind the bike sheds doing it with Gloria French and a bunch of the senior girls caught 'em at it. They were shouting "lesbo sluts", "fucking dykes", and "butch bitches" at them and they got a load of other girls to join in and yell at them too!"

"And what did you do?"

"Alright I joined in with the yelling too!"

"So you turned on your best friend and ditched her to the mob! Why?"

"Well if I hadn't I wouldn't have got to be class president and then the school's head girl!"

"So what happened between you and her?"

"The next time she saw me she was crying and all she said was 'WHY' but what could I say?"

"So what did you say?"

"I didn't say a thing I just shrugged and walked away!"

"So you gave up your best friend for a bit of advancement at school?"

"Yeah I guess you think I was a bit of a bitch don't you?"

"It's not what I think about you it's what you think and feel about yourself. Chew it over while I hand you over to my co-worker!"

Blondie holds out a hand, steps back, and fades away into the darkness. Scooze finds herself standing on a snowy and familiar road under the yellow glow of a streetlamp. A curvy young babe is waiting for her chewing gum and blowing and popping bubbles. Clad in a denim micro skirt and a skin tight boob tube, thigh highs, and stilettos, she looks a total and available slut! Again Scooze's thoughts seem to be an open book.

"Sorry baby but you don't get to fuck me! At least not just now! Ya know who I am doncha?"

Scooze scratches her head as she drools a little and lusts over what looks like a super screw.

"Well if we're following the plot I guess you're my spirit of Christmas Present honey!"

"Got it in one baby! Now follow me and keep your eyes and ears open!"

Up the side of the building the young hottie leads Scooze till they reach the foot of a heavily iced and frosty fire escape.

"Follow me baby we got six flights to climb!"

Up the slippery steel they go and to no surprise Scooze finds her feet remain warm on the frozen steel. However things are uncertain underfoot when thin nylon stockings skid on ice.

"Take it easy lil' Ms Present or I'll break a leg or my neck before we get halfway there!"

"Oh fer gawdsakes if you can't feel the cold then you ain't gonna slip and fall. That ain't in the script!"

When they reach the platform at the sixth floor they stand looking, once more, through a double glazed pane and into a warmly lighted room. On the bed, propped up on a mound of pillows, is a stunning brunette tween. Slender yet rounded her elegant legs and small but perfect breasts are scarcely concealed by her thong and skimpy top. On the bed close at hand lies a brand new and obviously expensive cell phone which chimes out a short piece of a classical music ringtone. The girl scoops up the phone and accepts her call.

From her expression she is glad of the contact from someone!

"Hey Suzie! Yeah and a Merry Christmas to you too! No I'm on my own again sweetie. She went out around 6 a.m. and I don't guess she'll be home tonight. Probably stay at the office and talk all night to Tokyo and Peking! Nah sweetie I've had enough. If she wants sex she walks into my room naked to order me to eat her and once she cums she's away and nothing for me. It used to be different and she was a great lover but now it's all money, money, money! I'm packing my bags tonight and going home to Mum. Thanks for calling sweetie, love ya, see ya around!"

The tweenage slut turns, hands on hips, to glare at the open mouthed Scooze.

"Well you know who and what she is but tell me anyway!"

"She's Julia Morley! Jacoba Morley's grand-daughter and she's my little friend, my petit ami, my main squeeze, or whatever you wanna call her!"

"Well I'd call her your little fuck bunny but that's just my way of putting it. The point being she's leaving you and she's off back home to Mummy because all you want her for is a fast fuck and then you're off back to making more money. She's got needs too you know! You two used to be smokin' hot in bed together and now you use her like a dildo and toss her aside when you cum. If you haven't lost her just yet then you're 1 second to midnight when Cinderella goes home!"

"Ah bugger it! I bought her that phone and I've bought her a great Christmas present so what more does she want?"

"She wants YOU misery guts! Money's great if you use it the right way but people can be happy with a lot less than you've got. But you just want more and more till you choke on cash! Bugger it! Past and Present haven't convinced you yet so off you go to Christmas yet to come and good luck cos' you ain't gonna like this one little bit!"

For the third time the lights go out and when Scooze can see again she's standing on cracked concrete in the yellow glow of a sodium lamp. Around her are a series of tatty looking light industrial premises with heavy steel roller doors locked down. Glancing around she is not surprised to see a third small figure awaiting her.

This one wears a dark and hooded robe so her face is obscured but when her robe swirls Scooze clearly can see smooth thighs and calves in fishnet stockings; and better still the harness of a long and thick strap-on. Through her horny mind gallops the words "Jesus I'd love her to fuck me with that" but again she's put down and this time by a hollow voice.

"No Elleneezer Scooze I will not be fucking you! At least not just now! Do you recognise where you are?"

"Yeah this is the Kensington industrial estate! I bought it for a song and though it doesn't make me all that much it is all clear profit and you can't have too much of a good thing! What happens now?"

The hollow voices booms out a single word.

"Watch!"

A huge limousine cruises in from the main road and pulls up right opposite Scooze and the now silent spectral tween. Inside the enormous and luxurious rear section of the stretch vehicle sits a woman.

"Fuck that's me and I'm old, ugly, and horrible! What's happened to me?"

"You've become revolting because of what you are inside. If not for your greed and hatefulness you'd have remained a fine looking woman all your long life."

"But what am I doing here at this dump in a stretch limo on Christmas Eve?"

"Like I said watch and you'll find out!"

Scooze watches her other self press a button that rolls down a window and calls across to a figure lurking in a doorway. When it steps forward, into the light, it appears to be an obvious hooker. With her hair dyed an impossible blond, a skirt that is little wider than a belt, and seamed stockings paired with towering stilettos, she looks rough but ready for anything! Scooze the elder calls across to her.

"Do you do it with ladies my woman?"

"Honey for the right money I'll do it with a gorilla!"

But then she peers at the Scooze in the car.

"But not with you bitch! I know you! All us street girls know you and nobody's gonna touch you with a bargepole you skinny miserly old hag! Go home and fuck yourself cos' I sure won't!"

There's a soft cough from the driver's compartment as the whore struts away.

"Ma'am that's the tenth tonight that said no! It's Christmas Eve and even the street ladies are thin on the ground. Why don't I just drive you home?"

Scooze hears herself sigh deeply as she closes the car's window and slumps back on the seat.

"You're right Chrissie! Not even a raddled slut like her will touch me so take me home!"

As the limo pulls away into the night the younger Scooze turns to the robed figure before her to bawl at it.

"Look at me! I'm not old and ugly yet and I still want sex! Come on and fuck me with that strap-on!"

The dark shape shakes its hood sadly and in silence but Scooze isn't ready to give up. Grabbing the thick rubber cock she tries to force it under her short skirt and she's not going to let go in a hurry. Right then and yet again the lights go out!

When Scooze comes out of her daze she's seated behind her desk, in her swivel chair, and trying her best to shove the neck of the cognac bottle through her real silk panties and into her snatch! Gasping and taking a shuddering deep breath she glances at her digital clock. It is exactly midnight and she's a repentant woman. Shaking her head she speaks to her empty office.

"It's never too late to change!"

Slapping a red button on the console on her desk she begins to scribble frantically on several sheets of paper. In a very short time three women, who could be sisters, are assembled before her desk. All three wear charcoal grey skirt suits and white blouses and tote cell phones and note books. Scooze is now all crisp efficiency.

"Millie here's a name and a few details about a woman who'll be my age now. Find her! I don't care if you have to hack government data bases just so you find her! Sarah and Jane split these between you and ring around and get the stores opened up for me. I don't care what it costs get it done. Oh and when you're done you're off duty till the New Year and when we come back you all get improved contracts!"

Seconds after the three women quit her office Scooze hurtles outside startling her two beefy security guards. Tossing them a wad of bank notes she yells back over her shoulder.

"Split that between you and go home to your families!"

Around the corner, in an alcove, is the sparsely furnished waiting area of Scooze's faithful chauffeuse Christine. A small table and a canteen chair is all it contains, and seated there, Chrissie is dealing herself a game of solitaire and sipping vending machine coffee. She's startled as her boss dashes up and almost spills her battery acid coffee!

"Chrissie you stayed loyal to me even when I was old and ugly and everybody hated me!"

"Er are you okay boss?"

"Never mind Chrissie! What are you doing for Xmas?"

"Well nothing much really. After I drop you off tonight I'm going home and having a corned beef and onion sandwich, a couple of beers, and watching some T.V."

"Please no Chrissie I've got BIG plans so get down to the basement garage and rev up the stretch limo. We've got lots to do tonight and you're on triple pay as long as you're with me over Xmas!"

Scooze is barely back behind her desk when the impeccable Millie returns to hand her a slip of paper bearing a phone number.

"That was easy Ma'am! She's still at the same address after all these years but I hacked the local tax office computer just to cross reference and ensure it is the same Molly Brunswick!"

Scooze takes the piece of paper like it's a death sentence but manages a smile for the unflappable Millie.

"Thank you Millie will you please tell Sarah and Jane that the three of you can go home once all those arrangements are made. You're all on triple pay until you come back the day after New Year's Day and then we'll sit down together and talk about the changes that are going to be made in this company. Now you go home and have a Merry Xmas!"

Millie exits the office in a daze as her boss grasps the handset of her phone with her knuckles showing white. Raising it to her ear she taps in the number and waits as the dialling tone purrs away. In her mind Scooze is torn between hoping there'll be no reply and the need to set an old wrong right at last. On the other end of the line just a few words are spoken!

"Hello Molly speaking!"

Sucking in a deep breath and screwing up her courage a repentant multi millionairess speaks.

"Please, please, please do not hang up when I tell you who this is just give me a chance to speak!"

"Well go ahead then I'm listening!"

"This is Elleneezer Scooze Milly!"

"And what do you want?"

"I just want to say how sorry I am Molly!"

For what seems like ages there is silence and then...!

"Ellen that's all I ever wanted you to say!"

For the first time in so many years tears are trickling down the cheeks of the business world's toughest lady.

"Molly how are you spending Xmas?"

"Well as you can likely hear I'm watching a carol concert and tomorrow I'll go to church and then come home for my Xmas dinner. Why do you ask?"

"Because I've a lot of things to put right in my life and yours after all these years so please listen to me...!"

Xmas Day morning dawn's dark and huge flakes of snow drift down from a leaden grey sky as Bobbi Ratchet checks her layers of clothing. Over her standard bra and panties she wears thick leggings, a woollen shirt, and a thick sweater. On top of these she has donned a heavy parka and a shapeless woolly hat covers her head. Her feet are protected by thick socks and fur lined boots and she tugs on thermal gloves as she opens her front door. This Eskimo outfit is because earlier she found her old car has expired and on Xmas day there is no public transport so she must hoof it the miles to her boss's city centre offices on foot in half a blizzard.

When she swings wide the front door her jaw drops at the sight before her!

In a sable coat and hat coupled with knee boots stands her boss. On one side of her is the stunning young Julia Morley and on the other a plump and pretty lady with a nice smile. Behind this trio waits the chauffeuse Chrissie standing guard over a huge mound of gift wrapped parcels and a pile of hampers. Behind the uniformed driver stand three giggling tweens. One in a blue party dress, one in a micro skirt and boob tube, and a third in a long hooded robe though the hood is thrown back revealing the face of a severe young blond.

"MERRY XMAS BOBBI!"

Bobbi almost faints on her own doorstep!

"Bobbi you know Julia and this is my old friend Molly. You and Chrissie are old friends. And the kids? Well we found them walking along the High Street eating burgers and with a can of Coke each and I thought "what kind of a Xmas dinner is that" so I invited them here with me. You always say you've room for one more here so can we bring in the presents and the drinks and food?"

Soon things are being toted inside, presents piled by the tree, and food and wine ferried through to the kitchen.

"Chrissie get that 60 inch plasma screen T.V. out of the limo and set up. Bobbi we've got about every Xmas movie ever made here to watch on DVD!"

Once things are all inside and the door shut against the snow and bitter cold Scooze has a special duty to perform.

"Bobbi there's presents here for you and Emily, Julia, Molly, Chrissie, and the three Xmas girls. Presents for Martha, Belinda, Petra, and Mathilda as well; all your kids get them but I've a special present still to come. Where's little Timberly?"

Despite this new seeming boss Bobbi's still a bit nervous of letting her youngest and frailest child meet Scooze but nay the less she calls her girl to come see auntie Scooze! Timberly is tiny and slender. Her silver gilt hair hangs in a shimmering curtain to the small of her back but she walks leaning on an aluminium cane. Timberly was born with a withered and incomplete leg.

Timberly advances towards Scooze a little warily [ she's heard her two mums talk about her ] but without any sign of flinching.

"Now Timberly I've something here to make life a lot easier with that leg of yours!"

Bobbi winces!

"Please she's quite sensitive about her handicap Ellen!"

We now get a flash of the old and tough Scooze but not the bad and bitter Scooze!

"Nonsense Bobbi pretending there isn't a problem doesn't solve a problem! God knows I should know because I ignored warnings for far too long and only just dodged an awful fate. Come here child and see what I have for you."

Scooze opens a large aluminium case to reveal what seems to be a human leg!

"Bobbi I got Amalgamated Bionics to open up and this is the Liberator 3000! The most advanced prototype artificial limb ever developed and it's for Timberly."

Faced with a gift for her child that costs millions Bobbi is touched to her heart but has to speak before her daughter is doomed to disappointment.

"Ellen that's amazingly generous but limbs like that have to be measured and tailored to fit. You can't just strap it on her and expect her to walk!"

Scooze grins hugely as she plays her trump card.

"Maybe with National Health stuff you'd be right but just watch this!"

Snapping open a little hatch in the limb's heel she clicks a switch.

"Ten year battery life Bobbi!"

Then she eases Timberly's leg into the opening in the oh so realistic leg. As she does it flows up and around Timberly's real flesh and settles into place.

"Memory plastic Bobbi it fits itself to anyone!

Then turning back to the awestruck little girl.

"Wriggle your toes sweetie wriggle your toes!"

As the toes on her real foot flex and wriggle so too do the ones on her bionic foot. Timberly's eyes grow huge and round!

"Oh look Mummy I got a new foot with toes and I can wriggle them! I gotta show the girls!"

Rising she heads off to corral her sisters, she's a little unsteady, but she's walking without her cane!

Later on, with delicious aromas emanating from the kitchen, as the two mums bustle around, Scooze sits on the sofa flanked by Julia and her newly rediscovered friend Molly. On the huge T.V. screen Jimmy Stewart proves it really is a "Wonderful Life" as he sprints through the snow yelling "Merry Xmas" to people in the festive street. She says it softly so likely only Julia and Molly should be able to hear though the three Xmas girls [ playing cut-throat five card draw poker with Chrissie ] all smile secretively at her words that they detect. What words? This is what Scooze says!

"It really can be a wonderful life so a Very Merry Xmas to all!"