And All Through The House

Security drags Larry (Derrick Pierce), decked out in a rumpled Santa suit, down the dim mall corridor. Sweat beads on his brow as he stammers about holiday deals, probing the guards' Christmas lists, but they stonewall him like ghosts in the fog. No warmth cracks Mr. Willis's stony mug as he waves Larry to the stiff chair opposite his desk. Larry's eyes snag on the framed shot of the boss's fresh-faced daughter, Carrie Ann (Emily Willis), all innocent curves just hitting eighteen. He forces a grin, murmuring how's the little lady faring? Turned legal a blink ago, eh? Willis snaps back, yeah she's eighteen, but what the hell's that got to do with your sleazy ass? He twists the photo away, killing the chit-chat dead. Willis leans in hard, voice like gravel: you're here for the dirt piling up—whispers about you creeping on the teen girls, eyes hungry, hands too close. Larry squirms, pulse hammering, as Willis drags slow on a striped candy cane, tongue swirling the sticky shaft with deliberate menace. Bullshit those brats peddle, Larry blurts, they're liars, teasing Santa for kicks! I've nailed this gig—the kiddos adore me, eyes sparkling when I coax their naughty wishes. But Willis ain't buying, his glare slicing through the excuses like a switchblade.