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The Christmas period could be hellish for the Store's performers. Encased in plastic, being groped left and right by hordes of shoppers, it would be enough to make any man quit. To keep their spirits festive, the Store allotted each of them a swig of sherry on weekend shifts and Christmas Eve.

As Team Leader, Gary did the rounds after lunch with a bottle and a turkey baster in hand for those whose mouth slots were too narrow to drink easily. One of Santa's Christmas elves skipped towards him eagerly.

"Have you been a good girl this year?" Gary asked, pouring out a measurement.

The doll nodded mutely.

Gary frowned. "Hey, wait, I recognize you. Didn't I do you already?"

The doll shook its head emphatically.

"Jordan, is that you? Or is that Dominic?" Gary asked, peering at the glassy eyes.

The doll shook its head indignantly. Gary sighed. "Ehh, what the hell, it's Christmas. Alright, on your knees and open wide."

The doll took her drink happily. He watched her ceramic ass wobble unsteadily away to the end of the aisle then take a 90-degree turn to the left. He listened to the tip-tap of her heels hurrying down the other side of the aisle, then she appeared back in view behind him, stepping forward with mouth agape.

"Jordan, do you really think I don't recognize you, dude?" Gary laughed. "Whatever. You're lucky you're cute. But if you want another, you're going to have to earn it."