The half hour went by quickly, and yet lasted longer than a lifetime. When Pilar returned and untied her, Alice’s legs felt like rubber, and she could barely walk. She wanted nothing more than to curl up near the fire in his cozy cabin, sip peppermint tea, and then sleep the afternoon away.
“Goodbye now,” he said, throwing open the door.
Alice pouted. “Can’t I stay?”
“No.”
“But I want to stay. Here. With you.” She’d only just met the man, yet he’d given her everything she’d longed for, everything and much she hadn’t even known existed. “Please?”
“Don’t be silly, Alice. You have things to do, and so do I. Now, go.”
Alice didn’t have things to do, at least not in this strange place, but the way he’d said it, so forceful and sure, she didn’t want to contradict. And she did want to go home. Very, very badly.
“Might I at least have something to wear?” she asked.
“Nonsense. A woman as beautiful as you, it would be a tragedy to cover you up. But the woods out there can be rough on bare skin. Just a moment.”
Alice waited, and thirty seconds later, Pilar appeared again, holding a cardboard box.
“You look to be a size seven,” he said.
A seven would be a bit tight on her, especially since her breasts still felt a bit swollen, but Alice would be thankful for any dress he gave her.
But when Pilar opened the box, it didn’t contain a dress. Or a skirt. Or pants.
It was a pair of black leather boots, with pointed heels and silver buckles at the thighs.
“Here you are,” he beamed.
Alice had never worn any such footwear. They looked to be made for strippers. Or prostitutes. But the trail was indeed rough on her bare feet, so she sat in the doorway and with great effort tugged them on.
“Magnificent,” Pilar said. “They make your legs and bottom look incredible.”
“Thank you. I-”
But he had already slammed the door.
So Alice forced her incredible-looking (but still rubbery) legs to carry her through the mushroom field, and peered up to see the sun glistening on their dew-kissed caps. She’d been in Pilar’s cottage for what seemed like an eternity, and although her balance was wobbly and the spot between her thighs deliciously sore, she didn’t feel the least bit tired.
She felt brilliant.
Alice walked in the direction Pilar had pointed, and soon she cleared the forest of mushrooms and came upon a ranch-style house with pink shutters. For a minute she stood looking at the house, wondering if whoever lived there could direct her to the path home, when suddenly a man wearing a police uniform with big lettering on his shirt stepped out of the forest and walked to the front stoop. There he set down the boom box he was carrying and simply stood, staring at the door.
“Aren’t you going to knock?” Alice said. She wasn’t sure what had made her feel so bold. Normally she wouldn’t talk to a strange man like this, even a police officer, and it wasn’t until he turned and looked at her that she remembered that except for the boots, she was still completely nude.
Alice drew one arm across her breasts, and covered the shaved spot with her hand.
He would probably give her a ticket.
Instead he looked at her, staring with an intensity that made Alice want to shrink away. It wasn’t a mean or hateful stare, or a crazy one.
No, this stare was… hungry.
“My, aren’t you a pretty thing,” he said, the tip of his tongue poking out his mouth and running across his perfect white teeth. “What is your name?”
“I’m Alice.”
“I’m Dick. Are you here for the party, Alice?” Dick’s eyes seemed to devour her.
“What party?”
“This is Wonderland. There’s always a party. The Queen is playing croquet, but that’s invitation only. The Hatter and the Hare are doing their tea thing, as usual. And I am here for the Duchess.”
“What kind of party is the Duchess having?” Dick’s stare was making Alice feel weird, and she wished desperately for something to cover herself up.
“This is a rainbow party.”
Alice frowned. “I don’t know what a rainbow party is.”
“It is a lot of fun. Do you like having fun, Alice?”
“Yes. But I really do need to get back home.”
“Well, I do hope you’ll stay. You’ve got the prettiest lips. And your legs and bottom look fabulous in those boots.”
“Thank you,” Alice said, blushing.
“But your tits…”
Alice began to slouch, the blush getting worse.
“They are magnificent. I would love to have mammary intercourse with you.”
“I don’t know what that is, either.”
“Perhaps, if you join us in the party, I can show you.”
He chuckled a little and smiled. It was a handsome smile, and Alice felt the throb between her legs return. She couldn’t help but wonder if Pilar’s treatment hadn’t done the trick, if she still had a bit of the potion still in her. Why else would she be so wanton?
“So why don’t you knock on the door?” she asked, covering up again.
“Because it is open already.” Dick turned the knob and they went inside.
The door led right into a large kitchen, which was full of smoke from one end to the other. Somone Alice assumed was the Duchess sat on a three-legged stool in the middle. A beautiful, buxom woman, she wore a dress with a plunging neckline, and every time she moved, she flashed a glimpse of nipple. Behind her, a large cauldron simmered on the fire, appearing to be full of soup. The rest of the kitchen was dark, cloaked in shadows, and in the corner, Alice saw something that looked like a white snake poking through the darkness.
As she stared, she realized there was a man standing behind the snake. The man had a round face with an enormous smile that seemed to cover half of it. He held a tablet computer in one hand, its screen glowing, and he grasped the snake in the other. Only the snake wasn’t a snake at all.
“Please would you tell me,” said Alice, a little timidly, for she was not quite sure whether it was good manners for her to speak first, “why that man is tugging on his privates?”
“His name is Cheshire,” said the Duchess. “And he likes to look at naked breasts, that’s why.” And as if to demonstrate, she twisted in her chair and her dress fell open to expose a huge bosom.
“Thank you, Duchess!” Cheshire called, his hand a blur.
The Duchess smiled, then she took a deep breath and bellowed, “Pig!”
At first Alice thought the woman was yelling at her, or at Cheshire, and then she realized she was looking at the policeman. Flustered at how rude the Duchess was and feeling uncomfortable about how fast the man in the corner was now tugging, Alice backed away and let Dick step past her. He hit a button on his boom box, and music started playing. Before Alice knew what was going on, the cop began gyrating to the beat and taking off his uniform.
The cheap shirt and plastic badge went first, revealing sculpted muscle. With one move, his pants were off as well, leaving him in the smallest pair of underwear Alice had ever seen.
“Are you a stripper?” Alice asked.
“Didn’t the shirt give it away?” Dick said.
Alice glanced at the shirt and noticed, for the first time, it had printing on it that read STRIPPER in large letters.
“My badge says, You have the right to remain naked.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
“Duchess calls me pig because that is crude slang for police officers, which is how I dress as part of my act.”
“Doesn’t that offend you?”
“No. It turns me on. Aren’t you turned on by crude and vulgar words?”
“Well, I… I don’t know.”
“When I said your tits were magnificent, did that arouse you?”
Alice didn’t know how to answer. She was embarrassed by the question, and uncomfortable being gawked at by the man in the corner, pleasuring himself. “I… I…”
“You seem flustered.”
“I am flustered,” Alice said.
“Don’t you like strippers?”
Dick pressed his muscular body against Alice, bumping into her heaving breasts, his bulge brushing the tip of her femininity.
Alice kept staring, and she felt shame in doing so, even though she couldn’t turn away. Even worse, she wanted to put her hands on Dick’s chest, to run them over his six-pack abs, and most of all, take off his underwear and see what that bulge looked like underneath.
Terrible, obscene, shameless thoughts that made Alice’s mouth go dry.
“I need to go,” she said.
“Please stay,” Dick said. “I strip for the Duchess, and she gives me a rainbow. It would be wonderful if you helped her.”
Alice watched the clutch of his buttocks as he danced and the bounce of the package in front, not knowing what to do. She should leave, right away, but whenever she tried to get around Dick, he stepped in front of her, gyrating and grinding. Every time he bumped her, it caused another tingle in Alice, and she was becoming increasingly, uncomfortably aroused.
“Come here, naked girl.” The Duchess said in a sharp tone. “I’ll show you what a rainbow party is.”
Alice did as she was told, grateful to get away from the stripper.
“Isn’t he delicious?” the Duchess asked. “Look at the size of his bulge.”
Dick’s bulge was, indeed, formidable. The Duchess motioned him to come closer. When he did, she pulled the scrap of fabric down until Dick sprang free. He wasn’t quite as long as Pilar, but almost as thick as Alice’s wrist, and as she looked at him, his manhood flexed upward, as if reaching for her.
“Mmm,” The Duchess said. “Isn’t he just lovely?”
Alice had forgotten how to talk.
“Let’s make a beautiful rainbow, shall we Alice?” The Duchess reached into her clutch, pulling out a handful of small cylinders. She spread them onto the floor, chose one, and pulled off the cap and twisted, revealing a length of deep, red lipstick. Puckering up, the Duchess gave her lips a thick coat, then beckoned Dick closer.
Grabbing him roughly, the Duchess opened her mouth and slid his member deep into her cheeks. Dick stopped dancing, and instead stood incredibly still, a deep moan emanating from his chest. Her lips stretched wide to accommodate him, and the Duchess slowly, incredibly, was able to take all of him in, right down to the root.
“Thank you, Duchess,” Dick said. Alice tore her eyes away from the spectacle and looked at Dick’s face. His eyes were closed, his mouth open, and he panted in obvious ecstasy.
Slowly, the Duchess pulled her head away. When he popped free, there was a red lipstick ring encircling his member near the base.
“Your turn,” the Duchess said. “Pick a color.”
Alice was astonished. As arousing as it was to see Dick react to the Duchess’s actions, Alice had never done anything like that before. She’d taken Pilar in her mouth, true. But she’d been half-insane with lust at the time, unable to control herself. And even then, Alice hadn’t known what she was doing. Pilar seemed to enjoy it, but Alice’s technique was amateurish. The Duchess knew exactly what she was doing. She seemed to be in complete control.
“But… I don’t know how,” Alice protested.
“Nonsense. You just put on lipstick and take him in your mouth.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“I’m sure Dick won’t mind if you practice on him. Dick?”
“I wouldn’t mind at all, Alice,” Dick said. “Practice all you like.”
The Duchess picked up a tube of lipstick, extending it. The color was deep blue. She cupped Alice’s chin in one hand and smeared a thick coat across her lips.
“There. Now make the second band of color in the rainbow.”
Dick was right in front of her face, bobbing there, still glistening from the Duchess’s attention.
“I can’t,” Alice said, leaning away.
“See how much he wants you?” the Duchess said.
“Please, Alice,” Dick said. “Please take me in your luscious mouth.”
Alice thought about getting up, running for the door. But that damnable throbbing in her nether regions had gotten worse, and Dick looked so earnest and needy. Maybe she could try it, just once.
She parted her lips, slightly, and moved them to the tip of Dick’s extension. As on Pilar, the head was soft but firm, and as Alice wrapped her lips around it, Dick cried out.
She immediately jerked her head away in alarm. “I’m so sorry! What did I do wrong?”
The Duchess laughed. “Nothing, dear. The poor boy was simply overwhelmed with pleasure.”
“But all I did was put it in my mouth.”
“Trust me, Alice. There is no man in the world who wouldn’t want a woman to take him in her mouth. It is the ultimate in control. They’ll do anything for it. Watch.” She turned to the stripper. “Dick, get down on your knees and put your head under my dress and I’ll put you in my mouth again.”
Dick immediately obeyed. Alice watched, fascinated, as the Duchess began to ride Dick’s mouth like it was a carousel horse. She was rough, smearing her juices all over poor Dick’s face, and it took less than a minute for her to shudder and cry out in release. Then she told Dick to stand, and took Dick’s full length into her throat in a sudden, violent movement.
Dick cried out, “Thank you, Duchess!”
The Duchess bobbed her head twice, and then withdrew.
“Now put your mouth around him and see how far you can take him in, Alice.”
Watching the scene had made Alice’s throbbing become oh so terribly worse. She wished she had the courage to order Dick to lick her, as he had the Duchess, but that was far too embarrassing to even think about. But she did manage to open her mouth, wider this time, and slowly suck Dick in between her cheeks.
“Yes,” Dick said. “Oh, yes. That’s so good.”
“Now bob your head, Alice,” the Duchess said, entangling her fingers in Alice’s hair and guiding her back and forth.
Alice began to get the hang of it, but went in too deep and began to gag. She spat Dick out.
“I’m so sorry, Dick.”
But Dick’s eyes had rolled up into his head, and his hips were bucking uncontrollably. He didn’t seem to mind at all that she’d gagged.
“New color,” the Duchess said. “How about a pretty orange?”
She did up her lips and swallowed Dick, also using her hand to stroke the base of his shaft. After a few pumps, it was Alice’s turn again. Alice selected a bright pink shade of lipstick, even though pink technically wasn’t a color in a rainbow. She imitated the Duchess’s actions, using her hand as well, and Dick began to whimper and shake.
“What a lovely rainbow,” the Duchess said, admiring the multicolored smears of lipstick on his manhood. “Don’t you think so, Dick?”
“Uhng… ungh… ungh…” Dick said.
“They’re so stupid and pliable when you get them to this state,” the Duchess said to Alice. “Right now, if you asked him to, he’d lick your boots.”
“But why?”
“Because men are pigs,” the Duchess said. Then she stood up. “This has been lovely, but I must attend the Queen’s croquet game. She sent an invitation to me, and she gets cross when guests are late. Please finish off Dick for me, Alice.”
“Excuse me?”
“Make him climax. He’s been a dear boy, and deserves his reward. “
“But, I don’t know how.”
“It’s easy, really. Just remember the song.” The Duchess started singing along with the music.
I speak severely to my boy,
I beat him when he sneezes;
For he can thoroughly enjoy
The pepper when he pleases!
“That doesn’t make any sense,” Alice said, wrinkling her brow.
“And why should it?” the Duchess said. “It was written a hundred-and-fifty years ago. But I will say the soup has a lot of pepper in it, and next to the soup is an ice bin. I know that Dick enjoys both. Use your imagination, Alice. You have the power here. Look how badly he wants you. He’ll do anything you ask if you give him the attention he desires. Now I must be off.”
And with that, the Duchess left.
Alice swallowed, her throat gone dry. She thought of Pilar, of all he’d shown her. But as much as she’d already learned about herself, he’d been in control. Alice hadn’t had to do things on her own. And like she had told the Duchess, she didn’t know how.
“Don’t be afraid. You’re doing an excellent job.”
Alice turned in the direction of the voice, met Cheshire’s grinning face, and all she could think about was running out of this strange house and getting back to safe, sweet Lewis, who never put her on the spot, never leered, never tried anything new, and never asked anything of her beyond laying on her back and opening her thighs.
“I like to watch,” said Cheshire, stroking furiously. “I watch movies. Live shows. Some people around Wonderland let me peep in windows. And let me tell you something, Alice. You are very sexy to watch.”
Alice wasn’t sure if it was proper to thank a man who was staring at her, wanking, so instead she just politely curtsied.
“Dick likes the soup,” Cheshire said. “The peppers in it are most titillating. Isn’t that right, Dick?”
“Uhng,” Dick said. The poor man didn’t appear to know where he was.
Alice couldn’t leave him in such a terrible state, so she decided to at least try. She lifted the spoon from the cup, and fingers trembling, she brought it to her lips. It smelled heavenly, like roasted chicken and potatoes, like sweet curry and succulent vegetables too varied to name. She took a sip.
Heat spread through her body, like a spicy wildfire. She let the spoon drop into the cup, then the cup crashed to the floor.
“It’s so hot.” Peppers overwhelmed her senses and made her body feel as if it was burning.
Dick locked eyes with her, his pleading for release.
“Come to me,” she said.
He instantly responded, standing directly in front of her. She looked down at his member, hard and strong and ready. Alice shouldn’t want this. Pilar was one thing. He’d overwhelmed her. No one could blame her for that. But here she could do whatever she wanted. Walk out the door and find the white rabbit vibrator. See if it could show her the way home.
Only…
Only…
Only she wanted to know what he’d taste like when he climaxed. She wanted to feel him against her tongue.
Alice lowered herself to her knees.
“Okay… I guess you can put it against my lips,” she told him.
Her mouth still burned with pepper. When he brushed against her, Alice wrapped her lips around him and slid him over her tongue until he was halfway down her throat.
With a grunt, he surged deeper in her mouth, and she could imagine the sting of the pepper in her mouth on his tender skin. She pulled back slowly, as the Duchess had done, and as she reached the tip, she teased him with her tongue.
He grunted again.
Like a pig.
Figuring that was a good thing, Alice took hold of him at his root with one hand and flicked and circled and licked. Each stroke of her tongue brought a grunt and a flex, as if he was her puppet she could make perform to her whim.
“You have magnificent tits.”
She’d almost forgotten that Chester (or whatever his name was) was there. And for a second, the flush of embarrassment washed over her again, but then Dick gave a mighty grunt and a little whimper, and she brought her focus back to him.
“More soup,” Dick begged. “Please.”
Alice had heard Lewis beg her before, but not like this. Dick’s pleas aroused Alice, almost to the point where she was ready to climax herself. Unlike Lewis, whom she pleased out of love and obligation, Alice wanted to please Dick because…
Because…
Well, because it was fun.
Mammary intercourse, wasn’t that what he’d mentioned? Maybe she could do that. It wasn’t hard to figure out. But first…
Alice lifted a full cup of soup, and added a cube of ice from the bucket so it wasn’t so hot. Then she splashed it onto her chest, the liquid dribbling down between her breasts.
She poured a little more of the soup on her body. It coated her skin, stung her nipples, making them tingle and burn. Alice cupped her hands on either side of her mounds, pushing them together, her nipples jutting, then she slid his manhood in between.
He grunted again, this time sounding like it came from the bottom of his being.
Alice moved up his shaft, the tip of him vanishing into her cleavage. Then she glided down, watching him grow, push forward, his head purple, burning, wanting. And when he had fully emerged, she licked him.
He cried out, and she could feel his thighs tremble.
Like she had trembled at Pilar’s hand.
Tease him, that was what Pilar had taught her.
Alice circled Dick, taking her time, flicking and tormenting with her tongue, then plunging him back down between her breasts.
Between her tits. Alice embraced the vulgar word, owning it, letting it empower her.
In fact, Alice had never felt so empowered. Perhaps there was something to this.
She moved one way, she could make Dick grunt. She flicked with her tongue, light like a butterfly landing, and she could bring on a whimper. She brought him deep down into her throat, and he cried out.
The feeling was amazing.
Every few minutes, and the grinning man in the shadows would make similar, approving sounds. Where his watching had once creeped her out, Alice now found it strangely compelling, and she thought that must make her extra naughty. She imagined what he saw. Her licking and fondling and rubbing her body over Dick, but also, when she lifted from her boots to run her body up the stripper’s length, Cheshire would moan, and on some level, she realized he must be looking at her, at her bottom, between her legs, at her shaved area. And instead of moving so he couldn’t see, or running away, which is what she probably should have done if she’d been a good girl, she spread her thighs to give him a better view.
It was delightfully wicked.
She brought Dick into her mouth again, deep this time, until she could feel hair tickle her nose.
“Please grab them,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Please grab my balls.”
He started rocking against her, thrusting his length into her mouth, and they began to swing like pendulums.
She brought her hand up under him, cradling them, feeling their weight. She rolled them lightly between her fingers, seeing how it made him quiver. Dick moved faster, harder, grunting and groaning. Alice thought of Pilar, of the pleasure of being teased, of the luscious pain.
She pulled away, letting him slide from her lips.
“Oh, please don’t stop. I beg you.”
Alice smiled. “So beg.”
His eyes widened, and she could imagine that was just how she had looked. “Please take me in your mouth again. You are so hot. I’m so turned on right now.”
“How do I make you feel?” Alice asked.
“So good. I’m so close. Please, please let me come.”
“I’m hot,” Alice said.
His gaze skimmed down her naked body, glistening with soup. “Yes, you are so very hot.”
“Yes, you are,” echoed the grinning man.
“I meant, my mouth and skin are hot from the pepper.”
Alice reached for the ice bucket and took several pieces into her mouth. Then she took Dick’s shaft as well.
The ice was delicious and cold and wet. She cupped a chip in her tongue, then ran her tongue up the underside of his manhood.
He groaned. He grunted. He cried out.
She brought her mouth lower, under his stiff length. Cupping and licking with iced tongue, she made him whimper and beg, his hips thrusting as if he no longer had control, as if he was all hers.
So this is what Pilar meant, she thought. This is why he enjoyed himself as much as I.
“Please,” begged Dick.
Alice smiled up at him, then stepped away. She remembered what the Duchess said.
It was ridiculous and wrong and she shouldn’t do it. “Lick my boots,” Alice told him anyway.
He immediately dropped to his knees and began lapping at the black leather like it was the most delectable thing he’d ever tasted. She took more soup, poured it down her belly, letting its greasy warmth tickle between her thighs.
“Now you taste the soup.”
He grunted, then ran his tongue over her boot tops, up to the hinge of her thighs.
“Can I put my tongue inside you?” Dick asked. “Please?”
His pleading was sweet, his begging irresistible. And it did sound like a keen idea.
“What do you think, Cheshire?”
“Wait just a moment. I’m out of tissue.” There were sounds of frantic movement from the shadows, and then the tear of a box being ripped open. “Okay, go ahead.”
“Sit,” she ordered Dick.
Dick sat.
“Lie down on your back,” she said, and to her delight (and still a bit of surprise) he did.
She walked slowly around him, letting the heels of her boots click on the stone floor. A flush of heat stole over her skin, a little embarrassment at the two sets of eyes on her, yet not only that.
Strength.
Power.
Alice had something they wanted, and she could give it if she pleased.
She placed a boot on either side of Dick’s head, leaving him to stare up at her most private spot, the spot that was now bare to the world.
She focused on him, on his cock, letting that word roll over her mind, tasting it with her thoughts, just as she’d tasted him.
Then she squatted over his face. “Lick me.”
The first lick of his peppered tongue made heat wash through her, stinging, searing. She’d thought Pilar had been enough for her, forever, that she wouldn’t want-couldn’t want-anything more.
She was wrong. “Keep going.”
He did. With pepper and with ice, he moved his tongue over her, slowly like Pilar, then fast and frantic, like Lewis, only this lasted much longer.
The pressure built in her, as before. More and more. Faster and faster. She thrust herself against his mouth, her breasts bouncing, and all the while she could see the glazed look on the smiling man’s face, watching her, wanting her.
Dick uttered, “Please,” through the vee of her thighs, the word sending pleasure and pain and need crashing through her.
Leaving her legs straddling him, she moved down his body, flicked and teased with her tongue, and then took his entire length deep into her throat, just as the Duchess had when she branded him with the bright red lipstick.
“Oh, Alice, you are the best!”
“Seconded!” Cheshire yelled, grunting along with them.
Then Alice climaxed as Dick flexed and moaned and another taste filled her mouth, salt joining the pepper.
Alice managed to swallow all of it, more out of courtesy than anything else, and realized she didn’t mind at all. In fact, it was something she’d be happy to try again.
The experience seemed to completely exhaust Dick, who dropped to his knees with a dazed expression on his face. He managed to sort-of look at Alice, though his ability to focus seemed compromised.
“Best. Ever,” he said.
Alice wanted to tell him how sweet that was to say, and how good it had been for her as well, but Dick was already curling up on the floor with his eyes closed.
What was it with men and wanting to sleep afterward? Alice felt energized. Alive, vibrant, ready to take on the whole world.
“Agreed,” said Cheshire from the shadows. “That was tremendous, Alice. Thank you for a wonderful show.”
Alice peered into the dark corner. “I don’t understand, sir. You were touching yourself.”
“Yes,” Cheshire said. “That’s what I do.”
“So how could any one time be better than any other time if it is always you doing the touching?”
Cheshire chuckled. “I never thought of it that way. Consider this, dear Alice. Sex is only partly about friction and bodily fluids. The majority of it takes place in the mind. The body responds to what the mind desires. When we see something arousing, or read something arousing, our bodies respond because we can imagine ourselves in that situation. Watching you turned me on, because I saw what you did to Dick, and wanted to be him. I fantasized it was me, and my climax was very nice as a result.”
“Wouldn’t it be better to experience the real thing?” Alice asked.
“Fantasy is real, Alice. The outcome would be the same whether it was by my own hand, or your lovely mouth. Or any of your other lovely parts.”
Alice touched one of those parts, which moments ago had been pressed against Dick’s face. While that had been delightful, Alice wouldn’t have minded if Dick had entered her as well. Alice was satisfied, but had discovered her body’s capacity to accept more pleasure than she’d ever thought possible.
“So, Cheshire,” Alice said delicately, “if I were to come over to you, perhaps we could-”
“A lovely offer, Alice. But I’m no longer a young man, and my refractory period is perhaps longer than you would feel obliged to wait. However, if you do come here, I would be pleased to bestow a gift upon you.”
Alice brightened. A gift may not be as nice as being vigorously penetrated, but it was a good consolation prize.
“I do hope it is some clothing,” Alice said. “I so need something more to wear than these boots.”
“Indeed it is, Alice. Though I must say, those boots make your legs and bottom look extraordinary.”
Alice hurriedly walked over to the corner of the room, her heels clicking rhythmically.
“Mind your step,” Cheshire warned. “I have been here a while, and the floor is slippery.”
She traversed a minefield of spent tissues and slick stains, and then reached Cheshire, who was naked, flaccid, and standing next to the largest bottle of hand cream Alice had ever seen. It had to contain several liters.
Cheshire caught her staring and said, “I buy in bulk. When one masturbates as much as I, chaffing can become life-threatening.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? No need. See?”
Cheshire offered his hand. Alice took it lightly.
“My!” she exclaimed. “You have the softest hands I’ve ever known!”
“And look at my grip,” Cheshire said. He dug his hand into a nearby box of walnuts and cracked them using only his fingers. “Care for one?”
Alice was actually a bit hungry, so she picked out the nut meat from the shells and ate them.
They tasted like hand cream.
“Anyway, here is the gift I promised you,” Cheshire said, holding up what appeared to be a black pair of panties.
“Underwear!” Alice squealed, snatching the gift. But when she examined them more closely, they were unlike any underwear she had ever seen.
“It’s a garter belt,” Cheshire said.
“What is it for?”
“For holding up stockings, of course. They are terribly sexy, and a personal favorite of mine.”
“But I’m not wearing any stockings,” Alice said.
“I just gave you a garter belt, and now you demand stockings from me as well?”
Alice shook her head, flustered. “No, I-”
“Kidding,” Cheshire said, grinning his wide grin. “I also have some of those for you.” He squatted down next to Alice’s boots. “May I?”
Alice nodded, figuring it was impolite to say no, and Cheshire removed her left boot. He then took her foot in his hands, kissed it, and for some reason, sniffed it deeply.
“Have you ever had your toes licked?”
“No! Why would anyone want to do that?”
“Certainly you would never form an opinion about something without trying it first?”
Alice thought it over. “I suppose I wouldn’t.” At least, not anymore.
“You should consider it at some point. You have lovely feet.”
Cheshire reached behind him and produced a black stocking. He helped Alice into it, and then its twin, and showed her how to hold them up with the clips on the garter belt.
“These are very odd stockings,” Alice said. “They aren’t warm at all.”
“Fishnet stockings aren’t meant to be warm. Fishnet stockings are meant to make the wearer feel sexy, and to arouse all that see her.”
Alice remained dubious. She put her boots back on and studied the look, unsure if she liked it or not.
Cheshire apparently did. He was reaching for the hand cream pump and tugging on himself again, his eyes glued to Alice’s legs.
Alice thought it rude for him to waste his arousal on himself, when she was feeling so empty and in need of being filled. But he had just given her a present, so she didn’t say anything.
“Well, thank you, Cheshire.”
Cheshire nodded, his hand tugging himself even faster. It made Alice feel very self-conscious, and the shame of being watched was returning. He seemed to be a nice enough fellow, but being on display like this was off-putting.
“I, um, have a question, Cheshire. I really do want to get back home, but I don’t know how.”
“Why? Aren’t you enjoying Wonderland?”
“I am, yes, but…”
“Have you tried clicking your ruby slippers together three times?”
“What?”
“Sorry, wrong book. Would you mind bending over for me?”
Alice hunched down. “I’m not really comfortable with that.”
“You were earlier. You were putting on quite a show.”
“Well, I don’t know what came over me. Normally I’m quite shy and reserved. This is really the first time I’ve ever been naked in front of anybody.”
“Not even in front of your boyfriend?”
Alice frowned. “I never have time to get naked in front of him. He’s… quick.”
“Sounds like a turtle I know.”
“A quick turtle? That’s ridiculous.”
“Would you squeeze your nipples for me while slowly rolling your tongue across your lips?”
The question made Alice very embarrassed. She slouched even further, putting a hand over her breasts.
“Try the Hatter and the Hare,” Cheshire said. “They might be able to help you get home.”
“Where might I find them?”
“Take the trail in the woods. But both are quite mad.”
“Who are they mad at?”
“Mad as in crazy, Alice. Wonderland is filled with crazies and cuckoos and nutjobs. It is quite your good fortune to run into someone as sane and lucid as I am. Now, before you go, could you bend over for me and spread your cheeks apart while singing the theme from Happy Days?”
Alice nodded a hasty goodbye, then hurried to the front door and left the Duchess’s cabin, fleeing back into the woods, embarrassed and inappropriately aroused and hoping this Hatter and Hare could help her leave this strange, uncomfortable place.