Chapter 13

Alice didn't go back for many days. She focused on the house, now that she had to be more involved. There was still frost between her and Tom, but, as they shared little moments with the kids, or helped each other with little chores, she was able to say a few words to him or listed to what he had to say without feeling hatred for the man. She also noticed that he was not drinking as much.

There wasn't a single reason to return to the brothel, other than an urge she couldn't explain. There was a side of her she couldn't show to anyone else in her immediate circle, a side that belonged to the outer suburbs. There, a part of her came alive, when it came into contact with her peers.

'You're back,' Phil said. 'And on time.'

The place was still empty. The girls were in the kitchen eating, curling their hair, shaving their legs, chatting.

There was silence when she arrived. Alice recognised Athena and Crystal.

'Do you mind if I sit with you?' she asked.

'You'd better hurry,' Phil said.

Alice looked at him inquiringly.

'You have your first customer,' he added.

'Now? But we're all here – '

Some girls sniggered.

'Yes, now.'

Alice gave Athena a look, but she busied herself with her make-up. Alice didn't want to make a big deal of it: she didn't want the girls to think she was precious or she felt too good to do the work. After all, she already had a special deal and came in whenever the fancy took her.

Alice went to her room. She chose a black bra, lace nickers and dark stockings with garters. The dark fabric contrasted against her skin and made her look even paler and blonder. She looked at herself in the mirror and applied a bright-red lipstick and drew sharp, well-defined lines with the eyeliner. Every one of her features was accentuated.

There was a light knock on the door.

'You?' Alice said.

Phil smiled.

'I will pay. No special treatment.'

He was wearing his usual uniform: a black suit, a black shirt, and a black tie. The suit was not very expensive, but some unknown hand had cut and shorted and sown up again, so that everything fitted him perfectly.

He was tall and muscular. His nose was flattened, and once again, Alice thought he might have been a boxer in the past, but he had kind, penetrating eyes.

The man sat on the bed and patted the mattress, inviting Alice to sit next to him. She obeyed. He took off a large ring and showed it to her: she looked at it. It was a thick, golden ring, with a big diamond in the middle.

'The girls gave it to me many years ago. It's my most prized possession.' Then, following a logic Alice couldn't yet fully grasped, added, 'I know what you're doing here.'

'Do you?'

'Grace. The princess,' he mused. 'I don't know who you want to leave behind or who you're hoping to find, but just remember that there are only two types of people in the World: those you can trust, and those you can't. No in between.'

He looked at the ring again, rolling it around his fingers. She noticed that his hands were larger than those of an average man. He was silent for a moment, lost in thought. Alice knew what he would say next.

'You can always trust me.'

That's why the girls had given him this expensive present.

'Now,' he said, snapping out of the reverie. 'We have some time, you and I. As I said, I'll pay my fare, and make sure all extras are compensated. In fact, I'm all about the extras.'

Alice looked at him with apprehension: tall, muscular, strong... Everything about him was slightly enlarged, oversized.

He put the ring on a shelf.

'You can ask me to stop at any time. If you want me to slow down, you can say that. If your mouth is full, you can tap me with your hand, and I'll know. But, as I said, you can always trust me: hopefully, we won't come to that, and we can both enjoy ourselves.'

He stood in front of her, still. He looked at her and smiled. It was a kind smile, like that of a good, old friend.

'You looked very nice.'

'Thank you.'

She undid his tie and took off his jacket. Then, she started to unbutton his shirt. He let her do it: he wasn't in a hurry.

His dark chest was large, his muscles well defined. If it wasn't for the broken nose, that made him look a little scary, Phil was attractive. Alice smiled: this was a genuine smile; she wasn't acting up to appease a client. He was her comrade.

Alice put on some music.

She knelt down, unbuckled his belt and removed his trousers. Underneath his briefs, she saw the shape of his penis resting along his thigh. Even at rest, it was thick and long. Alice bit her lip. She removed his underwear and noticed he was circumcised. She moved up a hand to touch it, but he stopped her.

'Not yet. Now you,' he said.

He had time.

She stood up and started swaying to the music. Her gaze was fixed onto Phil, and he was staring back into her eyes. Alice removed her bra.

The man looked at her breasts, small and firm. He looked at her flat stomach, and he looked at the gentle curve of her hips.

Alice turned around and gently moved left and right. She could feel her hair caressing her shoulders with every move. She could almost feel the heat of Phil's gaze on her: the blonde, silken hair, the thin waist, the curvy and small ass, the thin long legs still wrapped in the black stockings.

Then, she sat on the edge of the bed and unclipped the garters. She then removed the stockings, rolling them slowly off. Then the undies. She spread her legs, revealing the blonde bush.

Phil came closer.

'Very nice, Grace.'

He offered her his dick. He took it in her hand. She could feel it gently throbbing. It was smooth and soft, but, under her touch, it was getting harder. The woman started working with the tongue. It was soon hard and its size frightened Alice.

Phil started caressing her hair, almost to reassure her. But there was no doubt that he had all the control in this situation: he had been here many times before. For once, she had to trust him.

She kept licking the glans, then moving up and down the shaft. Then, he held his dick in his hand and rest it on her lips. She looked at him: his gaze was not harsh, but it was still firm.

She opened her mouth widely and he put the glans in. It felt enormous, like a plum. It almost filled the whole cavity of her mouth. He held her head, still in his gentle but assured way, and pushed in a bit further. He moved her head back and forth at a slow pace. Alice opened her mouth as wide as she could, trying not to scrape his skin with her teeth. She couldn't breathe. She wanted to tap on Phil's thigh to make him relent, but it wasn't necessary: the dick was already out.

The man smiled at her. She looked up and drew a big breath, then swallowed it again. Back and forth, back and forth. Just when the air in her lungs was almost gone, he was out again. He almost instinctively knew her limits: she only had to trust him.

'Please lie down,' he said.

He gestured her to lie across the bed, with her head off the bed. He moved on top of her, so that his groin was above her face. She took his dick in her hands and started stroking it, then put it in her mouth, deeper than she had before. She could now guide the pace, but, from time to time, he would give an impatient trust ordering her to put it back in her mouth. He then asserted enough pressure with his hips to keep it there for as long as he wanted, to push it even deeper, and Alice was now determined not to ask for mercy.

Alice could feel tears rolling down her upside-down forehead, and Phil's dick was now down her throat. Like before, he didn't abuse his position of power and would always know when to pull out, but he also knew that her ability to take him was increasing with every thrust.

Phil groaned with appreciation, then he started licking her pussy.

Even his tongue was thicker than normal, more muscular. He knew what spots to hit, and he could get Alice aroused quickly. The pleasure became quite intense, and Alice's body was moving back and forth with delight.

Then, Phil was up again. Alice was lying on the bed, breathing heavily. She rolled on her tummy and looked up at him with a sly look in her eye: what next?

He went to the cupboard and took out the box of toys.

Alice raised an eyebrow. She was curious.

He took a relatively small dildo. It had a curious attachment at the back.

'Have you seen this before?'

She shook her head.

It was a suction cup, and the man attached it to a mirror that covered a large portion of a wall.

Alice got off the bed and went to it. She had to go down on all fours and back into it. She felt her lips part and the toy enter her. Her ass touched the cold surface of the glass. She shivered a little and giggled. She was now moving back and forth, pushing back until the toy was all in and she touched the glass.

Phil looked at Alice's body, doubled inside the mirror. The two women were moving back and forth, into each other, like a strange machine. Inside the mirror, he could see her pussy, wide open move towards the base of the toy, taking it all in. Her hips widened slightly, and she opened up a little more. With every push, the Alice gave a little sigh. The other one, the one in the mirror, was propelled by a silent pleasure.

Once again, he put his dick in Alice's mouth, so that she was now being attacked from two ends. She firmed her grip on her floor, and she kept swallowing the large shaft and kept taking in the dildo.

Her movements were being controlled by Phil whose hips swayed back and forth, and by her own pleasure that forced her to move faster on the dildo. She felt overwhelmed by being taken in this unusual way, where two holes were being commanded. She was about to come; she needed air; she moved away from Phil and quickly fucked the dildo.

Phil was slowly masturbating, enjoying the view.

Alice looked at him for a moment, then closed her eyes.

'Oh, God!'

And she came.

Phil asked her to turn towards the mirror.

Still on all fours, she looked at her image. The smooth surface of the glass was smudged with her secretions, and the image it reflected was hazy. The dildo was wet and a few drops had fallen off it on the floor.

'Why don't you lick it?' Phil asked.

Alice turned her head to look at him, then nodded. She started licking the mirror, running her tongue on the glass, tasting her own cum. At first, she couldn't bear to look at herself while she was doing it.

Suddenly, Phil stuck his tongue in her ass and started licking the rim.

Alice opened her eyes and gasped in surprise. And there she was: staring back at her, dishevelled and with wild eyes, ready for more pleasure. Her face was flushed, and some strands of wet hair were sticking to her cheeks.

This was her now.

She eagerly sucked on the dildo which had even a stronger flavour. She took it in her mouth and gulped it down, while she relished the feeling of Phil tongue exploring her ass.

She could see his eyes reflected on the mirror, peeping from the crest designed by her ass. He was looking at her, getting pleasure from the view, and she wanted to please him. Knowing that what she did turned him on was an aphrodisiac to her.

Then, she felt his thumb rubbing against her clitoris. He was now more forceful, but somehow his movements weren't rough or unwelcome.

After her first orgasm, he was now getting her ready for the next fantasy.

They moved to the bed.

Alice was lying on her back, while Phil lay on his side next to her. He lifted her thigh to get his dick closer to her groin. Somehow, he had found a condom that fitted him, and he pressed his glans against her outer labia. He moved it around, so that her hair and the fat tissue underneath moved with it. He looked for the opening. He pressed more.

Despite the preparation, its size took Alice by surprise. With one hand she was rubbing her clit hard, trying to generate pleasure and to relax quickly.

Phil slid more of the shaft inside her.

In this position, he couldn't fully enter and couldn't move in big swings: he almost gave her a chance to choose her own pace. She turned her head to nest it into his shoulder, then started moving back and forth.

It was a tight fit. She could feel the pressure mounting and her body tighten at first, but then, almost as if the curtain had lifted on a stage, the opening had widened and the movements were easier. She started panting with pleasure, and, following this change in pace, Phil mounted upon her.

His body was now tightly snugged between her thighs. He had regained control and was sliding in and out. He was strong and powerful. He breathed deeply and groaned when her lips contracted with pleasure.

Alice, on the other hand, was moaning loudly. She couldn't control her movements. This had never happened to her with another man: she had always regained some ability to decide what to do next. But she had quickly discovered she could not resist him. Phil however was not to be resisted: he would never hurt her, and she had abandoned herself to his wishes. Now, her own body had understood this and had abandoned itself to the pleasure the man could ignite.

He turned her around. She was light as a feather in his hand.

Alice found herself once again on all fours with the full length of his shaft inside her. She lay with her head on the mattress, while violently masturbating, rubbing her clitoris with her hand harder than she ever had.

Phil was moving back and forth, holding his hands on her thin waist: he felt enormous compared to her thin frame. She could feel the full length of him sliding in and out, and she could feel the full girth stretching her. Her hips were opened wide, ready to receive him with every push. She was pushing too, moving towards him, eager to feel him inside. Her grip tightened, her body not wanting to let him go, then she exploded.

'Oh, fuck!' she swore. 'You're killing me!'

It was almost too much to take in. Her head was spinning, and her heart was pounding fast, but she couldn't stop. She couldn't say no: she wanted to keep going.

He moved to lie on his back. Now she was riding him, but any sense of control was quickly removed, when he pushed a dildo up her ass.

'Aahh!' she cried, mad with pleasure, almost coming again.

Her anus clenched around the rubber toy. She knew she had to relax and let go. She was moving back and forth, grinding on him. She bended over towards him and gripped his arms with her hands, digging her nails into his flesh.

She looked into his eyes. He was experiencing intense pleasure too. For a moment, he got out of his trance and smiled at her.

'You are quite special, you know?' he said.

Then, he closed his eyes again and held her firmly with his hands, making her go up and down on his dick. Meanwhile, Alice had reached for the dildo and was moving it in and out of her ass herself. She was now an accomplice to his designs, carrying out for him his sentence for her.

Was she taking some control back, or was she losing even more of her volition in the act?

Phil played with her nipples, slapping her tits a few times, as they bounced up and down.

'You're so nasty,' she said with a smile. 'Is this what you like?' she added as she fucked him even harder. 'Can I make you cum?'

'Yes, you can, princess. But I don't want to. Not yet.'

With a pounce, he was now behind her. She was on all fours again. Phil was inside her pussy and had regained control of the dildo and was moving it around her anal cavity.

'Just one more thing,' he said.

He took his dick out.

Alice felt the whole length slide out, finally the tip, then nothing.

'Put it back!' she said, eager to feel him inside.

She felt it back in – but no, when she reached with her hand it was a dildo, as big as Phil's dick. Then, she felt the man's warm, pulsing penis enter her ass.

'You're breaking me!' she cried, but he knew she didn't mean it literally.

He went in, further and further. Then the base hit the ring, and he was once again pushing in and out.

Alice was stretched to her maximum, with both holes filled with the largest size she could possibly take. She had no time to think about all the feelings she was feeling, she couldn't think straight, she could only move to the beat that was becoming faster and faster.

Her body was convulsing, and she felt a great pressure on her groin mount until she exploded.

'I'm coming! Oh, God, yes!'

He put his hands around her ass, feeling the soft tissues under his skin, and pushed harder.

Alice held the dildo in her pussy and controlled its movement.

'Yeah, yeah!' he was saying.

Alice was still shaking from an orgasm that seemed to last forever.

'Come in my mouth!' she screamed at him in her extasy, but he grabbed her ass harder and pushed until he groaned loudly.

They lay next to each other on a tight corner of the bed because Alice had squirted. This had never happened to her before, but now the bed was completely soaked. 

Alice was sobbing in Phil's arms, overwhelmed by feelings she couldn't put into words, by the immensity of the pleasure that had taken over her body a few moments ago, and with gratitude for this man. She knew that she could totally trust him, and he would always do right by her.

Phil was caressing her small, curvy ass with his big hands. He seemed to like that spot.

'Thank you, that was incredible,' she said.

'Grace, you are unbelievable,' he said, when he had caught his breath again. 'You know I would come in your mouth, but it's against the rules.'

Alice's body was now cooling down and the fine blonde hair on her arms was raised. She was more calm, more herself. A veil had closed over what had just happened between them, like a dream that loses its focus once it's over. She felt proud: she had stayed on; she had kept up with him. She also felt satisfied and relaxed. She felt like she had learnt another lesson she could not explain, something her body had learnt, something her mind had absorbed without knowing. Control and power can be shared; there's also joy in letting go and giving others the reigns for a moment.

She was not giving up on her quest to independence, but she was learning that she had to trust others.

Slowly, from underneath the surface her evaporating pleasure, little aches emerged. It was a mixture of tired muscles, stretched ligaments, sore membranes. If she focused long enough on any one of them, any discomfort would be replaced by a pleasant tingling sensation, bursts of adrenaline, like a feather gently caressing her wrists and the soles of her feet and the opening of her anus. At times, it felt like thick jam running through her veins, making her numb all over. She bathed in these sensations, letting them flow through her, amplifying them with her mind. It was the anticipation of an important event and the excitement of a great surprise. It reminded her of having sore calves after a run she had won in school, or playing gingerly with the blisters after a difficult hike in the mountains. Over the next few days, she could close her eyes and dwell on them, feel the excitement rise again at the pit of her stomach. Sometimes, it was so unbearable that she felt the need to run to the toilet. And then, slowly, everything healed.

'I want to fuck you again,' she said.

She had opened her eyes and was looking at him.

He laughed.

'You're the first who's asked for a second dose, but there will be chances. Now, you and I have to go back to work.'

Work: that was right. Alice had forgotten that she had a night of work ahead of her. And she had forgotten what job she had chosen for herself.

She ran her fingernails on his chest.

'Well, till next time,' she said.