White Spruce Ch 04

WHITE SPRUCE Chapter 4

Nicole had me over for dinner three days later. It was my day off, while she had worked, so I suggested that she let me play host.

- "Nope. My treat. You can invite me over another time."

- "I will."

- "You'd better."

Nicole wasn't a great cook, by her own admission, but she made a very nice pasta dish with a creamy sauce and plenty of mushrooms. I insisted on helping her clean up. Then we took our drinks over to the couch, and Nicole cued up a movie. I'd chosen a romantic comedy, figuring that she might like that.

She had her hand on my leg before the opening credits had finished rolling. Ten minutes into the movie, she had my zipper undone and her hand in my underwear. She fished out my erection, and instructed me to slide my pants down.

Nicole treated me to another tremendous blowjob. This time she lay across my lap, with her back to me. Once again she'd worn track pants with nothing under them. I was able to push them down over her ass, and then play with her pussy. This time, Nicole came on my fingers before I unloaded in her mouth.

We had to laugh: we'd paid so little attention to the movie that we had no idea what was going on, or who was who. Nicole solved our little dilemma by turning off the movie and taking me to bed.

The disparity in our heights made some positions difficult, and some activities - such as 69 - impossible. I settled her on her hand and knees, right at the edge of the bed, and took her from behind, while standing on the floor. Yes, we used plenty of lube.

Nicole invited me to stay again, but we both had to work the next day.

- "If I wake up next to you in the morning, we both know what's going to happen: we'll be late for work."

- "You're probably right." she conceded. I raised an eyebrow at that. "Okay," she said, "not just probably."

I'd been in a much better mood since my first date with Nicole. Ibrahim caught me smiling - I was sure of it - but he didn't ask.

The next night, we all gathered at the Sand Trap.

- "Well, hey stranger." said Nicole, as she got up to change seats. It had become a little tradition with us. If the girls were on their own, they sat with two on each side of the booth. When I arrived, Nicole would switch over, beside Anne, while Celine was in the corner. That left the opposite side for Ashra and me.

I was momentarily worried that the other girls might catch the hidden sarcasm in Nicole's greeting, but no one acted differently, or said anything out of the ordinary. Apparently she hadn't told any of her friends about us.

Alicia came over with a beer for me, and took orders for refills. She lingered just a bit to chat with us, until another thirsty patron caught her eye.

- "Ashra was just telling us about her day." said Nicole. "Go on, Ash."

- "Oh, no - not in front of Mike!"

- "It's probably something he should hear." said Anne. "He may already know, though."

- "Know what?" I was genuinely clueless.

- "There. See? Go ahead, Ashra."

Ashra didn't seem too keen, but she gave in to the pressure form Anne and Nicole.

- "Do you know Binh? The Vietnamese maid?"

- "By sight, yes. She's pretty shy, though, isn't she?"

- "Very shy. Well, she went in to clean one of the guests' room, only he was still there. Waiting for her. Well, maybe not her in particular, but waiting on a maid. Now, she'd left the door open - we all do that. It's standard practice. But the guest closed the door behind her."

Ashra released a deep breath. "I don't know if you guys know this, but those rooms are fairly soundproof. You could play the drums in there, and no one would hear. But what saved Binh was that Martina was just a little behind. Martina's one of our floor supervisors. She came up to do the room opposite, and saw Binh's cart there - with her cleaning supplies - and the door closed. Martina used her key and went in, intending to give Binh an earful. Instead, she saw her face down on the bed, with her skirt flipped up over her back. The member was holding her down with one hand while he tried to undo his pants with the other."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Seriously?"

- "What happened then, Ash?" said Anne.

- "Nothing. The member gave Martina some money, and he left."

- "What did he say?"

- "Nothing."

- "Nothing?" I said. "Did they report him?"

- "Report him? What would that achieve? They'd be the ones to get in trouble."

- "What? He gets caught trying to rape a woman, but leaves a tip, and that's the end of it?"

- "It wasn't a tip, Mike." said Celine. "Rich people don't tip."

The other girls all nodded their agreement.

- "But... something like this happens, and the man just walks away?"

- "All the time." said Anne. "Binh was too terrified to say anything, and Martina knows better than to make a complaint. They're not going to punish a guest. But a whiny chambermaid? She could find herself transferred in no time."

- "But -" I turned to Ashra. "Has anything like that ever happened to you?"

- "It happens." she said. "We've all learned ways to deflect attention, or to deter that sort of thing. Would you like to see what I do?"

- "What?"

She didn't wait. Ashra crossed her eyes, and screwed up her face in a lop-sided grin with her tongue hanging out. For added effect, her cheek twitched - repeatedly.

A moment later, she relaxed. "That usually works." she said.

- "Usually?"

- "A girl doesn't have to be pretty. Young and female is enough. Some aren't even that picky."

- "I can't believe this." I said.

- "Believe it, Mike." said Alicia. She'd come up to deliver the girls' refills. "I used to work in food service. You have no idea how many times I heard 'Show us your tits'. I'm delivering food, and that's what they're shouting at me."

Again, all of the other girls nodded.

"Even here, there are guys who think they're entitled to pinch my ass, or that I won't notice if they rub up on my tits. I mean, me?" She waved a hand along the side of her body.

- "What?"

- "Yeah. But then Tess has a quiet word with them, and they're good as gold for at least a few months. Eh - men and alcohol. The more of them you get in one place, the lower the average intelligence."

Once again, I felt like an idiot. Claire and my mother had been taken. Sheila savagely beaten. Rebecca and others forced into sexual slavery. I shouldn't have been surprised by Ashra's story. From the reactions of everybody else in the booth, these were common occurrences. No wonder Claire and Nicole tried so hard to hide.

How stupid was I, that I hadn't figured this out before now?

The girls could see my obvious embarrassment, and mercifully changed the topic.

Later that night, as I was getting ready to leave, Alicia asked to speak to me.

- "You're a pretty handy guy, right? I'm having a sort of... mechanical problem. Do you think you could help me with it?"

- "What kind of mechanical problem?"

- "Well... it's hard to describe. It would be easier to show you. I know you're on days now, but when you're back on nights, maybe you could come over and take a look?"

- "Sure." I said. I wasn't a mechanic, or anything, but if I couldn't solve her problem, at the very least I should be able to direct her to someone who could.

Like several others on staff, Alicia lived in one of the small apartments above the staff mall, facing the rear of the building. I went over just after one in the afternoon. When I knocked on her door, I heard her call out a cheerful 'Come in!'.

- "Hey, Alicia." I said. Then I stopped dead in my tracks. Alicia was in the corner of the room, wearing a bulky bathrobe. Even so, she didn't look like my friend Alicia.

Let me rephrase that: it

was

Alicia. Same hair, tied up. Same plain face. But the body beneath the bathrobe simply wasn't big enough to belong to her. Not unless she'd lost forty pounds in the space of two days.

She came over and closed the door behind me.

- "Here's my mechanical problem, Mike. It's my gear. Now you see why I couldn't very well describe it at the bar." She indicated a strange half bodysuit that looked vaguely familiar.

I'm not the quickest of guys, but I'd seen something like it before: Claire's 'hiding suit'. Alicia's was bigger, and much more elaborate. It had twin shoulder straps, short sleeves, and then a seamless set of pads designed to fit under her breasts and settle on her hips.

Alicia was a hider, too? I'd had no idea. I took a longer look at her gear. It was really a very ingenious contraption. Anyone who put a hand on her shoulder would believe that they'd touched her bra strap. Anyone who placed their hands on her hips would feel like they were touching her fat body through her clothes.

- "It's really something." I said. "I had no idea you wore something like this."

- "Of course you didn't. That's what it's for. Can you bring it over here, to the table?"

I picked it up. "Good grief - what does this thing weigh?"

- "Thirty pounds." she said. "I added a few weights in my pockets on the day I stepped onto a scale, in front of witnesses."

- "One hundred and seventy." I said, without thinking. We'd all heard the story.

- "That's right. I figured that 5'3" and 170 pounds would deter attention."

I put her suit on the table. "What's wrong with it?" I asked.

- "The straps. They bear most of the weight, and over time I guess they stretch a bit. I usually just move the buckle up a notch, but... have a look for yourself."

It really was a clever design. The exterior of the pads was fairly smooth, and supple. They could also be lifted up, to reveal the framework that they sat on. There were three concentric rings of leather, much like a dressmaker's model with buckles connecting the vertical straps to the horizontal ones. The shoulder straps were off to the sides, arranged to go around (rather than over) her breasts, and then over her shoulders, to meet behind her neck.

- "This can't be comfortable." I muttered.

- "It's not." she said. "But given the choice between a little discomfort and being a Hospitality Girl..."

- "Understood. Did you build this yourself, Alicia?"

- "No. It was my first boyfriend. His name was Nelson. He got transferred out about a year before you got here."

- "Well, he was very clever."

I could see the problem immediately. Those straps bore the weight of the suit, but they had to be pretty snug. A little jiggle was fine, especially since everyone believed that she was fat, but if Alicia was jostled as she passed between tables, carrying a tray of drinks, and the suit slid sideways, or got turned around... it would be a disaster.

- "Can you fix it?"

- "I think so. I have the right material at home. Let me get it, and a couple of tools, and I'll be right back."

- "Really?"

- "Yeah. No problem."

- "Thank you." Alicia was smiling, but she looked like she had been close to crying.

- "It's okay." I said. "I won't tell anybody."

- "I know you won't. I trust you, Mike."

- "Thanks. I'll be back in a few minutes."

I walked back to my apartment. Wasn't that odd? Alicia had said the same thing as Nicole. I now knew both of their secrets. Of course I would never breathe a word to anyone, but it was still nice to be trusted.

I had a pair of wide leather belts that I rarely wore - gifts from my father. I put those in a bag, along with a very sharp knife, a hammer, a tape measure, and a selection of straight nails, and walked back to Alicia's.

I took another good look at Nelson's handiwork.

- "It's really good, but I'm surprised that the straps lasted this long. Five years, you said?"

- "Umm... I had to fix them once before."

- "You did this yourself? This is good work, Alicia."

- "Well... I had someone help me."

- "Oh? Who?"

Alicia blushed a little. "Trey helped me."

- "Trey? As in Trey Lang? My partner?"

- "Yeah. I knew that I could trust him."

- "Makes sense." I could understand that; Trey was a bit of an asshole, but he was also a man of his word. "He never said a thing to me."

- "I know." said Alicia. "We were... together, you know? Until he became famous. Then he didn't have time for me anymore."

Good old Trey. Honest, yet a hypocrite. He'd mocked me for hanging around with the ugly girls, even while he was involved with one of them.

I removed the worn, partially frayed straps from Alicia's gear, and made some measurements. Then I sliced one of my belts in half, straight down the middle. I cut away the belt buckle. I made a few notches in either end.

I asked Alicia to try on the belt alone. She slid it around her shoulders, which left the ends hanging below her breasts, on either side.

- "This should work." I said. I fixed one end of the belt to the buckles on her gear. "Try it on."

I wasn't expecting her to do it right in front of me. But she immediately doffed her bathrobe, revealing that all she had on underneath was a two-piece bathing suit.

My mouth fell open, all on its own. All of the time I'd known her, Alicia had looked as though she was built like a barrel. She wasn't - she was built like a little brick shithouse (yes, that's a compliment around here). For one thing, she had stupendous tits. They were just too big to be called breasts any more, and on her 5'3" frame, they looked enormous.

But the most astonishing thing, to me, was that Alicia had an hourglass figure. Her hips were wide, matching her shoulders, and she had love handles, but her waist was considerably narrower.

She didn't seem to notice my amazement. With practiced skill, Alicia slipped into her suit. She was able to easily cinch the second end of the belt.

"How does it feel?" I asked.

- "Perfect." she said, with a big grin. "It's a little less uncomfortable, and it doesn't feel like it's going anywhere." She twirled around on one foot. "See? Solid. Oh, thank you, Mike."

With that, she stepped forward and hugged me.

I was surprised, and a bit confused. I couldn't remember, now: had Alicia ever hugged me before? She must have. After Trey's death? Or after Claire's departure? But I was only too conscious that while the belly she pressed against me was synthetic, the bust above it was all her.

- "Let me make sure." she said. She proceeded to take the suit off, and then put it back on again. "Oh, sweet." she said.

- "Plus you have the other half of my belt. And this belt, too. Future repairs should be easy."

- "You're an angel." she said.

- "I doubt that." I said. "Glad I could help, though. And glad that you trusted me enough."

- "Of course I did. Claire and I used to compare notes - about our suits. She never stopped singing your praises."

- "Did she?"

- "She did. And I listened. I have to admit, I was a little bit jealous. I... I haven't been with anyone since Trey shot that Outsider. So I'm also jealous of Nicole, because she got to you first."

- "What?"

- "Don't worry, Mike." Alicia began removing her gear once again, even as she talked to me. "That secret is safe, too. The other girls don't know. I told Nicole that I was going to ask you to help with my suit, and then try to seduce you. She just grinned, and wished me good luck. She said that you were - and I quote - 'Well worth the effort'."

- "Seduce?" I seemed to have lost my words and most of my motor functions at the same time.

- "Sit down. Please."

I sat on one of her two kitchen chairs. Alicia immediately sat down in my lap, facing me. She deftly undid the string of her top, and tossed it onto the table behind her.

Her breasts were right under my chin. I couldn't help looking. They were big, for a girl of her height. But what amazed me most was that they didn't sag, or hang low on her chest, despite their size. Instead, they pointed up and out.

Alicia supported them with her hands, and squeezed. They were incredibly firm. Her breasts didn't jiggle; they bounced. She was only twenty, as far as I knew. That had to be the explanation. Her breasts couldn't possibly stay that firm as she aged. I was absolutely in the right place at the right time.

"You can play with them." she said. "I love playing with them myself, but it's even better if someone else does it. They're really sensitive."

It would have taken a saint, or someone with superhuman willpower to resist. I certainly couldn't. I reached up and hefted them with both hands.

I was surprised by how heavy they were. They were indeed very firm; if I squeezed gently and then released, they bounced back. Alicia encouraged me to gently pinch her nipples. Meanwhile, she was trying to subtly shift her hips, making this more of a lap-dance than I'd expected.

Carol, my first girlfriend at White Spruce, had been well-endowed. Claire had been large-breasted, too, though hers hung lower on her chest. Alicia was in a class of her own. Her boobs were absolutely stupendous.

There was no question that she enjoyed having them played with. She was clearly getting more and more turned on. Finally, she lurched up from the chair.

- "Sorry. I can't wait any more." Her hands went to my pants. She quickly undid them, and pulled them down around my knees.

Yes, I had a moment of deja vu; different girl, but similar situation. Alicia quickly squatted at my feet, and took my cock in her mouth. It wasn't a blowjob, really; more of an exercise in slathering saliva all over it. It took her maybe a minute.

Then she stood up, shucked the bottoms of her bathing suit, and resumed her position on my lap, this time impaling herself on my rod.

- "Fuck!" she gasped. "Sorry - it's been a long dry spell. Oh, wow, that's good."

Alicia was quite wet, and very warm inside. She began moving right away. After a few rocking motions, sliding back and forth, she started bouncing on me. I grabbed hold of her generous hips, partly to make sure that she didn't fly off and land on the floor.

Although she was bouncing with abandon, she was really only riding the top half of my dick. It wasn't the best position for depth of penetration, by any means. But there was a better option close by.

I put my hands under Alicia's big ass, and then stood up. I deposited her on the little kitchen table, so that she was sitting down, facing me, with my cock still inside her. I kept one hand in the small of her back, and used the other to squeeze her big breasts. But I was now able to thrust straight forward. She immediately felt the difference.

- "Oh - that's... yeah. Yeah..."

She fucked me back as best she could, bracing herself with her hands on the table behind her. She groaned when I squeezed her nipple. I did it again, and she shivered all over.

I picked up the pace, and started pounding it to her. Alicia brought her arms up, around my neck, and held on for deep life, but still hunching her hips and pushing back to take me as deep as she could.

That did it for me: I gasped as I began spraying inside her.

We clung to each other, both breathing heavily. Then Alicia chuckled.

- "Damn. I

eat

at this table."

- "Sorry." I said.

- "Are you kidding? I'm going to be reliving this moment every time I sit down here."

I helped her down off the table, and pulled my pants back up. Alicia didn't bother with the bathing suit; she simply put on her bathrobe. Then she got serious.

"I know what Nicole told you, Mike. Just so you know: I'm not trying to replace Claire, either - as if I ever could. I'm not asking you to be my boyfriend, or to hold my hand in public, or anything like that. In fact, it's probably better if you don't."

- "I understand."

- "Neither of us is jealous, either. We're both happy to get laid every now and again, if you're up for it. There are only so many decent guys here, and we both like you as much as we trust you. That's why we're willing to share."

- "You want to

share

me?"