--------- A New Threat Emerges ---------
Sarah Mitchell had never been much of a fan of Alice. Some would describe them as church rivals. Sarah was over eager to out perform all the other mothers at each bake sale and church function. However, she had yet to find a tactic to flank Alice's bookstore. The church leaders would always fawn over Alice's sharing of the Word especially in such a downtrodden neighborhood. This fact had forced Alice to become a constant fixture in the back of Sarah's mind - a game left half played.
With that in mind, Alice was very surprised to find Sarah waiting for her on the porch of her home. She saw that bitchy little smile climb up onto her face as they noticed each other. Alice's cheeks burned as the weight of the case seemed to triple in her hand. Her shame multiplied when she noticed a stack of unmarked boxes between Sarah and the door. Her clothes from Damaged Goods?
"Hi Sarah! Good evening and God Bless!" Alice beamed with what she assumed was the most fake smile she had ever mustered.
"Oh Alice, it is. God Bless you as well!" Sarah returned. "Working late tonight? How are things?" she added.
Alice's mind raced as she quickly surveyed the activities of the day. Her focus strained to keep her emotions from leaking onto her face. She hoped that the increasing darkness would be her ally.
"Yes. Lot of errands. Getting ready to open back up," Alice lied.
Sarah rose from the chair and shimmied by the boxes - taking a moment to read the label on them carefully. "New product? Anything truly moving?" she asked.
Alice actually laughed a little - her mask cracking slightly. "I guess you will have to stop by and find out. Not spoiling anything," she smiled - strangely a genuine one.
Sarah strolled the remaining distance to stand close to Alice. The case slightly shaking between them. Alice trying her best to make it seem natural.
"We are having a prayer meeting this Wednesday - inviting some of these sinful women from the streets. I trust you will be able to make it?" Sarah asked.
"I will mark it on my calendar," Alice offered.
"Perfect," Sarah beamed while starting to eye the case, "I'll see you then."
Alice felt the weight of the world leave her shoulders as Sarah excused herself and headed home. That was too close. After the activities of the day, Alice could not take any more new developments. She collected her sinful haul and carried it all to her bedroom. She silently headed to the shower after locking her door.
It was there that Alice sat and thought. She let her mind wander through the abuse of the previous day. The hot water scalded her at first, but soon the pain became a good friend. The steady drum of the water drowned out her sobs. How would she make it through a week like this? What else will happen?
She dried herself off in her bedroom. A cool breeze was flowing through a long forgotten open window. Alice stood there naked looking out into the backyard. She could make out other houses and windows. She could hear the pulse of the neighborhood. She looked down to find her nipples fully erect. Her arms were covered in goosebumps. What was wrong with her? She shook her head in an attempt to clear it. She rushed to the window and slammed it shut.
Her mind continued to reprocess the activities of the previous days and what they could mean for her immediate future. She opened the case again. As Alice picked up the collar, her phone rang. She nearly jumped out of her skin. The number came up as blocked.
"Hello?" she answered.
"I heard you had fun today," Malone whispered into the phone - barely hiding a sick sense of glee.
Alice's mind raced - but she could not find words much less form sentences.
"5 more days of fun for you. I want you to meet me at my office downtown. There is a private elevator in the back. The folks at the front desk will be expecting you - 8AM. Pick an outfit. Bring the case. See you tomorrow," Malone dictated before hanging up the phone.
--------- A Very Personal Assistant ---------
Alice allowed herself to find a rhythm. She had been sucking Malone's cock for what felt like an eternity. Well, not exactly his cock. Malone had brought out a strawberry flavored condom. Her called it "a treat for a proper slut." It didn't help her gag reflex. The rubber bulb at the tip was a constant tickle in her throat, but she fought the urge to gag as much as she could. Malone hadn't exactly taken time out his work schedule for her.
When Alice had arrived, she was in what she learned is called a "Sexy schoolgirl" outfit. She had dawned some old sunglasses in a feeble attempt to disguise herself. The click of her high heels got the attention of every security guard at the front desk. They called her Malone's new "personal assistant". She didn't follow, but was quickly ushered to the private elevator that Malone had told her about. At her destination, she was met by Stacy, who Alice learned was Malone's secretary. She treated Alice like a piece of street trash as she escorted Alice to Malone's office.
Stacy hadn't even left the room before Malone had ordered her to put on a leather hood, drop to her knees and climb under the desk. Since then, 4 other subordinates had visited the office to talk business. Alice's rhythmic sucking serving as white noise for the conversation. Alice was amazed that none of them seemed to be surprised. Her presence or the presence of someone was just normal.
Her knees ached until they went numb. Her jaw followed the same course. Her mind narrowed to only serve her purpose. She tried to convince herself that she would get to go home when it was over. That he would just roll over and go to bed - lose interest in her. She sucked - nothing else registered.
Malone started to grunt pushing Alice to pick up speed - eager to finish. Fate had other plans. Malone rose from his desk and removed the condom before releasing a large load on Alice's kneeling form. Her mouth, eyes, chin, and chest were covered. She shook, but was unable to move.
"Good little slut. Go to your desk," Malone pointed to a small desk by the door of his office.
Alice looked for a box of tissues to clean herself up - hoping she wouldn't have to use her rain coat.
"No. No cleaning. You earned that. Wear it with pride," Malone laughed as he walked over to the small bar of his office fixing himself a drink.
The room was silent except for the sharp clicks of Alice's high heels as carefully picked her way to her new desk. The desk was much. The top was glass - giving a clear view to her legs and skirt. The chair was nothing more than a stool with a small backrest. She carefully perched herself on top. As she adjusted her skirt, a small glob of cum found its way into her eye burning her.
Alice rubbed her eye, but found little improvement besides now having cum on her hand as well. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment and mild annoyance at her current state. She looked to Malone - his back still to her - before licking her hand clean. She gagged at the taste, but it was all she could do.
Malone attempted to make idle chit-chat to fill the silence. He asked about her store, her kids, and her hobbies. Alice's irritation seemed to increase as the cum began to crust and harden on her body. She did not want to talk like this - she did not want to be seen like this. She was done with this.
"The clothes look great. Vincent always does great work," Malone smiled at her.
