Thank to the wonderful Sexyvibe for editing assistance with my story!!
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Alice woke up in her bed naked, tired, and sore. Her alarm blared in her ears. Her hands fumbled around on her nightstand in an effort to silence it, and she noticed red marks on her arms.
"Shit," she cursed at herself, rubbing the raw skin on her wrists. In the last 18 hours she had been publicly finger fucked, teased in a dream, and assaulted in her own bed.
It couldn't have been assault if she asked him to do it... right? Eric's cock was already inside her when she woke up. She never said yes, but then again, she never said no.
Alice couldn't think anymore. She had so little time to ready herself for work. She used a ton of concealer to hide the hickeys from Eric, threw on a dress, and ran out the door.
She was a seamstress and worked above a tiny dress shop. Alice worked with two other girls, and the majority of her business came from the shop keeper below. She was working on her own line of wedding gowns that she hoped to sell one day. She found the job an ad online and moved hundreds of miles from home to the tiny town in southern Wisconsin to take it a few months ago.
She was her own boss and it came with built in clientele. The rent was cheap, the area was quiet, and she could focus solely on her work. She didn't talk to anyone except her two work mates and some friends and family back home.
"Good morning Beatrice!" She waved at the shop keeper before running upstairs to her area. She heard the older woman reply, but was too embarrassed by her markings to slow down.
She sat down at her machine and forced all her thoughts out of her mind. Her hands were soon full of bobbins, thread, and silky materials. She had several dresses for a large bridal party due in a few days. The sound of the needle stabbing into the various skirts soon filled the room.
Alice was so consumed by her work, she hadn't noticed her friends arrive. She didn't hear them ask her to go to lunch, when noon came around. She barely noticed the sounds of the door below being locked, when Beatrice left for her break.
What finally broke Alice's trance, was a loud banging from the entrance of the building. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized she was alone.
The banging continued and Alice hoped it was just a customer that needed help. Maybe they couldn't see the generic clock in the window that stated when the store reopened.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" she shouted, as she ran down the stairs.
She knew it was him before she saw his face. She didn't need to see the grin, or the rough hair on his chin. She saw his thick, muscly thighs through the glass door first.
It was Eric.
She slowed her pace, as she made her way to the door. He had a black paper bag in his hand. She made a point to stare at the bag and not at him.
When she reached the last stair, only a thin glass door between them, she looked up. Simultaneously, she clenched her fists at her side and felt butterflies scatter in her stomach.
"What?" she shouted at the door.
"I brought you something special. Change into it, and get that ass out here. You have 5 minutes," Eric's deep voice commanded.
She opened the door just enough to grab the handles of the bag.
"Change here! In front of me," Eric demanded.
Alice flipped her middle finger up and pressed it against the glass. She walked a few yards from the door and turned her back to him. She made sure he could still see her, but wanted to be away from the eye of the street.
There were only four things in the bag: a thin, white, button-up blouse, a purple demi-cup bra, a pair of black kitten heels, and a black pleated skirt.
She stripped down to her white bikini briefs. She grabbed the bra first. It was slightly sheer with lace trim. The material was expensive and was nicer than any bra she owned.
She clasped it around herself and moved on. She pushed her arms into the sleeves of the shirt and buttoned up the shiny black buttons. As she slid the shoes on, she looked in the mirror. As she suspected, the bra was noticeably visible through the top.
She pulled the skirt on last. It hardly covered her. If she bent over or a slight breeze came by, she would be completely exposed. She mustered as much confidence as she could and marched towards Eric.
"Panties off," he coolly stated.
"Not a chance," Alice retorted.
Eric let out a deep laugh and pulled a phone out of his pocked. Alice tried to see what he was doing while his fingers tapped at the screen. She didn't have to wait long before he flipped the device into her view.
In front of Alice was a video of herself. She could see her own pussy, clear as day, with Carl's fingers thrusting in and out of it. It was the footage from the bar.
Alice looked Eric dead in the eye as she slid her panties down her legs. She opened the door and pushed past him, tossing them in his face. He grabbed them, put them in his pocket, and thanked her.
Alice carefully held her skirt down and followed Eric. He took her to his car and opened the passenger door. Alice begrudgingly got in. She thought of running, in the few seconds it took for Eric to make it to the driver's seat. She didn't.
Eric started the car and hit the gas. The tires squealed as they sped off. About ten minutes later they made it to the next town. The car took a few turns before stopping in a busy, downtown shopping area.
"Out," Eric boomed.
Alice waited outside the car for him then walked behind him once again. He walked a short way to a bench that faced a cobbled walkway. There were a few street vendors selling food, and a few dozen men in business suits walking around.
"Sit," Eric motioned towards the bench.
Alice carefully sat next to Eric.
"Cross your legs and unbutton the top three buttons of your shirt," Eric said quietly. As Alice followed his instructions, she felt Eric's finger tips on her neck. "Covered up my handiwork I see."
Alice snorted and leaned back. She tried to look in every direction except Eric's. It didn't take long for her to notice the men looking at her. Most of them slowed to stare, then went back to their phone calls or food orders.
Two men took a seat on a bench, on the other side of the walkway. One was a darker skinned man with broad shoulders. The other was short, plump, and pale. Alice almost laughed at how funny they looked next to one another.
"Uncross your legs, and scoot your butt forward," Eric instructed Alice.
Alice did as she was told. She could feel the breeze toying with the bottom of her skirt.
"Now part your thighs an inch or two," Eric continued.
Alice could feel her face redden as she parted her legs. The cool temperature was making her nipples perk up. She felt sparks of excitement, as the air hit the bare skin between her thighs.
Both men were starting shamelessly at her now. While neither of them were attractive to her, she secretly liked the way they couldn't avert their eyes.
"Spread your legs completely now. Show them your pretty, pink cunt," Eric said next.
Alice froze. There were people in every direction. All of them were adults who would notice what was happening. She didn't move.
Eric pinched the side of her butt cheek. Alice squeaked audibly and sat strait up. Before she could decide what to do, Eric reached for his phone again. She knew his next move. She put her hand on his and murmured, "Stop."
Alice obeyed and stared down at Eric's lap. She was pleased to see him harden, as she parted her legs as far as she could. The skirt did nothing to cover her.
Four other men stopped what they were doing to look now. They were all seated at various tables in the courtyard. Alice's blush deepened as she felt herself get wetter.
"Rub your nipples, and keep your legs open," Eric instructed.
Alice reached up and plucked at her breasts. She twirled each nipple slowly. She looked at each of the men individually. She pulled harder on her tits, watching one man adjust himself, another biting his lip. She was afraid she was going to make a puddle on the bench.
A low moan escaped Alice's lips. She lowered the lace of the bra cup to expose her breasts beneath her top. She licked her fingers and continued to fondle her chest. Her nips pressed hard against the white fabric. She squirmed and continued to tease them.
"Put your fingers on your pussy. Spread it open so the boys can see it all," Eric's words broke Alice's bliss.
Alice felt how slick she had become, as she opened herself for her audience. She didn't need Eric's next instruction. She ran her fingers over her smooth, wet, exposed lips. She shook as she pinched her clit. She made a few circles on her tiny bud before sliding her fingers down. She plunged two of them inside her swollen cunt. She moaned more audibly now. With one hand still teasing her nipples, and her other playing with her pussy, she knew she couldn't hold out too long.
Eric grabbed her wrist a second later.
"That's enough. Now stand up. You are going to go thank these guys and invite them to the bar later," Eric held out a small stack of papers. They stated the name and address of the bar. It also had a time and request that each man not come before then.
Alice snatched the papers out of his hand, annoyed that he interrupted her before she finished. She wiped her wet fingers off on his nice pants and stood up. She went to the African American man first.
"Thank you. Please join me later," Alice's voice shook and she handed him the paper. He took it, without comment, and she moved onto his friend.
