“She gives amazing oral love!” a male voice yelled. Alice sought it out, and saw Dick, waving at her from the crowd. “You are so beautiful, Alice!”
Alice’s hands worked faster, knowing just which spots to touch. She flicked her index finger. She found her G-spot. The wave inside her was coming up fast, so fast, and in just a few more seconds she was going to “Halt!” the Queen ordered. A moment later she was on Alice, grasping her wrists.
Alice cried out, her hips still bucking, desperate to be touched again.
“You may not come until you admit what you are.”
“Please, Your Majesty.”
“Say it!”
Alice was sooooo close. She again stared at the crowd, many of whom were now masturbating. Alice tried to pull away from the Queen, but her grip was too strong. Then she tried to press against her, desperate for release.
“SAY IT!”
“I’M A DIRTY LITTLE SLUT!” Alice bellowed. And upon saying the words, something within her snapped, and she began to orgasm without any stimulation at all. It doubled her over, making her whole body shake, and the Queen put her hand between Alice’s legs and Alice began to scream without any control at all, “I’M A SLUT! I’M A SLUT!” over and over until the pleasure became so unbearable she collapsed onto the lawn, the whole world spinning, her juices squirting out of her and drenching the Queen’s hand.
For a moment, it seemed as if time stopped. No one moved. No one spoke.
Then, incredibly, the entire crowd broke out in thunderous applause.
And Alice, for the very first time ever, wasn’t embarrassed anymore. In fact, she felt glorious.
“Take a bow,” the Queen said. “You were splendid.”
Alice bowed, and suddenly she was surrounded by people, patting her on the back and congratulating her.
“Good work,” Dor Maus said.
“I knew you had it in you,” Dick agreed.
“Look how far you’ve come,” said Pilar. “I’m so proud of you.”
The compliments seemed to go on and on, until the Queen yelled, “Enough! Back to croquet!”
A moment later, the crowd had abandoned Alice, leaving her behind as the game continued. Alice didn’t know what to do next. Follow them? Search elsewhere for home? Certainly home had to be somewhere.
“That was a terrific performance, Alice,” Cheshire said. He was clutching his cell phone. “I recorded the whole thing. I think I’m going to wank to it right now.”
“I saw the Hatter and the Hare,” said Alice.
“And Dor Maus, too. I know.” Cheshire pointed to his phone. “I got it all here. Was hiding in the bushes.”
“They couldn’t help me.”
“It looked like they helped you plenty,” Cheshire said, waggling his eyebrows.
“They couldn’t help me get home!” Alice said.
“You still want to go home? Don’t you like it here?”
“I do. But I have responsibilities. A job. A boyfriend.”
“The quick one? Why would you want to go back to him?”
“Because I love him,” Alice said.
“I see. Well, I suppose you could ask Mock Turtle. He’s self-important, and far too eager, but he might set you on the right path.”
“Where do I find him?”
“Just click your heels together three-”
“You already used that joke,” Alice said, sighing dramatically.
“Oh. Truthfully, I don’t know where that bore is. But the Duchess does.” Cheshire pointed to the Duchess, who was walking away with the crowd.
“Thank you, Cheshire.”
“You’re welcome. Would you mind if I took just a few seconds of video of you bending over?”
Alice was about to refuse, but then she thought, why not? She bent over for Cheshire, wiggling her bottom, not embarrassed in the least bit. She even spread her cheeks and sang what she knew of the theme to Happy Days.
Cheshire immediately dropped his cell phone and began to abuse himself with reckless abandon. Part of Alice feared he’d actually tug it completely off. But rather than worry about that, she nodded a quick goodbye and went to the Duchess, who was waiting for her turn at play, twirling a croquet mallet in her hands.
“Duchess, do you know where the Mock Turtle is?” Alice asked.
“Hello, Alice. Splendid show you put on. I’m having another lipstick party tomorrow, if you’d like to attend.”
“Thank you for the invitation, but I do need to see Mock Turtle. I was told he might help me return home.”
“A possibility. But he might not assist you. I’m afraid he only cares about himself.”
“Please,” Alice said. “I’ve been here a long time. I’m sure my boyfriend is getting concerned.”
“Very well. Follow me.”
Alice followed.
Chapter 6
“So what exactly is a Mock Turtle?” Alice asked the Duchess as they strolled through the woods. “Is it another dreadful pun?”
“Not that I’m aware of.”
“Is he going to recite silly, pointless poetry to me?”
“Probably.”
“Is there any way to skip it?”
“On an ereader? It isn’t easy. See the clearing in the trees there? It leads to a beach. That’s where Mock Turtle lives. Good luck to you, Alice.”
The Duchess gave her a warm hug, and then left. Alice continued on through the clearing and saw a man standing next to a large body of water. At first glance, she thought it was Lewis. He had the same build, same features. But the face was different. Where Lewis had a sweet smile and beautiful eyes, Mock Turtle looked as if he’d just sniffed something unpleasant. From forty feet away, Alice could see his scowl. It was so disconcerting that she considered turning around and going back.
“Who goes there?” he yelled, spotting her.
Alice almost ran. But she didn’t. The old, frightened, unsure Alice would have. But she was the new bold, fearless Alice, who got what she wanted.
“I’m Alice. Are you Mock Turtle?”
“Who wants to know?”
Another lunatic. “Me,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Alice.”
“Approach so I may look at you.”
Alice tromped across the beach, her sharp heels sinking into the stand, but she managed to reach the man without falling over.
“Those boots are hardly proper attire for the beach,” he said. “But they make your bottom and legs looked superb.”
“Are you Mock Turtle?”
“I am.”
