Max Meets the Baroness and Alice

"Hey mister! How'd you like to get your face outta that old dirty book and put it between the legs of this dirty young slut?"

That, my friends, is called a 'hook'- an opening line of a story that's supposed to grab your attention and convince you to read on. I should know, I'm a writer.

My name, for future reference, is Brian Maxwell Connors, but everyone calls me Max. I don't think my own Mom calls me 'Brian' any more. And no, not for the reasons your dirty little minds think so. And how do I know that's what you're thinking? I know my audience.

I'm doing ok as a writer. Not raking in John Grisham or Danielle Steel money, but I get by. I've got twelve novels under my own name. Three that made the Best Seller list briefly, one of which my agent is busy negotiating with a Hollywood studio over script rights. That last one should net me a nice payday, which is something every author hopes for. I don't make millions, but I get by.

I've also got a bunch of juicy smut epub novellas out under a pen name. Those do decently. They don't see actual print that I know of, so the overhead on them is significantly lower and I get an acceptable profit off of what amounts to exercise writing. And no, I'm not going to tell you what name I use either. Suffer.

The reason I'm telling you all this and interrupting the introduction of the slut in the hook up there is to explain how I got to where that offer caught me completely off-guard. I'm doing my first signing tour- twelve cities up the Atlantic coast from Miami to Boston in thirty days. My agent wanted it to be a shorter trip, but I like to explore strange places and especially haunt used bookstores. The older the better in my opinion. So I insisted on the extra time. Sneak into a little hole in the wall place, find my books and secretly sign them, then go poking through the stacks looking for something cool to read.

Yes, yes. I still read BOOKS. I am fully aware that I can download whole libraries onto my tablet and e-reader and take them with me wherever I go. Bleech. ???? You just can't beat the smell of old books and the feel of some much-loved tattered old paperback in your hands. And it's a damn sight harder to quietly drop a tablet on a table next to someone who looks like they could use a distraction from their screens through the medium of a scandalous cover painting.

So that's how I ended up here, in an inner-city used book store that had a narrow front and felt like it went back all the way through the buildings on the other side, with a pile of cheap pulp erotic spy thrillers and dime-store erotica in a basket between my feet. I was reading one of them already, deep into 'The Many Adventures of Agent 0008- The Lost Bomb' and not paying much attention to my surroundings, truth be told. I barely registered a pair of tattered combat boots come up next to me, muttered an 'excuse me' under my breath and scooted to one side to let them at the shelves.

Which is why their opening line threw me for a loop.

"Excuse me?" I cannily asked to cover my bewilderment at being dragged back into the real world, blinking madly to refocus my eyes.

"I said 'How'd you like to get your face outta that book and into my slut's pussy?'," retorted the young woman in front of me. I swear, I had immediate flashbacks to my childhood because she looked like a cosplay version of the Baroness from the GIJoe cartoons. Straight black hair hanging down past her shoulders, the huge round glasses, black jeans and leather jacket, right down to the black t-shirt with the COBRA logo across her breasts. I think it's safe to say, she wasn't bad looking either. She had a leash in her hand and at the other end...

The coquettish collared girl playfully biting her finger on the other end was as out of place in an old book store as I would be at an anti-porn protest. Well, ok, to give her SOME literary-world credit, she was dressed roughly like Alice from Alice in Wonderland. Like, very very roughly. She wore a light blue sleeveless dress made of latex that looked as though it were at least two sizes too small the way her boobs threatened to spill out the low-cut, white frilled opening at the top. Where the Baroness' tits showed off her shirt, Alice's outfit showed off her tits nearly to the point of complete exposure. And I'm concentrating on her boobs because I don't think the skirt covered much either and I had serious immediate doubts she was wearing panties. What she did wear were long white latex platform boots that went all the way under her brief skirt with what looked like a six-inch spike heel and white latex gloves to the elbow. Of course, she was bright yellow blonde with two poofy pigtails sprouting from the top of her head.

And, for some reason that I wondered if they were out-of-character, a bright blue hairband sporting stark white bunny ears that added another eight inches to her considerable height.

"Ummm... what?" I stammered, displaying all my rapier wit while glancing around to find the hidden Punk'd cameras, checking the front window to make sure it was still daylight outside and pinching my arm to ensure I wasn't asleep. 'No' on all three as far as I could tell.

"Maybe he's just not into girls," Alice said, sadly tilting her head the way a dog tries to guilt you out of a hot dog at a street cart. She heaved a sigh, which made me want to jump to her aid if and when she spilled out of her top. "That's too bad. He looks like a nice guy and I like fucking nice guys for you, Anna."

This was the point that the ongoing war between my dick, which was already hard just looking at her, and my brain, who was having a hard time with the whole scenario, tipped towards the latter. Of course I wanted to fuck this woman! I'd have to have been dead for the last six years NOT to. I'm single and the only one waiting for me at home were the two plastic plants and a cactus I'd killed three months ago but haven't tossed out yet.

But the whole situation set of my Weird-O-Meter and brain got his say.

"I'm sorry, " I began, dropping my book down into the basket and looking between the two of them. "I'm flattered and there are parts of me that are completely on-board with... well, everything you're offering, but I just gotta know- why me? There cannot be a lack of guys more... ummm 'your type' who would jump at the chance in the area, right?"

Baroness Anna sized me up with a strict, judging glare which, admittedly, tipped the scales back in dick's favor more than a little. I think she wanted to know if I was joking or not. Eventually, she made up her mind, jerking her thumb over her shoulder to her... her pet?

"She's a hardcore nympho," Baroness Anna told me. "Fucks anyone and anything I tell her. Eager to please and loves being used like a cocksleeve. Me? I get off more on watching her being fucked than fucking myself. It all works out. And yeah, she's done most of the straight guys in the neighborhood. Couple of the gay ones too. And half the lezzies. After a while, they know she's an easy lay, so they stop trying. They get lazy. You? You're new and just passing through, right?"

"Heading to Charlotte tomorrow morning," I agreed, trying to NOT pay attention as Alice scooted closer on those tall heels. I'm not a small guy. More average height than anything. I could have stood flatfooted and buried my face in her cleavage just by tilting my head down. Instead, I simply nodded. "Alright then, not to be completely blunt but... how much? And where?"

"What makes you think I make her fuck for money?" Baroness glared again, her mouth a firm straight line. I just looked at her, then at Alice, then back at her and raised my eyebrow in my best Spock impression. She snorted. "Yeah, fair enough."

I won't bore you with the details but we settled on a fair price and a visit to their nearby apartment. And yes, I've paid for sex before. I travelled a LOT before settling in as a writer. I insisted on paying for the books (Chekov's Books. Remember these for later.) I'd found, much to the amusement of the bookseller who said something along the lines of 'Are you sure you need these?' while watching how closely Alice stood behind me. We headed across the street to their building. I blushed at the few catcalls from neighborhood boys, wishing me a good time and offering up some not-quite-standard advice. Once inside, they turned towards the elevator to the third floor.

"No no," I insisted quietly, waving my hand towards the stairs. "It's a short walk. Alice can lead the way."

Alice understandably hesitated. Climbing the stairs would be an effort in those tall heels and every step she took would make her flash anyone below her. Baroness Anna understood that immediately and unhooked the lead. With a resigned sigh, she started up the stairs, leaving the two of us to follow along with a full view of her bare ass and pussy with every step. I was immediately struck by the white cotton bunny tail plugging her jiggling ass.

"That's a good look for her. Goes well with the ears," I complimented, pointing at the little tail.

"That's her favorite plug," the Baroness replied. She smiled up at her girlfriend valiantly working her way up the second flight of stairs. "Real old guy, out-of-towner like you, told her she would have made a good Playboy Bunny back in the day. Showed us pics of the Bunnies in the old Playboy Lounge here in the city. Now every year we buy up all the unsold bunny ears in the Easter clearance sales because they make her feel pretty."

Ahead of us, Alice stumbled on the landing. We only had one more flight to go to get to their floor so, as we caught up to her, I reached out my hand and slid it up her latex encased inner thigh. For support. Her boots were wet and sticky, and not from exertion. She gasped, reflexively moving her feet apart to allow me to touch wherever I liked. I could feel the heat coming off of her glistening lips. She was so ready to be bent over right there and used in the stairs and there was very little stopping me from doing just that.

"Catch your breath Bunny Girl," I told her, glancing quickly at Baroness. With just a bob of her head, she told me that this was the last of the stairs and we were close to their place. I let my hand drift up just a little more. "You're doing a good job. I know it can't be easy climbing stairs in those boots."

"I can do it," Alice panted meekly, pressing both hands against the wall behind her. Fresh moistness warmly coated my hand now. Baroness moved past us, continuing up the stairs to disappear down their hallway. "Most guys don't wanna wait. They practically run me into the elevator and start fingering me before the doors close."

"Awww, well that's too bad for them. They miss a pretty spectacular show." She blushed and I took my hand away slowly, turning it to cup and then drag my fingers along her pussy, getting them nice and wet on her engorged lips. As soon as my hand left her body, she grabbed it. Pulling it up to her mouth, she licked her juices off of each digit, never breaking eye contact. With a shudder of lust and delight, I turned her towards the last of the stairs then gave her an encouraging swat on the ass. "Get hopping Fuck Bunny!"

Giggling, she didn't exactly hop up the stairs, but climbed each step one at a time and gave me a little bounce that poofed up her skirt to show off the tiny Easter egg tattooed on her right butt cheek. She might have renewed energy, but she was making it difficult for me to climb myself.

Baroness Anna had taken off her coat by the time we made it down the hall to their apartment in the back of the building. Alice, now on level ground, showed off even more by skipping down the hall several steps ahead of me, turning to show that she had 'accidentally' bounced right out of her dress. Plump, heavy tits with small areolas and almost flat nipples bouncing with her excitement. Thankfully, none of the neighbors were either home, or cared to come out.

Renewed and impatient, she grabbed my hand at the last, practically dragging me into their apartment so Anna could shut the door. At the sound of the 'click' Alice threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard enough to suck the air right out of me. No lie that I enjoyed the feel of her in my arms quite a bit. Our hands roamed all over each other and she started grinding against my thigh the minute I found the zipper on the back of that tight dress and started dragging it down.

It didn't come off easily but when the latex dress finally fell to the floor she rapidly followed it, dropping into a practiced squat to tug expertly at my belt and zipper, giggling like a schoolgirl. She sounded almost disappointed to find out I wore underwear. I looked over at Baroness Anna, who had already grabbed herself a beer and settled on the couch to watch. She looked almost bored.

No no, said the brain. This won't do. Do better. Be 'interesting'.

Fuck you, said my cock, already being nibbled on through my boxer-briefs. I'd never been with a girl THIS eager before. Sure, they theoretically existed when I was in school, but they hung out with a vastly different crowd than mine- jocks, frat boys, the 'party people'. Folks I never felt all that welcome around.

Brain won again. Sometimes I really hate that guy.

"Whoa there Eager Beav... Bunny," I corrected, grabbing her pigtails and pulling her away from my crotch. She pawed lightly at my obvious hard-on, dropping her mouth open in obedience to the face-fucking she expected next. How DOES someone work up that much spit to drool at a moment's notice? "I'd like to take my time with you. Savor what I'm doing."

"What'd you got in mind, mister?" Baroness Anna asked from the couch, taking a slug from her beer. She sat forward now, as opposed to looking almost bored when her pet was lusting to deepthroat me before getting my pants off. "Not much she won't do. And I'll tell her to do anything if the price is right."

"I'm not sure just yet. What have you got for toys and gear?" I stuck my thumb in Alice's mouth, just to keep her busy and stop the flow of drool dripping down on her plump natural tits. Damn. If she'd gotten that mouth on my cock, I would have finished already. And blowjobs usually aren't my thing.

"Oh, we got all sorts of shit," Baroness leaned back on the couch again, a sly and dirty smirk on her face. "Dildos and straps of all shapes and sizes and she'll peg ya if that's what you're into."

"Not today, no." I replied, slowly drawing Alice to her feet by lifting up my thumb. Girl knew her business when it came to sucking. My free hand found her breast, caressing the pale meaty globe and amazingly flat nipples. I need to slow her racing motor down and take back control of the situation. "What about bindings?"

"Got it all," she drawled, getting off the couch. Alice moaned around my thumb, squirming in place. "Lotsa guys like fucking her all tied up. She's a good little rope bunny, aren't you slut?"

Not taking her mouth off my thumb, wide-eyed Alice nodded eagerly, reaching up to squeeze her own tits tightly together for me. I was beginning to understand that, if her girlfriend or I commanded it, she would orgasm on the spot with no further stimulation.

"Do you have an arm sleeve? Something to bind her arms behind her back?" I pulled my thumb out of her unrelenting mouth, much to her dismay. It took both hands and a great deal of resolve to turn her around, pulling both arms behind her back. I lost my train of thought briefly, staring at her juicy ass below the wrists I held back tightly. Now I was starting to drool. "And an expandible leg spreader?"

Alice started dancing with excitement, her skin all flush and pink, which was, admittedly, almost enough for cock to take back control. But even he was interested in what brain had cooking this time. After all, brain rarely steered cock wrong while cock had a tendency to run headlong for the nearest VD clinic if left to his own devices.

"Why don't you show me what you've got and we'll bring it back out here?" I suggested to Baroness, steering Alice to the only easy chair in the room. Pointing to the seat, I told the nympho- "Hands on the seat Bunny Girl. Ass high. Wait here."

The room Baroness led me into could best be described as a pervert's wet dream. Along one wall stood a series of plastic drawers from Walmart or the like and I could tell they were filled with dildos, vibrators, plugs and all sorts of sexual paraphernalia. The closet was stuffed to bursting with outfits- some latex, most looked like the 'sexy occupation' costumes sold in Spirit and adult stores at Halloween. One wall was dominated by a crudely constructed but assumedly fully-functional St Andrews' Cross and the nearby table with a dozen or more crops, paddles and floggers. Baroness let me look around for a bit, gathering up the spreader and latex sleeve while I pulled open a few drawers.

"You want her in here? Put her up on the Cross and beat her? She's down for it, I promise you that. Just don't leave a mark." She stood in the doorway watching me check out a few of the toys they had. "Marks cost extra."

"No thanks. Not tonight at least. It's been a long day," I grabbed the few items that stirred my imagination as being 'different', including the barely there skirt to a maid's outfit. It didn't look like it would cover Alice's round ass at all, not that I wanted it for that anyway. "Regular housework uniform?"

"As if," she snorted, leading me back out into the living room. Alice waited there patiently, her hands flat on the seat of the easy chair and her bare ass pointed to the ceiling. "Horny bitch can't even clean herself without spending ten minutes with both hands in her twat. I have to throw cold water on her to get her to stop."

"Well, it's good of you to take such good care of her then." I set my items down on the seat in front of Alice- the skirt, a ball gag, a plug, the spreader and the sleeve. "Isn't it Bunny Girl?"

"Yes sir," she moaned, opening her legs to the simple slaps I laid on her inner thighs. I'd normally say something like 'she was wet and ready' at this point, but it feels redundant. Instead, I just turned to Baroness and held up the pink silicone sorta-horseshoe-shaped vibe. "Fully charged?"

"Yeah," she retorted, sorting out the buckles and straps of the sleeve. "Took her out to the club the other night. Between that and the glory hole, we pulled in rent for the month. Plugged it in as soon as we got back and I bleached it."

Hoping that was metaphorical bleach and not the real stuff, I spread Alice's pussy lips and slipped the vibe in place easily. Purring and squirming at the long-anticipated penetration, she made sure it took a bit to make sure it was seated properly to stimulate her clit and G-spot. By the time I was finished, she'd leaked enough fluid to make lubricating the plug easy. She took it hungrily, her asshole grabbing ahold of the fattest part pushed through her ring and pulled it into place inside without much help from me. I took the time to admire the art on her right cheek- what I had thought was an Easter egg was really the famous Playboy Bunny symbol done up in an Easter egg pattern. After testing both to make sure they lit up and vibrated the way I wanted them too, I helped her step into the micro maid skirt and brought it up into place.

"What ARE you doing?" Baroness asked, obligingly tucking Alice's arms into the sleeve behind her back and slowly cinching it tight. Each tug and buckle pulled her arms closer together, shoulders back and heavy fat tits more prominent (Not that they needed help being front and center mind you!).

"Patience," I cautioned, moving Alice to one side of the chair, facing away. I knelt again, guiding her to open her legs so I could secure them a little more than shoulder-width apart with the spreader. For a second I looked at the latex-clad leg beside me and said: "Should be fishnets to complete look, but that's really more of a Christmas thing I guess."

"What?" groused Baroness, leaning down to hear me better. I stood up and checked Alice's positioning once more.

"Fishnet stockings," I said, fumbling to get the straps of the ball gag now resting neatly in Alice's mouth in place before giving up and letting her owner handle it. "If this were Christmastime, she should be wearing fishnet stockings and a red skirt. But it's not, so it doesn't matter."

She looked at me as though having second thoughts.

"Look," I explained, going back to where I had dropped my bag of books by the door. "You approached me in the bookstore because you thought I might be a bit more 'entertaining' than the locals, right? Not because they are dumb per se, but they don't see the need to try with her. She's an easy fuck and they know the going rates. This is maybe not the 'different' you were expecting right off the bat, but it's not the same-old/same-old either."

"Kinda boring you ask me," she challenged, especially when I reached down between Alice's legs to turn on the pink Lovense nestled in her pussy.

"Are you familiar at all with the porn star Stoya? Stoya Doll? No?" I tilted Alice forward a bit, making her stick her ass up and out just a little more. "Just like that Bunny Girl. Stay right there."

I grabbed out a book- one of the cheap porn store novels called 'Part-Time Slut' with a naked woman kneeling in a circle of men on the cover. This sort of book is heavy on the sex scenes, weak on the plot. Chekov's Books taken from the old storytelling axiom of 'Chekov's Gun- if a gun appears in the story, it must be relative to the story, but with books instead of a gun. Nodding at the appropriateness, I took up my place in the easy chair, inviting the Baroness to resume her seat on the couch.

"Here's the game," I finally got around to explaining with an evil grin. "The vibe in her pussy is a voice and sound activated Lovense, as you know. It transmits any sounds we make into vibrations against her clit and so on. Very effective in a dance club, but still stimulating when two people are having a conversation.

"Or reading out loud."

Alice was already moaning and squirming as the vibe in her pussy quietly did it's work. The Baroness, having thrown herself back onto the couch in a bored huff, leaned forward with interest once more. I waved the book a little to make my point.

"Stoya Doll, who I think is either retired now or semi-retired, did a very quiet little porn series called 'Hysterical Literature' where she and other models and actresses would sit on vibrators and read their favorite passages from erotic literature out loud until they climaxed. I don't THINK they were using sound activated toys at the time though, so this is a spin on that. What I am going to do is simply read this book (With your help if you are so inclined.), out loud, and see how many times my reading can make our little Bunny Girl here cum in a half-hour or so."

"Okay, you've got me interested now," Baroness said, getting up to get me a beer while I settled in to start reading. "What happens at the end of the half hour?"

"We get some takeout, Bunny Girl here cock-warms me with her mouth five minutes for every orgasm she has..."

"She already owes you ten minutes."

"Good to know. And at the end of that time, then I'll either enjoy some of her other delights, or I'll just fuck her face until I get off. Whichever seems like the best choice at the time." Alice shivered beside me, moaning. I noticed peaks appearing on either side of the COBRA logo too.

"Fifteen. One last question, then you can get started."

"Shoot."

"Why the skirt?"

"Oh, that's easy." I picked up the remote from the arm of the chair and flicked it on. Alice let out a squeal because the plug in her ass started a separate vibration effect as well as bathing the armchair with light from the faceted end.

"For you, she's usually a fucktoy. But tonight, she's our reading lamp and she needed a lampshade. Shall we begin?"