Secret Surrender Page 8

  The girl’s room was lit by a single lamp, over which was strewn a lace scarf, casting a soft dappled shade over the room. The bed, in the middle of the room, was covered in a cheap nylon counterpane. Alice could virtually feel the static electricity crackling just by looking at it. The thought of the expensive, high-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets on her bed at home reminded her how far removed this girl and her room were from her usual starched, laundered life. The idea thrilled her and made her crave stimulation. Alice could not wait to get naked with the girl. She pressed 50 euros into the girl’s hand, money that had been thrown at her naked, crouching body in the back of the car only minutes before. As the girl’s eyes widened in appreciation, Alice could tell that she had paid over the odds. She didn’t care.

  ‘What’s your name?’ Alice asked the girl whose room she stood in.

  ‘Sylvie,’

  ‘Well, Sylvie,’ said Alice. ‘I’d like to see you take your clothes off for me.’ It felt so good to be the one giving the orders after having obeyed Jacques’ commands for so long. Alice felt like she was reclaiming some of her dignity. Even if Jacques did expose her secret, at least she would always know that she had got one over on him by sneaking this liaison with Sylvie.

  Alice watched, transfixed, as Sylvie removed the denim jacket to reveal a pair of splendid globe-shaped breasts, squeezed almost up to her chin by a basque made of red and black satin. As Alice had hoped, the spare flesh on Sylvie’s belly spilled out underneath and over the top of the garment. Alice felt her pussy, so recently pounded by a stranger’s cock, begin to swell and lift, and knew that her orgasm, when it came, was going to be one of the sweetest and strongest she’d ever had.

  ‘Here,’ said Alice, as Sylvie began to unlace her corset. ‘Let me help you with that.’ Inches away from the prostitute, Alice tugged at the thin black ribbon which held the boned fabric together. Faster than she had expected, the top fell open at the front, revealing her breasts, extremely firm for their size. Round, large, dark pinky-brown nipples pointed slightly upwards and, as Alice took a breast in each hand, she was delighted and gratified to see that they began to stiffen and protrude. Alice had never seen another pair of tits react like this. Sylvie’s nipples grew and grew until they were at least an inch long, sticking out like clothes pegs. Their tawny colour indicated that Sylvie would have a dark bush. She was not like Julie, fair and rosy and freckled, but olive-skinned.

  Alice felt her own breasts respond in kind, and moaned with delight when Sylvie caressed her shoulders and gently pulled down the Lycra straps that held her own pink clingy dress in place. The two women were now inches apart, both topless. It was hard to say who moved towards whom as they pressed themselves together and began to kiss. Sylvie’s full lips were so soft that Alice felt as though she were kissing a flower. The soft velvety petals parted to reveal and welcome her into a large, sweet-tasting mouth and a probing tongue which explored Alice’s own mouth languidly at first. As the two women’s breasts rubbed together, Alice’s puffy nipples colliding with Sylvie’s bullet-shaped ones, the kiss became more urgent. Sylvie raised a hand to run her fingers through Alice’s hair. In the nick of time, Alice remembered that she was wearing a long black wig. Abruptly she snatched Sylvie’s hand and, because she wanted it there as well as to distract her attention from her hair, placed it on her hip, hoping that Sylvie would follow her lead and peel down her skirt.

  Sylvie pulled away, and Alice was thrilled to see that the girl’s innocent-looking face had been smeared with her own hot-pink whore’s lipstick, on her lips and all over her cheeks where their mouths had clashed in a tournament of tongues.

  ‘God, this is horny,’ breathed Sylvie as Alice slowly slid her hands into the waistband of her hotpants. ‘You’re horny. Let me tell you, you’re making me wetter than any male client has for a long, long time.’ Alice was delirious with lust now, and Sylvie’s words only further stoked the fire burning in her pussy. She dropped to her knees, the over-the-knee white boots providing a barrier between her skin and the carpeted floor. She wanted her first glimpse of Sylvie’s bush to be at eye level, and she wanted to know just how wet the girl was. She unfastened the first button of Sylvie’s shorts and was delighted by the little pink marks the tight clothes had made on her skin, and by the overspill of her voluptuous flesh when it was liberated. Alice kissed the skin below Sylvie’s navel, greedily sucking at the flesh, leaving a hot pink lipstick smear on the flawless skin. She could smell Sylvie’s pussy, the musk of her arousal intensified by a cunt encased in tight leather hotpants.

  Alice leaned back and Sylvie stretched her arms over her head, lifting those stupendous breasts so that Alice could admire their undersides. With one swift movement, Alice pulled down Sylvie’s shorts, bringing the fishnet tights down too so that they were puddled around her ankles. Sylvie’s muff was a dark brown, luxuriant triangle but she parted her dewy thighs to reveal that her pussy lips and arsehole were waxed as bare as Alice’s own cunt. Alice buried her face in Sylvie’s soft, glossy pubic hair, before letting her tongue part the top of her pussy and push back the clitoral hood. The bead of flesh which her tongue exposed was erect and pulsating like a mini-penis. Funny how you never forget how to do some things, Alice thought, as she administered a series of featherlight flicks to Sylvie’s clit, simultaneously hitching her pink and metallic dress up around her own waist, and touching herself between her legs, sliding her middle finger deep inside her cunt to lubricate it before furiously rubbing her own pulsating clitoris.

  Sylvie’s knees began to quiver and she dropped to the floor, pulling Alice down to the carpet with her. Alice was momentarily distracted by a book that lay open and face down by the side of the bed. It was an acting book, one that she had studied herself while she was at drama school. This glimpse into the world of a really struggling actress made Alice grateful that she had never known what it was like to be out of work. She felt a momentary surge of guilt at her own good fortune and was reminded that Pierre had helped to make her career, and here she was betraying him by fucking another woman in a back street of Paris. But as Sylvie leaned over her and let a stiff brown nipple dangle tantalisingly close to Alice’s lips, she realised there was no time for guilt, only for hot, horny passion. She wrapped her mouth around the other woman’s breast and sucked, greedily.

  The two women began to roll together on the shiny carpet, their pussies rubbing together, swelling and moistening all the while until it was impossible to tell whose juice was whose. They kissed greedily, allowing their breasts to clash and become entangled, rolling over and over and over together so that one minute Alice was on top, bearing down on Sylvie with all her weight, while the next minute Sylvie would be on top, grinding down into Alice’s body and threatening to suffocate her. They clawed at each other’s bodies, grabbed each other’s breasts and shook and jiggled them, delighting in their differences. Alice propped herself up on her forearms and dangled a breast over Sylvie’s mouth. Sylvie took her cue and placed the whole of her soft, voluptuous mouth around the tiny breast. With her free hand she flattened her palm and began to rub Alice’s vulva in a smooth, flat motion that created just enough friction to bring Alice to the edge of orgasm. Then she broke away, and turned her body around so that she was underneath Alice with her head at her feet in a 69 position.

  Mouths on each other’s cunts, both women delved voraciously. Sylvie tasted as good as she smelled, and Alice could feel her clit erect and sensitive, growing harder as she licked it and teased it with the tip of her nose. She moaned underneath Alice and the two women fell into a perfect rhythm, rocking, sucking, bucking together. Alice knew that Sylvie was about to come because her body tensed and she sucked at Alice’s clit as though drinking milk from a teat. Alice felt the rapid contractions of Sylvie’s pussy on her mouth as she surrendered to the orgasm. Sylvie let out a low moan of pleasure before saying, ‘I’m coming hard, I’m coming, I’m coming …’

  Alice followed suit, the tension that had been buildin
g in her body finally exploding, allowing herself to collapse on the soft bed of Sylvie’s belly. The two women lay like this for a few seconds, both spent by their orgasms, occasionally planting cooling kisses on each other’s clits. Alice felt Sylvie’s warm breath caressing her satiated pussy and arsehole, and when she saw liquid silk pooling out of Sylvie’s pussy, she could not resist licking it from the swollen, dark red flesh.

  ‘That’s the best 50 euros I’ve ever spent,’ Alice mumbled into Sylvie’s damp bush.

  ‘It’s certainly the best 50 euros I’ve ever earned,’ replied the satisfied whore.

  The relaxed atmosphere in the room vanished with the click of the door opening. Alice felt Sylvie’s body stiffen.

  ‘Who the fuck are you? How did you get into my room?’ Alice did not share Sylvie’s panic, although she felt terribly exposed with her spread pussy and arsehole, still dripping and swollen, pointed towards the open door. She could not see the intruder from her position, but she knew who it was.

  ‘It’s cool, Sylvie, he’s come for me,’ said Alice, raising herself to a crouching position and turning to face Jacques. Sylvie gathered the scarf that had been draped over the lamp, and gathered it about herself to cover her body. After her orgasm, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes bright. Her hair tumbled over dimpled shoulders, making her look like a figure from a Renaissance painting. Alice sat on the floor with her knees on one side.

  ‘You’ve cheated.’ Jacques’ voice was harsh. ‘The deal was that you fucked one man and gave me the money. But you ran away from me again. I knew you would. I followed the car round to the alleyway, and listened to the sound of him fucking you. I looked in the window and saw you spread your arse while he stuck it in you. God, you fucking loved it. I stood there with my dick in my hand, getting harder and harder by the second.’ Jacques took a step towards Alice where she lay trembling, and went to pull her up by the hair. The wig came off in his hand. As Alice’s own fair hair tumbled about her shoulders, she was instantly recognisable. Sylvie gasped in disbelief as Jacques continued to talk.

  ‘It’s appropriate that I made you act the whore. After all, that’s what you’ve been doing with your husband all this time, isn’t it? Sleeping your way to the top? Don’t look at me like that. I know he can’t do to you what I can. It came so naturally to you in the back of that car … you got so horny you had to go and get a bit of pussy. I didn’t say you could do that, and I’ll think of a way to punish you later. But for now,’ he leered, his hand going to his crotch, ‘I think the least you can do is help me to get rid of this hard-on.’

  He held Alice by her real hair this time, roughly forcing her around and on to her knees. His dick was out of his trousers and in her face before she had time to protest: the tip of it was bashing against her oesophagus, making her gag, but tasting so good and feeling so right she grabbed his arse and pushed it deeper down her throat. He rammed his dick as hard as he could, causing whiplash in her neck, fucking her face mercilessly. Her tits brushed against his knees and his balls slapped against her chin.

  ‘Taste it, you greedy little bitch.’ Alice made muffled moans of satisfaction, and was astonished once more to feel herself becoming aroused, her aching pussy which had so recently been pounded by a stranger’s cock and sucked to orgasm becoming damp again. She wasn’t the only one ready for round two: she became aware of Sylvie on the bed behind them and letting her scarf fall from her body, crawling closer to the couple, squeezing and massaging her breasts and licking her lips. The sight of voluptuous Sylvie getting off was too much for Jacques and he came with an animal yowl. Hot salty spunk cascaded over Alice’s face, stinging her eyes and filling up her nose and mouth, dribbling down her chest. She lapped it up hungrily and so did Sylvie, sucking the cream out of the little hollow at the base of Alice’s neck, wrapping her tongue around the skinny girl’s collar-bone. Sylvie worked her way up Alice’s neck, laving her with her tongue like a cat, until their lips were touching. Greedily, Sylvie drank the spunk from Alice’s mouth, tongue travelling over teeth, not wanting to waste a drop. As they pulled apart, their mouths remained joined by a trickle of semen, a thin elastic strand of liquid which eventually broke in two, and landed with a slap on Sylvie’s tits. Alice gently and tenderly massaged the milky balm into the other woman’s full breasts. Jacques observed this tender scene with apparent disinterest, shaking his dick and flicking the remaining drops of cum in their direction. Tiny beads of it decorated the curls of Sylvie’s hair like jewels. Jacques kicked the bag containing Alice’s clothes and handbag into the centre of the room, tucked his dick into his jeans and left without a word or a backward glance. Silence filled the room.

  ‘Well,’ said Sylvie. ‘I don’t know about you, but I need a smoke.’ She reached into her bedside drawer, her round breasts falling to one side as she pulled out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. Alice gratefully took the cigarette that was offered to her, the nicotine rush enhancing her post-orgasmic, blissed-out state.

  ‘I don’t believe it. Alice Daumier. In my apartment. On my face!’ It was so bizarre that Sylvie began to giggle. Her laughter was so warm that Alice couldn’t help but join in. ‘What the fucking hell are you doing here?’

  What was the point of lying? Sylvie would probably be on the phone to the press the second she left the door. If she was going to be exposed, they might as well get the story straight.

  ‘He’s an ex. The ex,’ she said, and Sylvie nodded, understanding. ‘He’s got some dirt on me from years ago, before I was famous. If it gets out, my career’s over and so’s my marriage. He’s blackmailing me, I suppose, putting me through all these little tests, making me play his sex games, dancing to his tune. I’m completely at his mercy. And then I saw you there, and you looked so horny, I just wanted to do something spontaneous, for myself.’

  ‘There’s more to it than that,’ said Sylvie, producing a bottle of brandy from her bedside drawer and offering the bottle to Alice before taking a swig herself. ‘I’ve seen the way you were sucking his dick. You enjoyed it just as much as he did.’

  What is my life coming to, thought Alice, when I am naked, getting drunk with a whore in this awful part of town? I barely recognise the way I am behaving. But she felt comfortable in Sylvie’s presence. As the clock struck one, Alice realised it was time to go. Sylvie would need to get back to work.

  ‘I should go,’ she said, and then, awkwardly, ‘I’ve taken up so much of your time tonight. Keep the other 50 euros.’

  ‘I wouldn’t have gone back on the street tonight anyway,’ replied Sylvie. ‘What happened between us tonight was so delicious I couldn’t bear to take a regular client.’ Then confusion and hurt clouded her features. ‘I don’t want money for silence or anything, you know. You can trust me.’ Alice looked at the round, honest eyes and believed her.

  ‘Although there’s one thing I’d like.’ Alice’s heart sank. Here comes the blackmail.

  ‘What?’

  ‘I’d love to keep this pink dress and these boots.’

  Alice smiled with relief.

  ‘They’re yours,’ she said, and paused to imagine Sylvie in the hot pink dress with the cutaway sides, flesh spilling over the side and the chainmail scratching her, her smooth milky thighs spilling over the tops of the boots. ‘On one condition. You can’t try them on now. You’d look so horny in them that I’d probably have to fuck you all over again and quite frankly I need to go home, calm down, have a shower, go to bed and get my head around all this. I think if I have another orgasm tonight I might actually die of pleasure.’

  Sylvie threw back her head and roared a throaty, sexy laugh.

  ‘It’s a deal,’ she replied. ‘If you ever want to hang out here again, you know where to find me.’ She wrote her number on a slip of paper.

  The two women exchanged a long, lingering kiss goodbye. Sylvie’s mouth tasted of brandy, cigarettes, spunk and Alice’s own pussy.

  Dressed in the clothes she had left the house in, Alice wrapped the scarf
around her head, went out on to the street and hailed a cab. As the rainy streets flew past the window, the seedy district gradually transformed itself into her own chic neighbourhood. She thought about what Sylvie had said. Was she going along with Jacques’ games because she was scared of being exposed, or because she was addicted to him? The truth scared and aroused her.

  CHAPTER NINE

  ALICE CAME HOME from her big audition in a bad mood. This thing with Jacques was completely jangling her nerves, and she had fluffed her lines and not been able to fake chemistry with her potential new co-star. What a waste of a 400 euro dress, she thought, looking down at the black knee-length outfit she had invested in specifically for the audition. It sculpted her figure into an hourglass shape, but it had not worked its magic today. Soon, thought Alice, Jacques might expose me and I will never be able to afford a dress like this again. Is it even worth going to auditions any more? Will I ever be able to concentrate on acting again? I don’t even have Jacques’ guarantee that when he has finished playing his games with me he will leave me alone and that I will have the tape in my possession.