It had to have gone somewhere… It couldn’t have just vanished… Alice tapped her temple in annoyance, trying to remember where she’d left it. Maybe if she retraced her steps through the day…
Well, the first step was obvious… After leaving home, she’d come into the studio, ready for the morning broadcast… She couldn’t have left it there, that would be silly… After all, she’d had to leave almost immediately, to brief Paul, the guy she’d been going to interview…
So maybe she’d left it in the briefing room? That could’ve happened, she supposed. She’d been so enraptured by what he’d been telling her about that it could’ve easily disappeared sometime around then… But no, that couldn’t be it… They’d moved to a back room shortly afterwards for him to show her something, and she felt sure she would’ve brought it in with her.
So could it have been in the back room? She supposed it could’ve… She just hadn’t been focusing on it… She’d been staring at the screen he showed her, the iridescent spiral spinning and swirling, and swirling and spinning… And then… And then… Well, the rest was fuzzy, but one thing was for certain – he had made her cum, over and over again, until she had no idea where it had gone…
‘Ohhhhhh…’ Alice moaned, as the realisation struck her all of a sudden. That’s where her mind had gone… It had dripped out of her cunt, and now she was an empty little dolly, just like the rest of Paul’s girls…
((Alice Levine, as requested by @deeperinmypower ))
Lovely stuff from @the-amber-psyche 🙂