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ALICE EARNS HER LEATHERS [ part 2 ] Alice turned back from gazing at the disappearing backs of the two London Bobbies. "This is not the car we came to London in. And were is the chaffer ? she asked the two new females in front. "We are attached to the London office of the Estate Lady Alice. The Manor Rolls has returned to the manor were it belongs" the one occupying the front passenger seat respectively replied. "OK, but could you at least tell me your names and not call me Lady Alice in public" she asked, glancing out the window as the car weaved it’s way through the heavy traffic. " The driver is Catherine, your chaffer and I am Charlotte your bodyguard, while you are in London Lady Alice. Unfortunately we can only refer to you as Alice when you inform us beforehand, for each situation." Our instructions are from your mother directly" We would appreciate being informed of any "Private" visits you wish to have while in London and we will keep out of sight" The bodyguard went on. "Do you mean I will never be able to go out without you lot hanging around for all the time I will be in London?" a very annoyed Alice barked back. "Lady Alice you a one of the wealthiest little girls in the Britain" On par with Onasis’s granddaughter. You are to be presented at court in the fall, and many expect you to be on England’s Olympic Equestrian team one day" The body guard turning in her seat informed her. "But the holding corporation is in my name. You all work for me, not my parents" a very angry Alice retorted. "The holding corporation may be in your name, but we are charged with keeping you safe as our families have for generations. We do not "Work" for you but have been raised to protect you as our families contribution to the household. You will find most of the people around you knew that they would be looking after you the day you were born" the bodyguard calmly went on. "Our parents were among those who witnessed your presentation to the household by your mother. Our parents, as well as many others committed their female children to you the day you were born’ As the bodyguard went on and the Rolls drove through the normal London streets. Alice could hardly believe what she was hearing, her life orchestrated from birth? "Seven generations ago our families swore allegiance to yours. Swore everbinding oath’s to protect and support it. And yours in return swore to protect and support ours. We have found many peoples of different cultures have entered into family associations such as ours." "As your households wealth increased, all the families shared in proportion to their contributions. Everyone benefits. Our parents worked faithfully for the household here and in many of it’s offices across the world, and now enjoy a comfortable retirement’ "If your mother would have been able to return to the manor with you, she would have told you the family history. And Terrisa would have, except you have been running off every morning to pretending to be Mary in order to acclimate yourself to what you assumed were to be your surroundings" "But those are not your surroundings. You are Lady Alice, of Noble Blood. And therefor a target for kidnappers and charlatans. All after your pretty little body and enormous wealth." she then turned and resumed facing front. Alice sat stunned in the back seat. These revelations greatly depressed her. Was her future one of tight control predetermined by a council of elders ? The Rolls entered the circle around some tall column and was brought to a halt by the volume of traffic. Alice, without thinking, wrenched the door open and raced off through the traffic as fast as she could run. And a terrified little girl, with the adrenaline pumping, can run very fast. "Dam, you had better bring her back if you family wants a future" The chaffer yelled to the bodyguard as they glimpsed Alice disappearing into the crowds. Alice dodged and weaved avoiding the cars as they lurched forward through the traffic. Once on the sidewalk her lithe frame enabled her to squeeze between people. Moving through the river of people faster than any adult following. At the first intersection she turned right, back along the route the Rolls had followed. She dared not stop, even though breath now came in great gulps. After a few blocks the crowds began to thin and Alice grew apprehensive. She would be easier to spot now. An alley way appeared, apparently in the right direction and she sprinted into it. A mistake, as it was dark and dank. Partially blocked with metal dumpsters overflowing with ripe restaurant garbage. Alice dodged around one particularly odorous pile and right into the arms of a young oriental man in white. The half smoked cigarette dangling out of his mouth went flying as they both slipped in the slimy refuse. His language was a mystery to Alice, but the anger on his face was not. Grabbing her as she attempted to run off and dragged her inside. Inside was a very hot bustling restaurant kitchen full of similarly clad oriental men industriously cooking with large oriental woks. None even looked up as her captor dragged Alice through the bustling crowd. He effortlessly pulled her down a short hall and literally threw her into a room piled high with bags. As Alice bounced off one pile onto the floor, he slammed the door and locked it from the outside. Alice screamed and pounded on the door until she was horse, and her fists ached, to no evail. "Is it my lot in life to be confined?’ Alice’s depressed mind wondered." No matter what I do, or where I go I cannot escape my destiny". That horrid man in the leather shop just wants to rape me. The other train me to be a pony girl. The red head wants to make me another of her pets. Terisa wants to make me into a medieval Princess and everyone else at the manor wants me to be a Barbie Doll figure head. And even Mike will hate me when he finds out who I really am. Tears streamed down her beautiful little face. " I might as well be dead" Just then the door opened and an oriental girl about Alice’s age walked in. She wore a classical Oriental one piece dress from upright collar to knee, with slits to thigh up either hip. A perfect round oriental face with her long jet black hair tied up on the top of her head. It trailed down the middle of her back, gently swaying as she walked in. Black low heels complemented the outfit. "My cousin has told me you attacked him in the alley, causing him to fall, spilling the garbage he carefully pilled up all over the place, did you?’ with a perfect British accent. "No, I just ran in to him as I was trying to get out of the alley as fast as I could" Alice replied, softly. All her horse voice box would allow. "I believe you, he is really a lazy lout. But my uncle ordered you will have to pay for cleaning his uniform by helping waitress. My sister is off sick and you will fill in". The girl told her in a tone indicating she expected compliance. "OK, I will give it a try, but I must warn you, I have no waitress experience" Alice softly answered. "Neither had my sister, but she survived" at this the girl ushered Alice out and across the hall. This room was a staff change room with rows of lockers down either side and a closet pole holding white uniforms. With Millia, for that name was on the golden tag pinned above her left breast, assisting Alice removed the leather wear down to thong and boots.. They were placed, with her purse in an unused locker by Millia, who pocked the key. "Very Sexy, when she saw the thong. My father would strap my hide if I ever tried to wear anything like that" Then she removed to another locker and removed an identical dress, handing it to Alice. "As we are about the same size, this will fit you, well sort off" this was as she had to struggle with the rear neck to pert bottom zipper. Alice being about two size’s of breast and rear larger. A mirror occupied the rear of the entrance door and Alice instinctively checked herself out turning slightly to check the rear view. " Another mirror door leading to a new life?" Alice wondered. A just under five foot curvaceous little creature looked unashamedly back. From the long top knotted ponytail of blond hair cascading down her back. The too young to look so sexy face held pouty "Kiss Me" lips. A pair of tits that were attempting to burst out of the green silk dress, over a dead flat stomach. The thin girly hips may have hinted at her true age, but the tightly compressed rear but cheeks were a question maker. And as she moved her leg forward, and the thigh high slip opened. It was very clear there were no panties underneath.
That proved very prophetic. Waitresses work very hard for their money. Especially in a multi plate per customer order oriental restaurant. And Alice found even working in a very high class Chinese restaurant did not prevent the clientele from pinching or grabbing the tight rear cheeks of a nearby waitress. The gender of the patron did not appear to be a factor. At first it greatly annoyed her, but at a little slowdown Millia pointed out, they usually over tipped for the privilege. Alice’s glass jay behind the bar was half again as full as any other waitress that night, and she had the sore bum cheeks to prove it. The boy Alice had bumped into in the alley scowled at her every time he cleared one of her tables. Actually she later realized he scowled all the time. Millia’s answer to her "Why?’ was he thought he was too good to be just a busboy, and hated having to do manual work with the rest. He also had a go at grabbing at Alice’s rear and tits. And even tried sliding hid hands up inside the slits of her dress every time they brushed close in the kitchen. Alice was simply both too tired and inexperienced to thwart his probing hands. At the end of the night, a tired Alice gathered around one table with the rest of the staff. Everyone’s glass jar sat in front of them. Alice’s was almost full. An elderly oriental gentleman placed a large glass bowl in the center of the table. First Millia, then in turn each of the other girls dumped their tip jar in. Alice picked up hers and tried to do the same, but the man stopped her. "We are family and share both good and bad fortune, you were forced to work with us, and are not required to share" Millia pointed out. "I am still going to" , Alice said, dumping her jar in. When it was all counted in, and each received a share, including one equal portion to the restaurant, Alice had a ziplock bag holding a hundred and eleven pounds in front of her. These were then put in takeout bags and locked in the office safe until the banks opened Monday. Everyone stood up and headed for the front exit. Outside they walked off in different directions. Millia turned to Alice, who stood just inside the darkened door and said. "Do you have anywhere to go ?" "No" Alice forlornly replied. "Then wait right here, I will fetch your clothes and purse as I go out for my old car. You can come home to my parents house. Watch for it, and get in when I stop outside and beep. It took about ten minuets, but finally an old car with a girl driving pulled up and beeped outside. Alice hurried out and jumped in the front passenger seat. As the car accelerated away, someone reached from the back and held a cloth over Alice’s face. With consciousness drifting away, Alice heard " I knew it was her the minute I laid eyes on that pair of tits, it’s the girl from the cage in Thomas’s shop we tried to borrow this afternoon. And a little oriental piece stuffed in the trunk, thrown in for your amusement too" |