Alice Returns (Doxy Parcel) by Nicole Ryan

Alice couldn’t help but stare at the man standing one row over from her in the line at her bank. The long brown hair… the way he held his fist under his chin, it was definitely March, only he was different. He didn’t fidget at all, his long hair was combed neatly into a ponytail at the back of his head and he seemed to stand tall, and proud… dignified. Alice’s eyes drifted over his silver suit, down to his black shoes, taking in his handsome profile as he lifted his fist from under his chin, and let out a soft cough before glancing at his watch. As if sensing her gaze on him, his eyes shifted in her direction and Alice quickly turned her head to look out the window.
    “Next?” The teller called and Alice stepped up to the desk , careful to keep her face turned away from the man she was sure was March.
    “I’d like to make a deposit please.” Alice said, sliding the white envelope to the woman.
    A couple of hours later, Alice was making her way from her apartment and down to the waiting limo, the sun had just set, the air was cool, all the stars visible in the sky already.
    “Everything is in the cabinet, Alice. We will arrive in about ten minutes.” The driver said, his chocolate eyes meeting hers through the mirror.
    “Ten? But last time…”
    “ You’ll find that many of our clients have more than one residence.” He said with finality and Alice nodded as they pulled away from the front of her building.
    Alice quickly shrugged her sweat shirt and pants off, an d pulled out a piece of lingerie that resembled little maid outfit, but instead of white and black, it was white and powder blue, with matching pumps. There was no crotch at all, and the white part was made of soft mesh that went along her arms and hooked over her middle finger. There was a little skirt that didn’t quite cover her ass, and thigh high white stockings that had little powder blue bows at the top.
    Beside the pumps, a tall, slender black tube stood atop a small silver tin. Alice lifted the tube, and turned it over. It was lipstick, called crimson rose . Alice lifted the pretty tin and opened it, on the inside of the lid was a small round mirror, and Alice gazed in it as she carefully applied the deep shade to her lips as the car bounced and rocked.
    A fter she was happy with the color, Alice glanced down and noticed that there was something under the square of tissue paper inside the base of the tin, and she lifted it away, revealing two chocolates. They were the same size and color as the chocolates she’d had before, except in the middle of the little rabbits, were pink bows wrapped around their necks. Alice popped one of the chocolates in before she quickly pulled the revealing uniform, and matching heels on.
    As the car slowed, and pulled up outside a large brick cottage that was covered on one side with Ivy attractively lit with white twinkling lights. Alice placed the second chocolate on her tongue, the chocolate minty flavor spread over her tongue deliciously. The driver came around to open the door for her, and Alice stepped out careful not to scuff the heels in the gravel driveway.
    “What is your name?” Alice asked.
    The driver smiled without looking up as he bound her wrists together. Slowly he walked around behind her and placed the silk tie over her eyes, securing it gently. He led her over the gravel walkway with her bound hands in one of his and his arm wrapped around her waist. Alice could smell the woodsy scent of his cologne, and felt the heat of his body against hers. Her feet were silent over the thick brown carpet; there was a golden glow to the room that she could just make out below the blindfold, the house seemed very cozy and warm.
    The driver turned her into a room, and placed her on a small daybed that sat against the opposite wall of the door. She smiled under the blindfold as he leaned down to her ear and whispered, his hands resting over hers as they were folded in her lap.
    “Daniel.” He said,