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Alice's Acting Adventures: Chapter 5 - First Time

by Piper

mc; drug; F+g; Fdom; oral; mast

Alice flashed a cheeky smile and then put a finger to her lips, inviting the camera to join her in her secret as she lifted up a carton of milk. Her blonde hair hung loosely behind her shoulders, brushed back carefully by a stylist. Subtle touches of makeup darkened her eyebrows and accented her eyes, bringing out a shade more of their rich blue color. Hot studio lights glared down at the slender girl, who did her best to shut them out – along with the dozen crew members watching her – and act natural.

The morning had passed by in a frenzy, beginning with Alice's mother taking her to the studio at 8:00 AM. About an hour was spent making Alice look prettier: brushing her hair, applying makeup, and making her change into a blue dress to bring out her eyes even more. Then she, Jason, and the director ran through lines a few times, with the director offering comments to both of them. By the time filming actually began, Alice was tired but somewhat more comfortable in her role. It did not involve a wide acting range, and after running through lines, she felt that she could play the part well.

The director was an energetic woman who was probably in her mid-thirties but acted as if she was still a film major in college. Her brown hair was tied back in a ponytail and she was dressed casually in a t-shirt and denim shorts. She wore a strong, flowery perfume but almost no makeup. During their informal rehearsal, the director was open to both Jason's and Alice's ideas although the woman made the final decision. Jason had driven himself to the studio but Alice's mother drove her, and stayed on set, and Alice had the impression that the director thought Nicole Tucker was getting underfoot. The director finally led Nicole out of the studio and she had not returned, although the director had. In the rush of activity, Alice barely noticed the absence.

Now, the crew was finishing arrangements for the final scene. Jason had already kept the cereal away from Alice – only to find that there was no milk at home – and Alice had revealed to the camera that she had hidden the milk from her “brother.” The final scene would simply be Alice sitting at a table and happily eating a big spoonful of the cereal. The director had told her to chew for several seconds because a logo would fade in on top of her face. Jason's part was done so he had left the studio to catch the remainder of his high school classes for the day. Alice had already been excused from all of her classes today, provided that she made up the work.

When the crew was ready, Alice took her seat at the table. All she had to do was give an impish smile, shovel the cereal – which she personally did not care for – into her mouth, and maintain a happy expression as she chewed. As soon as she wrapped her lips around the spoon, though, her smile soured and she dipped her head forward, spitting out the cereal into the bowl. The milk had been on set all morning, unrefrigerated, and the crew had poured the bowl of cereal almost 10 minutes ago as they were setting up the scene. The result was a warm mix of vaguely-sweet sludge.

“Cut.” The director was by Alice's side in moments. “What's wrong, sweetie?”

“It's, uh, it's all warm and soggy,” Alice said, her face still puckered as she looked up at the director from her chair.

The woman sighed, the first indication that she was as tired from the day of filming as the rest of the crew. She knelt down next to Alice and, of all things, pulled the tween into a hug. This close, the director's perfume was the only thing that Alice could smell and it was overpowering. The floral scent flooded Alice's brain, dilating her pupils and leaving blood pounding in her head. Alice's willpower wilted as the heady aroma sapped it from her body. The director let go and stood up again. Alice angled her head upwards, her irises a thin band of blue around her black pupils.

Quietly but firmly, the director said, “You are going to smile, take a big bite of cereal, and chew it happily until I tell you to stop.”

The drugged girl bobbed her head and was still nodding as the director returned back to the monitors where she could watch the scene unfold.

“Action.”

Alice lit up with a brilliant smile. She reached out and took a large spoonful of the mushy cereal in front of her, which included some that she had spit out a minute ago. Without any drop in enthusiasm, the preteen opened her mouth and fed herself the entire mixture. She pulled the spoon from her lips, clean, and munched happily on the warm mush until the director called an end to the scene about 30 seconds later. After that, the girl sat placidly in her chair with the soggy mess growing warmer in her mouth. The director approached Alice again as the crew started cleaning up.

“Swallow.”

Alice immediately gulped down the pulp in her mouth. The woman knelt down and pulled Alice into another hug. The girl breathed in deeply, delighting in the overpowering fragrance that wafted off of the director. Over the director's shoulder, Alice saw the crew either ignoring her or smirking to themselves. Since no one interrupted them, Alice paid the crew no mind and continued dousing herself in the aroma all around the director. The woman brushed Alice's hair back behind one ear and leaned in close enough for her whisper to tickle the girl's earlobe.

“Go to the ladies' room and wait for me in the handicapped stall.”

Alice stood up as the director backed away. The tween stumbled between crew members as she made her way to the restrooms at the rear of the studio. There was no one else in the ladies' room when Alice pushed open the door and stood in the farthest stall. In under two minutes, the bathroom door opened and then shut with the click of a deadbolt. The director entered the stall along with a younger woman who had done Alice's makeup that morning.

“Kneel, Alice,” the director said. Alice crouched, dropping to her knees on the tile floor and looking up at the women. Both of the adults began stripping out of their clothes as Alice watched blankly. Once naked, the director sat down on the lip of the toilet seat, with only her butt pressed on the ceramic surface. The stylist remained standing in the stall as the director said, “Come here, sweetie.”

On her knees, Alice hobbled over until she was between the director's legs, where the woman had indicated. Unashamed of her nudity, the director looked down at Alice and said, “We're done working, Alice. There's no need to be formal. So why don't you take off that dress?”

Silently, Alice reached for the hem of her dress, still looking up at the director. She lifted it smoothly over her head and let it fall to the dirty bathroom floor. The stylist made a happy cooing noise behind Alice as the preteen waited in only her pink panties. The director spread her legs a little further, balancing precariously on the very edge of the toilet seat.

“Let's get that nasty cereal flavor out of your mouth, hmm?” the director said, gently pulling Alice's head forward until her lips rested against the woman's shaved twat. “Lick me, Alice. My pussy is the best thing you ever tasted.”

Alice pressed out with her tongue, tasting the woman's bare skin. Somehow, the perfume was strong even between the director's legs, and Alice dosed herself further on the flowery drug as she started running her tongue along the woman's soft folds. The director sighed contentedly and pressed her hand on the back of Alice's head, making the girl grind her face against the director's pussy. The tart flavor of sweat on the director's pussy lips sweetened as Alice's licking fanned the flames of arousal.

The stylist dropped to her knees behind Alice and leaned over the petite girl. While Alice's face stayed glued between the director's thighs, the younger woman's hands began roaming over Alice's budding form. The stylist massaged Alice's small breasts and then groped her way down the girl's stomach until she rested on Alice's underwear. A sharp tug pulled the panties over the curve of Alice's butt and down to her knees. In moments, the stylist's thumb was knuckle-deep inside Alice's puckered asshole and the girl gave a soundless shudder at the intrusion.

The director pulled Alice's face against her, to the point where Alice was nearly smothered for a few seconds as she tried to continue lapping at the woman's pussy. At the same time, the stylist used her free hand to invade Alice's remaining free hole. Alice jerked violently as the stylist slid a single finger inside of the tween's cunny, spearing past her hymen. As Alice whimpered, which the director enjoyed against her bare pussy, the stylist withdrew a little and then plunged in with a second finger added this time. As she tensed up from the pain and surprise, Alice clenched around the thumb wedged in her asshole.

Alice's tongue lacked experience in giving pleasure, but combined with the illicit thrill of being serviced by a preteen, it was more than enough to get the director off. The woman trembled dangerously close to the edge of her orgasm while she looked down at the little girl getting fingerbanged. Finally, the director put both hands on the back of Alice's head, cutting off the blonde's air completely as the tremors of an orgasm tore through the director. Alice made muffled sounds while the stylist quickly pistoned fingers in the tween's ass and cunny.

When the director let go, still breathing hard, Alice slumped to the floor and took greedy lungfuls of air. The woman behind her withdrew her hands and wiped them daintily on Alice's bare thigh. After the preteen's gasping subsided, the director commanded her to sit up. Alice pushed herself into a sitting position on the tile floor and looked up, her eyes still dilated from the scent filling the stall. Behind her, the stylist was re-dressing efficiently and with only an occasional glance down at the preteen.

“You were very good, Alice,” the director said, stroking the side of the girl's face before standing up from the toilet and beginning to dress herself. “I hope you get cast in one of my projects again someday. For now, why don't we get dressed?”

Alice stood up, oblivious to her cramped muscles and her knees, red from rubbing against the floor. She pulled her panties back up properly around her waist and then bent to retrieve her dress. After turning it inside out so that it was normal, Alice pulled the dress on over her head and let the fabric unfurl to cover her body. The women were done dressing moments later and wordlessly guided Alice out of the stall and unlocked the bathroom door. With the director next to her, Alice remained in the thrall of the perfume and allowed the director to steer her outside.

The small party crossed in front of the water fountains and went into the door of the men's restroom. There were no men in the room, but in the handicapped stall, Alice saw her mother. Nicole Tucker was sitting on the toilet completely naked with her legs spread lewdly. Cum dripped from seemingly every part of Nicole's pale skin. It was streaked through her hair, smeared over her face, and oozing down from various spots on her chest, stomach, arms, and legs. She had made no effort to clean herself, even of the small trickles running from the corner of her mouth and from her pussy into the toilet bowl. In addition to the semen, the words “Annoying Bitch” had been written across her breasts with marker. Like her makeup, the marker had run in places where cum had been smeared over it.

When Nicole saw the group, she started to stand up, looking at the director rather than her daughter. Before the woman could rise, though, the director barked, “Stay down.”

Nicole slumped back against the toilet immediately but she remained alert and fixated on the other woman. The director sighed and stepped into the stall, bending close to Nicole without touching her. Alice watched her mother's nostrils flare as her hungry look gave way to relief. The director whispered into Nicole's ear too softly for Alice to hear, but she saw her mother nodding along. Nicole stood up as soon as the director stepped back. Without acknowledging her daughter, Nicole walked out of the stall to the sinks, where the stylist was waiting and had produced a towel from somewhere. The stylist began wiping off the cum from Nicole's body as the director put her arm around Alice and steered the small girl out of the restroom.

The director pulled Alice up short in front of the drinking fountains. She spun the tween back to face her and said, “Let's talk a little while your mom gets cleaned up.”

Alice looked up at the woman blankly until she pulled the girl into a tight hug, pressing Alice's face against her chest. In the warmth of the director's breasts, Alice inhaled the perfume peacefully. The director petted Alice's head softly and started talking as Alice breathed in the drug.

“You had a lot of fun today, Alice, but the fun was all while we were filming the commercial. You remember that, all of that. You did such a good job.

“But what happened after isn't really important. It's hard to remember. Breathe deep. You didn't stay long after. You didn't do much. Breathe in. Nothing that you remember. Breathe out.

“Let it all go, Alice. Everything after the commercial. Breathe. It never happened. You don't remember any of it.

“It's time to forget, sweetie. Breathe in. Hold your breath. When you breathe out, you are letting out all of your memories after the commercial wrapped. Breathe out.

“Good job. Let all those memories go. Breathe in. This sweet smell is so much better than those boring memories. Breathe out.

“Keep breathing. Nice, deep breaths. Let the fragrance flush out all those boring memories about what happened after the commercial. Everything left is perfectly normal. Breathe deep.

“Now that everything's normal, you can sit quietly in the studio like a good girl until I bring your mom out. Go wait over there, sweetie.”
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