Alice Status: Zero Bitches

Alice POV:

Despite Seb's confidence in my ability to get another sub to play with, I'd actually had no luck.

To be fair to him, I could get girls easier than him.

Just not the type I liked, I was too picky for that to be so simple a task.

Honestly Sarah was the first real Sub that'd been mine in a way that mattered.

Even with her 'extra bits', it was a miracle to find someone that fit so many of my wants and needs in a sub.

But I knew Seb needed her more than me, I couldn't stand in the way of what they could have and still wanted with their ex.

I could Tell Sarah would be happier too, throuples were hard to get right, so was kink.

Could I really hold onto her just for my own joy when I knew it would rob my friend and my sub of their own?

No, I couldn't.

However that didn't mean I wasn't still in a funk.

Liz must have noticed, even with us not really getting to hang in a while or bumping into each other at the club, some project taking up most of her time.

She just always knew when I was out of sorts, really if we were more compatible in the bedroom I think I could have been happy with her, but instead she became the closest thing to a sister I could have.

I say she must have noticed because of the text I was sent right before the biggest Con of the year.

[Hey gorgeous, you haven't been talking my ear off about your fav con or what character you were slaving away at a cosplay for. You in a funk or just slammed with course work?]

No use lying, she would get the truth out of me eventually, besides I trusted her. Wouldn't be the first time she pep talked me out of my room. [Funk, just not feeling the con scene right now.]

[Break up or school drama? Both?]

[Break up, but like, I shouldn't be this down, it was amicable. like the most chill break up I've ever done, don't know wtf is wrong with me.]

[Well then good thing I've got your back like always, you are going to that con, check your email Vip ticket should be in there. Now get off your ass, grab a cosplay you've done before, I don't want you to go all crunch to make one before the con like I know you would. Find yourself a cute girl, we both know you nerds are the kinkiest fuckers out there, look who I'm talking to.]

[You think you can just order me around like that for my own good?!]...[Because you'd be right. Fine, i'll get my shit together and go, but if I strike out, we are hanging out afterwards. I've not seen you since you started working so much, you need a break from the grind too missy.]

[That'a girl, and sure, we can hang, I should be back to my normal schedule by then. Heck if you don't strike out still come over, you know I love to tease you when you're in that early stage of cute flirting before you break them in. ;) ]

So here I was, dressed in my cosplay from last year, to be fair this one took enough effort I was planning to get more use than one year out of, but it felt like a cop out cause I didn't even try to make one this year.

Not that anyone would call a full Samus armor suit a cop out.

Despite myself, I was starting to enjoy the Con.

This really was one of my favorite events.

I was even starting to flirt with cute girls here and there.

The extra height from the armor really made it easier to get them to stare and blush.

None of them with the right spark though, at least not until I saw this cutie in her own armor, ODST, Veronica Dare.

One of my favorite characters, but what really drew my eyes was her body language.

One second, straight back, perfect posture, commanding presence but then something, anything really, would pop that and a timid soft spoken cutie would be front and center.

We were in the vendor area when I noticed her the first time, I decided I wanted her after the 3rd or 4th time I saw her that weekend, the persona of the character would pop and I would see exactly what I was looking for, until she built the character back up around herself.

Her body was temping me all on its own, disregarding the obvious submissive in the rough, the armor was more form fitting than cannon, and my god what a form.

What was even better was the way she would look at me, then advert her eyes when she saw me notice.

She clearly appreciated the craftsmanship and my confidence but was too shy to start a conversation and was even trying to not let herself be caught looking.

Perfect.

I approached her in the artist booth area.

"You know, even with that helmet on... I can tell if you're staring at me."

"Eeep, sorry I didn't mean to." Her voice coming out in a an almost squeak whimper, it riled me up just the right way, I knew I had picked right.

"Oh don't worry, Miss Navel intelligence, I'm flattered really-" I had more to tease but my prey wanted to nip back, cute.

"Don't be mean, I saw you looking at me too!" oh I would enjoy this, I would make her melt and beg before the night was over.

Normally I'd just flirt and at most heavy pet the first night but after everything lately and every button this girl unknowingly pushed?

No, I was making her mine tonight.

I needed an outlet.

"Of course I was, such a cute little thing thing like you, all out here alone without her ODST escort? Why I just had to keep an eye on you. Can't let someone else take advantage of you." I purred out some of my words as I got closer to her.

"I-I was supposed to meet a friend, they canceled though, but I can handle myself just fine Bounty Hunter. huff" I was having the effect I wanted, soon cutie, soon.

"Sgt Buck not as reliable as you hoped? Oh I bet you can handle yourself just fine, but do you want to go it alone?" I whisper before straightening back up, a step back, and holding out my hand.

If I've read her right, she knew what I was after and would follow.

"Well if its someone like you, I guess I could let you impress me."

"Don't ask for something you might regret, I may just be more than a cute thing like you can handle." Her hand was in mine now and I started to lead her to my hotel room.

"No. really, impress me." The first hint of real spine from her so far, and it was her daring me to keep going.

Oh I liked this girl "Don't worry Captain, I'll make sure to sweep you off your feet."

I may not be a power lifter, but I kept myself in good shape for exactly moments like this... and having fun at the club.

There was noway she could know that and I was rewarded with a near whimper "oh!" as I pulled her harder toward me, spun her, and scooped her up into a princess carry.

She was a stammering, giggly mess by the time I got her back to the room, just from a few jokes and teasing comments.

I had her through the door and on the bed soon after, she made no move to undress or really do anything, waiting for me to lead it would seem, I could tell from her breathing that she was exactly where she wanted to be. "Good girl,-"

I was cut off mid sentence as I took my Helmet came off "Alice?!"

Did I know this girl? "You know me?"

"Oh god, I shouldn't be here, I need to go." She was spooked, what the hell.

"Hold on, whats wrong I don't think I've got that scary of a rep." The joke just seemed to make her jolt and move to leave

Quicker.

It was the panicked words under her breath, ones I wasn't meant to hear, that made me step in between her and the exit, suspicion forming in my gut. "Misstress LIz wasn't.., but why? Didn't we.... no I-"

"You know Liz? you know MISTRESS Liz?", emphasis on mistress, "Then I need you to STOP, SIT."

Just like I expected, right into obeying.

Now sitting on the floor, I loomed over her and asked, "Why shouldn't you be here, breaking rules of your mistress perhaps? Do I need to call her and tattle?" and for good measure I went to remove the helmet on her, shaking though she may be, but she was trained well enough to not move. "Let's put a cute face and name to you."

I saw the collar as soon as the helmet was off, seems I was on the right track.

Her face however, was familiar? But not someone I knew.

I had to hold her chin to look at me, eyes would advert if I let go. "Don't make me ask you again, who are you, how do you know me, and why shouldn't you be here."

Tears were not the response I expected nor was her next words. "Don't blame you for not recognizing me, its been awhile, but the answer to all three is the same."

That's when it clicked, the voice was higher, more melodic: almost matching a half memory from a lifetime ago, the face was more round and heart shaped, but that cadence of speech and smart ass response to avoid having to answer to an uncomfortable question, that was all him. "Chris?!"

"Yeah," Eyes were still adverting as soon as I let go, I wasn't going to hold his face the whole time.

"EYES UP, I want to see them when you talk to me!"

Immediate obedience, Liz handy work for sure, "Yes, Ma'am!"

There that was better, I could tell he wanted to ask to leave, but something was stopping him, good because I wouldn't let him, this was a long time coming and I was going to have closure.

"Good, now we are going to have a conversation long over due, but not like this, I have some things to work out and you just volunteered. STRIP, get on the BED, STAY still. I want to have you in the right mindset to for this." I didn't tell him the right mindset was melting out his ears.

It would be up to how much I liked his answers wether it was pain or pleasure that made him melt.

I could put up with a male sub if it got me my closure.

His female cosplay was impressive, but reeked of him trying another scheme to get me to date him, that ship had sailed.

Even if this was better than the other plans, I was too hurt from everything to even entertain this BS the way he wanted. 'well if that's how he wanted to play it I'll-'

My train of though derailed when he was out of his armor, naked, and all the curves where still there, no breast forms or other padding.

No seams from a high end body suit.

This really was what he looked like now, with a cage so small I could almost mistake what he was born with.

"Chris, those, is,..., are those real? What did you do?!"

What the hell did I miss the last few year and a half, surly Seb would have tol-

Something clicked in place and a lot of things were starting to make sense and it felt like I was the butt of some joke the universe was playing, and despite his fear and desire to leave, I was pretty sure this was all Chris' fault, even if he roped in Seb like I suspected.

Good thing I was tying him down and could take all the time I needed to sort this out...

Now where did I put my 'toy' suitcase, I think I may need the 'bitch breaker'.

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An: Well I hope those two have fun. I wonder what Liz and Sebastian are up to?