China Maid, Chapter 10

Alice and Farrah woke up bright and early, smiling at each other before starting their morning routine.
	For a bit, Alice thought Farrah might jump into the shower with her but it didn't happen. Apparently she was gathering their worn uniforms from the day before, and laying out their clothes for today. They helped each other dress and had a quick kiss before starting their workday – Farrah making Miss Zuang's breakfast while Alice made her coffee as usual.
	Before Alice left for Delfina's, Farrah snuck in another kiss and this one was much more passionate. The exotic girl nearly pinned Alice to the wall and frenched her passionately. Their tongues danced as Farrah thrust a folded note into Alice's hand, apparently for her to read in the car ride over. Alice smiled as she looked at it later – it was a monochromatic drawing of her putting some flowers on a table.
	She admired the almost photo-realism of the drawing – in it, Alice had a surprised expression on her face like Farrah had snapped a candid shot of her. Did she manage to do this in the few minutes it took Alice to shower? Soon the car pulled up to Delfina's, and Alice had to tuck the note away and begin her workday in earnest.
	Alice's second day at the nail salon was even more challenging than the first, despite the fact she was there for less time.
	There was clearly a hierarchy set up among the nail techs. It affected nearly everything in their work: which clients the girls saw, who was required to do the most 'royal pedicures,' even how their tips were distributed. Handmaidens were generally seen as a cut above footmaidens, but Kim took the highest position. Other girls sorted out their own chain of command, using a system of requests and assigned 'bitch work' to put one another in their place.
	 Soon it was time for Alice to decide her place in this hierarchy, but she didn't do a very good job. Alice believed that she would only be at Delfina's nail salon for a few days, so it didn't matter if she took the lowest spot on the totem pole. It didn't help that she had given Kim a foot massage yesterday – the other girls observed Alice's willingness to please and quickly turned it against her.
	Alice had just finished her first pedicure of the day. Her client was a plump Arabic woman who wore a hijab and had an enormous engagement ring on her finger. She didn't smile once, even when she admired the new metallic polish on her beautiful toes. After her client had gone, Robin came over to Alice's chair as the girl was cleaning up.
	"Alice, these heels are killing me. I have to stand up at that desk all day, I don't get to sit down like you girls. Can you give me a quick foot massage? You have a 20 minute break until your next client," Robin said.
	As she spoke, Robin had slipped off her heels and put her nyloned feet in Alice's lap, as though Alice had already agreed to give her a massage. A few other technicians were looking to see her reaction.
	"Uh, yeah, sure!" Alice said, taking one of Robin's feet in her hands.
	Alice couldn't use lotion due to the fact that Robin was wearing nylons, so she just used her bare hands the best she could. Robin sighed, relaxing into the chair as Alice used her thumbs to knead her tired feet. Her stockings had a Cuban backseam – a bold, flirty design that narrowed as it ran down the length of her soles and flared out towards her toes. As soon as Alice had acquiesced to Robin's demands, though, it was open season on the girl.
	"Alice, could you come by and empty my trash when you get a chance?" Dania asked as Alice did the massage.
	Alice nodded her head, and Robin's smile widened even more. If Alice had to guess, that was one of Robin's jobs that she had just agreed to do. She had a suspicion that Dania would expect her to do it from now on, but it made sense that Dania wanted to minimize the amount of walking she did in her ballet boots.
	Alice had seen what happened when Dania tripped and fell over. In her skintight latex bodysuit, she had to crawl across the room to find a counter so that she could grab onto it and stand back up. Her head was downcast the entire time, as though she were instructed to make it as sensual as possible.
	As she worked on Robin's feet, Alice found herself enjoying the sensation of silky nylon rubbing against her hands.
	She smiled and blushed a little: this was a reminder of the private ecstasy she had experienced the night before. Alice's pleasure at performing this task was mixed with arousal. The nutritional shake did its part, too – thoughts slowly drifted away from Alice's mind as the head high kicked in, reducing her world to Robin's feet and the sensation of giving and receiving pleasure.
	She almost felt a sense of regret when Robin pulled her feet away – Alice's arousal was building steadily and this was a very rude interruption.
	She instinctively helped Robin put her high heels back on. Alice had to bend low to help the girl, who made no effort on her own part but seemed to expect Alice to guide her feet into her shoes. Alice bowed her head to gently ease Robin's feet back into her leather stilettos. When the girl had left, Alice had brief minutes to clean up her station and prepare for her next customer.
	She didn't forget to empty Dania's trash.
	The Nordic beauty didn't even offer a word of thanks, but that could have been because her mouth was busy worshiping the feet of one of Abha's Pakistani friends. Apparently Dania had a full schedule since many of Abha's friends and cousins enjoyed the feeling of power that came from having a light-skinned girl kiss and lick their feet. Several of them had said they felt like a princess in the Old World – and it was absolutely worth the money to have such an experience.
	Alice did three more pedicures before she was due to leave Delfina's. When she had finished for the day, she hailed a rideshare over to the medical plaza for the Heaven's Gate appointment.
	"Wait, Alice, hold on," Robin called out as she was leaving.
	Alice bit her tongue – was she going to demand her tips or something?
	"Delfina says we have to take off your choker for the appointment."
	Robin picked up the weird RF gun thing again and used it to undo the clasp on Alice's collar. Alice felt her bare neck, glad to be free from that ridiculous uniform requirement.
	"Don't look too pleased," Robin huffed, "you'll get it back when you show up next weekend!"
	Alice left the salon before anyone else could grab her attention, and rode over to the medical plaza.
	The facility was world-class.
	Alice walked through a sliding glass door, carefully stepping over the grates they had in the ground. When she had made it half way a cold gust of air blew from the ceiling, but also from the ground! Alice had to react quicker than lightning to grab her skirt in time, but failed and for a moment she flashed the entire world her pussy and her butt. She practically ran away from the air door, furious at the malfunctioning device. She gritted her teeth at her wardrobe malfunction, and thanked heaven that nobody seemed to notice.
	Wild horses wouldn't drag it from her, but part of her was giddy from the sensation of being exposed like that. The feeling of cold air blowing on her exposed pussy was very interesting – she had goose pimples on her back as she stormed away.
	She walked into the three-story building, marveling at the enclosed courtyard that was open to the sky. Alice saw offices belonging to plastic surgeons, chiropractors, and dermatologists as she walked around in search of her own appointment. The garden in the center of the plaza had exotic plants and even a waterfall that began at the second story and fell to a miniature river on the ground floor.
	After she exited the glass elevator, Alice heard a snort of laughter and saw some nurses looking her way with curious expressions on their faces.
	Alice became freshly aware of her own maid's uniform. It made her feel totally out of place here, and the loud click-clack of her high heels seemed to draw people's attention to her. She envied the nurses – their scrubs showing the world that they are knowledgeable professionals. They made her think her of Miranda Shah, dressed in business formal at her internship.
	And what did Alice's own uniform convey? That she was some kind of oversexed submissive who wasn't even allowed to wear panties? These were her thoughts as she opened the door to the doctor's office.
	"Welcome, are you Alice?"
	Alice turned to the reception desk, where the receptionist had just addressed her from.
	"Yes, I'm here for the Heaven's Gate?" Alice said, still unsure of what was expected of her right now.
	"Great! Take a seat, I will page the doctor and get you checked in. Oh, but could you hand me your phone first?" the receptionist asked.
	Alice huffed – she couldn't think of a reason the receptionist would need her phone.
	Looking at the girl, Alice guessed that her looks had played into the fact that she was hired here. She had deep brown eyes, nice cheekbones, and ivory white skin that made her look even younger. Her brown hair was pulled into  ponytail that went all the way down to her waist, and she had a gel manicure that looked like it had been done just yesterday. She was wearing white scrubs that had obviously been tailored to fit her body in a more flattering way. Her bottoms were pretty much just yoga pants, and the girl was very fit.
	"Okay," Alice said, handing over her phone without raising any objections.
	She went to sit down, admiring how upscale and urbane the place looked. The seats were all black leather. There was another girl waiting there: a nervous-looking girl with jet black hair who was thumbing through a fashion magazine with no apparent interest. She spoke to Alice as soon as she had taken a seat.
	There was a gap between them.
	"What's with the outfit? Does your agency have you dress like that?" the girl asked.
	"I work for a family," Alice told her, "yes, this is the uniform for the job."
	The girl looked her up and down, inspecting every part of part of her uniform.
	"Well I wouldn't wear it, but you can pull it off.. Are those Louboutins?"
	"Thanks! Yeah they are."
	Alice looked down at her brand new high heels. It had seemed like such a long time ago she was excited to wear these Christian Louboutin shoes. Now, they were more of a punishment than anything. She cherished every moment she didn't have to stand in her stiff new heels.
	"My name's Mollie," the girl said, not offering to shake hands.
	Alice introduced herself.
	"My stepmom paid for me to come here," Mollie offered, without Alice having asked.
	"Like, I dropped out of college and my dad doesn't really care but my stepmom got super mad about it. She stayed off my case for a while, but then she found some weed in my room and she told my dad that I was 'going down the wrong path.' Whatever that means."
	Alice nodded.
	"Let me explain: she's Arabic, she wears the veil and everything. She thinks that girls should be like... Quiet housekeepers who listen to their elders and just do whatever they're told."
	"I don't --" Alice butted in.
	"I know," Mollie cut her off, "not all Muslim women are like that, but she is. And she's not even that devout, either: she drinks alcohol and doesn't pray five times a day. But in some ways, she's pretty old school. She thinks that I shouldn't even go outside without my dad or my step brother accompanying me, and it infuriates her that I dress like this."
	Alice saw that Mollie was dressed pretty much like any young American woman: yoga pants, flip flops, and a ripped halter top that exposed her toned abdomen.
	"So, we butt heads a lot. We just want opposite things: I want to be young and hang out with my friends and do whatever. She wants me to live a really regimented life: be in bed by 9, wake up at 6AM, practice my homemaking skills, and only leave the house on specific errands. And that's not even getting in to how her friends act. It's like they all want to control over their daughters' lives: when my stepmom has her friends over, they bring their daughters. But like, their daughters are weird!"
	"How do you mean 'weird'?" Alice asked.
	Mollie was obviously glad to have someone to talk to but her body language was still nervous. She had her arms crossed in front of her and her shoulders were slouched a little. The pale girl had a hurried way of speaking that made Alice think she had some anxiety about being here.
	Mollie continued.
	"The other daughters don't speak unless they're spoken to. They wear whatever outfits their moms dress them in, and they're treated like servants all the time. Like, one girl will pack the hookah for the women to smoke out of, another two will make food for the moms, and some others will go around offering the women foot massages! That's my stepmom's ideal Friday night. She would love nothing more than having me sit there at her feet instead of going out with my friends. But of course, her actual son can do whatever he wants! And on top of that, she expects me do to whatever he says even though he's six years younger than me! Can you believe it?" Mollie finished.
	"Yeah, she sounds pretty demanding," Alice said. "But like, why would you accept this gift from her? Don't you think she'll use it against you somehow?"
	Mollie shrugged. She had clearly thought this same thing.
	"What choice do I have? My dad got really pissed about the weed, and she's been working him over for a while now. He's out of the country a lot, anyway, and it's probably easier if I just agree to do this. I tried to make it work for me, too: sometimes I get anxiety issues when it comes to meeting new people. I want to work on that. And I can be non-confrontational, and just passive when people ask me to do stuff, so I want to stand up for myself better. And maybe it would be good for me to quit the weed, you know? So I think the Heaven's Gate will help me address those issues."
	There was a lull in the conversation.
	"Here, add me on Eyestegran," Mollie blurted out.
	"That way we can track each other's progress from this thing! I'll write my username down so you can add it when you get your phone back. Also I'm kind of interested in seeing what a maid's life is like – I've never met one so young and pretty before. You're like a movie star playing the role of a maid."
	Alice laughed out loud. She genuinely liked Mollie – they could definitely be friends if they met in different circumstances. But she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that Mollie's stepmom had some ulterior motive for sending her here. What was the Heaven's Gate anyway?
	"Mollie Obermeyer?" called out a nurse, inviting the girl into the facility from the waiting room.
	Mollie squeezed Alice's hand on her way out, and soon the blonde girl was alone in the waiting room. There was faint music playing, but Alice couldn't tell if it was from the waiting room or from the earbuds that Delfina had gifted her yesterday. She felt a little disconcerted that she couldn't fully trust her senses anymore – the more she tried to distinguish where the noise was coming from the more ambiguous the source seemed.
	A few minutes later, the same nurse called for Alice.
	She rose to her feet, keeping her knees together, and followed the smiling nurse into the hallway. The nurse checked her weight, revealing that Alice had gained three pounds since the last time she had been on a scale. Like most girls, Alice wasn't happy with this development. She had always been a petite, athletic girl and it felt like she was afraid that the weight would go straight to her thighs. That was always the first place she put on weight.
	The nurse opened the door to an examination room, and it immediately lifted Alice's spirits: there was a massage table!
	"Don't lie down just yet," the nurse said reflexively when she saw Alice moving towards the table. "Wait for the doctor to arrive, then she will guide you through it."
	Alice nodded, and took a seat on a comfortable leather chair. Except for the many cupboards and drawer units, this room would have fit better into a massage parlor than a doctor's office. The lighting put Alice at ease, and for the first time in days she could relax on the job without being bothered. She rested her head in her hand, and quietly hoped that the doctor would be a while in arriving. Her thoughts drifted to Farrah.
	Soon, the door opened and a ravishing woman stepped in. She had wavy brown hair, a healthy tan, and a heart-shaped face. She carried a clipboard that she looked down to briefly before addressing Alice.
	"Hi, Alice, I'm Dr. Black, how are you?" the doctor asked, shaking Alice's hand firmly.
	"I'm good, thanks. So I don't really know how any of this works," Alice said.
	The doctor gave Alice a patient smile, and looked down at her chart in a way that gave Alice confidence in her professionalism.
	"That's fine! Most people don't. It's a new treatment module – very exclusive – and we have a strict confidentiality surrounding the procedure."
	Alice listened to the doctor intently.
	She guessed that Dr. Black was in her 30s, but she had a refined beauty that complimented rather than undermined her aura of great learning. She wore a simple pink dress and leather flats, along with a white lab coat with a photo badge of her on it. She was flashing a perfect smile in the photograph: it could have been a headshot on her modelling portfolio.
	"Here's the basic idea," Dr. Black continued.
	"Medical science has sequenced every interaction that happens within your nervous system. If you bump your shin, we can identify every point of contact between axons and dendrites all the way up your leg, up your spine, even the parts of your brain that are recruited into the sense experience. And that's just a basic example: we can also view, for instance, the physiological conditions that indicate someone is dealing with claustrophobia, PTSD, even cocaine withdrawal"
	"Wow," Alice murmured.
	Dr. Black was apparently very proud of her work, and her eyes danced as she explained its genius to the girl.
	"So until recently, we could only view that data in real time when someone was in a CAT scan, or had a hundred of those weird electrodes attached to their body. You know the ones -- they look like a cheesy science fiction helmet from the 70s," the doctor joked.
	She explained that those technologies had been miniaturized, and turned into an implant. That system was the Heaven's Gate.
	The doctor leaned down, and pulled all of her thick hair out of the way so that Alice could see the back of her swan like neck. Sure enough there was a tiny metallic bead, seemingly a body piercing, attached to her neck. It was small and aesthetically pleasing – Alice thought it looked like a fashion statement more than a medical device.
	"That is one of its functions," the doctor said after righting herself and leaning on the massage table.
	"But it actually does something much more important than that. I won't bore you with the science of it, but this implant can amplify, suppress, and mimic any neural signal within the human body. Let's say you're having a panic attack: the Heaven's Gate can immediately stop the attack, and replace it with a more appropriate sense of alertness. Or for me, it rewards me for spending time studying instead of watching the Real Housewives of LA."
	Alice laughed politely, but something about this device filled her with awe.
	She didn't know how to articulate it, though. Something about the doctor – maybe her grace of authority or her expertise, made Alice feel demure and naive. She felt like she was a young schoolgirl about to get a shot, and the doctor was doing her a favor by explaining why she needed it. But this was much more than just a shot.
	Dr. Black, perhaps sensing Alice's reluctance, explained that Alice would be helping the doctor's research tremendously. By studying how the Heaven's Gate worked on Alice, they might be able to develop a treatment for MS patients, or help wheelchair-bound patients walk again.
	"What will it do to me?" Alice asked. She liked the idea of helping research that could cure diseases.
	"That's honestly hard to tell," Dr. Black admitted. "It depends a lot on what you and others want out of it. I know that the Zuangs aim for you to be more mindful in your work, and that Delfina wants you to overcome certain mental limitations, but it depends."
	Alice agreed to the treatment.
	Dr. Black smiled, and opened up a drawer containing a piercing gun. It was over quickly, with just a pinching pain in Alice's neck that grew to a steady itch. The doctor explained that the itching is normal – this is the most painless way for the device to attach to her nervous system. Then the doctor produced a black rubber ball, about the size of a fist, and handed it to Alice.
	"You'll need to put this in your mouth, then lie down on the table."
	Alice did as she was told – it was weird to have to be gagged, but she was looking forward to lying down so much that she could tolerate it. The doctor dimmed the lights, and the room was bathed in a cool blue light.
	"This screen will show me your mind's reactions to certain phrases and ideas," Dr. Black explained.
	"But before we begin, I need to restrain your body."
	Alice felt her heart rate increase as the doctor looped a leather strap around one of her biceps, tightening it until there was barely a hair's breadth she could move her arm.
	This process continued. Alice hadn't really noticed before, but the table was segmented into smaller parts – a place for her arms, a place for her legs. This made it possible for the doctor to strap Alice's body to the table – soon there were leather cuffs tightly bound around her biceps, her wrists, and her waist.
	To her shame, Alice felt herself get a little wet as she felt Dr. Black's hands putting leather straps around her thighs. There was no way the woman didn't notice her bare pussy, and the thought sent an illicit thrill down her spine.
	"Hmm, that's interesting," the doctor remarked. She might have been commenting on the fact that the light changed from cool blue to a pinkish color.
	Alice's eyes shot wide open. Was this implant showing the doctor that Alice was turned on right now?! The brunette woman strapped Alice's calves down, then removed her stilettos which fell to the ground. Alice felt the doctor's soft hands rub her feet a little bit, which had a calming affect. She was still mortified, and increasingly aroused to be completely restrained in this way.
	"Alright, now we can begin the questions. For a baseline reading, just think of a red hammer."
	Alice pictured the tool in her mind.
	"Great," Dr. Black said, noting something in her tablet. "Now could you think of your favorite food? Please be as imaginative as possible."
	Alice thought of green olives stuffed with garlic. The idea made her mouth water, in spite of that stupid gag. She thought of her favorite brand, the ideal size of the garlic clove, how they were better warm than cold.
	"Alright, got it," Dr. Black said.
	Alice heard some rumbling, and soon the doctor sprayed something near her face. It smelled faintly like blueberries and lilacs – earthy and complex. Alice sort of forgot her body momentarily – she was trying to sort out all the layers of that spray. She had never smelled anything like it before.
	"How do you feel about Jocelyn?" the doctor asked.
	Alice pictured the girl in her mind. First, always, were her boobs and Alice's envy surrounding all that. She only seemed to picture Jocelyn in the most flattering of poses, at leisure in gorgeous surroundings. How did she feel? Jealous, awed... attracted.
	"And Farrah?"
	How did the doctor know about Farrah?
	Alice's mind went to last night. The girl's tongue circling her clit, how soft she was. Something deeper than that. The note Farrah had given her in the morning, how worldly she seemed. She made Alice feel safe, and cared for.
	The light in the room changed colors.
	"Let's talk about your work," Dr. Black prompted. For a moment she sounded more like a detective interviewing a suspect.
	"Do you like working for the Zuangs?"
	Alice was watching the light on the floor. It went from turquoise to a golden amber – like watching a sunrise.
	At first Alice's thoughts were all good about the Zuangs: their beauty, their wealth, their power. But then she thought of the specific role she played in their lives, and everything it entailed. She shut her eyes and tried to focus – kneeling, cleaning, the endless personal errands. She couldn't move her body an inch because of all the straps.
	"You were massaging womens' feet at the party. Was that an enjoyable experience?"
	Alice's pulse went up again as she thought back on the way Miss Ruan thrust one foot between her legs, and the way Miss Reyes jabbed her tender thighs with her spike heels. Was it enjoyable? As Alice reflected on the evening, all she could think about was how beautiful the women were, and how much they enjoyed her service. She could perfectly visualize Miss Reyes's stockinged feet, and she realized again the almost sexual thrill she had to be working on them...
	"Great!" Dr. Black chirped.
	Alice's blush deepened. This doctor was mining out her deepest secrets, the things she would never admit to anyone. Dr. Black, perhaps sensing Alice's inner conflict, rubbed her back reassuringly. Her hand crossed a few of the straps.
	"It's okay, Alice. You're doing great," the doctor said warmly. Alice sighed – this was getting really confusing.
	"How does it feel when Delfina gives you a demerit?"
	Alice visualized her brunette tormentor smirking at her, one finger touching her cheek with an expression of mock concern on her face. She was seated on a chair that looked like a throne. Alice pictured her from an upward angle, the way she would examine a statue raised on a pedestal in a museum for very fine things.
	How did it feel? Alice got angry at the unfairness of the situation, sure, but there was something else contained in that. Alice was disappointed in herself, like she wasn't living up to the girl's expectations. A wave of shame washed over Alice as she realized the profundity of her thinking: she wanted to be a better servant for Delfina. But mixed with the shame was a familiar, illicit thrill.
	The doctor pressed some buttons on her tablet.
	"This next part is a guided visualization," Dr. Black began.
	"Imagine that Jocelyn is sunbathing by the pool and she asks you to help her put on sunscreen. You start on her back."
	Alice imagined the scene in great detail: the heat of the sun, Jocelyn's soft skin beneath her hands. The asian girl's contented sigh as Alice longingly massaged expensive cream into her back. Another personal errand.
	"Now imagine you have to do her feet," Dr. Black said, emphasizing the word 'feet' like it was a salacious secret.
	The affect was immediate: Alice was thrilled at the idea of rubbing Jocelyn's feet.
	Even though Alice was stuck looking at the ground now, she noticed that the screen was casting off much brighter light. She groaned through her gag.
	"Okay," Dr. Black said.
	She lowered her voice several octaves, bending low to reach Alice's ear.
	"Imagine... that you have to apply it to her breasts now."
	Goosebumps raised on Alice's neck – whether from the feeling of the doctor's hot breath on her ear or from the thought of massaging Jocelyn's fantastic boobs. In Alice's imagination, Jocelyn was wearing a $300 pair of designer sunglasses and gasping intermittently as Alice lovingly covered every bit of her boobs in slippery white oil. They were even more perfect the nearer she got to them.
	"Now let's go back to Delfina's salon," the doctor said, snapping Alice out of her reverie.
	Alice huffed – why was the doctor pulling her out of a pleasant space just to thrust her into Delfina's wicked domain? In spite of her best efforts, though, some of Alice's pleasant arousal from serving Jocelyn bled over to being at Delfina's.
	"Imagine that you are giving Miss Paz a pedicure," the doctor began.
	Alice was gripped with fear at the thought of Miss Paz. The woman towered in her thoughts: a bitch goddess with outrageous demands for her worship. Alice noticed the light took on a fiery hue and Dr. Black seemed fascinated by this.
	"Now imagine that you accidentally cut her skin while you were trimming her cuticles."
	Alice's apprehension blossomed into a panic. She could see the little droplet of blood on the woman's perfect feet, and the look of rage on her face.
	"This is going to sound strange, but imagine that her punishment was to spank you."
	Alice bit down on her gag as she thought of the woman bending her over her knee and delivering a vicious spanking. She could practically feel the woman's hand come down on her bare cheeks – the pain, the humiliation, all mixed with a terrific arousal.
	"Would it be different if Ciara and Anna were there watching?" Dr. Black husked.
	That made it even worse! Alice could see her former friends watching her bent over Miss Paz's knee, getting spanked by the dominant woman. The thought careened about her mind: the girls would never view her as an equal again – in her mind they had their phones out and were filming it to upload for her whole school to watch. They were livestreaming it.
	If the doctor had merely brushed against Alice's clit, she would have cum. She was so aroused right now. But alongside her arousal was her shame – two matching rays that extended infinitely in one direction.
	"What if Anna took over spanking you, instead?" the doctor prompted.
	The room became lit like Christmas morning. Alice couldn't even process all beautiful colors dancing across the floor: amber, violet, white, electric blue. Before now, it had been unthinkable to even have Anna see Alice's backside, now she was obsessed with the beautiful Colombian girl spanking her! Where was all this coming from?!
	She was desperate for release. Alice felt like if she could just cum, she could cast out all these ideas from her mind.
	It wasn't meant to be. Dr. Black sprayed more of the blueberry/lilac stuff, and Alice found herself breathing deeply through her nostrils to inhale as much of it as possible. She tried to do it subtly.
	"Wow, Alice. This has been one of the most informative sessions that I've ever done," Dr. Black said later as she undid the straps holding Alice's arms down.
	Alice could have screamed in frustration: she wanted to stay strapped to that table forever, and have the doctor go much further with it. She wanted the woman to slip one expert finger inside of her, and make her cum repeatedly as she was helpless to even move an inch. Alice realized that she was about to return to her life of servitude. The thought made her pussy ache now but the arousal was perfectly matched with embarrassment.
	They fed on each other now.
	As Alice slipped on her shoes, the doctor explained how they had used the Heaven's Gate to deepen Alice's 'scope of emotional reactivity.' She wasn't sure what that meant, but she was sure that Jocelyn and Delfina would have quite a wonderful time with her now. She wanted to be strapped up again – even if it was Delfina doing it. Oh god, and what if Ciara was there to help?!
	Alice felt the urge to beg Dr. Black to let her cum. She had imagined doing it since the woman untied her, slowly building up the courage to blurt out her request. Before the brunette doctor left, Alice tried to spit it out, but the words died on her lips. She only managed a weak "thank you."
	Back in the waiting room, Alice saw Mollie but the girl seemed different somehow.
	She had her hands crossed  in front of her, and she was staring at the ground with a frown on her pretty face.
	"What's up?" Alice asked, after getting her phone back from the receptionist.
	"Oh, hey," Mollie muttered, "Nothing. I'm just waiting for my stepmom to come and take me home."
	Alice raised an eyebrow.
	"Why do you need her? Didn't you drive here?"
	Mollie sighed.
	"Yeah, but it just feels better if I let her do it. I mean, she offered, and I don't want to refuse her," Mollie said listlessly.
	They were interrupted when a heavy-set Arabic woman came into the office. Although she had a veil on, the rest of her outfit was reasonably modern and showed off her womanly curves. As soon as Mollie saw who it was, her body language shifted. She lowered her head and hunched her shoulders, although she had a polite smile on her face.
	"Mollie! How did it go?" the woman demanded. Her movements were bold and expressive, contrasting sharply with Mollie's increasingly meek behavior.
	"Good, thank you," Mollie said.
	"Here, I brought you this cap to cover up. I found a lovely veil today you can try on once you get home," Mollie's stepmother explained, producing a blue baseball hat.
	She placed the cap over Mollie's hair, ignoring the girl's weak protests. The older woman admired the look briefly, but still seemed unsatisfied. She changed the subject before Mollie could marshal an argument.
	"Ah! My feet hurt so much from these heels," Mollie's stepmom stated dramatically, "You can give me a foot massage while we talk about our plans this week."
	Mollie's stepmom grabbed the girl's wrist and practically dragged her out of the room.
	"I mean... Well... okay," the girl said, going along with her stepmother. She gave Alice an inscrutable expression on her way out, and didn't say goodbye.
	Alice added Mollie on Eyestegran and hailed a ride. She looked through the girl's photos as she waited for the car to arrive. It seemed like she had gone to some amazing parties at Coachella and South By Southwest, and she also enjoyed camping all across California.
	On her way out of the office, those nurses were still there. Was it Alice's imagination, or were they staring at her even more now? She could swear she heard one say, 'what is she wearing?' The thought of confronting them became unbearable. She quivered as she thought of their disapproval – her mind instantly offered up ways she could get on their good side. Maybe if she went over there and knelt down and...
	She flushed a crimson red and didn't dare to look over at the young women anymore.
	As she walked away, she was more fully aware of the click-clack sound of her stilettos hitting a tile floor. Each step she took seemed to course through her whole body – it felt like she was stomping around, but she was walking normally. Was she imagining it, or was her clit absorbing some of the momentum each time she took a step? It was like being in a car with bad shocks and it was extremely distracting – she hoped no one saw her up close.
	Alice stood in the waiting room for the car to arrive. It didn't take long for her feet to start aching but she didn't want to sit down and risk flashing someone. She wished someone would come and give her a foot massage.
	When she was about to cross the air door again on her way out, she nearly had a panic attack. She saw that there were security cameras up in two opposite corners of the room! They absolutely would have photographed her on her way in, and camera technology was so powerful nowadays that the film was guaranteed to be ultra high definition.
	She resolved to just run across the air spray and hold her skirt down, hoping for the best. As Alice charged across, the cool air hit her pussy and she realized it was totally wet. She groaned, ignoring the strong urge to stay on top of the jet as it blew air against her sex.
	Soon Alice's car arrived, and she left the office.
	Alice began to more fully understand Heaven's Gate on her ride back to Jocelyn's.
	The driver was a young black girl wearing cotton yoga pants and a tank top. She had her hair straightened in a Brazilian blow out, and she wore shoes that were much more expensive than Alice would expect to find on a rideshare driver. She introduced herself as Jeannay, and her friend Didi was riding in the passenger's seat even though the company had a policy against this.
	Alice couldn't muster the courage to complain about it. The geography of her thoughts seemed to have changed: now she was afraid of offending these complete strangers, and found it very important to know where she stood with them. Even if she had to be a lowly servant, she burned for the knowledge that she had some concrete rank in their social world.
	She didn't have to wait long for them to assign her one.
	Alice had to climb over some upscale shopping bags that took up the entire passenger's side of the back seat. Because there was a pile of dirty laundry to her left, she had to sit in the middle seat, awkwardly keeping her knees together to hide her privacy. The seat belt was malfunctioning or something – it held Alice tighty against the chair, and it refused to loosen no matter how she tried. She felt it bite at her waist, pinning her to the car seat. Soon she just determined to enjoy the sensation of being held. It at least provided a momentary distraction from her obsession with these girls' opinion of her.
	Alice didn't have a problem with the girls at first – she wasn't racist. But the tone of their conversation made her nervous.
	"I'm telling you, white girls leave the worst tips," Didi said to the driver, who laughed but didn't seem convinced.
	The two had some back-and-forth, talking about Alice as though she weren't there. The car smelled faintly of marijuana, but it didn't entirely cover the smell of Jeannay's dirty laundry. Alice looked over a few times to see it there were many ankle-high socks, racy panties, and bras in the pile. How could Jeannay be so casual about her delicates?
	Didi turned around to address Alice after an uncomfortably long time of ignoring her. The blonde teenager realized that she had been starting at Jeannay's panties and socks for quite some time, mentally sorting them out. She suppressed an urge to pick them up and get them organized for laundry day. Why did she want to do that?
	"What about you? How much of a tip are you going to leave my girl here?" Didi asked.
	"Didi! You can't ask that kind of thing! It's rude!" Jeannay cried out, punching the girl's shoulder.
	"It's alright, she's cool, right?" Didi answered, giving Alice a relaxed smile.
	Alice nodded her head, feeling uncomfortable at this attention. She wanted to be cool for them. Some laundry had fallen over the clasp that let Alice adjust the tightness of the seat belt, and she didn't dare to move it. The feeling of restraint distracted her, and also made her feel safe.
	"Yeah," Alice said.
	"So how good of a tip are you going to leave?" Didi asked. "Like 50?"
	Alice exhaled – there was no way she wanted to leave a $50 tip! Especially when she had to crowd in the back with all this girl's dirty panties and socks! But as Didi stared at her, Alice felt her resolve soften.
	"I don't know," Alice said, staring down at a pair of white boyshorts on the floor of the car. They had a telltale stain in the middle of the crotch that had crusted over a little.
	"If you want..."Alice mustered out, to relieve the tension of Didi staring at her.
	Didi smiled, and Jeannay hollered in joy.
	Unsatisfied, Didi bartered even more. Alice guessed that these girls had identified her as an easy mark. For some unknown reason, it felt good for her to be on the losing end of the bargain. She was still fully cognizant that she was being bullied but it was more like a scene to her now – a familiar play where she knew all her lines.
	By the end of the ride, Alice had agreed to give Jeannay $100 that she couldn't really afford to part with. The girl took Alice's phone number, and insisted that she call Jeannay personally whenever she needed a ride. Alice was glad that she didn't give the girl her number, but then realized that the rideshare company automatically shared that information. She rated Jeannay 5 stars, and when she did so the app made an alert.
	"Wow! You must really have liked Jeannay's ride! We will pair you with her whenever we can."
	There was no option to refuse this service.