Alice Aizen raised her arms and smiled down at the young man wearing a deep blush on his cheeks. He was short with white hair and appeared to be no older than a fifteen year old boy. However, he was a highly trained undercover agent who was now taping a wireless mic to the underside of her breast to secure it. She had offered to tape it herself but he had insisted on doing it himself so the microphone did not come loose. Her smile broadened as she looked over his costume of white pants and button down shirt with a checkered vest of white and a teal color that matched his eyes. She straightened his teal bow tie only making the moment more awkward when it repositioned her breasts and trapped his fingers underneath.
"Mrs. Aizen please," he almost begged her, his blush darkening drastically as he lowered his huge teal eyes to the floor.
"I'm sorry," she apologized, feeling a bit embarrassed herself. "It was crooked. And these bunny ears -"
"I got it!" he exclaimed, pushing her hands away before she trapped him in another compromising position. He finished taping down the mic and backed away, quickly reaching up to straighten the ears he wore to complete his costume.
Their captain, Yoruichi Shihōin, walked into the room just as the woman was pulling up the top of her scandalously short baby blue satin dress of her costume. She assisted the woman with the zipper then watched her straighten the lacey white pinafore over the front. She admired the woman for being willing to assist them with their undercover operation to take down her husband. Her task force had been working for years to infiltrate Aizen's organization and collect enough proof to put him away for many years.
A trusted informant had been following and tracking the woman, getting close to her before deciding to bring her into their operation. Gin Ichimaru had been so deep undercover for so long the whole task force feared he had defected and become an actual member of Aizen's inner circle. He had become the personal handler for Aizen's wife, being a surrogate husband. It had become Gin's responsibility to take her to dinner, movies, and plays. He was with her more than her own husband. Playing on her husband's avaricious tendencies and jealousy, he decided to concoct the whole scheme of them having an affair to incite the man to do something drastic which would hopefully cause him to make a tragic mistake that would lead to his downfall.
"There will be agents placed all over the club to watch you. We'll be able to hear everything and can step in if necessary. You're a very brave woman," Yoruichi told her, receiving a forced smile in return.
"I'm not brave. I'm just very pissed off," she admitted. "My husband wants to kill me Captain Shihōin because he's bored with me. Trust me...a wife knows these things," she explained when the other woman cocked her head in confusion. "If I'm going to die, I'm not going down without a fight. If I can destroy him in the process, it's all for the better."
"We're not going to let you die, Mrs. Aizen," the white rabbit named Tōshirō piped up, looking in the mirror as he straightened his ears again.
"Are you sure that's why he suggested you come to the grand opening of Wonderland?" the purple haired captain questioned her.
"Of course it is. Why else would he want me to come here? It would humiliate him if the press caught wind of me visiting a club like this. But if I died here, well, that would make me look like a depraved slut now wouldn't it? Poor Sōsuke...little did he know his wife was a drug addicted nymphomaniac. How awful for him," she said with a smirk bordering on sinister pulling at her lips.
"You know your husband well, Mrs. Aizen," Gin commented, walking into the room.
"With your help I do," she returned, giving him a brief hug.
They had become close friends over the last few years of him babysitting her under orders from her husband. They had almost succumbed to temptation and made the affair real but he had stopped her by divulging the truth about himself and her husband to her. She had been angry and devastated as any woman would be to find out Superman was only a geek in glasses. In other words, she discovered the true identity of her husband as a heartless, greedy man who covered up his real intentions with legitimate businesses and generous yearly gifts to charities. The world viewed him as a successful businessman and philanthropist. Sōsuke Aizen was actually a fiend who played on the darkest fears of people and made money from their most destructive addictions.
"Alice," he murmured, looking down at the woman who made a lovely redheaded vision of the storybook character. He would be listening with his captain from the room of the rundown hotel where they were now across the road from the bar. She had refused to allow him to go in with Alice since they would both be in danger. It would be difficult enough to keep one person safe in the massive crowd.
Tōshirō cleared his throat because the tension that filled the room had a disturbing sexual air to it from the two people who stared at each other. He took the sexy auburn haired Alice by the arm to lead her to the bar.
"Be careful you two," Gin called after them, smiling so widely it nearly split his face in half when he saw her white ruffled panties peeking from beneath the short dress.
"I'll walk ahead of you," Tōshirō informed her as they walked toward the door. "I am the white rabbit after all, and you're supposed to be following me."
"Yes, sir, Mr. Hitsugaya," she returned, saluting him and receiving a grunt of annoyance and rolled eyes in return. "May I say you've got the cutest little bunny butt I've ever seen."
Tōshirō halted, his back stiffening as his captain and fellow agent guffawed uproariously from the comment.
"No, you may not!" he yelled back indignantly, his crimson blush returning.
Alice decided she should lay off of the serious young man. She had tried and failed to get him to lighten up. Her attempts at humor with him had just become humiliating. She was also trying to cover her own fear and misgivings about the venture she had taken on. Her decision had been easy when fueled by rage and contempt. Since that had dissipated and the reality of the danger she was putting herself in came to fruition, she was having to cover with a façade of false bravado. Her decision to marry Sōsuke Aizen had been an impetuous one to start. She had been enchanted by the handsome, rich man. Although she came from a wealthy family herself, she wanted to distance herself from her father who had made his money with less than noble business transactions. Then to find out her husband was cut from the same treacherous cloth had nearly killed her from the crushing disappointment. It did not surprise her either that he was ready to trade her in for a newer model. Her father did the same thing on a regular basis and it seemed the wives were getting younger as he got older. She wondered if her arrogant and conceited husband would do the same thing. Would a gorgeous young twenty-something take her place? If he was in jail it wouldn't matter and as pretty as he is he would most likely be some guy named Butch's bitch. That thought made her smile.
Alice stepped out onto the street, receiving a face full of cold wind that brought her back to the present moment. She pushed her long auburn hair out of face wishing she had opted for a ponytail instead of the black ribbon in her hair. The inch or so of her thighs not covered between her dress and the thigh high white stockings prickled with goose bumps from the frigid air. She crossed her arms over her chest to hide her nipples that had stiffened and was pushing against the thin material of her bra and dress to make themselves seen. The white rabbit noticed and quickly trotted across the street to the club to distract himself.
"Come on, Alice! Come get me!" Tōshirō yelled back at her, placing his hand on the rabbit head doorknob of the mirrored door to the club.
The music was so loud the thumping noise of the bass beats could be heard outside and shook the ground slightly. Alice stared at her misshapen and distorted body in the reflection of the warped reflective surface.
"Okay, Alice, you can do this," she told herself, opening the door. She stumbled back a few steps in her high heeled black mary janes from the deafening noise and the smell of booze and sweat.
Entering the club, her eyes tried to adjust to the multicolored spotlights that whirled around the packed dance floor. There was no other light in the club except the from the mind altering landscape painted on the walls that was lit up by black lights and filled the room with a muted otherworldly glow. The black lights also lit up light-colored articles of clothing and lipstick and nail polish giving the room an even more surreal appearance. She felt like she had taken some mind bending drug as she moved into the room and was assaulted with more weird images. In the middle of the dance floor stood a twenty-foot tall statue of a caterpillar sitting a mushroom. The caterpillar had a human face like a creepy, goth baby colored a sickly yellow and a fat maroon body. Occasionally it would spout a jet of smoke that filled the air with a sickeningly sweet smell. Alice felt dizzy and swayed unsteadily.
"Hello, Alice," a male voice said just as a pair of hands took hold of her shoulders. She turned to see a man who looked like an escapee from an insane clown asylum standing there with his perfectly square, perfectly white teeth set in a creepy grin. His golden eyes seem to have an incandescence of their own and a spotlight swung around lighting up his face briefly.
Alice gasped upon seeing his face and the top hat on his head - the Mad Hatter. She was unable to scream as he pulled her across the floor to the bar. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her upper arm bruising her as he unapologetically manhandled her. She doubted he knew Alice was her real name and had only called her that because of her costume. Glancing around, she wondered where that damn rabbit had disappeared to.
"How about a drink, dear one?" he asked, nodding to the bartender who brought her a something. It was the same color of blue as her dress and bubbled slightly. The glass looked like a shot glass on a stem and had 'drink me' etched in fancy scrawl on it. Picking up the glass by the delicate stem held between his thumb and forefinger, he held it out to her. "Well...do as it says."
Alice hesitated remembering the lines from an Alice in Wonderland movie she had watched. If one drinks too much from a glass marked poison... She could not remember the rest. However, she was sure it was laced with drugs and not poison.
"Go on, pretty one, don't be afraid," he urged her, sliding his fingers through her hair as he moved closer to her. He lowered his lips near her ear until she could feel his hot breath tickling her and his lips grazed her ear when he spoke. "You'll love how it makes you feel."
An aphrodisiac maybe? Whatever... Throwing caution to the wind, she turned up the glass and drank the sweet liquid that tasted like raspberries mixed with the tang of lemonade. Her breathing sped up when she felt his fingertips gliding down her neck. She took in faster, shallower breaths as his hand continued to move downward. Her body tingled, and she felt light as air as if she might float away. Grabbing the lapels of his suit, she tried to keep herself grounded and hold her head onto her body. Her vision blurred and there were two of him smiling down at her. Warmth flooded her body inside and out as if she were lying in a warm flowing stream. She sighed when his fingers made a stroking motion from her chin down to where her cleavage spilled over the top of her low-cut costume. He was petting her, and she liked it. The drug surged through her system heightening the sensitivity of her body. Every little touch brought immense pleasure, and he had not even attempted to touch her breasts.
"Hatter," she gasped, not knowing or caring what his name might be.
"Come with me, Alice. There are many things to see here. There is much to do and many things to feel," he murmured in her ear, sliding his hand over her shoulder and down her arm. "The white rabbit...where's your white rabbit?"
"I-I d-don't kn-know," she stammered, closing her eyes as he slipped out of her grasp. This was it. She was going to disappear into nothing; just float away. Her breathing halted momentarily when his body pressed against her back, and he held her with an arm around her waist.
"Don't worry. I'll be your guide until we find you another. Let's go, Alice. It's time to experience all the pleasure in Wonderland."
Where's the sex? you ask. Next chapter, I'm sure of it. Think of this one as foreplay.