Alice: Opening my Legs at Your Wedding (Alice BDSM Book 1)

Aunt Julia is one of our relatives who have no clue what my father does in his spare time. All she sees is the multinational CEO and the philanthropist, like the rest of the family does. She doesn't see the debaucher and the dom - the deviant who camouflages his true kinky colors with money and small talk.

"You should be ashamed of yourself, dressed like that."

No more than you in that god-awful hat, Aunt Julia.

Aloud I say in a loud voice, "Ooops!"

I promptly drop my shiny white Chanel purse. And just as promptly bend over to pick it up from the ground, showing everyone behind me a glimpse of my bare buttocks. I'm sure they can make out my pussy and asshole as well. Well, if they can't, I linger on my purse, so that
I'm bent over for longer than necessary.

I hear gasps of outrage and shock behind me, and I smile.

When I straighten myself, Aunt Julia's face is the color of the purple sashes around each white chair.

"Alice! Go inside this minute and put on a coat on before your father sees you, for goodness sake!"

I flash an impish smile at her.

"Later. See you around, Aunt Julia."

I turn heel and stride righteously away. I am gratified to see the drained and shocked faces of the guests around me. To further traumatize them, I drop my purse again with a self-conscious "Ooops! I did it again!" and bend down to pick it up.

But I have a mission. I'm not merely going around to flash my naughty bits like an errant slut.

I am looking, in particular, for Gina's father.