Flipping Through the Pages
Copyright© 2026 by Dragonpig
Chapter 6
Alice sat naked on the hotel bed, her eyes following Jervis’ every move. He meticulously removed his blazer, draping it carefully over the chair.
His gaze fell upon her slender, not yet fully developed body, a familiar eager smile playing on his lips. This was the smile that had graced countless magazine covers and charmed the fashion elite. But here, now, it was just for her.
She tilted her head, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “You always this careful with your clothes, Jervis?”
He chuckled, loosening his tie with a fluid motion. “A person must always do their best. In the fashion industry, image is everything, my dear.”
She leaned back, one hand supporting her blonde head, her knee bent to give him an unobstructed view of her hairless pussy. “You’re not what I expected,” she said, her voice laced with surprise.
He sat beside her, his hand beginning a slow, tantalizing journey from her collarbone, down her flat chest, to her stomach. “And what did you expect, my dear?” he asked, his voice a playful challenge.
She giggled a childish sound that contrasted with the intimacy of the moment. “Less boring and more fun, I guess. I mean, what does a girl have to do to get your attention? I thought you’d never notice me.”
He leaned in, his breath warm on her ear. “I have to be careful, Alice. The world doesn’t understand our love. My business Hatters sails dreams, and I have to keep up appearances. But here, now, it’s just you and me.”
She took his hand, guiding it down between her slender thighs. She was already wet and eager. “Touch me, Jervis,” she pouted. Prettily.
Ultimate Bruce Wayne stepped into the elevator of the Gotham Grand, a sleek, mirrored panel lift that moved with a low hum. It was late, and the lobby had been quiet.
A man was already inside, dressed in a dark coat, standing near the back. Bruce nodded politely as the doors closed.
“Nice night out,” the man said casually, not looking over.
“Surprisingly clear,” Bruce replied. “For Gotham.”
The man gave a small chuckle. “Guess we’ll take what we can get.”
Bruce pressed eight. The man pressed six. The numbers glowed softly as they ascended.
Alice’s fingers tightened in Jervis’ shaggy red hair, her legs wrapping around his lower back, pulling him closer. His tongue was magic, dancing over her clit, bringing her to heights she hadn’t felt in months.
“It’s been too long,” she thought, her breath coming in short gasps. “Too long since I’ve felt this good.” Her body arched, pressing into his mouth, seeking more, always more.
“Men like him are hard to find,” she mused, her mind foggy with pleasure. “Men who have the combination I’m looking for - a desire for young girls and the other attributes to make it worth our time.”
She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her grip on his hair tightening. “Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Please, don’t stop.”
He didn’t. He continued his delicious assault on her pussy, his tongue, his lips, and his artistic fingers working together to bring her pleasure.
There was a short pause between floors. The hum of the elevator filled the silence.
“Here on business?” the man asked.
“Something like that,” Bruce said, offering a slight smile. “You?”
“Just passing through.”
The elevator stopped at six. The man stepped out, glancing back briefly. “Have a good night.”
“You too,” Bruce said as the doors closed. He watched the number climb to eight.
Alice’s head bobbed up and down, her mouth filled with Jervis’ cock. She could feel him getting close, his body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps. “You’re so good at this, Alice,” he panted, his hands fisting the sheets.
Hearing his praise, she felt a surge of desire. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue stroking the underside of his penis, wanting to bring him to release. “That’s it, my sweet,” he groaned, his hips bucking slightly. “Just like that.”
With a final strong suction, he came, his warm seed filling her mouth. She swallowed every drop, a sense of pride and satisfaction in her skills washing over her. As she leaned back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she heard a loud knock echo through the room.
Jervis’ eyes widened in panic. “Who’s that?” he whispered, his voice tinged with fear.
She heard the knock again, followed by an angry voice. “Alice? I know that is you in there, girl?” Her father’s voice was gruff, angry. “Open the fucking door.”
Ultimate Bruce Wayne slid the keycard into the lock, his hand trembling slightly as exhaustion threatened to overwhelm him. The mechanism clicked with a soft beep, and he pushed open the door to reveal an opulent suite—marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows, Egyptian cotton sheets.
He closed the door behind him and leaned against the rich mahogany panel, letting out a sigh of relief. His multiversal travels had worn him down. All I need is an hour of rest in this Gotham, he thought, his eyes drifting to the king-sized bed with its pristine white linens. Then I’ll continue on my journey.
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