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Alice’s NBM Vacation 4 - Risky Business
🕑 Added 2022-10-31 03:26:37 +0000 UTCGerald had a secret.
Everyone who knew him was aware he was the desk clerk at La Fin du Monde, premier body magic hotel and commerce center. The majority of the staff and a few devoted customers knew he was also the founder and owner. Yet no one knew how he was always at his post.
People noticed it, if they payed enough attention, or talked about his excellent service and discovered the impossible. He always answered the phone, yet no one had seen him take a call at the desk. He would assist guests at their rooms, yet somehow be back at the lobby with new arrivals.
A few speculated that the man was in multiple places at once. How could he always be where he is needed? How could so many things be handled by his hands in such short time?
Gerald had a secret. It was an invention of his own design. It was hidden under the water and swampland of his unique establishment.
It was both his liberator and his prison.
Today, less than twenty-four hours after checking in a woman by the name of Alice Stone, Gerald’s secret became his wingman.
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Gerald was at the front desk assisting a returning guest when a headless (and nearly mindless) Alice picked up her room’s telephone. Yet the phone at the desk did not ring. Another phone did. Another Gerald answered it.
“This is Room Service,” Gerald replied. Same voice of the old gentleman in the lobby. Same suit and attire as the man handling the front of house. Same mannerisms. Same man. Same time.
The only difference between them was their location.
Gerald waited for a response from the other end of the line. He knew the room number and the name of the occupant; that information was displayed in front of him once the call rang. What he did not know was what she needed. Exactly three full seconds passed from his last words before he spoke again. His timing was experience-crafted.
“Room service, how may I assist you?” He scanned his screen while listening to silence. The call was still connected. He considered the tenant, Alice (who had yet to leave his mind from their last meeting fifteen minutes ago). He knew she had likely kept her head off of her body, or put it back on her neck and used her snapjaw chest again to remove it. Precisely four seconds had passed from his second sentence.
“Alice, how can I help-“
A short but jarring burst of sound came through the speaker. It was unmistakable. The rattle of the plastic of the phone. He assumed she hung up…but the call was still connected. Another thud sounded out. A second passed, a lighter thud. Another second, a light tap.
“…She dropped the phone. It hit the wall…” he said to himself. Several seconds dragged by. The call had yet to end. He knew she would have grabbed the phone and hung it up by now if that was her intention. Yet the call was live.
Gerald finalized details with his new arrival as he waited on the phone as he rounded the corner of the hallway and knocked on Alice’s door. “Room service!” said the third Gerald. He gave another series of rapid knocks.
Gerald heard the knocks from the phone. Otherwise it was silence. He took a moment of thought about his next course of action. His worry of his tenant won out over worry of a breach of their privacy.
Gerald in the hallway knew this instantly (he was the same man, just somewhere else at the same time, after all). He pulled out his keycard and scanned it. Alice’s door unlocked for him. He opened it. Upon seeing the dangling phone, he knew to hang up the call.
Gerald, done with the returning guest, sat down behind the front desk and pulled out his sudoku book. Gerald, done with Alice’s phone call, sat in thought over the current situation and waited for another line to ring. Gerald, done with the decision to invade Alice’s room, scanned the scene quickly.
All of the hotel-provided furniture was there in the standard layout. Alice was there; she was facing away from him, and her head was indeed absent from her neck. As he glanced around the room for her missing cranium, Gerald saw a multitude of cameras on the surfaces of counters, the dresser, and table. He paused, his breath caught like a mouse in a trap.
(Too late to leave now - if those are on, there’s already proof I was here,) he thought. (Be honest, be sincere, be supportive.)
After a slow breath to calm himself, he closed the door behind him. Upon turning back to the room, he instantly saw the open and empty snapjaw chest on the floor in front of him.
(That explains much of this. Her body relies heavily on that chest to think much at all in her current state. Without her head in it, it’s practically useless.)
A sideways glance revealed the escaped head to him. He took two steps and gently picked it up. He rotated Alice’s inert head with care and concern. His once-over showed no signs of injury.
(Good, that’s good. Now do I put it back in the chest and leave, or do I —)
Gerald lost all train of thought. Alice had turned to face him and had closed the gap to a step away. Her breasts were over the top of her strapless black dress and fully exposed to him. He was frozen by surprise and attraction as Alice stepped up and blindly found him with her hands.
They both stood there for an eternity. Gerald wracked his brain, trying to come up with a course of action from his experience, but found nothing relevant. He had never been in a position like this while working. He acted on impulse instead, before Alice could move or panic, and placed Alice’s head firmly onto her body.
Her hands came up. They found his hands first, then her own hair. Her facial expression was still vacant; the reconnection would take nearly twenty seconds regardless of circumstances. Thankfully, she kept rather still. It wasn’t until her eyes started to flutter open that he realized Alice was still practically topless.
(This could not be more of a mess,) Gerald thought. (You better say the right things here or your reputation - and your business - is ruined.)
Alice took a breath too long to be a gasp but just as audible. She raised her gaze from his chest to his eyes. Her hands left her head (a cue that Gerald’s hands mimicked). Her expression became confused. As he opened his mouth to speak, Alice smiled and said, “Gerald…you’re here!”
“I, uh…yes, I am,” he stammered. He wanted to clear his throat but did not want to cough in her face. He desperately fought to keep eye contact, her bare breasts taunting him. “You placed a call to the front desk but did not say anything on the line.”
Alice looked to the phone on the wall to see it was still hanging by its cord. “Oh! Did I? I guess I did.” She walked to the phone to hang it up.
Gerald turned away from her. (Please let her fix her dress,) he thought. He saw the snapjaw chest again. He bent to pick it up. “After a few attempts to speak with you, the phone hit the wall. I assumed something was wrong and came right away. I was correct; your head had fallen out of your device. Your body…well, *you*, were rather helpless in such a situation.”
He placed her snapjaw chest on the table. It was open and refused to close. He turned away from it, knowing the chroma lining was indiscriminate in choosing which head to pull its way.
He saw Alice next to the phone (properly hung up once more). She was facing away from him, but not pulling her dress *up*; she was sliding it down, already past her rather round rear.
“…Alice?” Gerald stared at every inch of her figure. His work-thought process broke down. She was completely nude, having stepped out of her flat black shoes. He couldn’t muster a word as she moved.
She grabbed something from the counter near the door. Her left hand rose to the top of her head and grabbed a tight wad of her hair. “Gerald…I…need you. To do something for me.”
He swallowed. The tension was thick, electric. “What do you need, Alice?”
Gerald saw the glowing blade of a Sonic Knife rise to Alice’s neck. The aura shone out with a royal purple glow. Even under the influence of attraction, he was clear-minded about what that color meant. (Her head and her body will both be a separate ‘Alice’ if she does this.)
“I…need you to…” Alice hesitated. “To…come here. Hold me. So I stay steady.”
Gerald trancewalked to Alice. He held the sides of her warm waist from behind.
“Embrace me,” Alice responded. As Gerald wrapped his arms around her stomach, pressing his body against hers, Alice slid the Sonic Knife forth and back through her neck. She lifted with the hand in her hair. Her head swayed free from her neck stump. Her body leaned back against Gerald.
(This is happening. It can’t be happening, it shouldn’t be happening, but it is. Alice wants this, wants…me.)
Alice’s body put the knife down on the counter where she got it. She steadied her head in both hands and leaned forward to place herself down gently beside the knife. Gerald kept her up. Alice’s body (making her own head-free decisions) rotated her severed head to face them both. Alice gasped.
“Oh, Gerald, look, my body! My headless body,” Alice exclaimed. Headless Alice grabbed for Gerald’s hands. He unwrapped his arms from her. She pulled his hands to her breasts and pressed them in, rotating his hands in circles on them. Alice’s head gasped, struck by what her body was doing so quickly. He gripped tight, beyond thinking of the consequences, lost in the ever-stretching moment.
“Mmm, use me, headless me, while Im forced to watch, please, please?”
Gerald smiled as he looked at her lust-driven face. “At your service,” he replied. He kissed the flat top of her neck. Her body seized up in pleasure. Her hands found Gerald’s head and ran through his hair as he pursed his lips on her neck over and over. His hands grappled her tits with greed. Her rear pressed into his hips with rhythm.
The Alice that was only a head was murmuring and moaning as though she could still feel what her headless half felt. She had no control anymore. What if her body doesn’t put her back on? What if Gerald picks her up and takes her head away? Her mind flooded with the possibilities as her eyes were washed with the dance unfolding in front of her. To her surprise, Gerald let her go and stepped back from her. “Wh…what are you doing? Is something wrong?”
Gerald chuckled. “No, Alice. Everything is right.” He stepped another few steps away from her now lost body. He waited by the bed, watching what her headless body would do, as he began to undress.
Self-decapitated Alice stutter-stepped in place. She waved her hands over her neck, wondering where the kisses went. She turned in a circle, blindly waving her arms (and nicely jiggling her curves), wondering where Gerald went. She began stumbling forward. Her headless body had to wander in aroused panic for a minute, bumping furniture and nearly tripping all the while, before she got close enough to Gerald.
He grabbed her outstretched wrist and used her momentum to swing her onto the bed. She landed on her back with her open legs facing him. He planted his hands on her thighs and got down on his knees between them. His hands slid up to her glistening sex. Her body undulated as his fingers rubbed her lips.
“Oh, Gerald…you…you…” Alice trailed off. She watched him abandon her helpless body. She saw the smile and growing erection he had while watching her search for him. She nearly gasped when he threw her to the bed. This callousness wasn’t the Gerald she expected, and she was surprised that it *excited* her. Though he may have eventually decided to give her oral (an act of service from the man who serves), this other side to him was tantalizing. “…You are something else, you know that?”
“I do,” he stated. His voice had enough volume to reach her head from across the room without becoming a yell. He planted his face between her legs and began licking and kissing where his fingers had started.
Her body was moving in waves on the bed. Hands gripped handfuls of sheet. Tits swayed up and sideways and around without stopping. Thighs squeezed together, relaxed, squeezed, relaxed. When Gerald focused his tongue entirely on her clit, Alice began shuddering and slow-flailing. Her chest rose and fell in silent breaths.
“More, Gerald! More of you!” Alice called out. “I’m ready to watch more than foreplay~”
Gerald didn’t speak as his hands traveled upwards, gracing her sides before caressing her breasts. The rest of him followed. His mouth kissed the way up her body. Hips, stomach, cleavage, nipples, sternum, collar bones, neck. One hand remained on her tit as the other went down to his shaft to guide himself in.
Alice moaned as she saw her back arch from his entry. She thought her head wouldn’t feel this much arousal from watching. She was quite happy she was wrong. There was something different about seeing people having sex when one of them was yourself.
Gerald stayed stock still after sliding into her. The blast of heat and pleasure! Her walls clenched him and he held his breath, waiting and hoping he could reserve himself. The crucial moment passed and he began to rock slow and steady. He could hear his breathing.
He looked down at the bombshell beneath him. She was rubbing her flat stump steadily with her right hand, teasing and pinching her nipple with her right. She jiggled under him. Her breasts and blanked neck were hypnotizing.
Alice heard the bed creak to a beat set by bodies. She watched herself grab and hold Gerald’s arm and waist. Her back arched, burying her neck stump into the crumpled blanket beneath her. Her legs lifted and hooked around Gerald’s back. Everything she saw told her that her body was rolling in bliss.
Minutes passed, moments chained together by pleasure. Hands roamed and grasped. Breaths and moans permeated. Disbelief was dispelled. Reality was fantasy.
Gerald released his clamp on Alice’s shaking tit and slid it down her side, never stopping his steady stroke. His fingertips found her clit. He rubbed her rapidly all while pumping his iron in and out of her.
Alice started to buck her hips erratically. Her stomach shook as her abs contracted. Her hands flew up to her neck stump with curled fingers, grazing the flat surface. A powerful orgasm roared through her, clamping her pussy tight and pushing Gerald’s cock out of her.
Both Alice and Gerald watched her headless body spasm on the bed. Gerald stroked himself while he watched, keeping himself hard but not yet pushing to cum. After a near minute of her calming down, she reached up blindly from the bed. Gerald reached his free hand out. She shocked them both when she pulled him down to the bed beside her. He fell into a seated position as her body slid off the bed to her knees. In a flash, Alice was kneeling between his legs and grabbing for his cock.
“O-oh, Alice, you—oooommmmmm,” he murmured, as Alice wedged his shaft between her breasts and squeezed them up and down on him. He watched with his mouth agape, leaning back on his elbows to give her room to work.
Her body rose and fell, bouncing her tits along with it. Her neck stump and chest were glistening with sweat. His breathing spiked in and out. His gut tightened. Mere minutes after beginning to willingly assault his dick with her flawless chest, Gerald moaned and came. Cum shot in strands and draped itself across the top and front of Alice’s headless neck. As the last burst of jizz pooled between her tits, Alice let her breasts go and shook them, playfully smacking his still-throbbing shaft.
Gerald flopped back onto the bed. He was spent. All he could do was catch his breath. He felt Alice press on his legs to get up. He tilted his head to the side to watch her sway and stumble across the room on weakened legs.
Alice stared open-mouthed at herself wobbling over to her. Seeing cum on her tits was nothing new, but to see it coating her neck stump was mind-blowingly arousing. Her body was swirling a single finger in that cum as she approached her head. She fumbled her hands on the counter. She knocked her head on its side before picking it up.
Gerald locked eyes with Alice as her body lifted her head. She held Alice’s face to her neck, her backside still facing Gerald. Without looking away from him, she licked the cum from her stump slowly and thoroughly, giggling and moaning as she did.
(I will never forget this woman as long as I live and breathe,) he thought. The best he could manage to say out loud was “Mmmm~.”
Alice’s body surprised them both - she did not reattach her head. Instead, Alice found herself back on the counter before her body strut into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. The shower kicked on just seconds later.
Gerald sat up with a groan, then smiled. “Alice, that was…I just…why did you-“
“To thank you,” Alice interrrupted. “You cared about how I felt. I knew you saw me for more than my body - more than *just* my body, anyways. And, well…I’ll be honest.” She huffed and looked away from him as best as a severed head could. “You’re the only guy I knew here and I was really, really horny.”
“Oh. Well, of course. I understand.” He sounded defeated.
Alice picked up on that cue. “But…you were fantastic! My body clearly liked what you were doing to me. And trusts you enough to leave me, her head, alone with you.”
Gerald had stood up and gathered his clothes in hand. He stopped at these last words. A small grin crossed his face. “That is true.”
Alice positively beamed at Gerald. What started as a means to an end had ended up meaning something more to her. Gerald was kind to her, attentive to her, good at fucking her (that last one was assumed until she convened with her body about it but she was pretty damn sure he was). Hell, he even enjoyed her “weird” obsession with body magic, something that was seeming less weird by the moment with him. She believed she was feeling real attraction to the man. “Kiss me, Gerald.”
He had mostly buttoned his shirt with his pants on the table. His gentle stride carried him smoothly to her. Both hands cupped her cheeks and lifted her head. He saw her eyes close as her lips puckered out. He closed his eyes in suit and kissed her chastely for a full second, pulled her head back, then pressed in again for another smaller kiss. They both looked to each other and smiled.
Gerald carried her over to the table with his clothes and set her down. As they waited for her body to finish showering, Gerald dressed and they chatted about the trading event happening that night; what time it started (“half an hour - we were here quite a while, huh?”), what the mystery gifts would be like (“they’re a mystery for a reason, Alice”), and what could be traded (“goods, services, sometimes body parts - as long as both parties agree to the terms”).
“So, like, I could trade away my head,” Alice inquired. “I mean, not that I WANT to, or anything, but like, theoretically?”
“Yes, but I do wish you would keep this one. It is rather beautiful.”
The shower shut off. The pure silence left both of them with blush to their cheeks.
“…I could trade it to you, you know.” Alice had a devilish smirk and sparkling eyes.
“…But what would you want in return?” Gerald found it hard to say no directly to her “theoretical” offer.
“Um, uh, well…” Alice thought, her mouth scrunching up impossibly small as she looked up. Then her brow furrowed down. “Wait, don’t you have like, a gazillion gadgets and tools for sale here? What about those?” Her flirtatious smile returned.
Gerald’s eyes took a turn to sparkle. “Now that you mention it…I could offer something that would let you live your life without at head.”
Alice was saved from trying to respond by her own headless body opening the bathroom door. Gerald turned her head for her. They both watched her nude self walk straight for the dress and shoes she had left on the ground near the phone and start sliding everything on.
“You didn’t even try to get your head first,” Gerald said.
“Yeah,” Alice said. Her voice sounded far away.
After a brief struggle sliding on her shoes, Alice fixed her chest in her strapless black dress. After attempting to look down at herself, her hands patted down her empty neck. She extended her arms in front of her and walked back to the counter, finding the knife and the coffee maker, but not her head.
“Oh, Gerald, could you?” His hands held her from behind her head and lifted. As her body turned around, Gerald placed her head back in her hands. She jumped at the sudden presence, but got a good grip and put her head back on her body. She closed her eyes and smiled, almost humming.
“Aaah,” said Gerald. “Your memories are merging, of course.”
Alice nodded, her hands still on her head. She giggled, then looked to him intensely. “Gerald.”
“Yes?”
“This better not be our only time doing this.” Alice’s expression was pure passion and satisfaction.
“As long as you want me, it won’t be.” His outward composure had returned, but his internal reaction was explosions of joy.
There was a rapid series of knocks at the door. Alice looked confused but Gerald started walking to the door instantly.
“Who is that?”
“Someone I called for.” (Just another one of me that I told to get something for you, don’t you worry.)
Alice looked to the phone as Gerald opened the door and grabbed something from the person she couldn’t see on the other side. “But you never called anyone.”
Gerald closed the door and froze facing her. He kept his mouth shut, trying to find a reason for the visit that didn’t reveal his cloneable nature. Thankfully, Alice looked at what was in his hands.
“Wait, what is that?”
Gerald inwardly sighed in relief for the accidental deflection from the question he couldn’t answer. “I did say I could give you a device that would let you live your life without your head.”
In his hands was a thick cylindrical silver piece of technology. Alice saw a couple LED lights (both off) and what looked like speaker holes on the side. There were more etchings and equipment on it, but she couldn’t recognize what any of it was. Thankfully, Gerald started to tell her.
“This is a neck stump cap built to replace some of the functions of your head.”
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As promised, the early drop of the next chapter of Alice’s NBM Vacation is here! Expect this to stay here for about a week or so exclusive to Patreon. After that, I’ll be porting the story to DA but WITHOUT the wonderful sex scene above - that stays exclusive to you! Let me know what you think about it, and be ready for more of this story in the nearer-than-several-years future!
