Alice checked the invitation. It had been slipped under her front door during the night. She found it first thing this morning when she got up.
The white card was embossed with gold lettering.
"You are cordially invited to the Hatter's Special Tea Party. Enter via the Cupboard Under The Stairs. Take the first turn on the left.
Do Not Pass Go."
Alice was confused. The house she lived in was actually a two bedroom apartment that she moved into after finishing her University degree, and that was three years ago. It had no cupboard and definitely no stairs. She dressed quickly into a denim skirt down to her knees and a long sleeved white button up shirt.
Walking out the bedroom, Alice saw it. Next to the front door, a small cupboard underneath a flight of stairs that went directly into the ceiling. It hadn't been there before.
"I never could understand Mondays," mumbled Alice.
Suddenly the cupboard door burst open and out hopped a man wearing nothing but a bright red waistcoat. No shirt, no pants, just a waistcoat. He looked ridiculous. The waistcoat was tight across the chest but exceptionally long. It went down to mid thigh.
"I can take you to the Party, but only if you catch and blow me first. Do you have time for me?"
It was an understatement to say Alice was confused.
"Who the fuck are you?"
Alice tried to remember what drinks she'd had last night. She'd had bad hangovers before, but this was the first time she'd had hallucinations.
"Aren't you supposed to be a pink elephant? I need a coffee."
Alice watched as he literally hopped into the lounge room. She was beginning to get fascinated by this illusion. With each hop, the waistcoat rode up, revealing one of the cutest, tight little bums that she'd ever seen.
"I've seen that bum before," thought Alice.
"You were at the pub last night, weren't you" she asked.
He grinned as he took her in his arms and kissed her. Alice kissed back and her hands dropped down to grab his cheeky arse. She remembered gripping that same bum as he thrust deep into her. Was it only last night? It all seemed like a dream.
Alice wasn't dreaming when she broke off for his kiss and dropped to her knees. His erection was barely covered by the waistcoat, the buttons barely holding the fabric together. Using a skill that she'd learnt in college, Alice unbuttoned the waistcoat with her mouth. It had been a Community College. She smiled as the tip of his cock poked out.
"Yum" she said as she licked her lips and then licked his knob.
He stood there motionless as Alice got to work. Her head bobbed up and down as she took the full length of his shaft in her mouth. She could feel his body quivering as the tension rose. It all happened quickly, he shivered as he suddenly pushed his hips forward. Alice felt his cum gush into her throat. The salty taste filled her mouth as she swallowed. Once, twice, three times before she let his cock slide out of her mouth.
"Wow, that's a fantastic way to start the day," he said as he tried to regain his composure.
"Tell me more about this party," Alice asked, licking the last drops of cum from her lips.
Taking a small bottle from his waistcoat pocket, something that looked like a miniature bottle of scotch, he said, "take a slug of this and go through the cupboard door. It's easy."
Alice looked at the bottle. It fit neatly in the palm of her hand. The label said "Drink Me" in friendly letters, so she did.
She opened the cupboard door and stepped inside. Into the darkness she walked.
The next thing she remembered was a room with a large table, surrounded by many chairs of different styles and sizes.
The table stretched on, almost for ever. Piled high with cups, saucers and oh, so many plates of the richest cream cakes.
Alice felt uncomfortable. Ever since drinking from the bottle marked "Drink Me" she had become at least two feet taller and her clothes were tight.
The buttons on her shirt strained to stay closed. Her firm nipples pushed hard on the fabric of her shirt. Her dress originally came to her knees, but now it was a short, very short denim mini, exposing her long legs. She sat at the table, struggling to keep her modesty. Her head was full of clouds, but she felt strangely relaxed. What was in that bottle?
"Tea?" Asked The Hatter.
"Or would you prefer me?"
Alice blinked. What was going on?
The Hatter stood beside Alice at the table. He couldn't help but stare down her shirt.
Alice turned to the man standing at her chair, her eyes level with his waist.
"Tea? I think I need something stronger" she mumbled, "perhaps something to eat?"
Alice opened her mouth as The Hatter hand fed her cream cake. The cream, so fresh, dripped onto her chest.
"Oops!" She giggled. "I'm making a bit of a mess"