"Yeah, this is going to be the one that does it. We retire after this baby," said Rohit.

"You deserve this, handsome," replied Kate.

At the age of thirty-eight, Rohit had done it all and lived it all. He had his fun in his early and mid-thirties, and by his late thirties, he had married his ideal woman. The pair lived among the social elite in Miami, but a special opportunity awaited them. Even the way the two looked attracted positive attention.

Rohit had black hair, dark olive skin, brown eyes, a chiseled jaw, and a muscular body. Of Indian descent but born in Texas, he had the exotic looks to go with his rather American accent. Kate had blonde hair, tanned skin, blue eyes, a supermodel body, freckles, and was an All-American girl from Ohio. She was also in her mid-twenties, so almost a decade younger than Rohit.

At his age, he had done it all. Rohit had slept with over three hundred women by the age of thirty-five and even became an amateur pornstar who went viral. The fact that he could keep his job was a miracle, but somehow, he kept it. Society had such a loose moral compass at that point that it didn't care about the man's debauchery. Somehow, he had done it all and was about to get away scot-free to live his life.

"You close this, we live it out," said Kate.

"Yeah, buy a yacht, a bigger house, and set the kids up for life," said Rohit.

"This is going to happen for you, baby. You deserve this," said Kate.

The pair locked lips. They were already chilling on their balcony in nothing but their underwear. Her sweaty and rather stinky body aroused him. Her skinny frame turned him on, and what was a kiss quickly led to going indoors.

She loved how his larger, muscular body physically dominated her. He ate her out, which made her cum. Moments later, she was riding him and moaning as the bed filled with their sweat. Without any hesitation, he came inside of her as she lay on his muscular body.

"Tomorrow, you go to Paris," she whispered.

"I know," he replied, as they locked lips.

"So this person you need to meet, what do you really need to?" she asked.

"Just convince her to endorse the deal, sign it, and finalize it. If she does not approve it, then it stops where it is. Her team and company want it, but she is the final yes," he said.

"How much do you know about her?" asked Kate.

"Well, her name is supposedly Alice Laval Perrin Moreau V. I tried looking her up on LinkedIn, but no photo or anything," said Rohit.

"Must be ugly," laughed Kate.

"Yeah, probably a grandma or something," replied Rohit, as the pair laughed and hugged. Kate momentarily blinked.

"Paris, huh? So, are you ready this time? I mean, I know you had a crappy childhood there," said Kate.

"Yeah, just bad memories through and through, but it's going to be a short trip," said Rohit.

The day flew by, and the next day was the trip to Paris. Kate drove Rohit to the airport, and Rohit made his flight on time. The flight was first class and a rather comfortable one for the man. He arrived in Paris and was in a rather upscale hotel. Immediately, the cold weather of the city hit the Miami man.

"So she is going to be more towards the north, but on the outskirts of town, here is the location," said Brett, Rohit's manager, but more of a friend than anything.

"Yeah, let's go get 'em," said Rohit.

Rohit took an Uber to the requested place. The driver seemed to be an older man with a stern expression. Rohit thought nothing of it, given that Paris had a reputation. As the buildings faded, there was nothing but woods.

"What the hell?" asked Rohit, realizing he had lost all service on his phone.

"Hey, man, do you know what is going on? I lost service," said Rohit to the driver.

"You go here to this place, why?" asked the driver.

"Uh, business deal, Alice Moreau V, name sound familiar?" asked Rohit, as the driver put the car into a hard break, scaring Rohit. He turned to face Rohit with an intense expression that momentarily scared the man.

"You, boy, take this! You will need it!" said the driver, handing Rohit a cross.

"Okay, look, dude, I am not religious, it's just a busi—" said Rohit, before being cut off.

"You will be religious, you will pray!" the driver said.

"Okay, just take me to the damn address on the Uber, man," said Rohit.

"Take!" shouted the driver, as Rohit rolled his eyes and took the cross.

"Americans, you act like the world is this safe, jolly place. So foolish, you have no idea," said the driver.

"Okay, what am I missing? Is this woman a murderer?" asked Rohit.

"Woman? Hahaha!" said the driver.

"Stop with the games, tell me what she or it or he is," said Rohit, as the driver arrived at a large mansion.

"The cross, you will need it, now get out!" said the driver.

The mansion was large and in a secluded area. The ordeal freaked out Rohit. Thinking the driver to be the typical moron, he went to the mansion. He knocked, but no one answered.

"Mansion but no security, no nothing," said Rohit. Rohit knocked again, but no answer.

"Fuck it," said Rohit, pushing the door to see it open.

He went inside and saw that the mansion, while gigantic, was also poorly lit. The couches were from an older era. Almost no one was inside. He walked and explored to see what exactly was going on.

"Hey, Alice?" he shouted.

"Yes, here," replied a voice with a heavy French accent.

"Where?" asked Rohit.

"Here," said a voice behind him, freaking Rohit out.

"Whoa!" shouted Rohit.

Rohit turned around to see a woman with pale skin, blue eyes, freckles, an angular face, and a slim figure. Her teeth were white, and her appearance somewhat youthful. She wore an all-black dress, which contrasted with her pale complexion. Her face was quite beautiful, and her body slim with perky breasts.

"Mr. Salesman, you startle easily," the woman replied, in a French accent.

"So you are Alice?" asked Rohit, as the woman blinked and smiled.

"This whole ordeal, it seems like a lot. I mean, it is nice for you to call me here, but I mean, believe me, we could have done this remotely if you wanted," replied Rohit, as the smile on the woman's face immediately turned into an intense glare.

"Apologies, I mean, thank you for the invite," said Rohit, as a pause ensued.

"Let's eat!" the woman said, smiling again.

"Sure, I am hungry," said Rohit.

"Me too, we might not have the same diet," replied the woman.

"Who knows? We might," replied Rohit.

"We don't," she said, in an intense, deep voice.

The mansion was rather cold and somewhat dark, with only a small amount of light. Rohit sat down at a giant table with food prepared. Rohit saw steak, vegetables, pasta, and even some cheesecake. The woman looked at Rohit and smiled.

"Help yourself," said Alice.

"Thank you," said Rohit, immediately eating.

Alice sat near Rohit and looked at him eat. Her expression was like that of a hawk. Rohit saw the intense glare in her blue eyes and paused eating. She bit her bottom lip with her white teeth as she looked at Rohit.

"Aren't you going to eat too?" asked Rohit, noticing that the woman was only drinking Red Wine.

"Who is to say I haven't?" replied Alice.

"You said you were hungry," replied Rohit.

"Yes, but did I say I was full?" asked Alice.

"Oh yeah, hey, nothing like Red Wine after dinner, right?" said Rohit.

"Who is to say this is Red Wine?" asked Alice.

"Oh yes, maybe it is grape juice or the newest drink; they make so many of those," said Rohit, as the woman looked at Rohit and blinked with a blank expression.

Rohit ate, but his appetite was rather deflated after the interaction. What he wanted was for Alice to sign so the deal could close. The Parisian winter was weighing on the Miami man. Before Miami, he spent a few years in New York, so he summoned his inner bluntness.

"Hey, look, Alice, I think it is best we get to business. What do we have to do to get this deal closed?" asked Rohit.

"Ha!" replied Alice.

"Oh great, objections, let's handle them," said Rohit, as the woman walked closer and sat in the chair right next to Rohit, leaning in. Her pale finger touched the back of his tanned neck.

"Tell me, Salesman, what kind of an idiot do you think I am?" whispered Alice, as Rohit's eyes opened with shock. His penis was as hard as a rock from her touch. He gulped before answering.

"What in the deal has you feeling that you are being conned?" asked Rohit.

"The fact that it is five years, payment terms are within thirty days, no cancellation included, no guarantee of a good service, your company was in the news a month ago due to a hack, you have no significant presence in Paris, your newest European office opened in Madrid, the reviews of your recent rollout have been abysmal, and the person who endorsed it at my company doesn't have the best reputation," replied Alice, giving Rohit a blank stare and blinking.

"Wow, okay, so where do we even start with this?" asked Rohit.

"Where do you?" replied Alice.

"How about you repeat everything, I write it down, and I get this to my team for a fix," said Rohit, as Alice gave him a blank stare and blinked. A pause of a few seconds ensued before anything else was said.

"Hahahahaha," replied Alice, laughing.

"Alright, you know, I remember a lot of it. I will just go back to the hotel and we will get you a better deal," said Rohit, getting up and having had enough of the ordeal.

"How's that service doing on your phone?" asked Alice, catching Rohit by surprise. Rohit paused before looking back at the woman who had a devious smile on her face.

"Say what, any chance you can call me a taxi?" asked Rohit as Alice smiled.

"Say what, Rohit? How about you rest here?" replied Alice.

"Love the hospitality, but I think a taxi back to the hotel would be great," replied Rohit.

"Love the paranoia, but come on, Salesman, you don't believe in those crazy horror movies, do you? What do you think I am going to do? Turn into a bat?" asked Alice, laughing as Rohit laughed.

"Fine, where is the bedroom?" asked Rohit.

Alice got up and led Rohit up a long flight of steps. In the mansion, he saw large paintings and numerous ancient artifacts. The art all screamed violence, with the paintings being war battles and beasts destroying humans. As he headed up the steps, he saw the way the woman moved, and it was somewhat arousing. Her hips swayed from side to side in a rhythmic motion.

The hallway was large and had many rooms. Rohit felt the bitter cold and almost seemed to hear the noises of despair, which he attributed to the hectic day and his mind playing tricks. The furniture in the bedroom and the entire mansion seemed to be upscale, but it was from a bygone era. Alice opened one of the doors, and a luxurious bedroom with a Medieval feel was all Rohit saw.

"Sleep tight, Salesman," said Alice, smiling.

"Thank you," said Rohit.

"You are welcome," said Alice, grabbing Rohit around the neck and kissing him on both cheeks.

The kiss aroused Rohit, but not as much as the touch. Alice's fingers touched his upper back and massaged it. Rohit had to let out a groan as his cock was as hard as a rock. In that moment, he realized that he had a wife now and could not be disloyal. He gently pushed the pale woman away from him as she stared into his eyes and blinked.

"Well, I will be sleeping," said Rohit, as Alice looked at him and blinked again. He turned around and heard the door close.

He assumed that Alice was gone, and so he started to take off his clothes. Within seconds, he was in nothing but his underwear with his massive cock that barely fit in them. As the bed awaited him, he smiled. Knowing that he could use a good rest, he prepared to lie down but turned back to see the rest of the bedroom.

"What the!" said Rohit.

Alice stood in front of him completely nude. Her pale body glowed as her shredded abs showed. Rohit's eyes opened wide, and before he could do anything, she approached him. The shock was too much, and within seconds, she jumped over him.

Her hairy pussy started to grind against his muscular hairy abs as the two locked lips. Alice had a powerful scent that was almost like honey mixed with a natural body odor. Her hands massaged his back as his body submitted to her. He fell over on the bed as she mounted him, looking right down at him. She slipped down on his body and pulled down his underwear.

"Ah fuck!" he whispered, as blood rushed aggressively throughout his body.

She stuffed the hard, massive cock in her mouth as her legs sandwiched his head. Her pussy pushed against his face as her brunette pubes surrounded his lips. He licked and sucked her pussy, which almost tasted like honey. He had never had pussy that tasted like honey, and in his whole life, he had slept with over three hundred women.

Both of the lovers felt their legs shake from arousal. He squeezed her buttocks tightly and massaged her lower back, getting her to release the hold on his face. Despite the cold, the lovers quickly became sweaty. His heart raced uncontrollably fast, faster than it ever had.

"What the-" he said, as she turned around and gave him an intense glare.

She crawled up against his face as his cock slipped inside of her pussy. Her lips aggressively kissed his cheeks and face while he did the same. The pair got into a contest of licking and kissing each other's faces as much as possible. His hands massaged the brunette's pale back as she moaned.

"Ha!" she said.

The moans quickly turned into hisses as she aggressively rode him. Her pale face and intense blue eyes had an almost demonic expression to them. She started to aggressively ride and grind against his cock, even crushing his testicles to a degree, as he moaned. He was sexually experienced, so her body shook a bit, and just like that, she had an orgasm.

"Oh, it is right what they said about you, Miami boy," said Alice, sitting up straight with the cock in her pussy. Fluids poured out, and the brunette moaned before falling over on Rohit.

She put her arms around his neck and continued to kiss him as the cock pounded her wet pussy. After some more aggressive grinding on her end, she made her guest cum. She continued to kiss his face as he softly bit her shoulder. A long breath left the two as they looked at each other and blinked.

"I will sign it," said Alice, smiling.

Rohit was smiling and almost overjoyed. Surely Kate would forgive him for cheating, given how big the deal was. The deal gets signed, and Rohit's dream life begins. This was the final obstacle, and now he would be living a great life in Miami.

"But you are not going back to Miami," said Alice, smiling, as Rohit smirked.

"Well, not tonight. My flight is the day after tomorrow," replied Rohit, laughing.

"You will never go back to Miami," said Alice, smiling with a blank stare on her face.

"Okay, and why is that?" asked Rohit.

"Because you are mine," replied Alice, smiling, as Rohit laughed.

"Oh, well, you see, I am actually married," replied Rohit, laughing.

"Yes, to Kate, don't worry, she will get the money and everything," replied Alice.

His heart stopped at the thought of Alice knowing who Kate even was. So far, he knew nothing about Alice, and for some reason, he was sent to her. Alice could not have possibly known about Kate, as Rohit had made his social media profiles private. Yet, here he was in a mansion far outside of Paris with a weird driver who took him there.

"Okay, don't pull any punches. What the hell is going on here? How do you know Kate?" asked Rohit.

"Oh yes, you're angry," replied Alice, smiling as she sniffed him.

"Tell me," replied Rohit, grabbing her by her shoulders and pinning her down.

"Oh yes," she said, kissing his face and neck, which aroused him.

"Tell me!" he whispered, an intense look in her eyes.

"Ever think about your crappy childhood in Paris, boy? Why was it so crappy?" asked Alice.

Rohit thought about his time in Paris as a child. It was all a blur to him now as an adult. Paris was a place he forgot about and continued to ignore. Even as an adult, he never went except for this business deal. His body rested as he got off Alice.

"This Rohit Experiment went on for too long. A boy who spent his childhood in the slums of Paris and his Indian immigrant parents, who would move to America. He made something of himself. He got some muscles, made a lot of money, became popular on social media, and slept with over three hundred women. We don't normally let the nice tanned ones like you run too wild, but this one, oh this one, this Tiger left the zoo!" said Alice, a devious smile on her face as she rolled onto Rohit.

"Fuck you, stupid French bitch, go to hell," said Rohit, attempting to get up but finding his body too tired for it.

"Hell, that's where the two of us are meant to go and be with each other forever," replied Alice, smiling.

"I will be back in Miami with Kate. Fuck your riddles and fuck this deal, you demonic witch," said Rohit, staring intensely into Alice's blue eyes.

"Think, boy, think why your childhood was so bad," smiled Alice.

"Fuck you," replied Rohit.

"Rohan, come here, little Rohan," smiled Alice, her face becoming even more devious. A traumatic flashback hit Rohit.

"No, wait, you haven't even aged," whispered Rohit, as Alice blinked and smiled.

"What the hell are you? You can't be human," replied Rohit.

"Ever wonder why that driver gave you a cross?" asked Alice.

"Fuck, I am so damn tired!" said Rohit. Alice quickly crawled on Rohit and kissed his face while massaging the back of his neck.

"Rest, you will live. Tomorrow, I will explain more," said Alice. She squeezed his shoulders and kissed him to the point that he somehow fell asleep.

The next morning, he rose, well rested and nude. He wondered if it was all really a dream. Perhaps it was a dream and nothing more. He got up and put on his clothes, but the trip so far had made him decide to get out. If he had to walk all the way to Paris, he would do just that.

After he put on his clothes, he headed out of the bedroom. He remembered the hallway and made his way down the stairs. Maybe the mysterious woman was asleep, and he could simply sneak out. As he made his way down the stairs, a familiar figure popped up before he could be off the steps. It was Alice, completely nude and looking at Rohit.

"Oh, so this shit was not a nightmare," said Rohit.

She didn't even respond to his statement, but instead, approached him. Her arms coiled around his neck as she managed to take off his clothes effortlessly. It was almost like a work of art, given how fast she did it all. He felt his blood boil and rush throughout his body as his cock became as hard as a rock.

Her skin was soft and pale, contrasting with his rough skin and much darker complexion. Every touch consumed him and overwhelmed him physically. His breath became aroused but heavier from her touches. Moments later, he came and she drank it all. He could barely stand and, instead, collapsed, being conscious but out of energy.

"Who the fuck are you?" he asked, laboring to get out every word. A pause ensued as she looked down at him with her intimidating blue eyes.

"Ever wonder why that driver offered you a cross?" she asked, as his heart raced.

"Oh, so that wasn't Red Wine you were drinking," he smirked, laughing, keeping his confidence despite the grave situation. She smiled and walked over to him as he lay down. Her nude, pale body jumped on his tanned, muscular figure. Despite his having just come, her touch still managed to arouse him.

"I don't need to drink that from you, this is my nutrition," she said, smiling as she licked the final bit of cum off of her hand.

At this point, he did not know what to think. His body was exhausted yet aroused. He was much more powerful than this pale and slender woman, yet he was exhausted. Every question he asked made him even more confused as he looked away.

"You ever remember what it was that made Paris so traumatic for you?" she whispered, massaging the back of his neck. He gulped but almost ignored her question.

"Think little Rohan, think," she said, as his eyes opened wide. The "Little Rohan" sounded so familiar to him as a devious smile came on her face.

"You haven't aged. What is going on here?" he asked, shocked.

Rohit remembered it all, even though he didn't want to. He remembered being a traumatized boy in Paris who was an outcast and somehow being lucky in his parents' decision to move to America. After what was a tough first twenty years of his life, he turned it around. His impact on millions had been felt from his viral porn videos and his degenerate life. Despite all that, he was going to get away and sail into the sunset.

"You got too big, my prince," said Alice. Rohit's heart raced as his eyes opened wide, meeting the gaze of Alice's blue eyes.

"Kate is going to find me, the United States Government will look for me, Brett will look for me, and you will rot here," said Rohit, as Alice started laughing.

"Oh my," replied Alice.

"Put on whatever act you like, bitch," said Rohit.

"My dear, Kate is in on it," said Alice, hugging Rohit, who felt defeated but angry at the same time.

"Kate, Brett, your company, your government, the world governments, and everyone else," said Alice, kissing Rohit on each cheek.

"That red crap you were drinking must have been drugs," said Rohit, being unable to help himself as he kissed the pale woman's shoulders.

"The porn going viral is what did it for you. Once that happened, I was asked to step in," said Alice, kissing Rohit.

"Who are you?" asked Rohit.

"Ever wonder why you felt the need to do all that? Why did you feel like you and many like you were reduced to a stereotype? Why weren't handsome and exotic men like yourself necessarily being promoted in the best light in media and porn? Where did all the tall and handsome men such as yourself go? Why weren't there tall and handsome men who looked like you and managed to fuck a lot? Why was it not being promoted? How did that all feed into that insecurity of yours?" asked Alice, tightening her grip on Rohit.

"Yeah," replied Rohit, completely consumed by the woman.

"It had been by design for centuries. The ugly ones of your kind, we leave out there. The muscular and prime stock can exist as long as they behave. Once they become naughty, they become an influence to many more like you worldwide, and that is when we come to clean up the mess," said Alice, licking Rohit's face.

"We," said Rohit, a whisper in his defeated and deflated voice.

"The driver gave you a cross for a reason, Rohit," said Alice, softly biting the man's shoulders as his arousal heightened.

Rohit's hard cock went inside the pale brunette as she hugged his body. Despite his fatigue, he aggressively kissed her face and softly bit her shoulders. He was as hard as a rock with blood rushing throughout his body, but at the same time, fading. His vision started to blur as his cock became harder than it ever had. After an indefinite amount of action, he came and passed out.

"Huh!" he said, his body dripping in sweat as he woke up.

The morning had turned into a late afternoon as the sun went out. Rohit attempted to get up, having no clothes on, but found that he was not as active. His cock was as hard as a rock, but his body was fatigued despite the long nap. Rohit thought that at this point, it might just all have been one long bad nightmare.

"Nonsense, poor little devil, where are you going?" asked a familiar voice. A figure put Rohit's arm around its body and put an arm around his shoulder.

"Oh fuck, not you, what the fuck, lady. If you are going to kill me, fucking do it!" said Rohit, grunting as the figure sat him down on a couch.

"Kill you? I don't want to kill you! Look, you're just not going back to Miami, and that's all," said Alice.

"Then where the fuck is all of this going?" asked Rohit as Alice blinked. She put her arm around his body as he lay and locked lips with him.

"Rest up a bit more, and you will find your new life, as well as what actually happened to many like you," said Alice.

A late afternoon turned into a pitch black night. Rohit went right to sleep on the couch with Alice all over him. A normal life of promise had taken a drastic turn, and he still did not know who Alice really was. If he was not going to die, he was going to find out truly.