The Salvation of Alison Cho

By Alexandra Lee

Alison Cho explores her dominant side as she joins the Consortium and subjects a variety of abducted women from across the globe to her enthusiastic and creatively sensual attention. She introduces the anonymous pleasures of the gloryhole to a Viennese opera singer, enjoys a naughty naked sushi dinner with her lovely assistant Sierra Caine and subjects her old friend from London Mistress Claire to some sweet revenge in another polo pony stable.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alexandra Lee
• Release date: Jun 2, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311874030

Alexandra Lee

ALEXANDRA LEE was an underpaid and overworked graphic designer and illustrator for 10 years before she decided to reinvent herself as a yoga instructor, a part-time cabaret singer and a writer of erotic fiction. She lives in Northern California.

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Day 1

The Director

Alison Cho stretched in her luxurious hotel suite 25 floors above Waikiki Beach as her lovely assistant Sierra Caine slipped into her bed. Alison slept nude, partly because of the temperate Hawaiian nights and partly because she enjoyed the feel of her 1200 thread count sheets against her soft, creamy caramel-toned skin. The only thing she enjoyed more than sleeping nude was waking up next with Sierra’s pretty pink mouth on her sleepy pussy.

Sierra had been surfing since before dawn and smelled of coconut sun block and the ocean. She awakened Alison with a morning finger fuck as she sucked on Alison’s rock hard nipples with contented coos and moans. Her talented fingers stroked Alison’s moist pussy and tender lower lips, and quickly brought her to her first throbbing climax of the day.

It had been almost two years since Alison had first enjoyed the sensual, tropical pleasures of Hawaii. Since that time she had resigned from her job in San Francisco, married Kinomoto Kenji and moved to O’ahu. Alison was now the General Manager for her husband’s business concerns in Hawaii, which consisted of three hotels, a golf resort, a nightclub and several restaurants.

She was 35 but looked closer to her friend Sierra’s age, who had just turned 24. Alison’s slim, boyish figure was deceptive; underneath her elegant couture clothes and sexy lingerie were perky breasts with thick, almost permanently erect nipples and a small but curvy, perfect, heart-shaped ass. Her angular, exotic cheekbones and full red lips, a reminder of her Korean-Irish heritage, complimented Alison’s big green eyes. Her jet-black hair was styled in a short pixie-cut that was easy to manage with a bit of gel, and quite comfortable in the Hawaiian climate.

Sierra leaped out of bed as she heard the kettle whistle and prepared Alison’s first green tea of the day. She was wearing a faded, sleeveless Lady Gaga t-shirt and nothing else. She scrambled to the kitchen on her long, toned and tanned legs.

Alison watched her friend leave the sunny bedroom with a sleepy smile. Sierra was born and raised in O’ahu, and her long blonde hair was streaked white by the sun. She had an outline of the Hawaiian islands tattooed on her left side below her ribs, hibiscus flowers on one foot trailing up her ankle, and a Japanese wave on her shoulder. Like her idol Lady Gaga, Sierra only had tattoos on the left side of her lean, surfer body.

Sierra had been hired by the Consortium as a sort of freelance consultant. Her task had been to seduce Alison in a Waikiki bikini shop which she had easily accomplished, and they had been best friends ever since. She brought Alison her tea with her familiar, sunny smile.

That's how I like you, barefoot and bottom-less. Alison said happily as she inhaled, then sipped her tea.

We aim to please. Sierra said with a soft kiss on Alison’s forehead, and then ran to the bathroom to rinse off the ocean. She surfed every morning; it was her only workout.

Officially Sierra Caine was employed as Alison’s Personal Assistant. In another time Alison would have called Sierra the house girl. She brought Alison her green tea, ran errands and answered her phone all while wearing a variety of bikini tops and booty shorts, or tank tops and bikini bottoms, or sometimes just her panties and a nice pair of heels. Her dress, or lack of dress, depended on Sierra’s mood, and what Alison wished to see her in.

Sierra occupied the suite on the floor below, connected by a custom spiral staircase, though most of her nights were spent in Alison's bed. They spent their days and nights together during the two weeks every month that her husband Kinomoto Kenji was out of town on business.

Her husband was technically a high-ranking member of the yakuza, though he had never been investigated or charged by any US or international police agency. Alison had no doubt he had been involved in many extra-legal activities in his career but his current income streams were completely above-board and mostly involved real estate. He was indeed a dangerous man; that was part of what had attracted Alison in the first place. But he was also confident, hard working, successful and ten years older than her. Also having a lean, muscled swimmer’s torso and a nice thick cock didn’t hurt, and Alison had fallen for him from their first encounter in Tokyo.

Alison took her breakfast on the balcony, green tea, raw almonds and half a mango. She never got tired of the view of Waikiki Beach and the Pacific Ocean. Sierra joined her with her usual double espresso, followed by countless cups of Kona coffee. Alison was nude underneath her red silk kimono. Sierra had slipped on a pair of orange bikini bottoms before she had answered the door and showed in Alison’s guest.

The Captain, a tall, dark haired man with blue eyes and a warm smile was leaning against the balcony and enjoying the view. He was in his 40’s, wearing silver aviator glasses and a light blue-grey slim fitting suit by Tom Ford.

The other dramatic change in Alison’s life is she had decided to join the Consortium, a group of wealthy sybarites and eccentric libertines across the globe that traded women like party favors. Alison had enjoyed the erotic satisfaction of being one of those women and was now curious to see what the experience was like from the other side.

Oh Captain, my Captain. Alison greeted the handsome, tanned Australian with genuine affection.

A pleasure to see you again, Ms Cho. The Captain replied. And you, Ms. Caine, he nodded at Sierra.

Won’t you join us for breakfast? Alison asked. Would you care for some coffee, or perhaps champagne?

They sat at the circular table in the shade and Sierra poured him a Kona coffee.

I am here to welcome you to the Consortium, the Captain began. "And also brief you on the next two week’s coming events. As you know we provide sexual vacations for our clients and we specialize, but are not exclusively limited to scenarios of dominance and submission. As a client you are guaranteed 12 life-changing sexual encounters tailored to your specific fantasies and desires. However as a member of the Consortium, your requirements are different. You need to see a minimum of 8 women at a cost of $10,000 each, in addition to your yearly