She must've nodded off, because suddenly she felt a hand shaking her.

'Alice, wake up. You need to get dressed.'

She groaned and opened her eyes blearily. At first, she thought Finn's words made no sense because her mind was still fogged with sleep, but she began to realize that even in context that was an odd thing to say.

'Finn, I'm already dressed.'

He blinked, then shook his head. 'Not in that you aren't. I've got a special dress for you to wear for dinner; it's all part of the surprise.' They were parked in front of a rest-stop, a small, squat building of faded brick with no door.

He got out of the car and walked to the trunk. Alice stretched, feeling refreshed now that the drowsiness had worn off. She opened the door and walked quickly towards the rest-stop. She could see puffs of her breath in front of her face, and goosebumps rose on her exposed skin.

Inside, it contained five stalls. She darted into one and quickly relieved herself. When she came out of the stall, Finn was there. She blushed, embarrassed at the possibility that Finn might've heard her. On the counter beside him there was a blue garment bag and a brief-case popped open to reveal a plethora of beauty products. She washed her hands without soap (all of the dispensers were empty). When she finished, Finn handed her a paper towel and she smiled at him.

'Is that what I'm wearing?' He nodded with a smile.

'So get undressed.'

If her blush had been fading, it now made a glorious comeback.

'We're in a public restroom!'

'Relax Alice, no one's going to come in. We've passed more cows than we have cars.' He reached forward and slipped the strap of her dress off her shoulder. 'Anyway there's supposed to be a snowstorm in a couple of hours. The flurries have already started. No one's going to be out.'

Her face felt like it was on fire, and although she was nervous, a stray trickle of desire slithered into the bottom of her stomach. Whatever the situation, Finn could turn her on. He wasn't all that tall, but his magnetic charm and easy smile more than made up for that. He had a roman nose, sculpted lips, and a cheekbones that could cut glass. His dark hair, blue eyes, and pale skin made him look mysterious, despite his All-American good looks.

He moved closer to her, until they were flush against each other, breathing the same air. 'Alice. You're staring.'

She smiled. 'So are you.' His smile faded, and his hands went to the back of her dress, and he slowly pulled down her zipper. It purred in the silence. When it reached the middle of her back, his hands came back up to her shoulders and he pulled the dress down. It fell to the ground, and pooled around her feet. The air was cold, and the buds of her nipples were pointy. She stood, shivering in her cotton panties and resisting the urge to cross her arms across her breasts while Finn took a step back to admire her.

He picked up the garment bag and unzipped it, and Alice's eyes widened.

It was beautiful, a strapless dress with a fairytale quality. The lower portion of the dress consisted of tiered ruffles, each robin's egg blue and striped with white lace three quarter from the bottom. It was shaped subtly like a ball gown, although not quite so full. The upper waist was that same delicate, white lace tied with a blue bow, and the bust was an inverted ruffle, the white lace oriented towards the top rather than the bottom.

'It's so beautiful. I don't know what to say...'

'You don't have to say anything.' His voice was husky, and he stuffed something white in his pocket before picking up the dress and walking behind her.

'Raise up your arms.' She obeyed, and she felt his hand ghost over the curve of her spine. Another trickle of desire flowed through her, and she felt herself dampen. He slipped the dress of the top of her head and tugged it down. She shifted and tugged at it, adjusting it until she was comfortable.

'Right. Now for the make-up.'

She sat on a sink while he wiped her face of the products she'd used and the ones he's gotten. He also took the pins out of her hair, and she shook it loose so that it tumbled down her back in waves of pale blonde. He also clipped in some extensions, for 'volume'. When he had finished with everything else, he took out a tube of lipstick and applied it liberally to her lips.

'You can look now.'

She did, and said nothing for long moments. She still wouldn't be considered beautiful. Her lips were still too thin, her nose still crooked from when she'd gotten hit in the face with a soccer ball, but she would definitely make an impression on anyone who saw her. Her skin was pale, her hair blonde and wavy, falling over her shoulders and down her back. The make-up didn't necessarily make her look younger, but she did seem more innocent (except for her lips, crimson and alluring). She wasn't pretty, but she did look peculiar, a little bit alien. She thought she might prefer that.

'I love it.'

She turned, and Finn stared at her, wide-eyed and smiling with intensity.

'Do we have time to...' He dug his phone out of his pocket and checked the time. His phone case was glossy, and showed the famous painting of the melting clocks.

He frowned. 'Well, we're already going to be late. I don't see why not.' He looked at her.

'Alice, would you mind getting on your knees?'

She dropped immediately, without a thought, just like she knew he wanted her too.

'Thanks babe. This is going to be quick, so we can keep our schedule.' Without another word he unzipped his pants and tugged the down, along with his boxers. His cock, already half hard, bobbed free. Finn's cock was long, at least 7 inches, and elegantly slender.

He stepped closer, and she opened her mouth obligingly, curling her lips inward slightly to avoid scraping him with her teeth, and his cock pushed inside her mouth. He tasted sweet, and she ran her tongue along his underside as she bobbed back and forth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Finn rolled his hips slightly, in time with her head, and each time she went down she went a little bit deeper. She felt him swelling in her mouth, stretching her lips wider. Her panties were wet now, and she could feel her inner walls clenching with involuntary arousal.

Although she would never admit it in public, Alice was naturally good at deep-throating. She done it her first time giving head, actually, and she didn't understand why other women had trouble with it; for her, it was simply a matter of relaxing her throat and finding a rhythm that allowed her to breath.

He was breathing heavily, and he laced his fingers through her head, moving her at his pace, which was steadily increasing. On every stroke he brushed the back of her throat. She moaned around him, and he gripped her hair more tightly, pulling her forward until her lips were pressed against his balls and she couldn't breath at all. He chocked out a gasp, and spasmed in her mouth. Moments later she felt warmth gushing down her throat. He pulled out of her mouth and stepped away, and she bent over, coughing and gasping for air.

She heard Finn pulling paper towels out of the dispenser, and after wiping himself, he knelt in front of her, ever a gentleman, and wiped her mouth with one of the paper towels.

'Let's go. We don't need to be any later than we already are.'

A/N: Sorry for the late update, but here it is! R&R