ALICE Ch 10

There’s a lot to do before the race, which means there’s very little time for Alice to get her anxiety meltdown over with. She’s warmed up, but way too agitated to drive. She sits in her tiny privacy room within HQ, her knee bouncing restlessly as she clasps her hands and bites her lip.

There’s a thump from the room next door. Faye’s room.

Alice blinks several times, then frowns. She remembers the last time she heard strange noises from Faye’s room.

“What the fuck,” she mutters, standing up and going into the hall. She taps a knuckle on Faye’s door, and there’s another bump from inside. Alice rolls her eyes and snaps the door open. “Oh! Jesus!” She steps in and yanks it shut. “What the fuck is happening?”

Faye stands in front of her, fully nude, blushing from head to toe, and looking mortified. In her hand is a toy of some kind, obviously anal-related, but that’s not really Alice’s thing, so she doesn’t know what it’s supposed to be. There’s an open bottle of lube on the floor, some shiny smears that are lube, and the toy looks very shiny.

“What are you doing?” Alice asks. It’s not like… prudish judgment or anything, but they’re supposed to be suiting up in like two minutes. This is their debut race. They aren’t friends, but Alice has always assumed that she and Faye are more or less on the same wavelength about trying to drive well and make Glynda happy.

There are tears in Faye’s eyes. Alice is so confused.

Faye has a penis. It’s not very big, but it’s erect.

Alice holds up her hands in a calming gesture. “OK. Jerking off is cool, Faye. But this is not the time. Let’s put this down.” She points at the toy in Faye’s hand.

Faye’s eyes dart to the toy. “I can’t,” she says in panic.

“What?” Alice is beyond baffled. “Put it down. We need to get you dressed.”

Faye is just melting down in front of her.

“OK. OK. Give it to me,” Alice says.

Glynda is scary to Alice, but Alice suspects that she’s even harder on Faye. They’ve already fucked this race up. Alice wrecked a car and Faye drove horribly in the qualifier. Glynda will have an aneurysm if she finds out that Faye is playing with anal toys instead of doing the stuff she’s supposed to do on a fucking race day.

It’s surreal. Other teams don’t have this problem. Do they? No.

“Give it,” Alice says sternly.

They struggle briefly over the toy, which falls to the floor with a soft splat. Alice kicks it away and wipes her hands on her shorts, then wrestles a struggling Faye into her clothes.

“Where are your contacts?” Alice asks, and Faye turns to look in panic, her little erection bouncing madly. “Put that away. Oh my god! OK, we need to fix your makeup. Where are your socks?”

Faye sniffles. "I don't know."