ALICE Ch 141

All the white boats are covered in colorful umbrellas meant for the sun, but they’ll do for rain. It’s as though there’s been an outbreak of rainbow mushrooms over the coastline. The rain is steady and heavy. The streets shine under harsh lights, and the noisy storm does absolutely nothing to diminish the energy in the air. Music and voices are loud enough to be heard over the din of the pit lane as Alice is wheeled into position on the grid.

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The apartment has one of the most coveted views in Monaco. From the balcony, one can see much of the street circuit, lovely buildings, sparkling water, and festive boats. It is lavish, and the perfect place from which to watch the race. Even in the rain.

Sasha Orlova is not watching anything. She squirms gently on the duvet, her moans muffled by Cosette’s delicate fingers.

Amused, Cosette enjoys the look on Sasha’s face as she teasingly manipulates the vibe between her legs. Sasha’s white underwear is soaked through and translucent. Her thighs shine and she hisses, arching her back.

On the covered balcony, Irina Orlova’s light, yellow dress flutters as she leans on the railing, gazing down at the grid. She doesn’t even hear her daughter’s hoarse breathing behind her.

Alice Wilde’s pink car stands out proudly on the front line. Irina’s gaze slides back along the ranks. There’s the other pink car, in the fourteenth place. Irina’s expression darkens.

She startles at the sudden touch.

Smelling of Sasha, Cosette wraps her arms around Irina, nestling her chin on her shoulder. It’s restraint, not subtlety, that keeps Cosette’s touch light as she trails her fingers around Irina’s body over her dress. Irina understands; Cosette is a businesswoman. She’s passionate about a lot of things, but Formula One isn’t one of them. Cosette bores easily.

Irina sighs and bites her lip as Cosette’s hands massage her breasts. The rain is drowning out a lot of what’s being said by the announcer down below; they’ll need to turn on the broadcast. It will be important to keep up with every second of this race. Tires will be the focus, and Irina needs to… she loses that though as Cosette’s fingers go down her back and lift the back of her dress.

Irina looks back at Cosette as the French woman lightly touches Irina’s bottom, then slips her fingers into her underwear.

Irina gasps and her hands tighten on the railing. Her lower half reacts without her input. She takes deep breaths as Cosette’s fingers work. She grips the rail and stares hard at Alice Wilde’s car. Alice is in there now, all tension and readiness. She is at her most heightened and alert, ready to battle.

Cosette stops what she’s doing, startled. She withdraws her fingers, finding them dripping wet.