ALICE Ch 164

Alice is still fuming as she stuffs her sticky, softening cock into her underwear and heedlessly pulls clothes onto her sweaty body. She stalks out of the changing room, leaving three speechless women behind.

Cosette hasn’t moved from her spot. She’s keeping still because she’s a little self-conscious about how wet she is. Her pride demands that she play this situation cool, which is not easy to do.

A breathless Sasha is naked, seated on the floor with her legs spread, a sore wrist, and a lot of moisture. Cosette wasn’t counting, but Sasha might as well have been the one who just got her brains fucked out, based on how hard she got herself off.

Meanwhile, Irina’s still at the wall, taking deep, shuddering breaths. Her skirt is still pushed up, revealing everything. A single shiny white string of cum gleams on her thoroughly reddened bottom. The rest of Alice’s load, which is probably best measured in cups rather than ounces, oozes to the floor and rolls down her damp thighs.

Slowly, Irina lets herself down to her knees. When her hands move on the wall, oily smears are left where her palms were.

Cosette eyes Irina’s torn panties lying on the floor and wonders if Alice knows how badly she has just fucked up. Irina is an idiot, but she isn’t stupid. This happened because the Russians pissed Alice off.

Now Alice has just… reinforced that behavior. And by the look of things, awakened something in Irina. Cosette keeps her thighs together; she’s sensitive when she’s this turned on. Carefully, she fishes her vape pen out of her purse and takes an Olympic hit.

FF1

“You aren’t mad?”

Faye’s hotel room is neater than Alice is used to seeing it, although there’s a pile of magazines on the desk.

Faye frowns. She’s on the bed in her robe, brushing her hair while Alice paces.

“Sounds as though you don’t even like these people,” she observes finally.

“I don’t know if I dislike them personally. I don’t even know.” Alice goes to the window and leans. Barcelona’s pretty, but it’s hard to appreciate it at the moment. “Sasha’s probably an OK person, but Irina’s a lot. Having a weird mom has to be hard.”

Faye laughs nervously.

Alice looks back. “Uh, sorry. If that was insensitive.”

“I was bein’ funny.”

Relieved, Alice folds her arms. “I wonder why me, though.”

“What do you mean?”

“There are sexier female athletes with dicks if that’s all they want,” Alice says. “But they’ve latched onto me.”

“It’s status, Alice. There’s loads of FUTA starlets and all that,” Faye says, waving a hand. “But only twenty Formula One drivers in the world. And no other sport has all the rich and important people paying attention. Not like F1 does. She wants you for her pet. It elevates her profile in front of this very specific set of people whose opinions matter to her.”

“How did I never notice that you were smart before?” Alice says with a snort. She shakes her head. “But you’re wrong. She doesn’t want me to be her pet. She wants me to be her daughter’s pet.”

“Well, every mum wants to see her daughter happy,” Faye says with a sort of fixed smile and a shrug.