ALICE Ch 19

Alice tries not to take it personally that the Woodcock sisters have a much nicer suite than she does. A warm breeze comes from the open balcony doors and a steaming hot tub bubbles outside. This is the fifteenth floor, and the view is spectacular. The jet tub in Alice’s room is for all intents and purposes a hot tub, but it’s not on the balcony. This is sweet. For the first time, Alice feels as though she’s doing proper F1 driver stuff. She tries not to laugh as she follows the Woodcock sisters across the room. It’s funny that it’s this that feels like F1 action and not driving the actual car.

Those thoughts get a hard stop. Alice’s brain short circuits as the sisters casually drop their robes and go out onto the balcony. Nudity has this effect on her; they’re wearing nothing. The view as she watches them climb into the hot tub is fleeting, but gourmet. Alice clears her throat.

“I guess I’m a pussy if I keep my clothes on,” she guesses.

“Your words,” one of them says.

“Not ours,” adds the other.

Their accents are so different from Lora’s.

Alice has her pride. She whisks her shirt off, pushes her shorts and underwear down, and slides into the tub. The sisters move to the opposite side, sticking close together.

“It’s bigger than I thought it would be,” one of the sisters notes. They only got a glimpse, but Alice didn’t try to hide it. Now everything’s hidden under the bubbling water, which feels incredible.

“That’s a half-chub, that is. Should we be flattered?”

“Absolutely,” Alice replies. In fact, it was kind of a stimulating night before she came to see the Woodcocks, but they don’t need to know that. These sisters have nice figures, but they’re closer to the ordinary girl next door type. Even literally naked in a hot tub with them, thoughts of Glynda’s chest keep popping into Alice’s mind.

She shakes her head.

“Thanks for being friendly,” she says. “I promise I’m not here to spy.”

“Nothing to spy on, love.”

“Nothing at all.”

“What about beautiful women?” Alice asks.

“She’s flirting with us.”

“She is.”

“Which one of us are you flirting with, then?”

“Me?”

“Or me?”

“Well, it’s obviously me.”

“I think that’s not obvious at all.”

“Yes, it is.”

“I’m flirting with Woodcock,” Alice says.

“We’re both Woodcock, you halfwit,” they say in unison.

“Yeah, but only one of you is the Woodcock that was in P8 today,” Alice says.

That shuts them up.

Alice pretends to inspect her fingernails. “Did you like that view?”

“Oh,” the sisters say together, exchanging a look of disbelief.

“Look at this one,” one of them says.

“You kiss your mum with that mouth?” the other demands, indignant.

Alice snorts. “I’d kiss Faye Darcy’s mum with it.”

The twins explode with laughter and Alice is splashed as they kick their feet gleefully. One of them wipes a tear from her eye.

“Oh, god help us! What would old melon tits say if we told her you wanted to put your drive shaft between her headlights?”

“She’d say that I could if I brought home points first,” Alice predicts.