ALICE Ch 195

It’s still the night before the Canadian Grand Prix.

Valeria Flores lies on the sofa in her room, gazing at her phone, still damp from the shower. The weather report beeps a notification, and she taps with her thumb. It’s starting to get late, but she knows better than to try to go to sleep too soon. She doesn’t want to stare at the ceiling. Her eyes slide past the phone to her toes, which are freshly painted, but she notices a flaw. Frowning, she looks back at her phone and her eyes pop open.

“Oh, shit.” The expectation of rain tomorrow has changed to a storm.

She swiftly composes a text to Kathy, Freedom’s tactician, at least for the moment. People have finally realized that Kathy is the sister of FUTA’s tactician and started to talk. Social media hasn’t blown up about it, probably because FUTA has absolutely laid waste to that landscape. Nobody wants to talk about anything other than Alice Wilde’s sexy Diorgasm pics and rumors about her and Faye Darcy.

Kathy doesn’t reply. Val scowls and sits up. This isn’t a game, OK? It’s Formula One. The whole plan for tomorrow is going to have to change. She sends a text to Matt as well. No reply. This is unbelievable.

Equally annoyed at her team for being irresponsible and the fact that she must now get dressed, she reluctantly climbs off the bed and removes her towel. Not having a more thorough meeting about tires and settings tonight was a mistake. Matt’s doing a pretty good job for a guy who has absolutely no qualifications for his role, but…

Val shakes her head in disgust as she pulls on clean underwear, then throws on a tee. Hair still wrapped in a towel, she ventures out, finding the hotel much chillier than it needs to be. She heads down and knocks on Kathy’s door. Dead silence. Valeria barges in to find the lights on and no one home. However, the situation on the bed tells its own story. Two sets of cute lingerie are laid out, side by side.

Teeth grinding, Val storms out and down the hall to Patty’s room. The noises are muffled, but nobody’s sleeping in there. She pounds on the door, then folds her arms and waits, face red from temper, not embarrassment. At this point, she’s used to Patty’s constant debauchery.

It doesn’t sound like anyone’s heard her. Val’s jaw hurts, but this is too important to let wait. She walks in, and she’s not ready for the scene inside. Or the smell.

Alondra’s on her side on the bed, possibly sleeping with her back to Val, naked and gleaming with sweat from head to toe. Her pussy oozes cum, which rolls down her body to stain the sheets. Beside her, Kathy’s on her hands and knees. Her face is an alarming shade of red as Patty hammers her from behind, squeezing her neck with one hand and making her gag on her fingers with the other.

Val wants to break her phone.