ALICE Ch 197

Faye has succeeded in distracting herself from life. Her eyes are glued to the pages. At the moment, the muscle-bound Diagra the Amazon is getting head beside a waterfall from a girl that she just rescued from a giant snake. Faye likes this artist; the style is a little cartoony, but it gives things a weird, tactile sense of weight. When Diagra’s mighty cock comes out of her loincloth, the bulging veins on it look amazing. The damsel’s boobs are drawn as being sort of flat and flappy, but they still have this weirdly real sense of elasticity when it shows Diagra fiercely sucking on them.

Faye’s only halfway through the magazine, but she’s good to go. Blushing even though she’s alone, she adjusts the book and reaches under the covers only to jump in surprise at the tap on the door. There’s a jolt of panic, then she comes to her senses. She puts the magazine aside and covers it with a pillow, then climbs out of bed and puts on a robe. She belts that shut so her erection can be hidden and answers the door.

Mio stands in the corridor. She’s obviously dressed for bed in a little pair of shorts and a clingy top that doesn’t hide much. Alice doesn’t seem scrawny because she’s tall, but Mio doesn’t have that going for her. She’s as short as Faye.

It’s nice to look at someone eye to eye for a change. Puzzled, Faye puts her head on one side.

“Mio? What’s up?”

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“Oh dear,” Lora murmurs, freezing. Her fingers are poised at the top button of her FUTA polo, but now any thoughts of having a shower and going to bed are gone. “Oh dear.” She closes the weather alert on her phone and stuffs it into her back pocket as she all but lunges for the door.

She doesn’t like hotels, particularly lately. And she knows she’s overly jumpy and not fully herself after what happened in Japan. It doesn’t help that she saw The Shining at a young age and finds hotel corridors inherently eerie.

There’s a high probability that the storm will push the race back. If it does, they’ll have to rethink everything because the time of day will make a big difference for a lot of small things that add up to big consequences for lap times.

Lora wonders if Kathy’s seen the weather. Probably. She and Freedom are likely already on top of things. Lora tries to focus as she hurries up to Colby’s room and lets herself in. She opens her mouth and freezes in her tracks. It’s not exactly a jump scare from the shining, but still.

Only the lamp is on, and it does a lovely job painting the curves of Colby’s soft body.

She’s on the bed wearing only her simple cotton panties, having sex with… nobody. That’s not a man underneath Colby, that’s two pillows sort of folded over. Colby obliviously rocks gently but persistently, and the bed squeaks softly. Her back is to the mortified Lora, who tiptoes back into the hall.

Lora cringes as she eases the door shut. This is her life now. Nothing can be easy. Nothing can be comfortable. And she’s the one who’s in the wrong; she should’ve knocked or sent a text first.

Lora is polite, but not too polite to interrupt some masturbation. She gets out her phone and sends Colby a text, then irritably puts it back in her pocket. She needs a drink.