ALICE Ch 202

“Are they still at the pool?” Kylie asks.

“How would I know?”

“Let’s go. This is nostalgic.” Kylie grabs Lora’s hand and yanks her away from the bar. Lora stumbles after her, desperately trying to finish her drink before it spills.

“I am not going swimming!”

“Yes, you are,” Kylie chuckles as they get into the elevator. “Go put your suit on.”

“I don’t have one.”

“What?”

“I don’t go to bloody pools. I’m working,” Lora snaps.

“You can wear one of mine.”

“That won’t fit. And how many did you bring?”

Lora pulls free at the door to Kylie’s room.

“Are you serious right now?” Kylie asks her, irked. “Cocks, Lora. Six of them.”

“Can you not say that in the hallway please!”

“Then get in here.” Kylie drags her inside and slams the door. “We’re just being sociable, that’s all. Or did you have plans? Did you come to the bar because you had so much important work to do?” Kylie unzips her suitcase and pulls out a little nylon bag. She dumps out the contents. It’s at least six bikinis.

“Oh my god.” Lora’s a little curvier, but they’re not so different in size.

Kylie’s already taking off her clothes and dropping them carelessly on the ground. A little drunk, Lora begins to strip as well but stops herself. Standing there in her panties and top, she picks up the least risky of Kylie’s suits and considers the bottoms. She shakes her head.

“This won’t work.”

“What? What’s wrong with it?” Kylie snatches the bottoms out of her hand and frowns at them. “They’ll fit. Oh, I see. Are you being a cat lady?”

“Shut it. I’m here to work.”

“I’ll handle this,” Kylie says, snatching an electric razor from the suitcase. She clicks it and it buzzes to life. She brandishes the razor, reaching for Lora’s underwear. Lora shrieks and flees to the bathroom, slamming the door.

Kylie immediately pounds on it. The door snaps open, revealing a murderous Lora. She takes the razor and slams the door in Kylie’s face again. Then the door opens, and Lora’s hand emerges. Kylie puts the bikini in it.

FF1

“Ah! Oh. Mm.” Colby shudders, her back arched as she straddles her pillows. She finally lets her breath out, mind hazy with orgasmic confusion. “Fuck.” When she’s alone, she doesn’t think about the Amazons. She thinks about Meri. Her go-to memory is always that time, when they were watching old hentai and the girls in the show, were scissoring, so they did it along with it…

Colby swallows, a little painfully. She misses Meri the most on nights like this. The Amazons could always take her mind off it, but it’s time for that to end. She feels at least a little more relaxed now. Her body is relaxed, even if her brain is freaking out about the race. She climbs off the pillows and gets to her feet, looking down at herself. She got really into that; she’s as wet as she was that time in Russia with Alice and everything.

“Yikes,” she says, peeling off her panties. She throws those toward her laundry bag and picks up her phone out of habit, seeing the text from Lora. Standing naked in her room, she fights the urge to throw up. “Of fuck.” She almost drops the phone in her haste to text Glynda.