ALICE Ch 297

“Alice? Alice. Look at me. Are you OK? You have a spill there.”

Alice buries her face in her hands. “No!”

Glynda can only stare the gangly woman kneeling nude on the bathroom floor, her rather alarmingly large cock twitching hungrily. Maybe it only looks large because everything else about Alice is so thin. Glynda can see her ribs, and that’s even sadder than the narrow patch of prairie that Alice calls a chest.

Glynda focuses. “You didn’t hurt your hands?”

Alice groans and looks up. “My hands are fine. OK. You didn’t see this. This didn’t happen. Give me that.” She points at a hand towel, and Glynda quickly gets it for her. Alice covers her privates and glares at Glynda. “I’m getting this thing out and I’m telling Faye that it’s not my cup of tea and we are never revisiting this bullshit again. And if it ever comes to it, you’re gonna back me up.”

“All right. You have my full support. God knows I don’t approve of how much Faye likes those toys of hers.”

“OK, how do I get it out?”

Glynda isn’t sure what to say. “I think you know.”

“Fuck me. Fuck my life. Fuck this team.” Alice grabs the edge of the sink and hauls herself unsteadily to her feet. The towel slips away and her cock springs free. “Why are you hard? You fucking traitor,” she says, sounding close to tears.

“You have to relax,” Glynda says.

“I’m relaxed!” Alice snaps, clenching her fists. She lets out a little whimper and shivers. Her cock throbs and a few drops of precum spot the tiles. More runs down her shaft and drips down her thighs. Her body is only getting redder, and although her breasts are flat, her nipples are reaching for the stars.

Glynda shifts uncomfortably. “Alice…”

“OK, I got this. I’m just gonna get it out quick and be done with it. Forever. I’m gonna go home and play in the fucking WNBA. Fuck this. Fuck Formula One. Dumbass fucking sport. If it was a real sport, we’d all be in the same car. We’re just selling watches to morons and laundering money for rich people. Augh!” Alice presses her fists against her temples.

“Alice, I don’t think you want to rush. I think you should take some breaths and try to relax. Listen to your body.”

“Since when are you the fucking expert? Don’t answer that. And while I guess it can’t get any worse than this, I don’t think I need you seeing me pull this thing out of my…self. Can you go? What are you doing here? What do you want?”

Glynda swallows and wrenches her gaze from Alice’s cock to her face. She clears her throat, embarrassed.

“I no longer remember,” she admits.

“Go,” Alice growls.

“Alice, trying to do it suddenly is a mistake,” Glynda warns.

“Being in this room right now is a mistake.”

“All right. Good night.” Blushing, Glynda lets herself out. “Don’t go too fast.”

“Stop telling me to fucking go slow! God, you’re worse than Lora! Beat it, Glynda!”