ALICE Ch 3

Bright lights shine on the simple chair.

An unusually short, round-hipped young woman steps into view. Her thick glasses give her a slightly owlish appearance. She wears blue leggings that reveal a small bulge and a pink FUTA top. Her violently red hair is loose except for a thick, decorative braid. She takes her seat and removes her glasses, squinting slightly at the interviewer.

“Haven’t got my contacts,” she says apologetically.

“You can wear the glasses.”

“They make me take them off for photos.”

“They probably don’t fit in your helmet.”

“They do not,” the young woman agrees with a laugh.

“Would you like to introduce yourself?”

The young woman smiles, then chuckles, looking away for a moment.

“I’m Faye Darcy,” she says with a little sigh. “I drive for FUTA Racing. And yes. The Team Principal is my mother.”

FF1

Alice gazes across the table at Erika. The sounds and smells of breakfast are no comfort at a time like this. It’s stressful enough to be doing her first-ever Formula One qualifier. Now she has to worry about saying the wrong thing to this pretty journalist.

“What about my teammate?” Alice asks ambiguously.

“How do you feel about her?”

Alice thinks fast. “She’s sweet.” She remembers one of her first encounters with Faye. They’d been in Rome for a publicity event and had neighboring hotel rooms. Alice had heard a crash from Faye’s room and rushed over to make sure she was OK, only to find the round little redhead with her pants and underwear caught around her ankles, bare bottom in the air, and a purple vibe of some kind in her ass, buzzing away.

After the profoundly awkward encounter that followed, Alice had tried to piece together what had happened. Faye had been walking around with that toy inside her, and she must have tried to get undressed without taking her shoes off first and tripped.

Maybe in the great scheme of things, that experience had been for the best. Alice and Faye couldn’t be more different in terms of where they come from. Faye is Irish and from money while Alice is American and, for lack of a better word, normal.

That had broken the ice, at least a little.

“She’s maybe a little weird,” Alice adds.

“Weird how?”

Alice isn’t about to talk about her teammate using anal toys. Once again, she thinks fast.

“She’s big into a lot of nerdy stuff,” she says finally.

Erika smiles and cocks her head. “This is motorsports, Ms. Wilde. It’s all about machines and fractions of seconds and precision engineering. Is that nerdy stuff?”

“Look, I just drive the car.”

“Are you faster than she is?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Faye. Your teammate. This is a debut for both of you. Which of you is quicker?”

“I guess we’ll see today,” Alice replies.

“Come on. You must know.”

“If you want a rivalry, there’s nothing there,” Alice tells her frankly. “Maybe later. But right now, we’re both just trying to set good times.”

“Right.” Erika grins. “But who’s quicker?”

Alice rolls her eyes. “Why don’t you ask her?”

“You’re more my type.”

Alice swallows some coffee. “You mean we’re flirting now?”

“I mean that you come from an ordinary background while it’s traditional for racers to come from money,” Erika clarifies. “Europeans who grew up with a silver spoon and a kart are what we’re all used to. Americans who grew up with a football are interesting.”

“Oh,” Alice replies, disappointed. “Because I was OK with flirting.”

Erika laughs. “If that’s what it takes to get you to talk.”

Alice blushes slightly, smiling at Erika. Then she spots Glynda out in the paddock, glaring at her.

“Sounds good. So, of course, it’s time for me to go, uh…” Alice clears her throat. “Do my job.”

[ VOTE to determine some characteristics about Alice. Alice is basically wholesome, but she also has needs. Would Alice sleep with a woman who was already in a relationship? Or would she consider that woman off-limits? Fun or scruples? Looks like scruples is the winner; Alice's scruples on this matter will influence her decisions in the future. ]