ALICE Ch 37

Alice eagerly unrolls her mats and changes into workout clothes. Kylie takes her sweet time getting settled in her room somewhere else in the hotel before coming up. She appears in her usual pink shorts and compression top, and Alice is disappointed. She prefers her in leggings. It’s always a coin toss.

Kylie carries her bag and mat into Alice’s suite, looking around enviously.

“You’ve got space,” she observes.

“Plenty of space,” Alice says, gesturing grandly at where she’s already set up.

“And I see you’ve changed your costume.”

“Do you like it?” Alice stands proudly, looking down at herself. It’s a skimpy matching set of skintight bike shorts and a sports bra in a bougie gray.

“Very, er, bulgie,” Kylie says, eying Alice’s aggressively visible penis imprint.

“Do you like it?”

“You look tall.” She sets up her little speaker and gets her stuff out, handing Alice some resistance bands. Forty minutes later the music is still playing, but they’re both sitting on their mats, sweaty and winded, drinking cold water.

“I know that look,” Kylie says in a warning tone as Alice stares at her like a hungry Golden Retriever coyote eyeballing a bucket of fried chicken.

Alice scowls. “Whatever. How do you keep your hands off me?”

“I don’t. I give you massages every day.”

“I mean my penis.”

“I’ve touched that too. Probably a mistake. Won’t do that again,” Kylie says firmly.

“You really believe that?”

“Where is this confidence coming from?” Kylie asks with a laugh. “Is it because you drove well? Or the raise?”

“What raise?”

“What do you mean what raise? The team’s just done a big partnership. I got a big raise. You’re defo getting one too.”

“I’m just confident because I hooked up with this hot Russian MILF and her daughter.” Alice wiggles her eyebrows. “At the same time.”

Kylie freezes. She blinks a few times and her eyes widen.

“You what?”

“You heard me.” Alice smirks. “Both of them. Oof. It was a lot.” She has to bite her lip just from thinking about it.

Kylie looks away, suddenly intense. “Russians?”

Alice is taken aback. This isn’t the reaction that she expected. She watches uneasily as Kylie sets her water bottle aside, obviously thinking hard. Normally, Alice would be fixating on how hot the trainer looks all red-faced after exertion, carelessly sitting so that Alice can just see a hint of her panties. Beads of sweat shine alluringly on Kylie’s exposed cleavage.

“Who were these Russians?” Kylie asks.

“I don’t know. Irina and Sasha. Something.” Alice shrugs.

Kylie takes a long drink, her eyes still focused on nothing in particular. She finally looks up to meet Alice’s gaze, which is now worried.

“I think you’d better tell me what happened,” she says.