ALICE Ch 396

“You will do nothing. Nothing that I,” Irina says fiercely, “…don’t want you to do. And why would you? You should understand already. FUTA is not a sports league. It is a business and a brand. Formula One is the same. Why can’t we enjoy it? And make it useful?”

“Useful as cover for Southeast Asian **** lords to rub shoulders with shipping CEOs?” Annette asks bitterly, her eyes flicking toward the floor. The party is still going on down there.

“Are you trying to find some kind of moral high ground?” Irina sounds disbelieving. “You, of all people?”

“Why’s her face look like that?” Annette demands, gesturing toward Lotte.

Irina shrugs. “She had difficulty with total obedience. I am confident the four of you will do better.”

FF1

“Oh!” Erica cries out as Val pushes her into the little armchair in her even smaller room. Val climbs into her lap and silences her with a kiss. Erica hugs her tight and kisses her back just as hard, giving Val’s firm little bottom a downright savage squeeze with both hands.

“Mmmm.” Val uses so much tongue with such abandon.

A loud thump causes the picture on the wall to go crooked. They both look up in surprise.

FF1

The amazon slams Adella into the wall again, then hits her in the stomach so hard that she falls to her knees, vomiting her cocktails from earlier. The amazon kicks her in the face, then uses her heel to shove her over. She appears to consider dealing another blow, then decides against it. She takes a deep breath, then steps over the crumpled Adella only to stop one step up.

The amazon looks down at the hand gripping her ankle. Her expression turns to irritation.

FF1

“Why would I do anything that you say?” Alice asks Irina.

Irina is unflappable. “Alice, in 2005, here in Suzuka, Fernando Alonso overtook Michael Schumacher on the outside of the 130R. Does that seem like a reasonable thing to do?”

“No.”

“Exactly. When asked why he was so confident that Michael would brake, Fernando told them it was because he knew that Michael had a wife and children. Absolute certainty. Absolute control.”

Alice stares for several moments, then swallows. “Oh my god. Faye.” She lunges past Irina and runs for the door.

“No! No, no, no,” Aki says, pointing the pistol at the amazon who was about grab her.

Alice shoulders into the hallway and is off at a sprint. She’s fast, even in a yukata.

“Don’t worry, Alice,” Irina calls after her. “I’ll make sure she’s comfortable!”

FF1

“Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear,” a blindfolded Faye repeats to herself, tied up and carried on the shoulder of the sixth and final amazon. Everything echoes. Is this a garage?