ALICE Ch 60

The Amazons are being a little less professional now and a little more obvious; even well on her way to being properly drunk, Alice sees one of them discreetly turn up the heat. Maybe that’s not so bad for them since they’re basically in their underwear, but Alice and Colby are fully dressed.

“I like these,” one of them says. She has Colby’s glasses in her hands and holds them up to the light.

“You have pretty eyes,” another says, leaning in close to Colby.

The Amazons are not shy about getting real cozy.

Overheated and flustered, Colby awkwardly tries to parry the avalanche of compliments. Alice enjoys the show and has just enough sense to switch to beer, which pairs well with the crackers spread with weird stuff. This might be the best party that she’s ever been to.

“You are sweating,” an Amazon says to Colby, who walks right into it.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I’m pretty hot,” Colby says, fanning her face. She takes her glasses back and puts them on.

“You should take this off,” one of the Amazons says, plucking at her sweater.

Colby stiffens as realization dawns. Her eyes get big and she looks left, finding Amazon eyes on her. Same to the right. Same in front. There’s even one behind the sofa, leaning with a beer in her hand.

“Oh.” She licks her lips and looks in panic at Alice. “Alice, can we talk?”

“Uh, I guess.” Alice starts to brush crumbs off her shirt, and Colby grabs her hand and yanks her upright, pulling her several paces away from the cluster of Amazons.

“Alice,” she whispers hoarsely.

“Yeah.”

“I think they’re trying to do horny stuff!” Colby squeezes Alice’s wrist with both hands.

“I think you’re right,” Alice says with a snort.

“Really?”

“I mean, yeah. They’ve been cooped up here practicing and they’re horny. And you’re pretty cute,” she adds.

Colby gets redder. “Oh my gosh.”

“If you’re uncomfortable, I can tell them to stop,” Alice offers.

Colby stares at her. Seconds pass.

“I don’t want them to think I’m uncool,” she says finally, looking away.

“You’re very cool, Colby.”

“Alice.”

Alice patiently takes a swig of beer. “Yes?”

“I have a girlfriend.”

“Oh.” Alice frowns. “I didn’t know that.” Colby stares up at her. “What?”

“Are you going to tell her about this?”

Alice makes a face. “Of course not.” She doesn’t even know who Colby’s girlfriend is. How could she tell her? Even if she wanted to?

“What do I do?” Colby asks nervously. The Amazons are just standing there in a pack, staring hungrily at the two of them.

“Whatever feels good,” Alice replies. This isn’t a situation that she’s ever been in before, but half a dozen shots of vodka and making it with a Russian mother-daughter tag team has expanded her comfort zone a little.

“I guess I can take these off and get comfortable,” Colby says to the Amazons.

They look pleased about that.

Then they look at Alice.

Alice points at herself. “Me? What?” Seconds pass. “Oh.” She realizes that they want her to… express a preference. Alice clears her throat, feeling her face heat up. “OK. Yeah. Sure.”

Should Alice walk over and stand with the Amazons?

Or stay next to Colby?