ALICE Ch 61

“You’re sure that you’re reading this right?” Colby asks nervously. “We’re all gross. We just ate all that. We were on a plane and stuff…”

“They don’t care. You’re sure you’re not just a pussy?”

“There’s that,” Colby adds. She squeezes Alice’s hand. “But you’re here, so it’s fine.”

“The fact that you want some big, brown dick is fine? Why would it not be? What kind of psycho wouldn’t?”

“Can we not put it that way?” Steam is almost coming out of her ears.

“Relax. I’m here.” Alice squeezes back.

“OK. I think my girlfriend would actually be mad at me if I did pussy out right here,” Colby whispers.

“Definitely,” Alice says with a big wink.

“What do we do now?”

“They want to see your boobs.”

“How can you tell?”

“Trust me.”

It’s not apparent when she’s wearing her pit coveralls, but Colby has a soft body with some very touchable curves.

The Amazons stare.

“OK, follow my lead.” Alice pulls her top over her head and tosses it aside. The Amazons perk up noticeably and begin to chatter to each other in Russian.

“Oh gosh,” Colby says as Alice takes off her sports bra. The sight of her smallish but perky chest seems to activate the Amazons. Almost in unison, they start to strip down. “Oh jeez,” Colby goes on. Their skimpy underwear posing as workout clothes didn’t leave much to the imagination, but as six rather large penises come into view, even Alice feels nerves. If it was a pie chart, the nerves would be nothing compared to the gushing, ****-assisted lust between her legs. Even at her sober best, Alice has never been especially inhibited.

She’s topless but still wearing her jeans and shoes. She nudges Colby.

“OK. Oh boy.” Colby struggles out of her top as well. It’s a little irksome that the Amazons are much more enchanted with her pale tummy and round boobs, but Alice can understand it. She wouldn’t mind getting her hands on Colby herself, but that doesn’t seem to be in the cards as the Amazons advance on them.

“You do the rest,” Alice tells them. “You’re here to impress us, remember? Don’t make us do the work.”

The slightly intimidating array of penises is now considerably more intimidating because they’re getting hard. A couple of them are pulling with a hand, while some of the others are just swelling up and rising on their own.

“The chad pit crew from Russia versus the virgin F1 team from America,” Alice says faintly, eyes wide as all that closes in on them.

“Right?” Colby replies weakly.

Then they’re surrounded. They’re even behind the couch. Strong hands work on Alice’s jeans and peel them down her legs while others squeeze Colby’s breasts. She squirms eagerly and Alice doesn’t mind the feel of these powerful hands on her body.

She hopes that Glynda and Irina don’t walk in on this.