ALICE Ch 90

Even wasted, Alice knows that she’s lucky. Faye squeezed her in a death grip with both arms when they got off, and only after she fell asleep did she let go and roll over. Now Faye snores quietly on her back, her position almost comical. She ejaculated so hard that there’s dried cum on the undersides of her breasts. Meanwhile, her red bush and little cock got splashed heavily when Alice pulled out and finished.

The room’s still spinning as Alice sits beside Faye, unable to organize her thoughts and feelings. Faye is cute. Also a little funny.

But even drunk, Alice knows better than to get caught in Faye’s room. She slips out of bed and staggers to the minibar to help herself. She chugs a bottle of water, then half a beer, which she carries into the bathroom. Faye won’t mind if Alice cleans up and gets human; she can’t walk the halls of the hotel reeking of sex. Or rather, she shouldn’t.

In the shower, she finds herself with a hazy half-chub, courtesy of Faye’s naked body. Alice could easily have gone another round, but cumming with all her parts and jizzing out her body weight in semen knocked Faye out like a horse tranquilizer.

Alice chuckles to herself as she dries off and helps herself to a hotel robe. She doesn’t care what happens to the clothes that she’s left behind here; that can be Faye’s problem, although Alice does feel bad about the mess with respect to the comic books. She can apologize for that later. As though she’ll remember any of this. She will not. She picks up her half-finished beer and takes another swig, then pauses.

But Faye was stone-cold sober. She’ll remember. Alice frowns.

Then she shrugs and leaves the room. It’ll be fine.

She finishes her beer and tosses the bottle into recycling as she comes out of the elevator, heading for her room. She’s a little worried about running into Glynda, who seems to have a nose for her in the hallways, but her drunken mind has already concocted a story about boning some grid girls. That hasn’t happened yet, but it’s on Alice’s bucket list. Not all countries have grid girls though, which might be Formula One’s biggest problem in her opinion.

She gets her room card out of her phone case and opens the door.

“Oh, Jesus! You scared me,” she says, blinking a few times. She’s drunk, but not crazy drunk. No, really. She’s only had three drinks and then this beer over the course of two hours or so. That’s not enough for her to be seeing things.

Kylie stands just inside the room, tapping her foot. She wears her usual workout shorts and a FUTA polo.

She’s scowling.

“What’s up?” Alice asks, closing the door behind her.

Kylie looks her up and down in her fluffy robe. Alice smells the soap and shampoo.

“Who was she?” Kylie asks.

“Um,” Alice replies, licking her lips.

“Doesn’t matter.” Kylie grabs Alice’s robe and pulls her down, kissing her hard on the mouth.