ALICE Ch 93

Alice wakes up alone. She’s sore, but deeply relaxed. She has memories of last night, although they’re a little jumbled. She doesn’t need the details. Nights like that are the sort of thing that she would jokingly fantasize about when she thought about making it to Formula One.

She can understand why Kylie didn’t stick around. Being a revenge/rebound fuck isn’t Alice’s first choice, but she’s just glad to be helpful. She smiles and puts her hands behind her head, gazing contentedly at the ceiling.

She is on top of the world.

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Bright lights shine on the simple chair.

Alice Wilde never crosses her legs; the producers have noticed that. She slouches as well.

“What was your reaction after Australia? When the news broke?” the producer asks.

“You mean what Diorgasm did?” Alice snorts. “I didn’t have much of a reaction. I didn’t really understand what it meant.” She smiles. “I had other things on my mind, and we were packing up to go to Baku. I saw the announcement and I actually thought it was cool.”

“Cool?”

“Sure. I mean… why not?” Alice asks with a shrug.

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“We are officially late,” one of Glynda’s aides says, and she waves her off.

Alice and Glynda are at a table for two in the lobby of the hotel with coffee. It’s time to leave Australia. People bustle around all over; it’s chaos.

“Alice,” Glynda says.

Alice peers at her phone, frowning at the post announcing that Valeria Flores has signed an endorsement deal with Diorgasm.

“I still don’t see why this is a big deal. I mean, Val’s driving great. Freedom’s popular.” Alice shrugs. “What’s the problem?”

Glynda stares down at her tea and sighs deeply.

“Alice, they’ve taken advantage of both teams,” she says. “They knew that we wouldn’t look for that particular exclusivity clause.”

“I get that they’re using us, but I don’t see how it hurts anything,” Alice says.

“Alice, there are elements in play that give this the potential to gain a great deal of attention,” Glynda says, leaning close so that she can speak quietly and slowly, choosing her words. Alice leans in so she can hear. Glynda smells like a Cheese Danish. Delicious. “Your history with Flores. FUTA aesthetics. Diorgasm’s shamelessness.”

“But we want to be popular.”

Glynda grimaces. “Alice, you’re new to the spotlight. I don’t know that you’re ready for what this could bring you.”

Alice frowns and reflects on the night before. She grins.

“I’m kind of liking it,” she says cheerfully.

“Mum?”

They look up to find Faye there, a satchel under one arm and her little rolling suitcase of comic books at her side.

“Ready?”

“Go on, Faye. I need Alice right now.”

“Hi,” Faye says, beaming at Alice.

“Faye, go.” Glynda waves impatiently.

Faye frowns. “I thought we were riding together.”

“I need Alice. Ride with Lora.”