ALICE Ch 6

Alice stares at Erica.

“Is that the wine talking or the reporter?” Alice asks.

“Why not both?”

Despite this being possibly the worst day of her life, Alice smiles.

“Is this, um, in-depth reporting?” she asks.

“I do like to go deep,” Erica replies, gazing across the table at her.

Alice blushes. She’s not some shy virgin, but Erica is pretty, and Alice didn’t see this coming. Maybe she would have if not for all that had happened.

“Just how detailed are these stories that you write?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t.”

“You sure?”

“I think if you look up my work, you won’t find anything salacious,” Erica says, swirling the wine in her glass.

“You do this a lot?”

“I said that I was passionate about this sport.”

FF1

Alice sits on the bed in her hotel room. The light is on under the bathroom door and the shower is running. Erica worked all day without a chance to clean up, so Alice can understand why she went straight for it.

As for Alice, while she did picture some spicy fun as part of her Formula One life, she wasn’t expecting it on her debut weekend. She has nothing sexy to wear, so she’s waiting for Erica in her normal, plain underwear. Maybe she should’ve broached the idea of showering together. Or maybe she should just join her in there, but Alice isn’t at her boldest on this, the day of her life’s most severe fuckup. So far.

So, she sits, patient and self-conscious. A little nervous. Erica probably isn’t nervous. She knows how hot she is and she’s no doubt done this with plenty of F1 drivers. It’s probably like her secret little collection. That’s fine with Alice, although she’d prefer it if this lovely woman actually liked her. In any case, she wouldn’t say no even if she didn’t desperately need something or someone to keep her mind off today and tomorrow.

It seems a bit counterintuitive, but she has to sleep. Being rested is essential, and a distraction from depression and anxiety and a little… exertion will help her get to sleep tonight.

The shower turns off. Thoughts go away; there’s a little anxiety, a little tingle and warmth in Alice’s skin, and her heart beating fast. It’s only a minute or so, but it passes slowly.

Erica emerges wrapped in a towel. Her damp skin seems to glow, and the towel draws attention to what her blouse somewhat hid: her chest. She doesn’t have outrageous melon breasts like Glynda, but there’s a lot more there than Alice realized. Drops of water are beaded on her cleavage, which looks full and delectable.

She approaches the bed, where she stands over Alice. Alice doesn’t mean to just sit there like an idiot; Erica is just very sexy and it’s been a long day. Alice swallows nervously.

“You’re the most patient driver I’ve ever met,” Erica says with a playful smile. “The others all come into the shower.”

Damn. Alice knew she should’ve done that. She licks her lips.

“Right,” she says. “I’m very polite.”

Erica’s smile grows and she opens her towel, revealing generous, supple breasts, a flat belly, and a modest, soft penis hanging between her legs. Everything is shaved smooth.

She seems to like Alice’s staring. Erica lifts her soft cock out of the way to reveal taut, pink labia.

Alice hurriedly wiggles out of her underwear.