ALICE Ch 18

That was some weird shit. The door closes behind Glynda, and Alice is alone in her room again. She’s not sure what just happened. Alice doesn’t usually doubt her instincts on certain things, but whatever that visit was about it, it’s not something that Alice wants to risk misreading.

She finally starts to breathe normally again with Glynda gone and relaxes her posture to reveal a noticeable bulge in her shorts. She’s not hard, but she was getting there. The combination of stress, boobs, and… ambiguity has had a certain effect on her.

“Jesus,” she says with a sigh.

Now what? Fantasize about Glynda? That seems like a good idea. Or Erica. Or both. Or she could hit up Kylie for some nudes. The thought makes Alice laugh. Kylie would never go for that. Not unless she’s drunk and ****, which she might be. She’s home at the moment; there’s something going on with her dad.

Alice is still buzzing with excitement from the race. She can’t sleep. And she sure as hell can’t jerk off, knowing what’s going on in the next room over. That would just be too… something.

Well, she’s not just an F1 driver now. She’s an F1 driver who gets points. Time to start acting like it. She hops to her feet and stretches, then leaves the room, padding down the hallway to the room that the Woodcock sisters went into. She doesn’t know which sister’s room it is, and she doesn’t care. That’s probably bad, but before she can think about it further, the door opens.

It’s both of them.

Alice can’t even pretend to be able to tell them apart. They’re wearing normal hotel robes that aren’t fancy like Glynda’s. It’s not clear what they’re up to, although there’s a distinct smell of gin.

“Hi, guys.”

“Alice Wilde,” one of them says.

“As we live and breathe,” the other adds.

They look curious and guarded at the same time. Reading people has never been Alice’s thing.

“I just wanted to see if you guys wanted to hang out,” she says.

They stare at her.

“And I wanted to tell you,” Alice goes on, leaning against the doorframe. She’s a head taller than the two of them, so they have to look up at her. “…how much I like your new ad. The one that those car dudes were showing off today.”

The Woodcock sisters begin to look stony.

“I think it looks great. I wouldn’t mind having that on my bedroom wall,” Alice goes on.

A moment passes. One of the sisters licks her lips, a sign of nerves.

The sisters share a long, long look. It has to be psychic twin stuff. Alice has heard about this. Everyone says that twins are weird. They’re being weird.

“We were just going to soak,” one of them says with a little shrug.

“Then go to bed,” the other adds.

“Sounds good to me,” Alice tells them.