ALICE Ch 20

“Did we see you with Erica Bruhl the other day?” one of the twins asks.

“We did.”

“Jealous?” Alice replies.

“A bit,” the twins reply in unison.

“Is it like common knowledge that she fucks everyone?”

The twins nod.

Alice rolls her eyes. “Nobody warned me.”

“Did you get her number?”

“Give it to us.”

“I don’t have it,” Alice replies with a laugh. “But if you’re thirsty for a beautiful woman with something extra, I might know someone.”

“Beautiful, she says,” one sister murmurs.

“She is tolerable, I suppose,” the other replies dryly.

“Reckon we’ll need another drink.”

“So we will.”

The twins exchange a long look. The one on the left rolls her eyes and levers herself out of the tub. Alice stares openly as she walks back into the room. The sister looks amused.

“Like what you see?”

Alice snorts. “Boy, do I,” she replies ironically.

“Hmm,” the twin replies, and Alice feels the lightest touch of a toe under the water. The Woodcock sister across from her has done nothing more than brush her calf with her foot, but it sends electricity through Alice’s entire body. She’s fully hard, of course, and incredibly sensitive. Her woody twitches under the water, and she feels oddly detached from herself. It’s the same feeling as when Erica was standing naked in front of her. Alice’s heart races as fast as an F1 car.

The other twin returns with three glasses, and she hands one to Alice.

“Thank you for your hospitality,” Alice says politely.

“So polite.”

“Well, I have seen two seasons of Downton,” Alice says modestly. “So you two haven’t been profiled by Erica yet, huh?”

“She profiled you?”

“Oh, she profiled the shit out of me,” Alice admits, blushing.

The Woodcock sisters seem to like that. Their eyes light up.

“What was that like?” one of them asks.

“Pretty good,” Alice concedes. “I thought that I would be the one doing the profiling, but she did the profiling.”

“Did the profile have a satisfactory conclusion?”

“I concluded my brains out,” Alice says with a nod. “Life changing.”

The sisters exchange a look.

“And you haven’t got her number?”

Alice shrugs. “I don’t. Maybe Glynda does.”

“Melon tits won’t give it to us.”

“Even if you ask nicely?” Alice asks.

“We’re always nice,” the sisters say together.

“Nobody nicer than us.”

“People come to us frequently. With tears in their eyes. To tell us so.”

Alice grins. “Yeah. I can see that.”

The sister on the left throws back her drink and sets down the empty glass. For a second time, she hauls her dripping body out of the tub. For a second time, Alice doesn’t hide her interest.

“Would you help me with something?” the twin asks.

“I’d help you with anything.” Alice hesitates. “But I’m not sure that I should stand up.”