ALICE Ch 21

“If you aren’t already standing, you’re no good to us,” the twin says.

“Us,” Alice repeats. She likes the sound of that. It’s time to have some courage. She gets to her feet, bringing her wet, shining erection into view.

“Oh dear,” the other twin says mildly, biting her lip. “Oh dear, oh dear.”

Her sister is already walking back into the room.

“Guess I’d better help her,” Alice says apologetically, climbing out.

“Reckon so,” the other one says with a mysterious smile.

Alice enters the suite to find the Woodcock twin is bent over the sideboard near the door.

“Would you have a look at this?” she asks.

Alice is already looking at the other driver’s bare ass, and she likes what she sees as she approaches.

She’s about to say that the Woodcock sisters look even better than their poster, but doesn’t get the chance. The twin in front of her jerks the door open, and Alice is suddenly pushed from behind; the other one has crept up behind her.

Wet, naked, and with her erection flopping comically, Alice stumbles into the hotel hallway.

The door slams in her face and the twins are dying of laughter on the other side.

Alice drips on the carpet for a moment, then comes to her senses and looks up. A woman stands outside a room down the hall, looking straight at her.

“Oh, fuck me,” Alice squeaks, awkwardly trying to cover her chest and groin, but that doesn’t really work with an erection. Her skin is already red from the hot tub, but now it gets hotter and redder. Gooseflesh instantly covers her from head to toe.

Wide-eyed, the woman stares. She drops her room card.

Alice’s clothes are still in the Woodcocks’ room. She doesn’t have her card. Her door is just down the hall, but she can’t open it. And she can’t very well go to the lobby to ask for another one.

“Sorry,” she squeaks, turning to hustle awkwardly down the corridor. Skin burning, she knocks frantically on Faye’s door. The seconds that pass feel like hours. Her eyes are primed for the click of another door opening, or the telltale sound of a phone taking a photo. Maybe that woman hasn’t recognized her.

Faye opens the door. She’s wrapped in a robe and her hair is wrapped in a towel. Her eyes pop open.

“Janey,” she murmurs.

Alice pushes past her and yanks the door shut.

“Oh, fuck,” Alice bursts out. Her erection is gone now, at least. That was the quickest she’s ever gone soft without help. She fans her face with both hands, unable to help but smile. She wants to laugh.

“What happened?” Faye asks, alarmed.

Alice gives in and laughs.

“Fucking,” she mutters. “Fucking Woodcock sisters.”

“What?” Faye looks lost.