ALICE Ch 74

“Oh, hi. Hi. We, uh, are gonna have to do this later,” Alice says apologetically with a big, fake, very embarrassed smile. “Because,” she goes on in a singsong voice, self-consciously clutching her robe. “I am naked. And it feels super weird in this rich person robe.”

Faye blinks.

“And unless I’m misreading something, this foxy French chick is dee-tee-eff with a capital D. Maybe, uh, double D. No, not double. But you understand.”

Alice strides off down the corridor, leaving Faye behind. Faye will understand. Hell, Faye will understand better than anyone with her collection of toys and stuff. She has her way of blowing off steam, and so does Alice.

Cosette answers the door, and Alice knows that her dreams have come true. The suite is lit by candles and Cosette wears a robe just like Alice’s. She invites her in, smelling incredible. Her dark hair frames her perfect face like something from a movie, and her clingy robe turns the simple act of walking into a work of art as Alice’s eyes are glued to the petite woman’s hips.

Alice accepts a glass of wine, blushing. Cosette leads her straight into the bedroom, and that’s where things go off-script. Alice is all set to take one drink of wine, kiss this French woman, and then have as many orgasms inside her as she can squeeze in before sunrise or she passes out, whichever comes first.

Instead, Cosette sits at the foot of the bed. It’s intensely frustrating. Just the sight of her elegantly perching her behind there drives Alice crazy. But Alice plays ball, sitting beside her politely and not too close. That’s no problem; Cosette moves closer without hesitation. The warmth from her body is like a CG beam from a superhero movie, straight to Alice’s heart and loins.

Cosette picks up a glossy photograph. It’s yet another Diorgasm advert. This one shows a woman looking down at the camera. It’s cropped and unclear, but the suggestion is that over the POV of someone on the bottom, as though this woman is lustily riding cowgirl with her mouth open and her eyes full of hunger.

“What do you see?” Cosette asks, handing it to Alice.

“Um. Horniness.” She considers how to put that better. “Desire.” Seconds go by. Alice frowns, gazing at the photo. “Need.”

Cosette looks pleased, placing her delicate hand on Alice’s knee.

“Need,” she repeats.

“Yeah. I mean, she means it. She’s feeling it,” Alice says. “I know that feeling.”

“Do you?”

“Oh, yes.”

“What do you need?” Cosette asks.

“Right now?” Alice smiles and takes a sip of wine, looking down at her. “You.”

“Enough to do exactly what I ask?”