ALICE Ch 120

Starting on the front row means a lot. Not as much as it would mean in Monaco, but it’s still huge.

A Formula One driver has so many restrictions. Their contracts include things like diet, exercise, and even dangerous activities like skiing. For the most part, Alice hasn’t been bothered too much by that. Now she feels especially boxed in. It’s giving her enough anxiety that it’s difficult to sleep.

It’s frustrating not to be able to do anything because what would she be doing anyway? Alice probably wouldn’t, under normal circumstances, be trying to get laid right before a race. She would want her rest. But because she’s basically a prisoner in her hotel room, it’s bothering her. Even if she wanted to go see… Colby or Kylie… she thinks about Faye. And if she wanted to see Faye… she just sees Glynda.

She remembers stories about the things that FUTA players got up to in the beginning, when FUTA was just soccer and reality TV games. But FUTA money is small-time compared to Formula One. F1 drivers are watched like diplomats. Only Alice’s imagination is free. It’s too free; free to take her down every rabbit hole about engine failure and pit stops and mistakes she can make, things that scare her…

Alice flinches at the sudden burst of hotness on her chin. Her hips jerk upward and another string of jizz splashes across her bare chest. She groans and relaxes, still pulling. Making a face, she wipes the cum off her face, detachedly impressed that it shot that far.

She lies alone on her bed in her hotel room in the dark. It’s late. She should be sleeping, but it’s not coming easy. The picture stays in her mind: Kylie, naked on top of her, a fragmented memory from that night together. Alice lays her sticky hand on her tummy and sighs deeply. She gathers her discipline and lifts her legs so she can slide her briefs off. The cotton underwear is good enough for mopping up some of the cum. She throws those into the dark and turns onto her side, pulling the sheets over her lanky body.

Racing has to come first, but she isn’t in a car. She’s in a bed.

Alice isn’t stupid. The conversation hasn’t happened, and she can’t lie to herself that it needs to, because she knows. She knows how Faye thinks and feels and what she wants. She could pretend before, but that’s not going to work anymore. Faye wants affection. Faye wants to continue to have a relationship. And she wants monogamy.

That would be, uh, daunting enough… but Glynda wants none of it.

Now Faye is thinking that they can be a thing in secret. This is Formula One. How the hell is that going to work?