ALICE Ch 129

Glynda sighs tiredly as she waits in the hall. As she’s about to take out her phone, Colby answers her door. The hot, humid air from inside the motel room and the overpowering stench of sex hit harder than a punch. Glynda knows how to take a punch. This is different.

She blanches. “Janey!”

Colby cringes. She’s clutching a hotel robe and her face is the same color as Charles LeClerc’s car.

“Ms. Darcy,” she squeaks, looking on the verge of tears.

Glynda collects herself. All right; so Colby has company. And why shouldn’t she? Loads of FUTA crew are celebrating tonight. But Colby’s work area’s covered in pictures of her girlfriend… but her girlfriend goes to school here in Florida. This all checks out.

Glynda wrinkles her nose. But is this how two women smell? It’s none of her business.

“I apologize,” she says politely. “I didn’t think about my timing.”

“It’s OK.” Colby’s tension level cannot get higher.

“I wanted to let you know that we’ve a meeting with the designers in the morning,” Glynda says soberly. “It was just decided. There’s an email. I need you there.”

Colby swallows and nods, eyes wide. She hasn’t blinked.

“I apologize again,” Glynda says, about to excuse herself, but movement gets her attention. She looks past Colby, who stiffens, staring straight ahead.

One of Irina’s pit crew girls walks into view deeper in the hotel room, apparently oblivious to the open door and Glynda. Her massive cock dangles, half-hard, slapping between her thighs. A thin coat of oily sweat makes her every muscle gleam beautifully. Semen drips from her breasts and rolls down her ripped abs. She bends to take a tissue from the box beside the TV.

Glynda can only stare as the pit girl mops up some of the mess on her tummy, stark naked.

Colby all but vibrates with horror and embarrassment. She hasn’t turned to look, but she seems to have a good idea of what Glynda’s seeing.

“I’ll leave you be,” Glynda says, stepping back.

Colby smiles, a little crazily, and closes the door.

Glynda stands there, shaken. Her head spins as she returns to the elevator. First Irina with her shameless words, and now this. It’s a lot. Parts of Glynda’s body that she hasn’t heard from in a while are waking up. They can’t help it. There’s no time for this sort of thing with her job, and her job has been her everything since Faye’s father died.

A part of her wants to be annoyed at everyone for being horny, and she would be if this were the night before a race, but it isn’t. It’s the night after. It’s only normal that people are enjoying themselves. Still; it’s not very late. And that pit girl is most certainly not Colby’s girlfriend.

With a disapproving scowl, Glynda exits the elevator, rummaging through her bag for Faye’s room key. At least there’s one person on this racing team with some sense.