ALICE Ch 144

It’s too difficult to see from the balcony; the rain is so heavy. Water patters and drips, blowing into the apartment.

Three women in various states of undress are arranged on the bed, watching the main broadcast on the TV, rapt. Their arousal has been completely usurped by the chaotic race.

Irina’s panties lie on the balcony getting soaked by the rain. She’s otherwise clothed, although thoroughly disheveled by Cosette. She stares at the screen with wide eyes and her heart in her throat.

Beside her, Cosette sits in just her underwear, not quite as messy or attentive, but still fascinated by the excitement.

And Sasha, quite nude, hugs her knees to her chest, rocking and biting her lip.

There’s an excited exchange in Russian as Alice overtakes Max Verstappen. It’s also driving the commentators wild, so Cosette supposes that’s something very impressive. Well, Alice’s success is Diorgasm’s success now. She joins Irina and Sasha in cheering.

FF1

Umbrellas and rain jackets aren’t nearly enough. It’s like a hurricane on the pit wall.

“What is she bloody doin’? She’s supposed to be terrified! Has she done cocaine?” Glynda demands hysterically. Everything has to be screaming; the rain allows for nothing less.

Lora covers her mic. “Glynda, please!” she hisses.

“We could’ve avoided this if we’d just had a three-way with you and your sister!” Alice roars over comms as she closes in on Sissy Woodcock.

“What is she even saying?”

“She gets like this,” Lora replies, biting her nails. “She’s got her. They touched!”

“No, no, no!” Glynda gets ready to throw her headset.

“Oh, that’s contact,” Lora says.

FF1

“It’s fine. It’s fine. It’s fine,” Alice says rapidly as she narrowly keeps control of the car. “Who just passed me?”

“That’s Bottas, Alice. Are you OK?”

“I’m fine! There’s no damage.”

“That’s for us to tell you, Alice. Not the other way around. It appears to just be the wing.”

“I don’t need it!” Her knuckles ache on the wheel.

“Alice, you being excited does not alter the laws of physics.”

“You’re a fucking nerd! Tell Bottas to slow the fuck down. How’s he even going this fast?”

“Tires, Alice.”

FF1

Glynda bites her knuckle as she watches the tire pressure. There’s already been debris and Alice hasn’t been shy. What will it be? A bit of wing coming loose? A puncture?

“Alice, I only want the points,” she says.

“And I only want DRS!”

“Explain to her that she’s just lost a position because of this idiocy,” Glynda orders Lora. It’s compensatory behavior, that’s what this is.

“That idiocy overtook Max Verstappen in the wet,” Lora reminds her.

“We should’ve got her off those tires.”

“She wanted inters.” Lora reaches over and puts a comforting hand on Glynda’s shaking wrist. “Lewis up three seconds at the front, Alice. And Bottas is attacking Woodcock.”