ALICE Ch 165

Patty Dunham’s trainer is this busty, effortlessly hot girl from California. Her name is Alondra, and she’s always seemed sweet. She leans into that Insta, thirst-trap posting vibe with the way that she dresses, which doesn’t leave much to the imagination.

All the same, Valeria Flores has never imagined. Or even thought about imagining. Now she doesn’t have to. She stands in the doorway of Patty’s suite, blinking at the naked bodies on the bed. Patty’s jacked, chiseled form is on the bottom of a… fairly relaxed, almost lazy 69. Her face is buried in Alondra.

Meanwhile, Alondra brushes back some gloriously wavy hair, allowing Val an uninhibited view of her tongue running up the underside of Patty’s fat cock. Val sees it go over not one but two bulging veins.

Then Alondra notices Val. She freezes, then makes a vaguely apologetic face.

Val smiles back, shakes her head, and backs into the hallway.

Oblivious, Patty keeps on licking.

Val softly closes the door. To be fair, she did come down unannounced. Still. It’s only like eight. It’s not even the first time this has happened; last time it was literally in a hotel fitness center. They were having unprotected sex up against a mirror and left jizz all over the floor and smears all over the mirror that are best not thought about.

Val returns to her suite, absolutely annoyed. She’s not a prude, but why is everyone like this? Like Erica Bruhl acting all friendly and actually thinking that Val was going to sleep with her? And then there’s Alice, who really is apparently having an affair with Faye Darcy. That’s some interesting mental imagery. They’re like… the Hound and Arya Stark when they stand next to each other.

She flops on her bed and stares at the ceiling. Of course, that Diorgasm shoot has been on her mind for the past week. That just makes her blush harder. What was Alice thinking? Just like Val never thought to wonder what Alondra looks like having sex, she never thought to be self-conscious about her vagina.

Alice was cool about it, at least. And chill. And strong. She picked Val up like she was nothing.

Val is on her back, gazing at the ceiling. She abruptly remembers the first Diorgasm shoot, and the result: that photo meant to suggest Alice on top. Fuming, Val rolls over and presses her face into her pillow.

She remembers that time after practice when Coach Riley and Coach Adella thought all the kids were gone. It was funny; Val had deliberately looked at Alice while they’d been spying, just to see how she was reacting. Even though they’d been watching the same couple, they’d been paying attention to different things.

It had been Coach Adella’s mouth, her aggressive kissing, and Coach Riley’s flushed face with her hair sticking to her skin that had stirred things inside Val.

Meanwhile, Alice had been watching Coach Adella’s powerful fingers squeezing Coach Riley’s ass and hips.

Val is so annoyed. This is Formula One. Why can people not just focus on driving?