ALICE Ch 210

Alice takes a drink of beer and leans on the bar.

“So. What’s up, guys? What do you think of Mio?”

Irina might not like adjusting to change, but she’s good at faking it. All casual cool, she sidles up on Alice’s left, not quite close enough to touch, but friendly enough. Sasha arrives on her right, just following her mother’s lead.

“I know little about her,” Irina replies, looking coyly over her glass. She’s so good at looking cool. But nobody is this cool. It’s all fake. That’ll make it that much easier for Alice to run it over. “She placed well.”

That almost seems ****. Did Irina just give the qualifier a passing glance? Does she care about racing at all, or is F1 100% sex and status for her? Because it’s not about her daughter. Alice sees that now; Sasha is just Irina’s excuse to do crazy shit.

“She seems a little weird to me,” Alice replies. It’s true. That tiny little Japanese driver has the strangest vibes. “You guys look hot. Trying to seduce me?”

Irina smiles. “You are meant to be recovering from your injury.” She reaches out with a fingertip and gently gives Alice’s arm the lightest stroke. “But if you felt strong enough, you should enjoy a night off.”

“I’m a Formula One driver,” Alice reminds her. “Formula One drivers don’t want nights off. Shit.” She snorts and takes another drink of beer. “What I need is a bath. I’m gross.”

It’s kind of fun. Just like good sex almost seemed new to Irina, frankness seems new to her as well. Alice has to wonder what kind of life she’s had. Isn’t life in Russia supposed to be hard? Maybe not if you’re super rich. Shit, Alice doesn’t know anything about other countries. Which is weird because she travels a lot. She looked at the Wikipedia page for Australia back when she was jerking off over Kylie every night. All she retained from that is that so many Hollywood actors are secretly Australian. Hollywood is like half from Australia.

“Y’all got a bathtub?”

“We do,” Irina replies, looking pleased.

The huge, marble bathroom seems like something in a museum. Alice watches the big, jet tub fill, breathing perfumed steam. One day, she fully intends to wear sexy lingerie and do a sexy striptease for Faye. That will make Faye’s whole year. But these two are not Faye, and under her tee and shorts, she’s wearing briefs from Wal Mart. She’s new to F1, and very little about her has caught up to all this.

She pulls off her top, pushes down the rest, and lowers herself into the hot water. It feels nice, and that’s the easy part. The hard part is not looking too interested as she watches the Orlovas.

Sasha starts to pull off her nightie as one would a shirt, but then she stops as she sees her mother doing something different: Irina pushes the thin straps off her shoulders and lets it fall. Sasha hurriedly mimics her.

It would be cute if it wasn’t so weird, but a little weirdness can’t stop Alice. Nothing could as Irina unhooks her bra and her boobs are in the open. The bra falls, and Alice’s erection rises under the water.