ALICE Ch 298

A candle burns on Lora’s nightstand beside an empty wine glass. It’s not exactly allowed in the hotel, but it’s only a little candle and it’s only for a short while.

She turns on her new vibrator, which is very large and intimidating with lots of little pokey extra bits and a general shape that implies that it’s meant to go inside her. It seems a bit big for that.

She looks uneasily at the wall, where she could’ve sworn that she heard some raised voices from Alice’s room.

Then she turns on the vibe and flinches at the loudness of it. Lora hurriedly thrusts it under the covers to muffle the sound out of fear of someone hearing. She bites her lip and settles back, moving it between her legs.

She pictures Bianca. Bianca is the perfect way to stop the weird fantasies about Kylie. Lora is not attracted to Kylie and never has been. A part of her fears that she’s trying to live through her vicariously. Kylie isn’t just traditionally attractive; she’s uninhibited.

Bianca, though? Bianca is beautiful and sweet. If Lora were going to be attracted to a woman, it would be someone like Bianca.

Lora lets out a long sigh, beginning to enjoy herself.

The sudden cry from next door makes her sit upright, heart racing in a different way. She stares at the wall. There’s a muffled curse followed by a pained groan.

Then it’s quiet. Lora sits there, the buzz of the vibe partially muffled. She takes some deep breaths and lies back down, pulling the covers back up to her neck. She gets comfy again and moves the vibe back into place. She closes her eyes, nestles her head on the pillow, and brings Bianca’s smile to mind.

A sudden knock jars her out of it. Lora hurriedly switches off the vibe and leaves it under the sheets, scrambling out of bed. She straightens her pajamas, pausing to wipe her hands on a tissue.

“Coming,” she says, padding over to the door.

A furious Kylie stands in the hallway in a robe. She shoves past Lora, swearing loudly.

“It’s late,” Lora says.

“Where’s Bianca? You didn’t bring her back? Why’s everyone on this team a humongous gaping gutless pussy?” Kylie shakes her fist, then tears her robe off and throws it aside. Naked, she shoves her phone into Lora’s hands.

Lora struggles to understand. “Wait, you thought that I’d brought Bianca back, and you came here, thinking that I was in bed with her?”

“I knocked, didn’t I? Come on. I need you to take some nudes.”

“You are nude,” Lora says, still not entirely comprehending.

“I had to go put a plug in Alice’s butt and Aria got tired of waiting for me. I will send her a queenly apology that will make her sorely regret her lack of faith in me,” Kylie says, pointing a finger at Lora.

“Kylie, you are drunk.”

“Oh, yes. I’d never do nudes sober.” Kylie leaps onto the bed, arranging herself in a pinup pose. She frowns, pawing around, then whips the covers off. “What’s this?” She brandishes Lora’s vibe.

Lora gasps and drops the phone, clapping her hands over her mouth. “You put that down!”

“Look at that! Like the Rolls-Royce of dildos,” Kylie says, impressed.

“It’s a… back massager,” Lora lies, turning red and avoiding Kylie’s gaze.

“Oh, just take the pictures.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“No. I was a fool to help Alice Wilde. I must atone. Ooh.” Kylie turns on the vibe and brushes it over her nipple. “Oooh.”

Lora straightens her glasses and bends to get the phone. “What’s the unlock code?”

“6969.”

“OK. Do something tasteful, then. Cover up the bits?” Lora says hesitantly.

“Like this?” Kylie spreads her legs wide.