ALICE Ch 300

The room is remarkably quiet given how excited its occupants are.

Val’s palms press into Erica’s stomach as she rides her in the sheets. Clothes are strewn from the door to the bed, and Val’s panties are still around her ankle.

Not that Erica cares. She gazes up breathlessly at Val’s sinuously rocking body. She reverently runs her hands up to Val’s chest, then down to her hips. Val’s not especially urgent with her movement, but she also brooks no nonsense and is in total control. She runs her hands through her hair and lets out little moans sometimes. She places one hand over her clit and then leans into it.

She opens her eyes exactly once to glance down at Erica, who is dying to know what is behind that look. What is Val doing? Checking to make sure that Erica is OK?

Erica squeezes her breasts and pushes her hips up a bit, but Val doesn’t seem to notice.

“You’re so beautiful,” Erica says.

“Sure,” Val replies, a little out of breath.

Irked, Erica reaches and uses her thumbs on Val’s pokey little nipples. Val’s insides clench, but that’s the only response. Erica doesn’t care. Val’s tight pussy and naked body are more than enough. The only challenge is not embarrassing herself. Fortunately, Val doesn’t care about any of that and isn’t waiting around.

“Mmmmm,” Val purrs when she finishes, arching her back and shaking out her hair. Erica almost sees her with angelic beams of light behind her. She has never seen a more gorgeous creature.

Val finally relaxes with a little chuckle and runs her hands over her body.

“Oh. That’s nice,” she says, climbing off. “Are you good? You are.”

Feeling a little sore below the waist despite not having participated much, Erica lifts her head.

The condom she wears bulges with a load the size of a chicken egg. She groans and wonders if she’s dreaming. Nope. Not dreaming. Val hops off the bed, her wet thighs catching the lamplight as she trots to the mini bar.

Erica gets up on her elbow to stare as Val bends over to get a bottle of water. She wants to take in this view, then lie down and pass out, but she finds the strength to tie off the condom and throw it in the direction of the trash can before she collapses. Val jumps on the bed and drinks deeply, then offers her the bottle. Erica accepts it.

“Thank you,” Val says.

Erica has no words.

FF1

“You know this is crazy, right? Riley?”

Riley covers the phone and looks over her shoulder; this isn’t the most spacious hotel room. Adella snores gently in bed. Riley returns to her phone.

“I wouldn’t call it crazy,” she says quietly.

Vivian Corbin sighs deeply. “And you think because I’m an actress I know who to call?”

“I think as someone who’s had her share of scandals, you do,” Riley replies.

“How rude.”

“That’s me.” Riley rubs her face. “Can you help me out or not?”

“It’s ridiculous, Riley. She’s not a kid anymore. You aren’t responsible for her.”

It’s Riley’s turn to sigh. “Yeah, but I’ve seen how this can go if you aren’t lucky. Not everyone gets out as well as me and Adella did. She’s an adult, but Formula One is a pretty big fucking deal. She might get chewed up and spat out even if everything’s legit. She’s a good kid. I want to look out for her.”

“What do I get out of it?”

Riley snorts. “What do you want? And don’t ask to sleep with my wife.”

“You keep in touch with people at UFG, right? The old alma mater?”

“Sure.”

“Can you get me into a CCL party?”

“Jesus Christ on a cracker. Are you fucking serious? Do you even need me for that? You’re a gay icon.”

“I feel like if I just showed up and knocked it would seem… predatory.”

“It is predatory!” Riley catches herself and lowers her voice. “But sure. Fine. I can do that.”

“And I want to meet the team.”

“Of course you do.”

“And a box. And when we do this CCL party…”

Riley pinches the bridge of her nose. “Yes?”

“You and your wife should come too. You especially. Wear a dress.”

“Fine. Whatever.”

“All right. I know a private investigator who travels a lot.” Viv yawns. “If these Russians are up to anything dastardly, she’ll suss it out. I’ll make the call in the morning.”

“Thank you.”

“You’ll hold up your end, right?”

“Cross my heart,” Riley says tiredly.