ALICE Ch 392

Sounds echo in the stairwell.

“Stop,” Aki says, putting out a hand. She motions, and Julieta, Ingrid, and Lotte put their backs to the wall. Aki peers over the railing. A door opened and closed a moment ago, but nobody’s moving down there. She thinks fast, then takes the earpiece from her pocket and puts it into her ear. Her Russian isn’t as good as her English. She frowns, trying to understand.

Then she looks up in alarm.

“What is it?” Ingrid asks quietly; Aki being spooked spooks her, and that makes it spread to Julieta. As though they aren’t all tense enough to begin with.

Aki’s expression turns to resignation. “Trouble.”

FF1

“Easy,” Annette warns.

“I got it,” Riley tells her, getting the zipper unstuck. She pulls the dress off Annette’s shoulders and helps her get it down. Annette steps out in her stockings, garters, and serious lingerie. The idea is that if someone is guarding Irina’s suite in person, they can try to play it off. Riley’s already rehearsing what she might say. She’s confident that she can seduce an amazon; she just hopes that Annette’s nerves won’t give them away.

“Looks good on you,” Riley tells her.

“Thanks. What do I do with this?” Annette asks, holding her dress.

Riley takes it from her, wads it up, and throws it in the corner of the elevator.

“That was expensive.”

“Buy another one.” The doors open, and Riley goes out first. The hallway is clear, which is unexpected. There should be an amazon outside the suite.

Annette hurries forward with the card. Riley grabs her wrist to stop her before she can swipe it.

“Remember the plan.” Riley doesn’t want Annette getting distracted by an amazon. If there is one in there, and Riley has to get physical, she can’t have Annette being bedazzled by a monster cock and forgetting to do her job. “These women are like kryptonite for you.”

“That’s not true.”

“Yeah? Then why do you keep trying to sleep with my wife?”

“Her charm,” Annette growls, pulling free.

She swipes the card, and they enter the suite.

Two amazons wait on either side of the door. Riley and Annette let out twin squeaks of alarm as the towering women seize them. The keycard falls from Annette’s fingers as they yank her and Riley into the room and slam the door shut.

“Oh, hey, guys,” Riley says as they steer her firmly across the carpet. “They sent us up here in case you were bored. Hey, easy!”

They don’t seem to be listening. They firmly sit her down on the bed beside Annette.

“OK,” Riley says, smiling. “Rough. I can work with that. Let me just,” she begins, reaching for her top to take it off.

The amazons shake their heads and loom.

Riley swallows.

“Oh shit,” Annette murmurs.

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