RF Arousal Ch 4

Adella looks almost pitying. “You.” She gestures down at Riley’s groin. “Me. Us. Annette enjoys women like us. FUTA was her idea. Doing this at her house would not be a problem for her. What would she do if she saw us?” She shrugs. “Join. Or watch and touch herself. But I don’t think she’s here during the day,” she adds wistfully, blowing a few hairs out of her face.

Riley is at a loss. Adella might have a point; FUTA’s trashiness goes beyond the notion of sex selling. It makes sense that there’s some real horniness at work behind it. So, the big boss likes chicks with dicks? Explains a lot.

Something gleams in the grass, and Riley frowns. “Hang on, guys.” She bends to find a flash drive bearing a familiar white and red emblem. Business is the last thing on Riley’s mind, but Umbrella is like Apple. It’s ubiquitous.

A tall woman erupts from the bushes in a stained white coat. She crashes into Riley, bowling her over as Adella and Hana cry out in surprise. Riley hits the ground, stunned and terrified by the pale, sweaty face, and the scary light in the woman’s eyes.

But the woman just yanks the flash drive from her hand, then lurches upright and plunges into the forest.

Hana rushes to Riley while Adella stares after the woman.

“Are you OK?” Hana asks, eyes wide.

“Uh,” Riley replies, shaking her head. “I guess.” She rubs her wrist where the woman grabbed. “Wait, seriously?” she says as Adella jogs away. Riley’s heart is still pounding as Hana helps her up.

“Where’s she going?” Hana asks dazedly.

“I don’t know.” Riley hurries after Adella. Is she trying to chase this lady? Why?

Riley catches up after just a second. Adella stands with a hand on her hip, looking troubled.

“I lost her,” she reports without looking back as Riley and Hana approach.

“Why were you following her in the first place? Is she like a crazy homeless person?”

“Crazy, maybe. Not homeless. She was wearing a Cartier,” Adella says with a sigh, holding up her wrist. Riley can’t even be annoyed that it’s not enough for Adella to be the hot one who gets all the girls, but she’s rich and fancy, too.

“Was it Annette?” Hana asks.

“No, Annette’s blonde. And she ran that way, but the house is back that way.” Adella points. “I’m going over there.”

“Why?”

“I think that woman had blood on her,” Adella says with another look over her shoulder. “Let’s make sure everything’s OK.”

Riley takes a deep breath as her heart starts to settle down. “I guess that’s more reasonable than thinking that you’d smile at me and I’d be like, yeah, cool, just bend me over behind some tree.”

Adella rolls her eyes. “Patio furniture.”

“Behind some stranger’s house.”

“Is there a better place?”

“Oh my god.” Today is exhausting.