ALICE Ch 156

Winning a grand prix, even under unusual circumstances, feels like a culmination of Alice’s life to this point. But time doesn’t stop the morning after.

The sun rises over Monaco, and a lot of people get ready to pack up and travel.

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Kylie lies sandy-eyed in sweaty sheets, the opposite of rested. She and her room still smell of her juices. Tired and a little grumpy, but determined not to let that get her down, she drags herself out of bed and fumbles her way out of her panties and tee to make her way doggedly into the shower.

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Glynda is already dressed, deep in her phone and her tablet. Still nothing from Annette, but it’s coming. She forces herself to look away from the screen and goes to the balcony, letting herself out into the fresh, salty air. She’s spent a week in Monaco, and never properly looked at the view.

Her eyes fall on the balcony below, where an orange bikini and a pair of black boxer briefs are on the ground beside a lounger and an empty wine bottle.

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Lora is in her room on the floor, wearing only the panties she slept in. Her eyes are on her phone, which plays an advanced Yoga tutorial that she’s following without too much difficulty. She automatically assumes the poses, and while practice hasn’t made perfect, she’s become impressively strong and limber. She arches her back and stretches high, but her mind is a million miles away. Pitching ambitious things to Glynda is easy. Implementing them is more difficult.

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Colby wakes up feeling warm and secure under the covers. The firm body of the Amazon is behind her, cuddled tight. The even firmer erection nestled between her buttocks is especially welcome, as is the strong arm over her body.

Her phone buzzes, the screen lighting up with messages from Meri.

Colby ignores those and closes her eyes with a sigh of contentment. What time is it? Does it matter? No. She wiggles every so slightly, causing the Amazon to react in her sleep, holding her tighter and pressing that hard cock against her.

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Erica Bruhl leans toward the mirror with a wince. She’s going to need more concealer; her cheek is still red where Valeria hit her.

She’s affronted, but also a little embarrassed. She’s just so used to people responding positively to her advances. Maybe she… went in a little strong. But no. Valeria Flores has a lot of tension and frustration to manage. Erica is not wrong about reading that. Her approach was just wrong, that’s all.

The look that Valeria gave her hurt more than the slap, honestly. Erica cringes. It’s been a while since she’s taken an L like this.