ALICE Ch 163

Alice is pissed.

Not at Sasha and Irina for their entitlement. Not at Cosette for being… like she is. Not even at Diorgasm for all of this. She’s annoyed at herself.

Her penis is rock hard, twitching needily, and visibly dripping precum. All Alice wants is to not be hard so she can put on her clothes and get away from these people. She’s at peace with being seen as a horny dumbass because it isn’t untrue, but this is different. The idea of fooling around with hot women doesn’t offend her, but she’s a person, not a dildo. Or at least she’s not a dildo for Russian ogle larks, which Faye says are evil. And Faye actually… has a lot to her, once Alice has started to get to know her.

Alice trusts Faye. She doesn’t trust these three.

It might piss Glynda off for her to storm out of here, but Alice would do it in a heartbeat if not for this erection. So she’s going to take care of that before she leaves. Alice doesn’t speak Russian, but she can still send a message. Irina thinks Alice’s body is in some way under her control? No.

Alice would never touch another person without his or her consent, but Irina is all but dripping with animal lust right now. Only her devotion to her daughter is keeping her from snatching away what she seems to see as a tasty snack for herself. So there’s no resistance when Alice grabs the front of Irina’s blouse and pulls her close. Irina lights up, and Alice is too focused on what she’s doing to care about Cosette and Sasha.

Alice towers over Irina, giving no ground with her aggressive eye contact as she grabs Irina’s buttock and squeezes. Irina might be evil, but she doesn’t skip her Pilates. Alice roughly hikes up the skirt, exposing quietly sexy, designer satin panties in black.

No one has ever been so eager to be shoved up against a wall. Irina excitedly bends forward, and before she can slide her panties down, Alice tears them off completely.

The noise that Irina makes when Alice enters her is pathetic and heartfelt. Her fingernails scratch at the wall. Alice is so irked and overwhelmed by the day that it doesn’t feel good the way that it should, so she has to compensate with a little more effort.

Shellshocked, Sasha is still kneeling there, her hand working absently between her legs as she watches her mother mashed against the wall, taking a pounding so brutal that everyone in the studio would be able to hear thudding if all that wasn’t drowned out by Irina’s passionate cries.

Even Cosette is a little off-balance, watching wide-eyed, her phone totally forgotten.