ALICE Ch 169

Enough clouds dot the sky to make it pretty without threatening rain. It looks like it’s going to be a lovely day in Spain. Even safe in her changing room with noise-canceling headphones on, Alice can hear the roar of Formula One gearing up for the race. She’s not as well rested as she’d like to be, thanks to Faye. They weren’t up all night partying. In fact, they went to bed early, very responsibly.

But Alice still isn’t used to this committed relationship thing. She and Faye live in hotels, and if Faye’s spending all her time in Alice’s room, it’s like they functionally live together. It’s a lot to go from fooling around to living together in the space of a few weeks, even without the pressures of Formula One. Alice doesn’t mind it, exactly, but… it’s one more thing in her mind, which is already overcrowded by racing, Diorgasm, and lately, fame. Her follower count on socials is rising fast, even though she never posts anything. She’s doing twice as many interviews as she was a month ago, and her calendar is full of meetings with other brands that she is dreading.

She takes a deep breath and faces herself in the mirror. None of that stuff matters. She needs to remember that. Racing matters. The rest is extra. She scowls. Even Faye?

It’s weird. She dreamed of driving in Formula One, and now she resents it. Of course, she’s never happy on race day. At least not until she’s in the car. Anxiety from top to bottom.

She grumpily zips up her new racing suit. It’s a brighter, more aggressive pink and blue than the old one. Diorgasm is only one of the brands on it, and of course, FUTA is in big, yellow letters across the ass. Alice can understand why that seemed like a good idea in a FUTA board room, but did they all forget how narrow Alice is? It doesn’t look good. It’s just embarrassing.

There’s a firm, insistent knock on the door.

“Yeah?” Alice doesn’t look away from her reflection.

“Alice? It’s time,” Lora says.

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Glynda Darcy steps into the sunlight, crossing the track to the pit wall and wincing as she adjusts her headset. Lora joins her a moment later.

Lora covers her mic and leans over. “What was she doing here?”

“Who?” Glynda shouts back.

“The Diorgasm bird.”

“What? She’s here?” Glynda turns and looks toward the boxes.

“No, she was inside,” Lora replies, pointing back toward the pit.

Glynda doesn’t understand. “What was she doing there?”

“That’s what I’m asking!”

Glynda watches the pit crew wheeling Alice out. Then she shakes her head. This isn’t the time. She has to worry about the race.