ALICE Ch 246

The night can’t be called restful, but Lora still manages to sleep. That half a beer that she managed to steal, combined with not drinking any water, leaves her sufficiently groggy when she wakes up that it’s not immediately clear who is spooning her so tightly. A distractingly warm and rigid erection is also mashed, almost vengefully, against her bottom.

She must have moved as she came to because Katya mumbles something and adjusts. Her bare leg rubs against Lora’s, and the erection threatens to slip between her legs.

Lora is mortified and unable to make a sound or willfully do anything that will disrupt the status quo and invite interaction. At the same time, she can’t handle it. Her body feels stiff and unnatural as she turns onto her back, but this doesn’t deter the sleeping Katya. Katya merely cuddles her from the side, and now the hard penis, which Katya’s thong doesn’t even pretend to care about containing, lies in its full, bare glory against Lora’s thigh.

Teeth clenched, Lora stares at the ceiling. Presently, she tries to wiggle toward the edge of the bed, but every move makes Katya cling to her more tightly. Each time she does that, her cock rubs Lora’s leg. Lora’s heart rate shoots through the roof, her entire body leaden with dread and hygiene anxiety as she feels wetness on her skin. It’s the tiniest drop of precum.

At the same time, Katya’s hand finds Lora’s breast.

“No,” Lora says, wiggling to free herself.

Katya hugs her tighter and the penis rubs. She lets out a bizarre, mewling noise in her sleep, and Lora’s body turns to stone as she feels more sticky warmth spill onto her leg.

She can’t move. She can’t think.

Katya’s face is smooshed against hers. More liquid leaks onto Lora, and Katya lets out a big, satisfied breath right up against her. She mumbles something, groans, and her eyes open.

Katya sits up, and that rouses Kylie.

Lora is free but still gathering her wits and wrestling with her trauma.

Katya peers blearily at Kylie, who peers blearily back. Then she looks at Lora.

Apparently unbothered, Katya climbs off the bed and stretches with a yawn. She bends to pick up her dress and slips it on with a sort of understated expertise that Lora can only notice detachedly.

Lora sits up and grabs the sheets, which she uses to furiously scrub her leg.

Katya shuffles over to the mini fridge and bends, coming up with several tiny bottles. With another show of bizarre competence, she uses four fingers to simultaneously twist the tops from two of them, all in one motion. Then she drinks both at once and tosses them aside. That done, she turns to face them, adjusting her package and situating her boobs in her dress. She really is very pretty, even all messy like this. Or perhaps, especially when she’s messy like this.

She looks curiously at Lora, then at Kylie. There is silence.

And no, that’s not curiosity. It’s expectance.

Katya smiles hesitantly, looking back and forth between them.

“Who will pay?” she asks.