4 - Alicia of Amarillo

Casey was stretched out on the back bench of Betty, she was in her underwear, cuddled up with Ranger and Dipper, using Skye as a pillow. She looked up as the Welcome to Texas sign rolled by the car.

She sat up.

“How long’s it been?” she asked, sitting up and leaning over the front bench.

It was about four days after the Balloon Fiesta. Dakota was leaning on the window, Black Sabbath was rumbling through the speakers. Ivy sat cuddle, half asleep on Hale’s shoulder.

“What?” Ivy said.

“We’re in Texas,” Dakota informed Ivy.

“Oh!” Ivy said. “I’ve never been this far east before.”

“Really?” Hale asked.

“Yeah, before hooking up with you, I’d only ever been in Arizona, Nevada, New Mexico, and California,” Ivy said.

“I’ve been all over,” Casey said. “Military dad.”

“Same,” Hale agreed.

“I’ve been to New York and London with my parents,” Dakota said. “But I was six and eleven those times. I haven’t done much travelling like this. With friends.”

“To new friends,” Hale said, grinning.

“Yeah,” Casey said. “That’s what I’m curious about.”

“What do you mean?” Dakota asked.

“Isn’t it about time for another ring?” Casey asked.

“I dunno,” Hale said. “We spent a day less in New Mexico than we did in--”

He laughed and lifted his hand off of Dakota’s shoulder to reveal the new silver woman’s ring. Dakota picked it up.

“What are we looking for?” Casey asked.

“We’re going to get another girl?” Dakota asked.

“Hell yeah,” Ivy said. “And since we’re in Texas. I’ve had a thought.”

“Fire away,” Hale said.

Ivy grinned, leaned over and pinched Dakota’s small breast on the nipple. Dakota defended and covered herself. “They say in things are just bigger in Texas.”

“We heading to the Taphouse or MJs?” Alicia asked her girlfriends as they got ready for the evening. Her girlfriends hated her more than a little bit. Sandy might’ve been the only girl who had tits bigger than Alicia, but at 270lbs, she wasn’t drawing eyes the way Alicia did. Alicia wasn’t dressed to the nines. She had her best boots on, but that’s because she wanted to dance. Maggie in the strappy heels was just going to be leaning on the bar, hoping Mr Right didn’t like the music.

The music, and several Mr Rights, are what Alicia lived for.

She touched up her lipstick, retied her top under her tits, and frowned at her friends.

“We’re gonna miss the night,” Alicia whined.

“Oh, hush up,” Maggie said. “Some of us don’t roll out of bed gorgeous.”

“You look great, girl!”

“You think? This dress seems too long. I’ve got a trashier skirt. One sec.”

Alicia growled. “Taphouse or MJs, Sandy?”

“MJs,” she said.

Alicia cursed.

“Fine, the Taphouse then,” Sandy snarled. “If there was only one right answer, don’t give me the choice.”

“Am I gonna get in?” Hale asked. “Is Casey?”

Amarillo was their first stop in Texas. They grabbed a cheap motel and there was a country western bar across the street.

“Good point,” Ivy said, looking Casey up and down. “You need more cleavage to get by the bouncer.”

“I’ve got just the top for that!” Casey said, digging through bag and pulling out a green cami. “It’s a bit see-through.”

“Then ditch the bra,” Ivy said.

“You girls are a bit too much,” Dakota said.

“Keep the bra?” Casey asked.

“Oh, fuck no,” Dakota said. “Do you want me to go the ice machine to perk up your nipples?”

“You’re fitting in great,” Hale said, grabbing Dakota’s shoulder and kissing her hair.

“We’ll get you passed the bouncer,” Ivy said. She grinned as Casey pulled down her new top. “With those girls on display, I could walk you into Fort Knox, no problem.”

“You look great,” Hale said, kissing Casey.

“Great’s not good enough,” Casey pouted. “Do I look hot?”

“Very,” Hale said, kissing his hot girlfriend again.

Alicia led the way, her cleavage bared, her walk seductive, and her ass swaying in her leather skirt. Her heels clicked and her hair floated behind her. She was grinning, a ripple flowed through her. The music was up, she was turning heads and there were guys that turned her head as well.

“‘licia! Get us drinks!” Sandy leaned forward and shouted over the music into Alicia’s ear.

“How about we hit the dance floor first and--”

“I’m not getting on the dance floor without more liquor!” Maggie said. She grabbed Alicia’s elbow and led her around the bar. Sandy and Maggie were looking for a group of three guys.

Alicia put on her best smile as they went up to the bar next to three tall men. They weren’t unattractive, but they felt like tourists. Alicia was looking for something Texan.

“Buy you ladies a drink?” The guy in the pretty shirt asked.

“I thought you’d never ask!” Maggie said, stepping in front of Alicia to call dibs.

“Got ID?” Casey and Dakota had flowed on by, but with Ivy on his arm, Hale was stopped by the bouncer. Everything was bigger in Texas. Hale stopped cold.

“Truth be told, my boy’s not 21, yet,” Ivy said, picking into his pocket.

“Then he can’t--”

She pulled out and dangled his keys. “So he volunteered as our D.D., let him make sure I get home safe.”

The bouncer frowned for a second.

“Shit,” he said, “Don’t even buy drinks for your girl.”

“Girls,” Ivy said, with a teasing smile. “Plus the redhead and the Indian who went in.”

“Goddamn, kid,” the bouncer waved them through, a smile gracing the corner of his mouth.

They dropped their cover and headed in. It wasn’t really Hale’s scene. Definitely more country-western, but Dakota and Ivy had picked the place. They were tourists, touring the nation, finding more girls to put in rings. They wanted the “local flavor”. Casey explained that local flavor meant they were looking for a Southern-accented blonde girl. Preferably with huge tits.

“If there’s a plan, we should follow the plan,” Hale had said, in agreement. He still felt out of place. There were more boots than shoes at the bar. It wasn’t overfull, not some packed to the brim noisy night club. The dance floor was more cluttered.

“Let’s go get drinks!” Ivy said, pushing Hale with a pinch of his ass. Casey and Dakota had already cleared a path to the bar. They’d also already turned down four offers to buy them drinks. Apiece. “Get me a whiskey sour!” Ivy shouted over Dakota’s shoulder.

Hale elbowed Ivy. He nodded at the bartender.

Blonde? Check.

Big tits? Check.

Ivy frowned. “We’ll set the bar a little higher,” she said, into Hale’s ear.

The bartender looked up from the girls in front of her to Hale hovering over Casey’s shoulder. The look from the redhead up to the boy squeezing her bare shoulder was easy to read. That the Latina gave him the same grin...

“What’re you getting?” she asked Hale.

“He’s our Designated Driver!” Ivy shouted, right next to Dakota’s ear, committing to the bit. She swooned, but her eyes caught Hale’s and she lit up like the others.

“Just a soda,” Hale said.

“Yeah, sure,” the bartender looked the boy up and down. She shook her head. “You got a handful tonight.”

“Still some more room in the hand,” he said. Casey grabbed his hand and dragged him away before he could get his soda.

“We’re dancing!” Casey shouted, slinging back whatever she was drinking. She dropped the empty glass on a table. They hadn’t carded her and she felt guilty having the drink in her hand.

“Thanks!” Alicia said, taking another drink. “But...”

“But?” her guy, Ethan, said.

“Yeah, not feeling the click,” Alicia said. “Don’t want to drain your wallet when I’m done.”

He looked, devastated, but he rallied. He checked out his friends. Brian had his tongue down Sandy’s throat in a corner booth. Will and Maggie were making no bones about their after-party plans, they were dancing on the floor with a little bit less of the dignity many of their near neighbors were showing.

“Well,” he said, still sliding her the glass. “How about we start over? I can do second impressions and you’re clearly the kind of friend who’s going to circle back and check in on your girls. If we’re going to keep bumping into each other, might as well try a second chance.”

“Actually, I’m already at a three strikes and you’re out, kinda deal,” she said. “Thank you for the drinks and the company. But get out there, there’s a better girl for you tonight.”

“There ain’t a better girl in fifty miles,” he said.

“You’re sweet, but,” she waved and Ethan turned his head seeing a Latina girl and an Indian girl walking to the dance floor. “You’re also full of shit.”

“No,” he said. “I said there ain’t a better girl.” He got up. “Have a good night Alicia. I’m going to try and make a lateral move.”

She laughed, lifted her drink and thanked him again.

She sighed, sipping. He had been too New York. There had to be something a bit more wild and upbeat to find.

The music went slow and Ivy tried to bully her way into Hale’s arms.

“Pusher’s go to the back of the line,” he said, patting Ivy’s ass and thrusting her into Dakota’s arm. Dakota was turning down some tall guy in a shiny shirt. Casey rushed into Hale’s arms.

“You’re a better dancer than I’d expected!” Casey said.

“Really?” Hale laughed, with a smirk.

“Oh god, totally! I had no hope whatsoever!” Casey said, brightly smiling. “Zilch!”

“That’s not great for my self esteem,” he said back to her.

“The three gorgeous babes fighting over you isn’t enough to shoot your self esteem into the stratosphere?”

“I think I’m orbiting Jupiter actually,” he laughed. She smacked him. “What?”

“Jupiter’s the biggest planet,” she danced around him in a slow circle. “Pick a cuter one.”

“Uranus?”

She fell laughing madly into his arms. He joined in, holding her by the waist and twirling her. He shook his head as the dancing turned to bobbing. Dakota and Ivy were slow-dancing next to them. Then the music picked up.

Casey kissed him.

“I want another drink!” she said.

“Cool, let’s go--”

But Casey grabbed him by the shirt collar and bowled him into Dakota and Ivy’s arms.

Casey skipped to the bar, leaving Hale in Ivy’s capable and grabby hands.

“Hi.”

Casey turned and saw a beautiful brunette. She had on a soft brown cowboy hat, a pink plaid shirt, unbuttoned to show off her expansive cleavage, tight faded and ripped jeans sliding down into boots that matched her hat.

“Hi, Casey!” Casey said.

“I’m Alic--”

“Can we buy you girls drinks?” a tall guy that made Alicia’s heart flutter approached but Casey said.

“Alicia,” she leaned in and reiterated into Casey’s ear.

“No, I got my own! Thank you!” Casey waved the glass the bartender slid her.

He looked to Alicia, who smiled and shrugged. He tipped his had and moved on.

“You’re turning into the talk of the bar,” Alicia said. For the first time paying for her own drink.

“Damned straight,” Casey said, slinging her drink back like a suicidal sailor. “Talk of what?”

“You and those girls, hanging off that one boy?” Alicia said.

“Hale! C’mon!” She grabbed Alicia’s elbow. Alicia frowned as Casey raced Alicia down to the dance floor. Alicia caught sight of Ethan, he had not succeeded in his lateral move. “Guys! I bagged a cowgirl!”

Alicia laughed as Casey slid up against Ivy.

Ivy looked Alicia up and down.

“Plan’s off!” Ivy shouted.

“What plan?” Alicia said.

“You’re not a blonde,” Ivy said.

“What?” Alicia asked, chuckling and frowning.

“Do you believe in magic...” Ivy frowned. She leaned over and shouted into Casey’s ear: “What’s your cowgirl’s name?!”

Ethan was too New York. Alicia, sipping her drink, wondered what Hale was too. California? No, he didn’t have that limp-wristed soy pseudo-man idea Alicia had in her head. He might’ve been too college boy.

She wouldn’t have given him a second look. OK, not a fifth look, he had a cute handsome face. Definitely worth a second look! But, she’d have had a small finite number of looks if it wasn’t for his three girls bouncing off of him.

She had questions as to why he was the center of a harem. And the girls thrust her into his arms for the next dance.

“Hale!” he said.

“They told me,” she said, grinning.

“They didn’t tell me your name,” he said.

“Alicia!”

“I like your hat, Alicia,” he said, looking much lower than her hat. She put on her best smirk.

“Hey! Cowgirl!” Ivy leaned in. “He doesn’t know how to move his feet to country music! Fix him!”

The harem headed off to powder their noses.

“You do have good feet,” she said, frowning at his sneakers. “Might be you need the right footwear.” Her eyes went up to the top of his jeans. “Here, grab around me. Least I can do is make you a better dancer.”

“Don’t go easy on me,” Hale said. Alicia smiled back.

“Never!” she laughed.

“Thanks!” Alicia said, heading to the restroom with Dakota a half our later. “My girlfriends all went home with their pickups.”

“No trouble,” Dakota said. “Besides, if we bag you into our group--”

“Hottest girls in the bar?” Alicia said. She was about to say, “I’ve done hottest before. I want something more.”

Dakota raised her hand, cutting Alicia off. “No, I’m talking about real magic.”

She reached for her finger and turned the ring around so that Alicia knew exactly what she was looking at.

“That’s pretty,” Alicia said. “Got a ... I don’t know what kinda feeling to it.”

“Viking?” Dakota suggested.

“Exactly!” Alicia said. They got to the sinks to reapply their makeup.

“They’re something special,” Dakota said. “You know we’re all wearing them, right?”

“Oh god,” Alicia said. “You’re trying to recruit me to some sort of cult?” She laughed.

“Not terribly inaccurate,” Dakota said. She blushed. “Not that they’d make you join or ... We’re not a cult!”

She looked nervous.

“Calm down,” Alicia said, taking her arm. “Sorry, just trying to make a joke. Clearly, there’s something special going on.”

“Do you believe in magic?” Dakota said. “Or like God or anything supernatural.”

“I read my horoscope,” Alicia said, defensively.

Dakota frowned. “No not like that.”

“You’re a little drunk,” Alicia said.

“Not as bad as Casey,” Dakota defended herself.

“The redhead?” Alicia asked, continuing after a nod from Dakota. “No, you’re not as drunk as her. But she’s treating full drinks as shotglasses.”

“She’s got us looking out for,” Dakota said. “Hale especially.”

“You guys trust him?”

Dakota raised the ring and turned it again. “More than anyone’s trusted anyone before, I think.”

There was an honesty to it that Alicia could feel. It tickled the back of her neck.

“You’re so sweet!” Alicia said. The night was over and Hale was leading his girls to his truck in the lot across the street. She was delightfully buzzed, her night had gone nothing like she had expected. Hale carried a very unsteady Casey. Ivy and Dakota flanked Alicia.

“You coming to play with us?” Ivy asked.

“What?!” Alicia asked.

Dakota raised the ring.

“Yeah, come home with us...” Casey moaned.

“You know, I can get a cab,” Alicia said, reaching for her phone.

“No, it’s cool. I’ll put Ivy in the back with Casey to keep their crazy out of your hair,” Hale said.

“You want cuddle?” Dakota asked.

“What?” Alicia asked, looking at her phone again. They reached the truck. She saw the green Ford and tilted her head. This was more of what she had in mind when she had come out tonight.

She looked at Hale’s shoes and belt again.

He had potential ... But ... she looked up to Dakota. Clearly waiting for something. “Huh?”

“Cuddle. It’s like shotgun but better,” Ivy interjected. She helped Casey into the back bench. Dakota led Alicia to the passenger side.

“Oh, I hadn’t seen a front bench except at my granddad’s place,” Alicia said. “If I’m getting dropped off at my place. I might as well give you cuddle.”

“I love being given cuddles!” Dakota burst into giggles. Alicia blushed, but it was clear Dakota was gesturing for her to get in first. Something got her attention. She turned. Was that a dog? It looked ... sad, but then scampered away.

“Up you go, honey,” Dakota said, not giving Alicia an opportunity to do anything other than climb up and take the middle.

“Casey’s asleep,” Ivy said at a whisper.

“Alright,” Hale said, pulling the shifter and getting in gear. “We’ll be quiet.”

Hale buckled up and Alicia just had a middle belt. When it clicked. Ivy said: “I didn’t know there was a cuddle belt.”

“Ignore the crazies,” Hale said. “You had a good night? We loved having you around.”

“It was fun,” she said, looking at the bigger ring on Hale’s finger. It had viking writing in black letters instead of white.

“Ask him!” Dakota whispered in Alicia’s ear.

“Hale?”

“Hm?” Hale, being the driver was much more sober than his girls. Alicia had probably drank more than Dakota, but it was clear Alicia had a clearer head. Well, they weren’t much different in height and weight, except for about five cup-sizes. And maybe a little more padding on Alicia’s thighs.

“What’s with these rings?” she said. “Dakota said it was something like a cult.”

“Well, um, not a cult--”

“Ow!” Dakota said. “Don’t whap me with your shoe!”

“It’s Casey’s shoe,” Ivy said, giggling. “My ones are pointy.” She rolled her shoulders up. “Don’t scare off the knockout!”

“Don’t hit her ever again,” Hale said. “Put the shoes down.”

Ivy did it instantly. She muttered a sorry.

“Like the truck, the rings were a gift from my grandfather,” Hale said.

“He helped him build it!” Dakota said, brightly.

“Good with your hands?” Alicia said.

“We didn’t build it. We sort of fixed and upgraded it. And, I was just there to listen and hand him tools,” Hale said. “I didn’t really do much besides turn the occasional ratchet.”

“But you learned?”

“Yeah,” Hale said. “I learned a lot from him.”

“And he gave you the truck?” Alicia said.

“Bequeathed it,” Hale said.

“I’m sorry,” Alicia said.

“Thanks,” Hale nodded. “Old Marcus was a good man. I gotta make the best of what he gave me.”

Alicia looked around, especially at the girls. “You seem to be doing great.”

“Right, so, when Casey and I found the rings,” Hale said. “There was just one for me and one for her. We decided to take this trip across the country to celebrate and play. But, more rings kept coming out.”

“Kept coming out.”

“Like magic!” Ivy said.

“Nothing like about it,” Dakota said. “They are magic.”

“Yeah,” Hale said. “When a girl puts it on, she’s all in. She likes me, she gets on with the others, and we keep going.”

“Seriously?” Alicia said.

Ivy reached over the seat and dropped Casey’s bag into Dakota’s lap. “She keeps the spare.”

“New ring,” Hale said. “We were looking for another girl to join our adventures.”

“Real magic,” Dakota said, picking up Alicia’s right hand and putting the ring in her palm.

“Do you know what the letters mean?” she asked, turning it in her fingers.

“Swords and cups,” Ivy said. “He’s the sword, we’re the cups. We get him drunk, he gets us sworded.”

“I have the exact words written down in my phone,” Hale said. “I can show you when we stop.”

“Can you prove their magic?”

“Not in anyway I’d be happy about,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it’ll take more than a week for another ring to appear,” he said. “The only other magic I could do would be to break promises I made to Casey when we discovered they were magic. Make one of the girls do something with a big cost. I made a promise. I won’t do it.”

Alicia looked over the ring. It was pretty, she had some bracelets and a necklaces she could pair with it nicely. She’d want to buy some earrings.

“If I put this on? I get magicked. I become part of this?” She gestured to the truck and the girls.

“Up here on the left?” he asked, following the GPS directions.

Alicia slipped the ring on her right index finger. She licked her lips.

“No, keep going. You’re staying in a hotel?”

It was a cheap motel and clearly Sandy and Maggie had ended up in room 206. Alicia pulled her hat down over her face to evade eye contact with Ethan. Casey was more sober, she was walking, nothing like straight. Like a gentleman, Hale had her upright. Dakota opened the door and the train started in.

“You are so hot!” Ivy whispered into Alicia’s ear. “Do you know how hot it was watching you slide that ring on your finger. You’re ours, girl.”

Alicia nodded and walked into the room. Dakota was helping Casey to the bathroom.

“Ivy, help me get her in the shower,” Dakota said, looking back. “Please!”

“I can--”

Hale was interrupted when Ivy slapped a palm on his chest and strode by.

“You’ve got your own business,” she said, taking another look up and down Alicia. “So hot!”

The three girls closed the bathroom door. Hale shrugged, turned, and put his hands on Alicia’s hips. She was expecting a word or something. He kissed her, she melted.

He grabbed her hat and tossed it to a nearby chair. She kissed as hard and as aggressively as she could. Pulling him back, digging her fingers into his hair, touching the bare skin on his stomach.

He pushed her down on the bed and squatted down to remove her boots.

“You’re just going for it,” she said. “What if I say to stop?”

“Don’t tell me to stop,” he said, smirking and dropping her socks into her boots. He stood up and stroked her hair back over her ears. “Unbuckle my belt.”

She looked down.

“Can I take you shopping tomorrow?” she asked, pulling the belt like she was starting of a lawnmower. She unzipped and unbuckled too. The pair of them sent his jeans to the floor. She slid off the foot of his bed, touching his cock, rubbing it against her cheek. “Please?”

“Shopping trip sounds like a good way to spend the day,” he said. “So long as we spend the night at your best.”

“I always give my best,” she said, kissing his cockhead with a cheeky smile.

“We’re getting there,” he said, gripping her hair in his fist and pulling her forward. She swirled her tongue around his tip and then parted her lips and took him in.

She took her time, licking and sucking, sliding further and further until she nearly choked and pulling back. He stared down at her. As amazing as her mouth was, she stood out from his other girls in one amazing way.

“Stop, get up,” he said, pulling her off his cock. He smirked. “We’re going shopping tomorrow.”

“You already said that,” she said.

“What I’m saying now is that I’ll buy you a new top,” he shoved his hands into the neck of her shirt and ripped it open from her tits, sending buttons scattering around the room.

“Jesus!” she said as he pushed her back on the bed. He threw off his shirt as she unhooked her bra. She had the biggest and firmest, the best, pair he’d seen. Her huge tits were tipped with nipples that were already puckered they rose and fell with her breaths.

He unzipped her jeans and she snaked her hips as he pulled off the last of her clothes. She wiggled up the bed so her head could reach the pillows as he climbed up over her. He grabbed her breasts and she blushed, staring up and into his aggressive eyes.

The moved together, kissing and groping, legs flailing to line their sexes up together. She didn’t realize she was so wet until he slid in her with a wet sucking sound. Her diaphragm jumped and she huffed out a hot lungful of breath against his cheek. He rolled his hips, pushing her body down with his, driving his cock up and inside her.

“Magic,” she gasped.

“Magic,” he bragged.

She locked her ankles behind his ass and dug her fingers into his shoulder. He fucked her. She felt fucked. He could toss her body around and she’d cum just from the strength of it.

He had so much potential.

They kissed, but their rough go kept their mouths apart a lot of the time. He’d stare down into her face, her steel gray eyes, her shiny sweating skin and her wild brown hair. She gasped, the pleasure ricocheting in her body, she clasped him tightly and groaned.

He groaned with her.

“Oh,” Dakota’s voice floated from the bathroom door. “Cum together! That’s always so romantic!”

Alicia was too far gone, she wrapped her arms tightly behind Hale’s neck and began to thrash. Hale growled in time. Alicia’s eyelids closed tightly as she felt the twitch and spray of hot cum up inside her.

They clasped each other, gasping and panting, until the AC rumbled on and they felt the chill run over their sweat drenched skin.

“Hey,” Alicia said, seeing Dakota had climbed onto the bed in their afterglow. “Hey!”

Dakota had dipped two fingers into Alicia’s cunt and brought out the slimy post-sex run off. She gave it a lick and then shoved her two sticky fingers into Alicia’s mouth.

“How’s Casey?” Hale asked, fingers running around Alicia’s nipples.

“She needs to learn how to drink,” Dakota said. “Ivy’s with her in the shower. I’ll trade with her after my turn.”

Alicia watched as a Dakota reached down and grabbed Alicia’s tit.

“She’s a stunner,” Dakota said.

“You can talk to me,” Alicia said, but melting happily under the attention.

“Thanks, my girls have high standards,” Hale replied, kissing Dakota. “Climb on her and get a closer look at her tits.”

Dakota nodded, straddling Alicia and lifting her heavy breasts. “Wow...”

“Thanks...” Alicia said, she was trying to look around Dakota’s shoulders and follow Hale’s progress. Alicia gasped as Hale grabbed her thighs and pulled her down the mattress until she and Dakota were in line, lip to lip.

“You’ll get a few more tonight,” Dakota said. “But tomorrow, we’re all in this together.”

Alicia kissed Dakota as Dakota pushed her hips down onto Alicia’s face. Hale’s recovered dick went into Alicia and the night was still quite young.

“God, that’s tight,” Ivy laughed in the morning. Hale was sitting in the bathroom, holding Casey’s hair, while Ivy, Dakota, and Alicia were trying to salvage enough clothes to make a quick trip to Alicia’s apartment.

Alicia frowned, none of the girls had a bra they could lend her. Dakota was pretty flat and as endowed as Ivy and Casey were, Alicia was in a league of her own. She had borrowed a light top from Ivy, but the buttons were gasping. One deep breath and she’d become a cannon.

“We’re being dumb,” Dakota said. “Take it off.”

“Thank god!” Alicia squeaked as she unbuttoned the top gingerly. Still, one button ripped off.

“Poop!”

“Sorry,” Alicia said, shaking the top down her shoulders. “I’ll buy you another one. We’re goin’ shopping today.”

“Oh! Shopping trips are always fun!” Ivy said. “What’s your plan, Dakota?”

Dakota walked up and slipped Hale’s shirt onto Alicia’s shoulders.

“Smells nice,” she said.

“We did laundry yesterday,” Dakota said.

“Dakota did,” Ivy said. “I’m not allowed near public washing machines. I get ideas.”

“Ideas?” Alicia asked.

“She likes to fuck on rocking surfaces,” Dakota said.

“I’m guessing she likes to fuck everywhere,” Alicia said. “Cutie like her and monster like Hale? How does he go so long?”

“The rings, I think,” Dakota said. “They give him more than a little pick-me-up.”

Alicia checked herself in the mirror. Even with her small frame, she was stressing the limits of Hale’s shirt with her breasts. “I like it.”

“So do I...” Casey croaked.

“You OK, sweetness?”

“She needs electrolytes and sleep,” Dakota said. “I also like really greasy fries or biscuits and gravy when I’m that hungover.”

“I know just the place!” Alicia said.

“Then let’s go!” Casey said, her pep not quite reaching her understated fist in the air.

“‘Licia! ‘Licia!”

Alicia, and all of the party, were accosted by a heavyset young woman rushing from the motel office over to them.

“Hi, Sandy...” Alicia blushed.

Sandy slowed and got close.

“Are you taking my girl home?” Sandy asked, looking straight at Hale.

“We were going for breakfast first and--”

“I’ll join you!” Sandy said. “Maggie already rushed home.”

Sandy looked back and forth over all the girls. Hands with rings on them were conveniently, and quickly, hidden behind other girls or in her own pocket. Sandy frowned.

“Where’s your top?” Sandy asked.

“It was a wild night,” Ivy said.

Sandy frowned. All of these girls were knockouts. Alicia wasn’t the kind of girl who needed to slum it some gross poly thing. Sandy frowned, but she smiled. “Where are we doing breakfast?”