Chapter Eight

Georgia held the unopened bottle of scent in her hand and reconsidered what she was about to do.

It was identical to the empty one she had swiped from Vince's room above, pink glass cut into a rectangular shape with a silver foil label. Even the Cyrillic characters were the same, though Georgia had no idea what they meant.

Google translate had been pretty dicey with the results of her search. Something to do with regional dialogues and archaic alphabets.

It didn't matter

What did matter was what Georgia was about to do with the pilfered bottle of perfume… aftershave… whatever it was supposed to be.

She was sitting on the edge of her roommate Linh's bed watching the naked young woman sleeping fitfully. Last night had been wild, unhinged and extremely elucidating.

Their bodies had burned together, feverishly hot with the need for carnal contact. Every inch of their bare sweating skin had felt like a fine tuned sexual hot spot and the pleasures they had drawn from each other had been downright stratospheric. Georgia’s overheated pussy had sparked like a live wire under the simplest brush of Linh’s rolling fingers and boiled like molten magma under the ministrations of her warm, questing tongue.

…and there had been a lot of that because Georgia had discovered she was something of a demanding pillow queen once she really got going. Part of her felt a deep stab of guilt as she remembered some of the filthy names she had called her closest friend while in the grip of hedonistic insanity.

Another part of her thrilled at the hot blush of shame and excitement that had burned across the young Asian’s expression before shuddering in delicious desire and returning her pretty mouth back to its exquisite job of ravenously devouring Georgia’s quivering loins.

“Oooh~ Georgie…” Linh moaned drowsily, her hands sleepily pawing at her own bruised tits.

Georgia reached down and gently stroked her friend's raven hair. It was badly tangled where it had been bunched into crude ponytails to act as handles during some of their rough play. It was that damn perfume, it had messed with both of them. Georgia didn’t mind the sapphic element to their night together, defying the tyranny of the phallus had been very empowering, but the clear roles they had each assumed so eagerly didn’t compute on an intellectual level.

It had felt amazing, to be so in control and domineering for once in her passive-aggressive life but Georgia couldn’t reconcile that behavior with her egalitarian outlook and personal principles. No matter how much she and a newly submissive Linh had ecstatically enjoyed it.

Loudly enjoyed it, in fact. Georgia had needed to gag the wailing slut’s disobedient mouth with her own soaked panties to keep her from waking the neighbors as she spanked the dirty girl’s naughty snatch until it gushed.

Georgia shook off a sudden surge of simmering arousal. Vince was to blame for everything.

Mr Apartment 10a obviously wasn’t concerned about fucking with other peoples lives. Taking whatever–whoever–he wanted and to hell with the consequences. Georgia looked down at the full bottle of scent in her hand. It glittered a seductive rose hue in the beams of morning light struggling their way through the dirty bedroom window.

Well, two could play that game.

A spritz or two wouldn’t be too bad, right? Just a little pepper to get her warmed up and put her head in a more focused mindset. To stiffen her backbone and show that wretched slimeball that a real woman wasn’t going to bend over backwards… or forwards… or drop to her knees…

Ungh~...

Georgia gave the spray nozzle a few quick pumps, directly misting her face in the intoxicating aroma as her body began to warm and her head started to swim. It washed over her skin. Her pores seemed to drink it in as her nostrils flared, opening for the first time in weeks.

It was heady and distinctly chemical. How had she not picked up on it before? At the same time it fortified her wavering resolve and made her core ache with a fresh insistent need. Her muscles tensed, her heart rate spiked and her blood heated in her veins.

She felt good, stronger, more prepared to face the cruel world outside these four miserable walls with the paint peeling off the plaster.

Ready to put the challenge to him.

“Linh, wake up.” Georgia growled, digging her nails into her slumbering roommates hair and twisting her head around to look up at her with heavy lidded eyes.

“Georgie? Wha-What… Oh Georgie!” The words came out slurred and indistinct but Linh’s cute button nose twitched like a rabbit. “Do you need something from me, Babe? I’d do anything for you. You know that, right?”

“That’s right. Now get dressed, Slut. We are going shopping.”

Georgia inspected herself in the dressing room mirror and smirked in smug satisfaction.

RagStar was the kind of alt fashion boutique she could never afford to shop at in the past. No, her previous fashion choices had needed to be carefully plucked from the cluttered and malodorous clothing racks of dollar thrift stores and goodwill outlets.

All with an assiduous eye for quality, price and errant moth holes.

In the past, she had always rationalized that away with weak excuses. Georgia was being frugal and recycling in an age of wasteful consumption. She was hunting for vintage treasures and everyone knew that the best grunge band shirts were always found at the bottom of a discount bargain bin. Her cobbled together goth punk style was edgy, personally unique and the rips in those black skinny jeans were totally intentional.

What a steaming serving of crap she had been feeding herself.

“You look sooo~ sexy, Georgie” Linh babbled, standing by the curtain. Her arms heavily laden down with dark leather and lacy ebony clothing.

“I do look hot, don’t I?”

A tight black open front top was stretched across her modest chest, held in place by thin straps and clasps fastened across her nipples and midriff but otherwise leaving her much of her ivory skin bare. Georgia didn’t wear a bra under it, opting instead for a mesh crop top that left her pierced belly button out on tour.

A new diamante stud glittered in it and a pleated tartan miniskirt in shades of deep violet was buckled low on her slender waist started three inches below the jewellery and ended a meager inch past her crotch. Fishnets hugged her slim thighs and shapely calves ending in high top studded leather combat boots with a platform heel to give Georgia a much needed boost.

“Mmmhmmm!” Linh nodded emphatically, her hips and ass squirming as she rubbed her sleek thighs together and gnawed on her plump bottom lip. “That looks even better on you than the spiked bustier.”

“That one did look good, didn’t it. Like it magically gave me tits for the first time.”

“I think you have great tits, Babe.”

Babe, huh.

Linh’s fresh infatuation with her was endearing, if temporary. Georgia reassured herself it was only until the scent wore off or her next lukewarm shower. Then things could go back to the way they had been with some minor embarrassment that they would laugh off in the fullness of time. It would be fine but right now it was necessary. Georgia needed to know the full extent of the power Vince was wielding if she was ever going to turn it back against him.

The clothing was necessary too. It would be her battle garb, her armor and her glamor to take down the wretched creep. She shouldn’t feel bad that they were essentially planning to walk out of here without paying for any of it, right?

She had given herself another puff or two of the insidious scent before walking into the designer storefront, just to top up her metaphorical tanks. One whiff of Georgia had turned the two cookie-cutter emo shop girls into blathering, simpering sycophants who nearly tripped over their own lolling tongues to pick out new outfits for her to try on.

The price tags on each article of clothing were outrageous. So much money for so little fabric equated to nothing short of corporate piracy. It was fine and Georgia didn’t want to get anyone in trouble, she would just return the lot of it once this whole Vince fiasco was finally put to rest.

Well, most of it anyway. That crimson satin and black lace corset was to die for and gave her a wonderful hourglass figure she'd never had before. And shops like this accounted for losses in their ridiculous prices so it wasn’t truly stealing, not in the greater scheme of things.

“Are you sure you don’t need anything else in there, miss?” An eager to please voice called from outside the changing rooms. “Morrigan thought you might like a latte and said she could go fetch–”

“No. I’m fine, thank you again.” Georgia called back over her shoulder then paused as she saw Linh squirming in her skintight azure hot pants and a white halter top. “Linh, what are you doing?”

“I can’t help it, Georgie. You look so fucking hot right now, it’s getting me all damp down there again.” Linh panted, it was probably from being cooped up in the small space for so long with Georgia and her new smell. “I need you to do… you know, like last time.”

Georgia sighed and reached into her clutch. Her new clutch. It was black, of course, with a long fine silver chain to dangle it from her slender shoulder. She pulled out a clean pantyliner and Linh’s vibrator.

It was small, barely larger than her thumb and clinically white. It was the sort of discrete battery operated boyfriend a girl could stash in the back of her underwear drawer for emergencies.

This would be Linh’s third emergency today. It was getting annoying.

“Okay but our next stop after this is the adult emporium on Lincoln Avenue.” She said taking the pile of clothing out of her friend's arm before setting it aside and handing her the pad. “We need a better solution than all this stop and start business.”

“Yes, Georgie. Thank you, Georgie.” Ling moaned, quickly wriggling the tight pants down her firm thighs and taking her frilly white thong along for the ride. A soaked crumpled mess of sanitary product hit the carpet a wet moment later.

Jeezus, she was dripping like a leaking faucet.

“Now turn and place both hands on the wall.” Georgia commanded, feeling that new thrill flare up in her core again as she turned on the little clit buzzer. “Feet apart and bend over for me, Slut.”

“Oh Georgie, thank you thank you thank you–Aaaah~!”

Georgia couldn’t care less if anyone heard the loud, throaty moans coming from their changing room as she ran the stubby little sex toy across her friends dewy folds to tease at her swollen clit.

What could they do about it anyway?

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