Chapter Seven

Georgia lay awake in her narrow bed and stared furiously up at the cracked plaster ceiling above.

The evening felt unseasonably warm and a quick glance at her phone told Georgia it was just past eight o’clock in the evening. For once, things were blessedly quiet. No banging of furniture or heavy grunts coming from upstairs. No crashing of breakables and girlish moans of ecstasy. She could finally sleep undisturbed.

Eight o’clock.

Georgia sat bolt upright. Eight o’clock meant the First Edition would be in full swing, a term that seemed more apt for the bar than ever before, and Mr Growly Grunts would be busy working the door.

Apartment 10a would be empty and ripe for a little… investigation.

Slipping out of bed, Georgia grabbed a butter knife from the kitchen then climbed out her bedroom window onto the fire escape. The night was overcast and the lack of windows in the building across the narrow alley kept it dark as she snuck barefoot up the steel stairs to the small landing outside Vince’s window.

Security in the building was a joke. Other than the single deadlock on each apartment's front door, there was little to stop even the most unmotivated thief from helping themselves to the residents belongings. Georgia figured none had bothered if only because nobody in this dump had anything worth stealing.

So when she slid the dull blade between the frame and the window sill, it was no surprise that the latch sprang open at a touch. Easing it open, Georgia ducked inside and almost reeled when the pungent stink of the unlit room pierced her stuffy olfactory.

Oh fuck.

It reeked of sweat and sex, and underlying that thick haze was a powerful odour of something almost spirituous. Sharply chemical.

Georgia covered her nose with one hand as she tiptoed across the room and fumbled for the light switch. Her foot bumped against something with a glassy clink and when she turned on the light she saw what it was.

A pink perfume bottle with a silver label.

It was empty and it was far from alone.

Dozens more just like it were strewn across the floor among discarded beer cans, fast food wrappers and rumpled clothing. Some of that clothing was unmistakably female. Five different pairs of scanty women’s panties, clearly soiled and discolored in the gusset, were hanging from a curtain rod like hunting trophies on display.

Georgia was disgusted. How did any woman not take one look at this filthy trash heap and run away screaming? Her eyes were beginning to water and her skin prickled unpleasantly as she leaned down to inspect one of the glass bottles.

The spray nozzle had been removed, as though a few spritzes weren’t enough and the bastard had just been dousing himself in the contents straight out of the top. This was evidence. Of what she couldn’t rightly say, the **** stink in the air was making it hard to think clearly but Georgia knew she really wanted that bottle.

Maybe to compare to the one she had hidden under her mattress downstairs? To check the Russian writing on the label and make sure they were the same? That sounded like a good idea and she only stopped herself from mindlessly scooping it up at the last minute.

Georgia shouldn’t handle it with her bare hands. That was, like, a safety concern, right? Instead she picked up one of the less filthy looking shirts laying on the floor and wrapped the suspect container up in it.

“Vince, Baby. Are you home?” A whispered voice accompanied a gentle rapping at the front door. Georgia froze in panic. “I saw the light from under your door. Ummm… Not that I was watching for it or anything. Let me in, Stud. I need to feel you again sooo~ badly…”

Georgia didn’t recognize the voice but it was soft, breathy and desperately feminine with the edge of an animal whine to it. She stood with her prize clutched to her chest, rooted to the spot with indecision.

"Pleeeease~ Vince. Gimme a little taste you." The voice was growing more insistent, more urgent. The tapping on the door taking on an added ferver. "Fuck me raw, treat my throat like a pussy, whatever you want, Baby. I just need it so bad right now."

Georgia began to creep her way back towards the open window, carefully placing her feet as not to disturb any of the trash covering the floor. She didn't make any noise but the woman outside seemed to sense the movement.

"I–I know I said I didn't do… that but if it's for you…" There was a new plaintive, beseeching note to the begging, "You can take me in my butt. I've never let any man fuck me back there. It's tight and untouched and all yours, Sexy. Please just let me in. Then you can bend me over the couch again and dump a fat load of your yummy spunk deep in my virgin asshole."

Georgia’s hair wanted to stand on end as she reached the window.

She needed fresh air, the dank funk of the sex sodden apartment wanted to cling to her, seep through her clothing and into the pores of her goose-fleshed skin. She was practically panting for breath as she ducked through the small opening.

“Danny, my boyfriend… We had a fight and I kicked him out. He was so weak, so inadequate when compared to you, Vince.” The hammering on the door was replaced by the scratching of fingernails, like a distressed house pet scrabbling to get inside. “He knew it too. He proposed to me, can you believe that? Tried to lock me down, to keep me away from you. You should have seen his expression when I laughed and threw the stupid ring back in his stupid face. Let me in, Baby and I’ll describe it all to you around a hot mouthful of your huge tasty cock…”

Georgia didn’t even close the window behind her as she rushed out into the balmy night. Back down to her apartment where she hid under her bed sheets and fought to breathe.

Her body was on fire.

Caught somewhere between dreams and wakefulness Georgia tossed and turned in her sweaty sheets. Her nipples ached, hard against the cotton of her t-shirt and her pussy thrummed like a plucked guitar string.

It was like someone had plugged her pleasure centers into an amplifier and turned the volume up to eleven. She burned to be touched, to feel someone's hands thrilling across her most sensitive parts, teasing and pleasing her until she crested the peak into a glorious soulful climax.

Georgia was delirious with desire and in her fevered state she could almost see them. A faceless, formless figure sucking puffy pink little nips, licking a searing hot circle around her pierced navel, spreading her drooling pussy wide and…

“Oh gawd~”

Georgia’s eyes fluttered half-open as her painted pitch fingertips quested down into her damp lacy boy shorts to rub frantically at her rosy nub and dip between her dewy folds. It wasn’t enough. Georgia wasn’t a habitual self-gratifier but she had more than a tourist's familiarity in finding the path to her own pleasure.

She stroked and circled, rubbed and swirled. She curled her own slender fingers deep inside her slick channel, grazing that sweetest of spots but kept coming up just short of explosive relief. Georgia wanted to howl in her **** need as her slim hips bucked up off the bed and her skinny thighs flexed.

She was caught in her own personal edging nightmare and needed somebody… anybody.

Anybody but Vince.

Never him.

“No, please no…” A soft whimper came from outside Georgia’s bedroom door.

She groaned and rolled out of bed, landing heavily on her hands and knees. Her inky hair clung to the perspiration on her porcelain skin as Georgia crawled to the door and peeked her head out into the shared living space. Linh was on the beat up old couch and hunched over, her small body naked and trembling as she gasped out her own yearning cries.

“Linh, what–” Georgia began then stopped as her roommate spun in surprise to face her.

“Georgie, oh Goergie!” Linh sobbed, her beautiful almond eyes were caked in mascara that ran with her tears and big fake lashes that had to be over an inch long. “It’s awful. I want him so badly and I know it’s all wrong but I do!”

She was clutching something to her chest. It was hard to make out in the dark but it called to Georgia and she crawled closer as Linh began to babble. Her senses alight with the primal need to be touched.

“I remember what you told me and I saw it at the bar tonight. All those gorgeous women fawning over Vince like–like he was someone special…” Linh hiccuped then buried her face in her arms and sniffled, huffing at the familiar looking bundle before coming up again with an anguished wail. “But he is special! I don’t know how or why but he is. He shouldn’t be, I can see that now but there is something deep within me that is screaming for his touch. To taste him, drink in his scent and feel him stretching out my aching pussy.”

Georgia was close enough to reach out and place a trembling hand on her friend's bare knee. Both of them moaned at the skin contact and Linh dropped what she was holding as her lithe body arched into the touch.

It bounced and rolled onto the floor; Vince’s shirt and the empty glass bottle of scent. Georgia glared at it and growled as a righteous fury blazed in her small breast to rival her incandescent arousal.

“Vince did this to us and I won’t let him get away with it, Linh.”

“But… But I need him, Georgie.”

“No, you don’t. We have each other.” Georgia hissed, kneeling on the grubby carpet between the Asian coed's knees and smoothing her fitful hands up over the shuddering girl’s parted thighs. “I know his game now and I think we have everything we need to beat him at it.”

She withdrew from Linh long enough to pick up the dirty shirt and slip it on. It was a depressingly blue plaid and had a wet mark where the last few drops of the bottle's contents had soaked into it.

That was all for the best.

Then Georgia climbed up her pretty roommate's petite naked body until she was all but laying atop her, pushing her back into the couch with their soft lips pressed suddenly together. It was Georgia’s first time kissing a girl, probably Linh’s too from what she knew of her closest friend’s romantic history.

It didn’t matter.

The potent manly scent clinging to the stolen shirt and their burning urgency to feel another's touch washed away all discomfort and objections in a roiling flash flood of carnal craving. Georgia slipped a tongue between Linh’s groaning lips and tasted her flavor before pulling back to stare down into her shimmering eyes.

“Ah, Georgie. I never…” Linh began, then let out a gusty whimpering mewl as Georgia slid a questing hand down over her flat belly onto her moist womanly mound. Her trim hips bucked as Georgia dredged two clever fingers through her tight little pussy. “Oh Jeezus, Georgie… fuck!”

Georgia palmed a firm breast in her free hand. Linh had nice tits, especially considering how petite and slender the rest of her was. She tweaked then pulled at her panting roommates stiff brown nipple, knowing how hypersensitive they must be by the throbbing in her own diamond hard buds.

Both of their bodies were geared up for sinful ecstasy and only needed a helping hand to get there. To satisfy their singing nerves and tease out the proofs of their prurient pleasure. To keep them out of Vince’s devious clutches.

“Just let it happen, Linh.” She gasped into her friend's mouth as her thumb played over the writhing girl's hard nubbin and her fingers dipped into her dripping folds. “We can do this for each other. Just close your eyes and imagine that it's him, not me and we can get through this together.”

Linh’s nod was a small jerky movement, her eyes squeezing shut and her breathing growing deep as she inhaled the pervasive smell baked into the stolen shirt hanging from Georgia’s back.

“Oooh~ Vince, you feel so fucking good inside of me. I’ve wanted this for sooo~ long.”

Georgia wanted it too, her treacherous pussy betraying her with a sizzling thrill of delight at the man’s name. She began to grind herself against Linh’s smooth thigh as she worked her twisting fingers faster into her roommate's spasming cunt. The added friction of her swampy boyshorts dragging across her exhilarated bud was an electrical sensation. Her hands grew rougher as she mauled Linh’s pliant flesh as she imagined Vince might do.

Images of the man sparked to life in her imagination unbidden as Georgia remembered the heinous scenes of debauchery she had been subjected to since he moved in a few weeks ago.

Vince mercilessly plowing the stripper into the couch and using her big fake knockers like handles to jerk her harder down onto his massive cock.

“That’s it. Take it…” Georgia growled as she yanked harshly on Linh’s rubbery teat. Her voice sounded deep and gravelly, even to her own ears, bordering on cruel. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes. Oh fuck, yes!”

Vince stepping out of the men’s bathroom with a cum drunk bride-to-be dangling off his shoulder. Her beautiful hair a freshly fucked bedhead and her pretty cock-sucking lips bruised and drooling with his virile spend.

Georgia crammed a third finger into Linh’s soaked and gripping channel, ramming in deeper and curling them as her friend arched her slender back in a silent scream of imminent exquisite bliss. Georgia seized Linh’s throat, forcibly **** off the incriminating cry of release before it could damn them both.

“You’re just another little slut, aren’t you?” She groaned, her sweaty face pressed into the couch beside Linh’s ear. Georgia’s trim body hunched and thrusting as she savagely humped her roommate's twitching thigh, her flowing pussy nectar slickening the expressway to her own climax. “Tell me what you are.”

“I’m a slut.” Linh wheezed, her face darkening as Georgia’s grip remained tight on her slender throat. Her eyes never opened though and she didn’t struggle as she moaned. “I’m a dirty little slut…”

Vince kissing and groping a gorgeous, half-naked Lily Pierre as she joyfully urged him to keep feeding his girthy length down her mother’s tight suckling throat under the dinner table.

“Say it again.” Georgia grumbled, she was close. So goddamn close but something intangible was holding her back from that final push over the precipice of orgasmic eruption. “Tell me what you really are…”

“I’m a slut! I’m your slut. I’m your filthy little fucktoy–”

Yaaassss~!

Georgia’s wet thumb blurred over Linh’s engorged pearl as her plunging fingertips rode the rough internal flesh of her friend-turned-lover’s g-spot. The moment crescendoed as her own fast approaching fulfilment reached fruition and her thighs clamped tight around Linh’s leg in a spastic paroxysm of toe curling rapture.

“Hyaaa~...”

“F-fuck it feels so… good~!”

They rode out their rapturous peaks together, a hot wash of Linh’s juices squirting out around Georgia’s buried fingers as her own pussy drenched her soiled panties. She released the gaping girl’s neck as their sticky bodies seized for a glorious endless moment before going boneless and they sagged into a wet tangle with one another on the sex sodden couch.

Linh nuzzled her tired, flushed face into the old shirt covering Georgia's small perky chest as they both gasped urgently for air.

“Georgie… oh my gawd, Georgie." Linh gasped, kissing her breathless way up Georgia's exposed neck. "Can we please do that again?”

Georgia moaned, her nose was full of that damn scent and her tired, spent body began to ache in both an intoxicating euphoric afterglow and the quickly building hunger for more.

More intimate physical contact.

More raw primal gratification.

More of what they could never ask a certain somebody to give them, no matter how much their traitorous bodies craved him.

“Oh course, Slut. Now take off my panties for me. I want to see those pretty eyes of yours looking up at me as you lick my naughty pussy clean.”

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