The Guy In Apartment 10A Ch 03

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."

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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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Georgia checked her face in the mirror of an old Ford pickup parked on the curb outside the Candy Lounge.

Perfect, the girls back at RagStar had helped touch up her makeup before offering to carry the many shopping bags full of complimentary stock out to her car. Not that she had a car--the very thought! Georgia was an environmentalist--but it did occur to her she could probably get one now if she really wanted...

No, that sort of thinking was a slippery slope and she wasn't Vince. Georgia wasn't going to take advantage of people more than she strictly needed to set things right. She simply had Linh carry the bags for her instead.

The shop attendants hadn't needed to do much and said so. A hint of lip liner to bring out her small cupid's bow of a mouth, a little mascara to thicken her long lashes. It was as though the faint acne scars Georgia used to hide under layers of foundation and powder had vanished and her cheek bones looked sharp enough to cut down whole forests.

Linh had found a display of fake lashes and two inch long monstrosities now clung to her lids--heavy with lilac eyeshadow--like bat wings.

"Ummm, babe? What are we doing at the strip club?" Linh asked, grunting as she shifted her heavy load.

"Seeking allies." She replied, tugging at the strap pulled taut across her chest. It dug into her pliant flesh more than it had back in the shop and rubbed tantilizingly across her stiff nipples. That seemed a little strange but was hardly unpleasant. "How's the setting, do you need me to adjust it?"

Georgia reached for the small plastic remote in her clutch but Linh stopped her with an outflung hand that trembled like the strings of a violin.

"No! No... it's good. Great, really." She groaned, her knees on the verge of knocking together and her fine featured face glistening with perspiration. "It's way up in there, you know? Pulsing right against my sweet spot. I can't take too much more without humiliating myself."

Georgia felt oddly disappointed. The sex shop owner, a kindly older lady with her gray hair tied up in a neat bun, had been positively enthusiastic about showing off their range of vibrating eggs. The model they had chosen was purple and came with a wireless remote that allowed Georgia to toy with her roommate at her leisure.

Something about that appealed to Georgia and she pouted a little as she let her hand drop to her side. Did she really want to see Linh fall to her knees on a public street and cry out her climax for everyone to hear?

No, of course not but at the same time...

"Keep it together then." She huffed as she turned to the big muscle-bound bouncer leaning lazily against the glass entry booth beside the doors to the Candy Lounge. They were lined in pink velvet and the giant of a man looked half asleep. "I am here to see the Limponi brothers. You will let me in."

A small breeze ruffled her straight inky hair and blew a few discarded cigarette butts down the cracked downtown sidewalk. The hulking man's nostrils flared and his beady eyes visibly dilated.

"Su-Sure thing." He said as his large pumped-up body seemed to deflate in on itself like a ruptured air mattress. "Are you one of the new dancers? The bosses have been looking for new talent but I gotta warn you, the crowd here is pretty rough."

"They wish." Georgia said with a disdainful sniff as he held the door open for her and she swept past. "I'm here to save their business. To save everyone. Come, Linh."

"Yes, Georgie." The athletic little Asian gasped, bustling in behind her with an anxious expression and the rustling of paper shopping bags.

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"That blonde bitch thinks she can poach our girls?" Rocco Limponi roared.

Rocco and his brother Tommy were seated at a booth at the back of the dimly lit club. The place was all but deserted. The music was at a low volume with one lonely looking brunette in an emerald bikini halfheartedly spinning around the pole for the small smattering of patrons who appeared more interested in the greasy all-you-can-eat fried chicken buffet than her dancing.

Well, it was lunchtime on a Sunday. Georgia imagined the holy rollers didn't get their rocks off until after evening mass.

"There isn't much we can do about it until she has them actually doing something illegal." Tommy replied sourly, chewing on a foul smelling cigar. "So far they are just parading about that shithole of a bar in those slutty little uniforms and shaking their skanky asses at each other. There's no breach of her license in that."

Both men were built large and oily. Layers of old muscle covered in rolls of fat stuffed into cheap pinstripe suits and topped with slicked back manes of jet black hair. Gold chains glittered in the nests of dark chest hair sprouting from half unbuttoned dress shirts and the heavy gold watches on their wrists

might

have been genuine Rolex's but Georgia doubted it as she glided up to the table.

"In the meantime I'm forced to put my midweek girls in our prime weekend time slots?" Rocco raged, heedless of who might be listening. "Look at Claire up there. She couldn't drum up pennies for bus fare with an ass that flat."

Poor Claire either wasn't listening or was numb to the harsh words as her song ended and she began to collect the few paltry tips scattered about the edge of the stage. Bus fare indeed but Georgia didn't have time to feel sorry for the girl. She stood over the table and waited, watching both of the men expectantly.

"They'll come crawling back, you'll see. That bitch can't afford to be paying all their wages, even at minimum industry standard. Especially since none of her old regulars will go near the place anymore." Tommy soothed his brother with an expansive wave of the cigar in his meaty hand before noticing Georgia standing there. "You need something, sugartits?"

Sugartits?!

Georgia's back stiffened and she glared down at her nose at the two brutes, waiting for them to bend and break under her powerfully fragrant presence. Nothing happened. Tommy just leered at her chest while Rocco gave her a quick up and down before leaning sideways to stare past her at Linh.

"You girls looking for work?" Rocco asked, "Know how to dance a pole? We got a few openings if you do."

"More than a few." Tommy agreed sourly, puffing out a stinking plume of blue-gray smoke.

The very idea that Georgia would debase herself enough to work in a place solely devoted to reducing women to sex objects had her gritting her teeth.

"I came here looking for two men but all I've found is a couple of little boys bickering over their lost toys." Georgia bit out with a flick of her hair. It felt smoother and glossier than ever under her fingers. "I guess I will have to go search elsewhere."

The Limponi brothers froze and for a moment Georgie thought she had them until Rocco surged to his feet with a face contorted into a seething snarl.

"The hell did you just say to us?!"

Georgia stumbled backwards a step as the massive slab of a man stalked around the table with his huge fists balled in fury. Why hadn't it worked? She gasped as he reached out to grab her then smelled it.

The club.

The Candy Lounge was a pungent mess of harsh odors. Choking cigar smoke, stale spilled beer and cheap body oil with a dried layer of acrid sweat underlying all of it. Georgia fumbled with her purse for the spray bottle inside but dropped it when Rocco grabbed her by the arms and shook her roughly.

"You've got some stones to walk into

our

club and start giving us shit, you fucking whore..."

"You let her go!" Linh screamed, swinging at his back with the shopping bags. It did little more than send various fripperies of lace, satin and leather flying in a fluffy cloud around the hulking man. "Don't you dare hurt her!"

Georgia could feel her brain rattling about in her bobbling skull and was about to scream for help when the older Limponi brother slowed his assault and then stopped. He had been about to get up in her face again when his flattened nose twitched and his angry expression began to sag like melting candle wax.

Georgia took a second to calm her fraying nerves and compose herself before changing her tact. She had come at this all wrong, trying to bulldoze two lifelong misogynists with her newfound power. So, instead of pulling away from Rocco's foul grasp she stepped further into it.

"I'm so sorry." She murmured, just loud enough for him to hear over the persistent thudding bass of the sound system as she pressed her lithe body against his big barrel chest. "I shouldn't have said those horrible things."

The whole club had gone still, watching the strange spectacle as Georgia snuggled up close under the thuggish man's chin and smoothed her delicate hands up over his broad shoulders.

"Ah, yeah. You shouldn't have, ummm... miss." Rocco said with an edge of uncertainty, his breathing deepened.

"Rocco, what are you doing? Throw the dirty skanks out already."