Georgia stood at the yellowing porcelain sink, holding the pink perfume bottle and marveling at her own reflection in the small bathroom mirror.
Her complexion had cleared and any blemishes had been smoothed away until her face resembled a striking visage formed out of purest polished alabaster. Her dark brows and lashes looked freshly treated and luxurious. Her hair--dear lord, her hair!--hung well past her shoulders like a silky soft blanket of the richest midnight velvet. Georgia couldn't help curling a glossy strand of it around her fingertip.
Even her pursed lips and cute nose somehow looked more pert, more geometrically symmetrical.
The glass bottle felt large, hard and heavy in her dainty hand. Weighty with all the promise and possibilities it represented. It wasn't a small bottle, not precisely, but Georgia had used a full third of its aromatic liquid contents the day before and the results were unmistakable.
She was standing naked in her self examination--something she would never have endured in the past without an unhealthy dollop of superficial self-loathing--gracefully shifting her balance from one long smooth leg to the other. Georgia cocked her hip, crossed her slender ankles and slowly spun side on to better appreciate her striking new profile.
Firm swollen breasts, trim tummy, fuller hips and a nicely rounded out bum. All had come from seemingly nowhere and practically overnight. The source of these miraculous changes was glaringly obvious but Georgia figured some further investigation couldn't hurt.
She misted a small patch of skin on her forearm with a single pump of the atomizer and watched in fascination as it settled onto the limb. The skin there appeared to drink it in, the minuscule pores and follicles fading away. Her flesh firmed and took on a healthy pale radiance. Even the small scar Georgia had earned in a childhood bicycle accident vanished before her eyes as if by magic.
All from a single spritz of the fabulous tincture.
She ran her fingers across the spot and shuddered exquisitely at the sensation. It was as perfectly smooth, shiny and supple as freshly poured liquid latex and her own tentative touch telegraphed electrifying sparks of delicious delight direct to her thrumming core.
This...
elixir
was incredibly potent, the sharp scent irresistible and the strong urges it conjured were powerfully intoxicating. Georgia inspected the cap closely and noticed it was threaded, the spray top could be unscrewed and removed entirely.
Did she dare?
Vince had loudly fucked Sammy over her her office desk in front of two neutered thugs who, by all rights, should have beaten him into a thin streak of chunky salsa.
A more beautiful Sammy, a changed and
transformed
Sammy. A wicked, imperious Sammy who had turned her precious bar into Vince's personal playpen, eagerly submitted to all his outrageous desires and orgasmically screamed for more.
The pieces started to fall into place in Georgia's spinning mind and suddenly a few silly spritzes didn't feel like nearly enough.
But she needed to be smart about this.
The physical effects were plainly apparent but the emotional component was far more insidious. Georgia needed a touchstone, a benchmark, some means to measure and quantify the changes this wonderful, terrible solution was making to her psyche.
She was an educated young woman and, in scientific terms, Georgia could be her own independent control if she had a test subject on which to observe all other experimental variables.
She turned and stood in the bathroom doorway, toying with the perfume bottle in her hands.
Linh lay passed out on their shabby couch. Sweaty, naked, and splayed out like a drunk. She was snoring softly with a hot pink rubber ball gag dangling loosely around her neck. Her delicate chin glistened with a lewd blend of her own spittle and Georgia's womanly juices. Her throat and perky upturned breasts bore bruising bite marks and a large black double-ended dildo still protruded profanely from her battered, dripping pussy.
Last night had been an eye-opening, toe-curling series of sordid, carnal pursuits that would have made Nero blush before breaking his damn fiddle over his knee in envy.
Georgia gripped then twisted the top off with the crisp snap of a seal breaking. The pervasive chemical fragrance immediately assaulted her nasal passages accompanied by a rush of licentious excitement.
She let a small puddle of it pool in her palm before smearing it down from her slender neck, over the bare contours of her soft burgeoning breasts, across the flat plane of her belly and into to the fertile delta of her moist sex. It was as though she had drawn a broad line of sybaritic heat down her gloriously naked front.
Linh's nose immediately began to twitch as she stirred dreamily, squirming delectably as her heavily adorned eyelids fluttered half open.
"Georgie...Babe?"
Georgia wrestled internally to separate the dizzying swirl of emotions and sensations that were growing into a roaring maelstrom within her. Trying to pull back from the tides of lust and excitement that tugged at her. To find a cool, dispassionate mindset from which to examine the eddies of dominance and control that sought to drag her under. That threatened to drown her in the exhilaration of
taking
and
owning
the little Asian whore and making her howl in delirious ecstasy.
To remind her submissive lover who she
really
belonged to...
But Georgia had to know. She desperately needed to understand how much more impact the perfume had when dosed so liberally, in such excessive quantities. It could be the key to bringing down Vince and finally making everything right again.
"Georgie,
pleeease~
say something." Linh pleaded in a small whimpering lilt.
Eyes dilated, increased perspiration and clear signs of sexual arousal.
"How are you feeling, Slut?" Georgia asked, her voice came out cold and distant as she took a few steps closer to her writhing roommate.
"Wha-what? I mean... It's happening again, Georgie. I'm feeling all hot, feverish. I need your touch
sooo~
badly, Babe."
Babe again.
Ugh.
The endearment felt so underwhelming. So diminutive. It sounded almost ungrateful given all Georgia was putting herself through on behalf of her witless friends and everybody else she was trying to save from Vince's lascivious clutches.
Why did Georgia have to spend her whole life being undervalued and underestimated by everyone she met? She had suffered and studied and worked so damn hard. All she ever wanted was to
help
people, to tear away the blinkers society blinded them with and let the harsh light of reality brighten their dull, dolorous eyes.
Wasn't that a noble pursuit worthy of respect?
Wasn't Georgia deserving of some goddamn deference for her herculean efforts?
She leaned in close, making sure Linh got a noseful of her flagrantly doused skin and reached down with deliberate slowness to grip the end of the large dildo still firmly lodged in her pet plaything's dewy depths. The dark rubber was damp and sticky from the previous night's play.
