Victoria feels different this morning. Of course, she doesn't smell. You didn't let her shower before work, and with the lack of deodorant, she's increasingly worried about the idea, but her perfume is still holding up, and she's still just not the type to smell.
But the idea is in her head, the idea that 'Victoria the good girl' has been replaced, her identity removed by Victoria the smelly girl. She seems reluctant to even go to work, afraid of embarrassing herself.
But you want her to embarrass herself.You insist she go. Her texts throughout the day are composed at first, but rapidly becoming undone:
"No smell yet, haha, guess I'm just not really built for body odor lol ;)"
"One of my coworkers actually complimented me on my perfume lmao"
"OK, I just put my arms up to grab something and there's...there's a bit of odor there."
You pounce on the opportunity. You demand that she goes to the company bathroom,locks herself in a cubicle, and sniffs her armpits and feet in a video for you.
For five minutes, you just get dots. She's struggling. Eventually, she just sends two words:
You change her name in the chat to Victoria the smelly girl. And that seems to remind her of her place. 30 minutes later, you get the video. She's flustered and embarrassed, tentatively making small talk as she slowly peels her shoes and socks off. She starts with her feet first.
"OK, there's just normal, they're just."
You catch the flutter of embarrassment in her cheeks. She's noticed the smell, and it's doing something to her, something she can't hide. She moves on quickly to her armpits
"OK, OK, so they don't.....They don't smell bad, but they're uh, they're uh, a little fragrant ok?"
The admission causes her to shut down, she ends the video quickly. But you want more. You text again:
"Victoria. A smelly girl does what she's told. I want your coworkers to notice you. I want you to fart around them for me."
This time, her response is quick
"Absolutely fucking NOT, are you out of your mind? I'm not doing embarrassing myself for you like that!"
"Yes, you will. What are you, Victoria?"
"I'm, I'm not fucking doing that, ok?"
"It's fucking gross, and embarrassing and humiliating."
"It's not like me, I'm not doing it."
She gets home from work breathless, and hopelessly flustered. You already know she did it. Victoria, the clean, beautiful, put together, preppy fashionista, just farted near someone deliberately. And, as you slide your hand down her skirt, you realize that that isn't even the most embarrassing part.
The most embarrassing part is that it made her wet.
i love this story so much you have no idea <3 i’m reading this super super so i might reblog this with better stuff to say but i absolutely adore this edition