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If she kept a cig in one hand and a drink in the other, she couldn't pull her holo out of her pocket to check for a reply to her messages. It didn't matter that she'd have an alert if anything came in, having her hands occupied was the only way she'd found to stop herself looking at the damned thing every few minutes. It'd been two fucking days, what was V playing at?

That was the problem with getting tangled up with a merc. Always disappearing off on some gig or other. Or just disappearing. And it wasn't as if they'd codified what they were to each other. Hadn't said they were exclusive. V could be charming her way into some other woman's pants right fucking now! Judy ground her teeth and threw back the last of her vodka-soda.

"Heeey, output."

Judy cut her eyes sideways at the tall cool drink of water that had just slipped into the space between her stool and the next one along. She was close enough that Judy could feel the warmth of her skin. Rita. Just what she needed, Lizzies' resident revolving door to stick her nose into her business.

"What's eatin' you, Álvarez? Look like someone recorded over your limited edition Bushidō carts."

Rita's rough purr brushed against Judy’s senses, seductive as silk. Emerald eyes half-lidded, deep purple lips in a glossy pout, tits practically falling out of her top. Rita knew how good she looked—and knew Judy knew.

"What's the matter?" She tilted her head playfully. "Your favorite merc off playin' in some other yard?"

Judy scowled, swirling the ice in her glass. Rita always knew exactly how to jab at her sore spots.

"None of your business, Rita."

"Aw, c'mon output. I'm just messin' with ya. Thought we were friends." Rita feigned upset, sticking out her full bottom lip and batting her eyelashes—a sight that would send most people in the bar into overdrive. Judy included, if she was honest.

"Friends don't pry into each other's shit," Judy countered.

"But what if friends just wanna help?” Rita retorted, leaning closer until their shoulders touched.

Her brightly-colored claws drummed an idle tune against the counter. Judy's skin prickled where's Rita's bare skin was pressed against hers and she fished her cigarettes out of a pocket just for an excuse to lean away.

“You know…” Rita dropped her voice lower, as if sharing a secret. “It's been a while since we had fun together… just 'cause V don't know what a gem she got in you don't mean you gotta be all alone tonight.”

If V wants to disappear on me, why shouldn't I enjoy myself? The rebellious thought echoed round Judy’s mind, setting her heart racing. The logical part of her screamed 'bad idea', but she ignored it. V was probably having her own fun.

She took a longer look at Rita, taking in the glossy Realskinn that shimmered pink and purple under the Lizzies' lights. Her heart thrummed harder against her ribcage, and she started to feel her pulse in her temples and between her legs. She licked her lips, mouth suddenly dry.

Bad idea.

"I—I shouldn't, Rita."

Rita shrugged as if Judy hadn't just rejected her and turned around, leaning over the bar and coming back with a bottle of vodka in one hand and a raised middle finger aimed at Mateo. The bartender rolled his eyes and left her to it. She poured a couple of fingers into Judy's glass and took a swig straight from the bottle. Her pink tongue as she licked her lips was mesmerizing.

Judy usually drank vodka with a mixer, but Rita liked it straight. She threw back the drink Rita had poured into her glass, wincing as the ice-cubes clacked painfully against her teeth.

Rita’s lips curved into a predatory grin as she refilled the glass.

“Thattagirl. Drink up, Álvarez.”

Judy stared at the glass, suddenly wondering what the fuck she was doing. She knew perfectly well what Rita was playing at, getting her drunk. But fuck it, why not? After all, what did it matter? V was probably entangled with another woman while she sat here drowning herself in alcohol and self-pity. Fucking brilliant.

No, it was, actually. It was fucking brilliant, because fuck V.

Judy took a more measured mouthful.

The liquor burned down her throat; it seared her worry away, leaving behind a familiar warmth that washed over her like a sensual wave. She leaned against the bar, feeling the music pulse through her body as Rita snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

"You know, doll, you never did tell me where V disappeared to tonight."

Judy didn’t want to think about V. V had abandoned her. Instead, she simply shrugged and took another sip of vodka. Rita chuckled.

"Well, I guess her loss is my gain."

She trailed a finger down Judy's arm, sending goosebumps prickling up her arm and neck. She shivered. Rita chuckled.

A flash of V's face popped up in her mind, but she resolutely pushed it away. This was what she needed right now—someone who was focused on her, someone who didn't constantly leave her hanging.

"Another?" Rita’s voice was sweet like honey, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she held up the vodka bottle.

Judy stared at it, the world spinning around her just enough to make it fascinating rather than sickening. She giggled—a sound she barely recognized as her own—and nodded, holding out her glass for another refill.

"That's more like it." Rita’s approving smirk made her stomach flutter. Was it desire? Dread? Maybe a mix of both.

The more she drank, the more her inhibitions melted away. Rita's touch became bolder, her words more flirtatious, and Judy found herself responding.

She basked in the attention Rita lavished on her. It wasn’t love or even affection—but it was still validation, recognition. And right now, with bitterness gnawing at her insides, she could do with the ego-stroke. She knew that tomorrow morning would bring back all her doubts and insecurities—about V, about herself—but for now, she was content to just exist in this moment with Rita.

“C'mon, doll. Let’s sit somewhere more private."

Rita pushed away from the bar, half-empty bottle of vodka dangling from her fingers, and held her other hand for Judy to take. Unthinking, unresisting, Judy placed hers in it. Rita’s Realskinn was warm and oh-so-smooth against her palm—familiar yet so different from V's.

Rita led her to one of the small private booths. Once the door was shut behind them, she took out a baggie of reddish crystalline powder and held it up with an impish grin. Glitter. Rita always had something on her. The club's head bouncer and main enforcer of the 'nothing that'll get us fuckin' busted, choom' policy shoved half of what she confiscated from clubbers up her own nose and sold the rest to fellow Mox.

"Wanna make this a proper party?"

Judy stared at the baggie, greed and anxiety doing a chaotic dance in her gut. Gone were the days when she'd dive headfirst into a cloud of glitter without stopping to think. After what V had told her about the drug when she'd been busting Claw glitter labs Judy'd thought better of it; she stuck to safer drugs that came out of SCSMs and were covered in corpospeak about how it was your own fault if you took too much and flatlined. But V wasn't here, was she?

"Fuck it," she muttered, screwing up her face. "Why the hell not?"

Rita chuckled, a low croon of satisfaction that made Judy's gut squirm pleasantly.

"There she is."

She laid two fat lines out on the table and offered Judy a rolled-up bill. After a second of hesitation she snatched it from Rita's fingers and bent over the table to inhale sharply. The glitter scorched a path through her sinuses and down the back of her throat. It hit like an AV, jolting her brain into overdrive before giving way to a dizzying euphoria.

"Better?" Rita husked.

Judy nodded, blinking rapidly as she tried to chase away the tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. She took a deep breath and watched Rita snort her own line.

"That's more like it," Rita chuckled, picking up stray flecks of glitter from the table with a licked finger. She leaned back in the booth, stretching out cat-like, hair shimmering under the dim lights.

The world tilted on its side, sounds distorting and colors merging into one another like wet paint. She was barely aware of Rita slipping closer until she felt smooth fingers tracing over her thigh.

"Relax," Rita murmured against Judy's ear, her breath sending prickles crawling over Judy's scalp. "Enjoy the ride."

Judy closed her eyes and leaned back into the plush leather seat, letting the glitter whirl and Rita’s touch drag her into a fog of blissful sensation.

Her heart pounded in sync with the bassline throbbing from the main room; her skin was a hypersensitive canvas for Rita's touch. Her clothes felt like sandpaper, and every brush of Realskinn against real skin lit up tingling trails. Her stomach rolled. With her eyes closed her entire world was made up of Rita's fingers and her own swirling thoughts.

Bad idea, bad idea.

She opened her eyes and looked down, seeing glossy purple hair as Rita kissed along her collar bone. For a moment she'd expected to see red, and now she was thinking about V again. She grimaced and pulled back. Even if V was off fucking some other woman, did that make it okay for Judy to—

Rita looked up.

"Y'okay, doll?" She leaned away and grabbed the vodka, taking a long swig as she waited for Judy's answer.

Judy tried to pull herself together enough to speak coherent words.

"I—ugh, Reet, shouldn't be doin' this. V's—I mean, we're—"

Rita's expression turned serious as she regarded Judy with half-lidded eyes.

"You don't deserve to be treated like an afterthought, babe."

Despite knowing better than to believe anything Rita said when she wanted something, Judy found herself responding to that word. 'Afterthought'. Is that all she was to V? An afterthought?

Rita handed Judy the vodka and turned to cut two more lines of glitter. Judy mechanically lifted the bottle to her lips, coughing when it met a throat already raw from her first line.

“Ready for round two?” Rita gestured for her to go first.

This time, Judy didn't hesitate. She swiped the bill as she leaned over the table sniffed with her other nostril, feeling the familiar rush almost immediately. Her heart pounded against her chest, and an indescribable sense of euphoria washed over her. Fuck she’d missed this.

Rita followed suit with a giggle, then leaned against Judy again, wrapping them in a glittering haze of sexual tension. Rita’s lips and fingers traced an imaginative path along Judy’s body, leaving a trail of hot and cold shocks that rippled through her senses. Each caress was amplified by the glitter's effect, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body.

By the time Rita deemed the bottle of vodka empty enough to toss, Judy was intoxicated beyond reason. The world spun in a candy-colored whirlpool around her, and she clung to Rita to keep herself upright.

“God, Reet,” Judy laughed, her voice echoing in her own ears. “I can’t even see straight.”

Rita’s laughter was a dark husk against the garish cacophony of the club.

“That’s cuz you’re fucked up, doll. You’re turning into a lightweight, Álvarez.”

It was true. She was completely fucked up. Not just because of all the vodka and glitter either. V might be with another woman right now—a thought that sent angry sparks down Judy’s spine—but so was Judy. Fuck V! V could do what she liked. Which left Judy free to party with Rita.

Maybe it wasn’t fair. But then again, neither was life.

“Help me kill this?” Rita suggested, pouring the final pinch of glitter on the back of her hand this time and offering it to Judy.

Judy stared at the red crystals as they sparkled in the dim light. Another hit would send her over the edge. But there was something inviting—seductive even—about teetering on that precipice. On some level, she wanted to free fall into sweet oblivion.

“What are you waiting for? Turned pussy on me?” Rita taunted, jolting her out of her thoughts.

With a devil-may-care shrug, Judy met Rita’s eyes as she bent low and inhaled sharply. The world exploded. She leaned back with a dreamy smile spreading over her face. Everything felt incredible; every nerve ending tingling and alive.

Rita watched her with predatory glee before slowly licking the back of her hand, a wicked glint in her eyes. Judy watched her tongue, spellbound.

“Enjoying the ride now, babe?”

Judy could only respond with a grin, her thoughts far too fragmented to form a coherent response.

That’s when Rita’s hand slowly began to creep across her stomach where her skin was bare between her skirt and cropped tank. The touch was feather-light yet shockingly potent against her hypersensitive skin. A rhythmic thud settled in ehr ears as Rita leaned in close, her breath hot against Judy's lips.

"V's loss," she repeated, sliding a hand under Judy's shirt, fingers splaying across her diaphragm. "My gain."

At that moment, Judy wasn’t sure whether it was the glitter or Rita’s touch that had her nipples screwing into aching points. This—they really shouldn't—

“No—” She tried to protest, but it came out as a weak moan.

Rita’s lips found hers, swallowing her protest in a heated kiss. The sensation threatened to consume Judy entirely—the taste of vodka and glitter on Rita's tongue, the feel of Realskinn against her lips, the sound of Rita’s throaty little groans.

Guilt writhed in her chest like a live thing, gnawing at the edges of the intoxicating pleasure coursing through her veins. She shouldn't be doing this. V... V had been ignoring her, but that didn't justify what she was doing. But then again, V might be doing something similar with another woman right now. The thought ignited a flicker of annoyance that quickly spread, consuming her guilt and leaving in its wake an almost defiant sense of determination.

If V could entertain herself while neglecting their relationship, then why should Judy deny herself? Righteous anger fed into her desire, making her bold. With newfound resolve, she sank deeper into the kiss and moved her hands from where they rested limply at her sides to explore Rita's figure.

This is what you get, V, she thought. If you ain't gonna stay faithful to me, don't see why I should do it for you.

But Rita wasn't having any of it. She caught Judy's hands, quickly transferring both of her wrists to one clawed cybernetic hand, effortlessly pinning them above her head.

"No, doll. This is all for you."

With the other hand, she pushed Judy's shirt up above her tits and ducked to capture a painfully erect nipple between her lips.

Judy gasped as Rita’s fingers found their way under her skirt, teasing the edges of her underwear. Every nerve was on high alert, sending exhilarating shocks of pleasure through her body as Rita continued her assault. The taste of vodka and glitter lingered on Judy’s lips from their interrupted kiss, working in tandem with the potent drugs coursing through her system to amplify every touch.

The heady mix of guilt, anger, and desire whirled in Judy’s mind as she fought against the intoxicating waves of pleasure. She grappled helplessly with the conflicting emotions threatening to tear her apart. The thought of V with someone else fueled her anger, even as guilt gnawed at her for betraying the relationship they had. Yet the thrill of rebellion against V's perceived betrayal made each touch from Rita feel that much more exhilarating.

Rita deftly pushed Judy’s underwear aside, immediately finding her slick folds. The sound of fabric sliding over skin was drowned in the pulsing music and low murmurs around them. The sudden contact drew a sharp gasp that was lost in Rita’s mouth as she abandoned her nipple to claim another kiss.

Rita’s persistent fingers continued exploring Judy's pussy. Her thumb circled around her clit while two fingers slowly pushed inside her aching, sopping cunt, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her body.

“Fuck…” Judy moaned into Rita’s mouth, arching into the touch.

“Yeah, that’s it… enjoy it, babe" Rita husked in reply before resuming their fierce kiss.

Judy relinquished herself to Rita's ministrations, biting back moans and whimpers as Rita plunged her fingers deep inside her. Each thrust sent coils of pleasure spiraling through her body, tightening around something at the pit of her stomach as they moved in rhythm with the throbbing bass of the music flooding from the dance floor. V who? The thought flitted across Judy’s drug-addled mind, swept away by a fresh wave of pleasure as Rita twisted her fingers in just the right way.

Judy writhed under Rita's assault, back arching off the leather seats as Rita pressed her thumb harder against Judy's clit. The synthetic hand restraining her wrists only added another layer to her pleasure, forcing her to surrender control to Rita while she worked Judy into a frenzied state.

She wanted to touch Rita, desperately. She arched and struggled, yanking against her implacable grip. But Rita only laughed. She returned to Judy's nipple, biting down hard enough to make Judy's cunt clench down around her fingers even as she howled. So fucking hot. Being forced to take Rita's fingers, being made to just take it.

Judy loved it.

She struggled harder, wanting Rita to pin her down, bite her harder, punish her.

Rita’s hand moved unrelentingly within her, Judy's mind threatened to shatter under the onslaught of sensation. Her arousal was tainted with guilt and shame but it only made her feel hotter. There was a perverse pleasure in knowing she shouldn’t be doing this, she was doing it to get back at V. Her anger at V for possibly being unfaithful only fueled her own reckless abandon.

"God... Rita," Judy moaned, her voice choked on the words. She wanted to pull away, yet found herself pushing into the touch. The pleasure overwhelmed her, causing her toes to curl and her back to arch up against Rita.

In response, Rita bit down harder on Judy's nipple while twisting her fingers in a deliberate motion that had her gasping for air. The synthetic hand around her wrists tightened its grip, keeping her arms pinned over her head and leaving her vulnerable under Rita's relentless assault.

She struggled harder.

"Yes! Fuck!"

"Oh, you like that?" Rita murmured into Judy's breasts before flicking her tongue over the abused nipple. "Like it when I force you?"

She was smirking against Judy's skin, relishing the way she writhed and bucked beneath her touch.

Judy could only manage a strangled 'yes!' as Rita drove her closer to the edge. The tumultuous storm of emotions welling inside her was drowned out by the mounting wave of pleasure. The feeling of being wanted so desperately that Rita couldn’t help herself, had to take her whether she wanted it or not was intoxicating.

"Take it then. Struggle all you like you little slut. Can't get away. 'M gonna fuck you whether you want me to or not."

Rita moved to straddle Judy's thigh. Judy could feel the searing heat of Rita’s cunt through the slickness of her Ultraelastic leggings. Rita groaned, and rocked her hips as she tilted her wrist to fuck her harder. Each thrust was a stabbing jolt of pleasure that left Judy gasping for breath, her brain struggling to process the overwhelming rush of sensations.

"Aww yeah," Rita growled, husky voice dark with desire as she watched Judy squirm beneath her. "You're so fucking hot. Never thought you'd be into this sorta thing, doll."

Judy could only respond with a strangled whimper as Rita's fingers twisted and plunged inside her. She squirmed against the synthetic hand between her thighs, shamelessly chasing the delicious friction that ignited sparks of pleasure throughout her body.

Judy's breath hitched as she watched Rita ride her thigh. Vodka and glitter and lust had her head spinning; guilt gnawed at her insides, but the thrill of the illicit overpowered it.

A low moan echoed through the booth, barely audible over the pounding music from the club's dance floor. That raw sound of pleasure pulled Judy back from the brink of oblivion—it dawned on her then that it was her own voice echoing in the small space.

No... no! She couldn't go through with this.

With a last dredge of clarity, she jerked away—only to have Rita slam her back against the couch. The sudden shift caused Rita’s fingers to graze a particularly sensitive spot inside her and Judy cried out in surprise and pleasure.

"Fuck!" Her impassioned expletive cut into their personal bubble of heated passion.

The realization of what they were doing—what she was allowing to happen—slammed into Judy like a punch to the gut. She felt exposed and vulnerable under Rita’s lustful gaze and she tried to pull her hands free.

In response, Rita only laughed—a low, dark chuckle as her fingers continued their relentless assault and her hips sped up, grinding her cunt harder and faster against Judy’s thigh. The synthetic hand around Judy's wrists tightened its grip in mockery of her futile struggle.

"Stop!" Judy gritted out between clenched teeth, thrashing against the leather seats. But Rita was persistent, the smirk on her face adding fuel to Judy's anger.

"Naughty—naughty," Rita panted, her laughter mingling with Judy's desperate pleas. "You can't fool me, babe. You want this."

Judy whimpered at the vulgar words, heat flooding her cheeks even as desire churned in the pit of her stomach. She shook her head vehemently, even as her body betrayed her by arching into Rita's touch.

She opened her eyes—squinting against the garish lighting of the club—and found herself staring directly into predatory green eyes. Rita’s pupils were dilated with arousal and the huge amount of glitter she'd snorted earlier, and her lips were curled into a predatory grin.

"Don't worry doll," she purred, leaning down until their faces were inches apart. "I know what you want, Jude. Can tell me no all you want, won't stop."

Shit. Rita thought she was still playing, and she'd said , said she wanted to be forced, fuck! Rita thought she was still consenting even when she said stop!

Judy's heart pounded wildly in her chest, each beat resonating with the overwhelming desire and terror coiling within her. She could still taste Rita's lips on hers, the lingering flavor of vodka and Glitter taunting her palate. She was near her breaking point; the pleasure threatening to break her resolve, and the guilt gnawing at her conscience.

"Rita, stop," Judy managed to croak out, pulling at the hand that was pinning her wrists above her head. She managed to shift her wrists a fraction, adrenaline giving her a burst of strength, but Rita only moaned in response.

"Fuck... Judy...that’s it…fight me." Rita whimpered, throwing her head back and accelerating her pace against Judy's thigh. There was a desperation in her movements, a primal need that Judy could relate to all too well.

“Rita please, I don’t want this!”

"You're—wet—fucking—cunt—disagrees," she panted against Judy's lips. Each word sent a shameful stab of heat to her cunt as she struggled against the vice-like grip.

Rita's movements grew erratic as she neared orgasm. Her grip on Judy's wrists tightened painfully as she bucked wildly against Judy’s thigh. With one final grind and a strangled whimper, Rita came undone above Judy, shuddering violently as she arched backward.

But there was no time for reprieve. No sooner had Rita's orgasm subsided than she picked up the pace of her fingers inside Judy’s throbbing pussy. The pleasure was agonizingly sweet, each stroke sending hot sparks of ecstasy through her belly. But she didn’t want it, wished she could take it all back.

Her breath hitched when Rita grazed a particularly sensitive spot deep inside her. Her hips bucked involuntarily to meet Rita's movements, driving the fingers even deeper inside her. Each thrust brought Judy closer to the edge of oblivion; each rhythmical movement a promise of climax—a climax she didn’t want, not at Rita’s hand.

"No… please…" Judy gasped out in between ragged breaths but Rita only chuckled darkly at her feeble protests.

"C'mon babe," she purred, nibbling on Judy's earlobe as she continued working Judy towards climax with practiced ease. "You're so close...let me see you come undone."

Rita’s words hung heavy in the air while the twisted pleasure continued to coil tight within her.

"No!" she whimpered, desperation lacing her voice. "Stop!"

Suddenly, the door to their booth was thrown open, the blaring music from the club flooding into their space. The sight of V standing at the entrance, her face unreadable in the harsh neon lights of the club, was enough to make her already racing heart stutter.

Guilt tightened like a noose around her neck. 

V's gaze locked onto Rita's hand between Judy’s legs, then snapped to Judy’s desperate face. Her icy stare bore into Judy's wide gaze, before hardening with fury as she turned back to Rita.

"Get your fucking hands off her!"

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V's actions were swift and violent. A gold-limned arm shot out, grabbing Rita by the collar and yanking her away from Judy. Rita yelped in surprise, her grip on Judy’s wrists breaking as V yanked her away from Judy before slamming her into the wall. The sound of Rita’s body hitting the side of the booth echoed in Judy's ears, sobering and terrifying at once.

V’s fist was clenched tight enough in the fabric of Rita’s top that Judy swore she could hear her cyberware creaking. Ice-cold eyes shone with an intensity that gave Judy chills—she’d never seen V this enraged.

“Fucking bitch!” Rita spat as she attempted to break free from V’s iron grip. But V held on with an unyielding determination, her anger radiating off her in palpable waves that Judy could feel from where she sat.

“You think you can take whatever the fuck you want, huh?” The deadly calm of her voice contrasted sharply with the taut muscles and narrowed eyes.

The fear that flashed across Rita’s face gave Judy a perverse sense of satisfaction. It was exhilarating to see how fiercely protective V could be when it came to Judy—even when she’d been in the middle of betraying her. It made something hot and needy uncurl deep within her.

Guilt gnawed at Judy for enjoying this situation—but she didn’t care.The sight of V in control, protecting what she believed to be hers, was oddly exhilarating. It reminded Judy why she was drawn to the merc in the first place.

She swallowed hard against the lump forming in her throat—regret and desire mingling in an intoxicating cocktail. Her pussy throbbed in time with the pounding bass lines from the club speakers, each beat echoing her conflicting emotions. A wave of arousal washed over her as V pressed Rita against the wall with one forearm, muscle flexing as she held the bouncer pinned.

“You don’t get to touch her,” V growled. The forceful declaration left no room for interpretation—Judy belonged to V. And V would not tolerate anyone else laying a finger on her. Judy’s denied orgasm churned in her guts.

“She wanted me to!”

There was a brief pause.

V raised her free hand, striking slamming her fist into Rita’s face. The impact echoed through the booth like a gunshot, silencing the music for a brief moment.

Judy watched wide-eyed as V landed punch after punch on Rita, each blow landing with a devastating force. The sight should’ve scared Judy. It should’ve made her want to scream out the truth, that Rita hadn’t forced herself on Judy. Instead, it did something entirely different.

V’s raw display of dominance and possession lit a fire in the pit of her belly, a different sort of desire than she’d felt with Rita’s touches.

She looked down at her hand and saw it trembling. A wave of heat washed over her as she remembered the softness of Rita’s lips on hers, the feel of her fingers inside—

She moved her hand towards her pussy, still exposed, panties pulled to the side. The first touch sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through her, and she had to bite back a moan.

“Fucking cunt!” V spat out at Rita. Her voice was full of contempt and disgust for the woman beneath her. Judy’s heart skipped a beat at the possessive undertone and pushed her fingers inside her aching hole.

V threw one last punch at Rita before pushing her out of the booth, heaving the door shut behind her with a bang. She turned back to Judy, breathing heavily.

For a moment, they both froze—V standing at the entrance with bloodied knuckles dripping onto the floor, and Judy sprawled half-naked on the synthleather seats with her fingers inside herself. Their eyes locked in a silent exchange, both of them taking in the reality of what had just happened.

Judy’s breath hitched as V took a step towards her, her gaze dropping to where Judy’s fingers were still buried in her cunt. Judy bit her lip, chest heaving, and drew out, slowly. Instead of moving her hand away from her pussy, she split her fingers and pulled them up either side of her rigidly erect clit, pulling her hood back and displaying herself to V. Something shifted in V’s eyes as they met Judy’s again, brows drawing together. She glanced over her shoulder at the door, and then back to Judy.

Her jaw hardened. Judy’s chest tightened.

V crossed the booth in a split second. She yanked Judy's hand away from her body. Their eyes locked and Judy thought her ribcage was about to cave in, the pressure was so tight.

“What the fuck, Jude,” V growled, staring at her glistening fingers. “Who gave you permission to touch yourself?”

Judy swallowed hard, arousal flaring within her at V's harsh words and commanding tone. The room suddenly felt too small, the air too thick to breathe. The lingering taste of vodka tingled on her tongue; the tangy scent of arousal filled her nostrils, making her head spin. The raw aggression in V's tone had her gut twisting and her cunt clenching. V had never spoken to her like that.

She liked it.

"You shouldn't play with what's mine. You’re mine.”

V's declaration echoed through the room like a whip crack. Her words burned with possessive fury. It wasn’t a question, but Judy found herself nodding, unable to speak. Her skin flushed hot.

V lifted Judy’s hand to her mouth and slowly sucked her fingers, one by one. Judy whined as V’s tongue swirled around the digits.

“You taste fucking delicious, baby.”

V’s knees hit the floor with a crack. She grabbed Judy's hips and yanked her towards the edge of the seat. Judy gasped and instinctively gripped onto V for support.

“Keep your hands to yourself unless I say otherwise,” V snapped. The hard edge to her voice made Judy’s pussy clench.

“Yes, V,” Judy managed to croak out.

Judy’s heart felt like it was going to explode. The sight of V on her knees sent a thrill of anticipation pulsing through her.

V leaned in, placing her hands on Judy's thighs. Her touch left smudges of blood on Judy’s skin, and she tried not to like it, to like that sign of exactly how V had staked her claim. V’s deliberately slow pace was agonizing as she smoothed her hands up the insides of Judy’s legs. When she finally reached her cunt and spread her open with her thumbs, Judy let out a broken moan.

The cool air hitting her soaked folds made her shiver. V smirked, savoring the sight of her laid bare and vulnerable. The silence that stretched between them was deafening; each passing moment heightened Judy's anticipation.

Then, without any warning, V dived in.

The first sweep of a clever tongue against her throbbing cunt drew a strangled gasp. Judy fought the urge to curl her fingers into V’s hair, remembering the order to keep her hands to herself.

V continued her assault with ruthless precision, lapping at Judy’s folds and suckling on her clit, each stroke pushing her closer to the edge. Her nipples ached for attention but she held back from touching them, obeying V’s command even as it drove her mad with need.

The pleasure was blinding; a brilliant white heat spreading like wildfire across her skin with every swipe of V’s tongue. The relentless stimulation was driving her insane; she writhed under V's skilled mouth, pushing herself closer for more contact. Her hands clenched and unclenched on the edge of the couch, the synthleather creaking under her desperate grasp.

Suddenly, V pulled back. The loss of contact had Judy whimpering in protest until she saw the wicked gleam in her eyes. 

"Hands above your head, Jude," she commanded, her voice a lethal whisper that sent a hot chill shivering over Judy’s skin.

Judy obeyed instantly, lifting her arms and clasping one wrist with the opposite hand. V dove back in, her tongue working its magic again.

The room was filled with the sounds of Judy's gasping breath and V's growls of approval, punctuated by the wet slurps of her greedy mouth. The sensation was overwhelming—every lick and suck was a hot surge of pleasure, stoking an inferno that threatened to consume her.

She was so close to the edge she could feel it curling inside her like a spring.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, V added a finger into the mix, slipping it in with a smooth thrust. The unexpected pressure had Judy sobbing out in pleasure as V curled her finger against her g-spot. A second finger made her eyes roll back.

V continued to eat her out, driving her closer to the brink. The coil of tension inside her tightened with each thrust and lick—pushing her higher and higher until she felt like she would burst.

Finally, when she thought she couldn't take any more, V sucked hard on her clit while pumping rapidly into her. Her orgasm hit her like an AV—pleasure washing over her in powerful waves as she pulsed around V's fingers.

V didn't let up until Judy was quaking and choking for breath. Then without warning, V yanked Judy up by her hair while she fumbled her own fly open with the other and tried to shove her pants over her hips. Eventually she managed to kick one leg of her pants off and propped a foot on the back of the bench. Her swollen, puffy cunt was all Judy could see—until V pressed Judy's mouth to her dripping flesh, and then she couldn't see anything at all.

Judy reeled under the sudden onslaught of flavor and sensation; V was wet, so incredibly wet, and the taste of her was intoxicating. The salt of her was mixed with remnants of vodka and the glitter Rita had plied her with earlier—a startling reminder of how fast everything was spiraling out of control.

“Eat me, Jude,” V commanded through gritted teeth. Her fingers tightened painfully in Judy’s hair as she tugged her closer.

Judy fumbled at first, disoriented by the sudden shift in position and her own intoxication. Her hands clenched and relaxed above her head as she obediently followed V’s instructions. Her tongue explored the slick folds of V’s cunt, each stroke rewarded with a strangled moan from above.

V held Judy's head firmly in place, guiding her to where she wanted her. Judy could do nothing but obey. She wanted to obey. Being so totally controlled only excited her more, the silent submission re-igniting the lingering arousal within her. The aftershocks still rippling through her body were a mounting need.

Even in her current state, she found herself craving more of V's dominance—yearning for the harsh words and rough touches that had felt so good from Rita, and so much better from V. V had been so gentle with her every time they’d fucked before. This was new, and exciting, and fed the part of her that longed to be so desperately wanted.

V's fingers tightened in her hair, tugging when Judy drew particularly loud moans from her. Each tug sent tingles spiraling down her spine and straight to her clit. She welcomed the sharp pain—it grounded her in reality, reminded her of V’s control.

“Fuck...” V’s words were choked with raw lust.. “Keep going like that, Jude...”

Judy obediently swirled her tongue around V’s clit before sucking on it, encouraged by V’s gasp of pleasure above. V’s grip on her hair tightened as she canted her hips forward into Judy’s mouth. 

“That’s it... just like that...” she hissed.

Judy could feel V's body start to tense, her hand tightened. Her scalp was screaming in pain, but it only spurred her on.

Suddenly, V pulled Judy’s head back. “Stop,” she grunted. “Now.”

Confused but obedient, Judy immediately ceased all movement. She looked up at V who was heaving with exertion; her eyes were wild and pupils dilated.

“Tongue out,” V ordered in a husky snarl.

Judy complied instantly, looking up at V through half-lidded eyes. A devilish smirk graced V’s lips as she placed a hand on either side of Judy’s head.

“Good girl,” V purred.

Judy’s pussy twitched.

V ground herself against Judy's mouth—her wetness smeared over Judy's lips and chin as she rode her face roughly. The taste of V flooded her senses again, drowning out everything else in an intoxicating wave of arousal and pleasure.

"So fucking good," V gasped.

Judy's heart raced at the urgency in V's voice; the need to come apparent in each desperate buck of her hips. She closed her eyes, fully committed to tasting every inch of V's soaking wet cunt—to feeling V unravel into release against her tongue.

V didn’t disappoint. She rode Judy’s face hard, grinding against her mouth and crying out in pleasure as Judy mouthed into her drenched sex. The slide of V over her tongue was maddening; she wanted to lick and suck and drive V to orgasm, but all she was allowed was to let herself be used.

Judy's pussy throbbed, pulsing with every moan and muffled oath from V. She desperately wanted to make herself come again. But she held back, nervous about breaking the V's rules, of touching what belonged to V. Fuck! V wanted Judy to belong to her! Only to her. Just the idea of it was enough to have Judy desperate again.

The sounds of their coupling echoed in the booth, filling the air. Judy, lost in sex and glitter and vodka, could only focus on the taste of V in her mouth and the sounds V made. With her eyes closed, the world tilted madly around her, a crazy ride she never, ever wanted to get off.

“Touch— fuck —yourself.” V’s voice was strained, the command broken up by her own frantic moans. "Show—show me how much you l-love eating my cunt."

Without hesitation, Judy slipped a hand between her thighs. The first touch sent jolts of electrified pleasure curling through her guts.

With each stroke against her throbbing clit she echoed the rhythm set by V grinding against her mouth. Pleasure pooled low in her belly—a tickle that rapidly escalated into a rolling wave threatening to break free at any moment. She was close again, teetering on the brink of another climax as V roughly rode her face, drenching her in slick.

One of V’s hands cradled the back of Judy’s head while the other was braced against the wall of the booth. Her movements grew more frantic with each moment; Judy fucked her own pussy faster as V rode her face faster; each thrust brought them closer to the edge they were both so desperate to reach.

With a final grind and a guttural cry, V came undone. Her sweet release filled Judy's mouth as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. V rode the waves of pleasure, grinding herself against Judy’s mouth until she was spent. Her hands closed into fists, nails raking across Judy's scalp and neck—a searing pain that jolted through her senses and sent her crashing over the edge with V.

Judy's second orgasm hit even harder than the first. Her vision blurred and body convulsed uncontrollably. Every nerve in her body screamed out in pleasure as pulses of ecstasy tore through her and V's taste filled her mouth.

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Once the aftershocks subsided, V slumped back against the booth, breathing heavily as she released Judy's hair. Judy lay there, panting and spent, with V's taste still fresh on her lips. The sour tang of V’s climax danced across her tongue as she stared up at her. The raw power and dominance emanating from her were intoxicating.

V could barely keep herself upright, leaning heavily against the wall for support. She brushed strands of damp hair from her face, heaving a tired sigh. Her eyes glittered dangerously in the dim light as she reached down to swipe a finger over Judy's swollen lips.

"Guess I didn't need to worry about you getting back at me for... whatever bullshit you thought I was pulling," V panted, breathless but smug. "From your last couple messages, thought you were ending things. Came to Lizzie's to tell you why I couldn't answer—didn't have my fucking holo. Good thing I got here when I did. If I’d been any later…”

A sudden flush of shame washed over Judy; she had let herself get carried away by fear and jealousy, leading to such a reckless act. She had allowed Rita to coax her into something she knew she wouldn't have done sober. And V still thought... V thought Rita had done something she hadn't.

"I..." She stuttered, lost for words as she tried to come to terms with what had occurred. “I didn’t—I mean it wasn’t—”

"Shhh..." V silenced her with another kiss, this one softer and full of a strange gentleness that contradicted their earlier rough encounter. Pulling back slightly, V rested her forehead against Judy's.

"It’s okay.” V murmured, sounding just as exhausted as Judy felt. “Not gonna let her get away with it.”

Overwhelmed and wrung-out, they sat together.

The silence in the booth was deafening, the pounding music of the club a dull background to the ringing in Judy’s ears. Her heart still pounded, her erratic breathing slowly falling back to normal. Shame swirled violently in her gut, heavy and overwhelming. She’d let V think…And hadn’t stopped her…

"V... I," she started, but words wouldn’t come.

"It’s okay, baby," V said, pulling up her pants. “You don’t have to talk if you’re not ready. But I promise she’ll never touch you again. I’ll kill her first.”

It was said so simply that Judy knew it was true. And under the calm reassurance, Judy could hear a faint thread of something else.

Judy watched as V dressed, pushing aside the sticky hair plastered to her forehead with shaking hands. This protectiveness was new; it made Judy's chest feel warm. But more than the promise of protection, it was the other thing she could hear, that she’d seen when V first burst in. V hadn’t only hated seeing what she thought was Rita assaulting her. She’d hated seeing Rita taking what was hers. And iIf there was one thing Judy craved more than anything else, it was for someone to care for her enough to be jealous. It fed the part of her that thrived on a diet of reassurance and validation.

Her mind raced to process everything that had happened. She felt slightly dizzy from the sudden shifts in circumstances; one moment she was falling into temptation under Rita’s seductive touches, and the next she was pinned under V’s raw dominance.

“I’m sorry… about… all this.” Judy cast a glance around the small booth: clothes scattered everywhere, grains of glitter still gleaming on the dark surface of the table, traces of her climax staining the leather seats.

She was disgusted with herself. She’d let her fear and paranoia drive her to do something she would have never contemplated otherwise.

"It's not your fault," V snarled. "It's that bitch Rita."

"V..." Judy sighed, dragging a hand down her face. "I need to tell you something."

"What is it?" V asked, voice soft. Judy couldn’t bear how gentle V was being. As if Judy had to be treated like glass, lest she shatter.

“It wasn’t... Rita didn’t...” Judy stumbled over her words, struggling to find the right way to express herself.

With a sigh, she looked straight into V's eyes before blurting out the truth. 

"Rita didn't force me into anything. I said yes.”

She’d tried to say no as well, but that was after she’d already told Rita she liked to play at being forced. It wasn’t Rita’s fault that she hadn’t understood that Judy really meant no.

The silence that stretched between them was agonizing. She watched as V’s eyes widened slightly in surprise before hardening once again.

"You wanted...her?"

"No!" Judy hurriedly clarified, reaching out to grasp V’s hand, desperate for some connection. "Not her. Not like this..."

She fell silent again, unsure of how to explain. How could she put into words the mess of emotions and insecurities that had led her here?

"I was just... angry and scared," she admitted quietly. "I thought you were ignoring me... maybe even cheating on me. And I… Once I’d thought it, it felt like it had to be true, and everything inside me just got all… all…” She didn’t know how to explain. It all sounded so stupid, once it was outside her head.

"Judy..." V sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I wasn't ignoring you," she continued, voice barely above a whisper. "I had a gig... one that didn't exactly leave me with the luxury of keeping my holo on me at all times."

Her gaze flickered down, focusing on the bloody knuckles of her hand. The sight sent a jolt of guilt through Judy, reminding her of the violent confrontation that had ensued not too long ago.

"And for the record, I would never cheat on you," V continued, her voice gaining a hardened edge as she met Judy's gaze again. There was an intensity in her stare, strengthening the sincerity behind her words.

"I came here to tell you about the gig... and found you with Rita. Struggling. I heard you say no, Jude." V's lips curled into a bitter smile. "Can't blame me for thinking I needed to act."

Judy swallowed hard, feeling a lump in her throat. As raw and brutal as V's words were, they were also a mirror reflecting back the mistakes she had made—mistakes born out of fear.

V was silent for a long moment. Too long. Judy felt a sinking sensation in her stomach as she waited for V to say something. Anything. But the silence stretched on, agonizing and heavy, until Judy was sure she was going to be sick.

"V... I—"

"Shut up, Judy," V interrupted.

Judy fell silent. She felt like her world was falling apart, and there was nothing she could do about it.

"I should be mad at you," V finally broke the silence, her words shooting through the heavy air like bullets. "I should be fucking furious."

"But you're… not?"

"No," V responded, shaking her head. "I'm... hurt."

The vulnerability in V's voice made Judy's heart ache. All the anger and resentment she had felt earlier now seemed juvenile and petty.

"I thought you trusted me," V continued, her voice hitching slightly. "I thought... we were more than just fuck buddies."

"We are!" Judy protested, reaching out to grasp V's hand again only to have it pulled away.

"Then why did you jump into bed with the first woman who showed you some attention the moment I wasn't around?" V spat out, anger flaring in her eyes for the first time since Judy’s confession.

"I..." Judy began weakly, but no words would come out. She had no excuses for her behavior; she had allowed jealousy and insecurity to dictate her actions without thinking of the consequences. She swallowed hard. She had to try to explain.

"I knew it wasn't true but after I imagined what you might be doing it—it felt like it was. And I got so—so mad, and scared, and Rita was there and... V, I'm so fuckin' sorry. I'm s-sorry."

V's eyes softened slightly as she took a deep breath. Her hands came up to grip the sides of Judy's face, pulling her in for a tender kiss.

"I would never cheat on you, Jude," V muttered against her lips. "I'm yours. All of me. And you're mine. I don't want anyone else touching you."

The declaration wrung a sob from Judy's throat, a mix of relief and guilt washing over her. The warmth in her chest grew as she heard those words. While V’s possessive declaration might have seemed controlling to someone else, it was exactly what Judy needed to hear. It fed straight into every little insecurity she had, told her that she was worth fighting for, worth possessing.

"We'll figure this out," V promised softly.

They spent the next few minutes in silence as they both dressed. Judy fumbled her clothes, hands still shaking from her intense orgasms, vision blurred from vodka and glitter. V had to help her with her sneakers.

Once dressed, they exited the booth, leaving behind the mess of glitter and spilt alcohol and spattered blood that was testament to Judy's reckless actions. The music throbbed through them as they weaved their way through the crowd.

Outside Lizzie's, in the crowded parking lot, they stood in silence. Judy could still taste V on her tongue, still feel the phantom press of V's body against hers.

"Let's get you home, Jude," V murmured quietly before slipping an arm around Judy's waist and half-carrying her toward her waiting car.

V’s car was a beast. Its sleek, black exterior gleamed under the harsh neon lights of Lizzie’s Bar; inside, the seats were plush leather, the console aglow with various soft lights. It smelled of metal and oil and V. It felt oddly comforting.

V opened the passenger side door for Judy and helped her in, her hand lingering on Judy’s own as she pulled away. Once Judy was safely tucked in, V shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side.

As V slid in and started up the car, Judy felt a strange sense of calm wash over her. They were going home—together—despite everything that had happened.

The ride back to Judy's apartment was quiet save for the low growl of the car’s engine and occasional city noises filtering in through the windows. Occasionally, V would look over at Judy, lips parting as if to say something before closing again.

Judy sighed quietly, turning to look out of her window. The towering skyscrapers loomed large against the night sky, windows alight with the life encased within their glass walls. It made her feel insignificant in comparison.

She didn’t notice they had reached her building until V gently tapped her arm.

“We’re here,” she said softly.

V helped Judy to their front door despite her muttered protests about being able to walk just fine—even though they both knew that wasn’t true. She could just about manage to put one foot in front of the other. A straight line was utterly beyond her.

Once inside, V led Judy straight to their bathroom.

“Sit,” V said, her voice soft but commanding. She led Judy to the edge of the tub and helped her sit down as she started the water running.

Judy watched with bleary eyes as V moved around their bathroom with practiced ease. Her heart ached at the sight; V was taking care of her despite what had happened. It made her feel... loved.

“I can undress myself,” Judy mumbled when V reached for the hem of her shirt.

V paused, shooting Judy an amused look. “Sure you can.”

V's touch was soft, almost reverent, as she undressed her. It was a stark contrast to the raw violence of their earlier encounter. Her shirt was the first to go—V’s hands deftly pulled it over her head before she tossed it with the rest of the laundry abandoned by the washer. Her skirt and underwear followed next, leaving her naked and exposed under V's intense gaze.

Judy felt a blush steal across her cheeks as V's eyes took her in—soaking in every detail as if imprinting each curve into her memory. Every lingering glance felt like a caress against her skin, fanning that warm glow inside her chest. Even after everything that had transpired tonight, she still needed V's touch. Despite the guilt gnawing at her conscience and the bitter taste of regret on her tongue, she didn't want V anywhere other than right there with her.

The tub filled quickly enough—or perhaps time just seemed to slow down while V was taking care of her; either way, sooner than expected, V turned the water off and gestured for Judy to step into the tub.

The water was hot against her glitter-soaked skin. She hissed when her still-tender pussy hit the water but the sting was brief before the heat seeped into her muscles, easing away some of the tension that had been gnawing at her all night. She let out a small sigh, sinking deeper into the water until it lapped soothingly at her neck.

V sat down on the closed lid of the toilet seat, watching as Judy relaxed into the water. The silence was easier this time—even the soft hum of the overhead fan and the distant city noises seemed muffled.

Judy stared unseeingly at the bathroom tiles, mind circling as she soaked in the hot water. There were so many things she wanted to say to V, to explain—to beg for forgiveness even. But how could she? How could she possibly explain what had driven her to such faithless behavior in the first place?

She wanted to blame Rita—for leading her astray, for stoking her fears and insecurity, for getting her completely wasted and then fucking her—but deep down she knew it wasn’t entirely Rita’s fault. She had let herself get carried away by fear and jealousy—had let herself believe that V could cheat on her—and now she was drowning in regret and guilt.

No, there was only one person to blame for this mess; herself.

After a few minutes of silence, V finally spoke up.

“Judy,” she began, her voice catching slightly. “I—”

“V,” Judy interjected softly. “Not now. Please. It’s too—too big. An’ I’m… fuck, V. I’m wasted.”

There were things she wanted to say, feelings she needed to express, and apologies she owed V—but not now. Not when every word felt like a dagger tearing through her chest, not when every breath was a struggle against the mounting guilt. Not when she was drunk, and high, and this was too important to fuck it up.

V sighed, but nodded, eyes soft with understanding. Judy felt like a monster but she knew nothing would come of trying to talk, not when she still had only the flimsiest grip on reality.

"Turn around," V instructed quietly, helping Judy to sit up and turn around so her back was facing V. Then, without any preamble, she began to wash Judy's body.

Her touches were tender; it felt nothing like what they'd done back at Lizzie's or even the way they’d fucked before. There was something much more intimate about this act—something that had tears welling up in Judy's eyes again. She wasn't ready to talk, but there was one thing she had to say.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice was barely audible over the sound of running water.

V paused for a moment before giving Judy a small smile.

“I know, baby. I know.”

They were silent after that; V continued washing Judy’s body while Judy simply let her. She could still taste V on her tongue, the taste of herself and V mixed together that was left over from their encounter earlier. She leaned into V’s touch, closing her eyes as she focused on their connection—the sound of V’s steady breathing coupled with the warm water enveloping her like a secure cocoon.

Once she was washed and dried off, V helped her out of the tub and into night clothes. Her movements were gentle and slow.

“You… you don’t have to do this...” Judy muttered weakly at one point as V helped her into bed.

V didn't respond immediately. She simply looked at Judy for a long moment before sliding into bed next to her.

“Sleep now, Jude,” she replied finally, pushing some stray hair out of Judy’s face.

There was an unspoken promise behind her words; they would talk once Judy was sober and in a better state of mind. But for now, rest was what they both needed. Judy nodded mutely and allowed herself to be tucked into bed. Once she was settled, V moved up beside her—so close that their bodies just barely touched.

She wrapped an arm around Judy’s waist, pulling her back against her chest so they were spooning. The warmth radiating off V's body seeped into Judy's skin—a comforting presence that lulled away the last of the tension lingering in her muscles.

"V..." Judy whispered sleepily as she succumbed to exhaustion.

"Shhh," V replied, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder.

Lying on their bed with V at her back was comforting and terrifyingly intimate all at once. The darkness blanketed them, hiding away any lingering insecurities or doubts but leaving them completely naked.

V’s fingers traced idle patterns on Judy’s bare arm, sending pleasant tingles creeping over her skin. Each tender touch felt like a promise—a silent vow of understanding and forgiveness.

“We’ll figure this out, Jude,” V whispered into the quiet room. “We’re gonna be okay.”

Judy nodded, tears pricking at her eyes. She let out a shaky breath and turned to bury her face into V’s shirt. As she drifted off into blackness, V's arms around her, her frantic mind finally settled into a temporary peace.

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The morning light filtered in through the half-drawn blinds, casting a hazy glow over V as she lay awake. The events from last night replayed in her head like a twisted braindance that she couldn't turn off. Judy’s betrayal was a punch to the gut each time she thought about it, each memory sharper and more vivid than the last. She'd been awake most of the night, chewing it over. If only she could just be angry, spit vitriol at Judy and just walk away from her.

Because Judy was a fucking mess. V should walk away. Problem was, she was a beautiful, fascinating mess, and V was—

She turned her gaze to Judy, sleeping soundly beside her. Her dark lashes cast long shadows on her cheeks, and her lips were slightly parted as she breathed softly. She looked innocent, even angelic, in the dim light; a stark contrast to the woman who'd driven V into a fit of jealous rage. She remembered Judy's explanation from last night—a self-destructive impulse fueled by paranoia. How could Judy have thought that V was cheating on her? She remembered the pain in her eyes when she had admitted that she had allowed Rita to take advantage of her vulnerability.

Judy had allowed herself to be swayed by Rita's advances. She’d chosen to let herself be manipulated, chose to let her insecurities dictate her actions. And that was what hurt V the most—the thought that Judy didn’t trust her enough to talk about her fears.

Another surge of anger. But more than anger, she felt a deep sense of betrayal. Because as much as she wanted to blame Rita for everything that had happened, she knew that it was Judy who had allowed it. A sharp pang of hurt sliced through her.

She uncurled her hands, forcing herself to take deep breaths as she tried to battle the whirlpool of emotions threatening to consume her from within. It wasn't easy; every thought in her head spun around an axis of pain and guilt.

"V..." The soft, slurred whisper echoed around in V's mind—a ghostly reminder of the words Judy had spoken last night. "I'm sorry."

Sorry. Judy was sorry. But was that enough? Could it ever be? The questions whirled around in her mind, growing louder with each passing second. With a frustrated sigh, she pushed herself off the bed. She needed to clear her head, to make sense of this mess.

The apartment was silent as she padded through it, her bare feet cold against the hard floor. Rita's smug grin flashed across V's mind followed by Judy—panting and writhing under Rita’s touch. Another spike of anger stabbed through her at the memory—sharp and hot. It was a physical pain in her chest that made her fists ball up again. She needed an outlet for this fury before it consumed her. She padded across the room to the punching bag she’d hung in one corner.

Rita's mocking laugh echoed in her ears as she landed blow after blow on the bag, images from last night flashing before her eyes in rapid succession.

Judy moaning under Rita’s touch – Bam!

Rita’s fingers slipping into Judy’s cunt – Pow!

Judy arching up against Rita – Thwack!

By the end of the session, she was drenched in sweat and gasping for breath but feeling marginally better. Being sweaty made her realize that she hadn't bathed the night before—and after days when she'd barely been able to pause and then the previous night, she really needed to wash.

She paused in the bathroom doorway. Inside, she could still see the remnants of last night—discarded clothes, shoes, a tub full of cold water. Each item felt like a punch to the gut. Steeling herself, she walked in. The room smelt of them; of sex and sweat and regret. Slowly, she picked up a piece of discarded clothing—Judy's shirt—and held it in her hands. The material was soft against her skin, carrying with it a faint scent of Judy. A pang of longing shot through V at that—a raw ache for what they had lost… what they might never get back.

But they would try; V was sure about that much at least. This wasn't about revenge or punishment; this was about love—messy and complicated but real nonetheless. Their love wasn't perfect by any means; it was gritty and raw and sometimes painful… but it was theirs.

As V stood in the shower, letting the warm water wash away the sweat and grime from her impromptu workout, she tried to clear her mind. She couldn't keep dwelling on last night's events; it wouldn't do anyone any good. They needed to move forward, together.

Once she was clean and dressed, she made her way to the window of the apartment. As she opened the window, the cool early morning breeze hit her, wet hair feeling like ice on her head—making her shiver slightly. She lit up a cigarette and took a long drag before expelling it slowly. The city stretched before her was still asleep—or still hungover from its nightly debaucheries—oblivious to the turmoil inside one tiny apartment.

She watched as smoke dissipated into the air. Each swirl carried away a piece of her anger. Anger at Judy for letting her insecurities get the better of her, anger at herself for not paying more attention to Judy's vulnerabilities, and anger at Rita for taking advantage of it all. She needed to keep her cool, deal with this rationally.

She knew exactly how self-destructive Judy could be when left alone with her thoughts. The worst thing V could do right now would be to walk away. And despite the pain from Judy's lack of trust there was something else lurking inside V—something dark and raw that made her blood run hot. Judy was hers and V needed to make her see it.

The sound of soft footsteps broke her out of her reverie. She turned around to see Judy standing at the balcony door, hair tousled from sleep, eyes puffy from crying, and clad in one of V's shirts that was far too big for her. She looked small and vulnerable, a stark contrast to the confidant woman V had fallen in love with.

"V," she began softly, hesitating slightly before joining her at the window. "I'm sorry."

V watched as Judy wrapped her arms around herself—an unconscious act of self-preservation as if bracing for an attack. Seeing her like this, remorseful and scared, tugged at V's heartstrings.

"I know I fucked up, V," Judy continued, her voice barely above a whisper against the sound of morning traffic down below. "I let my fears control my actions."

Her words hung heavily in the air between them— an acknowledgement of the mistake that had led them here. Tears welled up in Judy's eyes but she blinked them back stubbornly.

"Judy," V sighed, lighting two more cigarettes from the butt of her first and passing one to Judy. "We need to talk about what happened."

Judy swallowed hard and nodded. The silence stretched between them as they both gathered their thoughts.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Judy spoke.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…” She trailed off.

“No." V fought to keep her voice steady. “You shouldn’t have put yourself in that situation.”

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” Judy took a shaky drag on her cigarette, staring out of the window.

“It doesn’t matter what you meant or didn’t mean,” V snapped, losing some of her composure. “Your actions hurt me, Judy.”

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down before she continued.

“You chose not to trust me or talk to me about your fears and insecurities. Instead, you chose to jump into bed with the first woman that came your way."

Her own words echoed in her head—sharp and bitter. She watched as the impact of her words hit Judy like a physical blow.

“I...” Judy’s voice was barely a whisper, “I was scared... and angry... I thought—”

“You thought wrong,” V cut in harshly. “Instead of trusting me, you chose to believe the worst.”

Judy blew out a wavering stream of smoke.

“We’re supposed to be in this together, Judy,” she continued, softer this time. “How can we be if you can’t trust me?”

Judy flinched as if slapped but didn't say anything. Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears, a sight that twisted V’s heart painfully.

“I love you,” V confessed, reaching out to hold Judy’s hands in hers. “And I’m willing to work through this... if you are.”

Judy nodded vigorously, tears now streaming down her face.

“I’m so sorry... I—I...”

“Shhh,” V hushed her gently, pressing a finger to her lips. “We’ll get through this, Jude. Together.”