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Cassie isn’t really sure how she got here. One moment she was crawling into bed after a long shift, thinking fondly of Victoria’s newfound confidence, and the next she’s on the phone with her, hand shoved between her legs, fingers circling her clit slowly. She lets out a hum of acknowledgement to whatever Victoria is saying as she presses two of her fingers into her hole. She shivers at the stretch.
“I know what you’re doing, by the way.”
Victoria’s voice is sharper than Cassie remembers it being. She blinks, eyes darting down to where her fingers were languidly pumping into herself, face turning a light shade of pink. “Wh-what? What the hell are you talking about?” Cassie says, voice cracking on the last word as she tries to laugh, curling her fingers and nudging against her spongy walls. She’s in different clothes than she remembers putting on for bed, jeans and boxers hanging from her ankle, tank top pushed up over her heaving chest.
Her mouth opens in a silent moan, eyebrows threading together as she gets to the third knuckle, palm pressed against her throbbing clit. Sweat beads on her brow, the wispy strands of her bangs sticking to her forehead. She’s never felt like this before, never felt this kind of ache inside her that just won’t go away until her fingers - three now, pushed in like she couldn’t help it - are as deep as they can go.
“What do you think I’m talking about, Cassie?” Victoria says, prissy tone evident despite the static that distorts her voice. Still, Cassie shudders like Victoria is right there beside her, warm breath rolling over her neck and into her ear, slender fingers ghosting along her thigh. She squeezes her eyes shut as she forces herself to take in a steadying breath. Her fingers don’t stop moving, keeping the slow but steady pace she’s set for herself.
“I, uh, don’t know. Really.”
“You’re so lying to me,” she says with a little snort, sounding far more confident than Cassie remembers. She feels herself tighten around her fingers. “I can hear you, you know.” Cassie presses her lips together to hold back a whine, pushing her fingers in deeper as she rocks her hips. She’s not sure if Victoria is talking about the little grunts Cassie can’t help but make or the sound of her fucking herself. “Don’t you think it’s a little fucked up to touch yourself without asking me? Like, are you some kind of pervert?”
Goosebumps crawl up Cassie’s arms as her fingers gradually come to a stop, pressed deep inside herself. Victoria’s words ring through her head, swirling and overlapping and growing in intensity, and she’s hit by a wave of shame; what the fuck was she doing? Cassie thinks back to Chloe, how she reacted that first time she spotted her and Chad, that initial jolt of disgust when she saw the doe-eyed girl looking up at that revolting fuck like he hung the moon. She thinks back to that first time she saw Victoria.
She shakes the thought from her head as quickly as it came.
Cassie swallows thickly, letting her head fall back against her pillow. “You’re right, Vic,” she says, guilt sleeping into her tone. “I’m sorry, holy shit, I-I don’t even know why I’m doing this-”
Victoria interrupts her, boredom evident. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing.”
“...What?”
“I said I didn’t say it was a bad thing.” She repeats, tone turning mawkish. “I mean, I overheard that conversation you had with Dr. Mohan, about how it’s been a while? That you need to get laid?” Victoria coo’s into the phone and Cassie is hit by two things at once: shame, heady and thick, and lurking underneath it, crawling it’s way through her veins like a fucking mutant, the sinking feeling of arousal. “It’s kinda sad. But, I get it. You just can’t help yourself, right? You talk to a pretty girl like me and you just have to touch your pussy. It’s kinda cute, you know, when you look past how pathetic it is.”
Cassies’ eyes flutter shut, fingers starting to move again. She can almost imagine Victoria in her bed, laid out on her stomach on a comforter that matched her bedsheets, hair tucked behind her ear and a sly little grin on her face. “R-right,” she says thickly, heart hammering against her ribcage. She closes her eyes tight, focusing on the heat growing in her belly. “You’re right, Vic, you’re so right. Jesus, you’re smart, can’t hide a fucking thing from you.”
Fingers different from her own, slender and soft and unnecessarily confident, press against her clit. Cassie gasps sharply, back arching as her eyes pop open and there is Victoria Javadi, sweet little Victoria who ten months ago could barely hold Cassie’s gaze, fingers rubbing fast, tight circles against her like she didn’t want to be doing anything else.
“I am smart,” she confirms, voice too casual for the electric shocks of pleasure that seemed to come straight from her fingertips. The corner of her mouth tilts upwards into a smile. “That’s why I know you need this.” Cassie can’t think, can’t focus on anything but Victoria and her hand and how fucked up this was, but when she attempts to sit up and pull her own hand away, Victoria scoffs. She uses her free hand to grab Cassie’s wrist, keeping her fingers stuffed inside herself. “Oh c’mon, you’re giving up? Already? You don’t wanna show me screwed up you are?”
“I shouldn’t- we shouldn’t-”
“Why shouldn’t we? Why is it wrong?”
“You’re so, fuck,” Cassie’s head tips back onto her pillow, Victoria’s fingers speeding up, cutting off her excuses. “Young, you’re young. You’re barely old enough to drink, Victoria - oh, God - and… and it’s wrong, I-I’d be such a fuckin’ hypocrite.” Her voice is raspy, on the edge of cracking, a pathetic and completely-unlike-her whine stuck in her throat. Her hips rock forwards against Victoria’s hand, eyes focused on the look of concentration settling onto her sweet features.
She shakes her head, black hair curled over her shoulders. “You don’t care that it’s wrong, ‘cause if you did, you wouldn’t be doing that.” Victoria says simply, like she’s explaining a concept to another intern, as high and mighty as she can muster. “I mean, you’re basically humping my hand.” She cocks her head to the side, fingers slowing ever so slightly. “Tell me. Tell me you’re gross for wanting me to touch you.”
“I-I can’t-”
“You can if you want to cum.”
The ultimatum hangs heavy between them, the air around them thick. Cassie can’t breathe; every time she sucks in a breath, all she gets is a lungful of that girly fucking perfume Victoria wears at the hospital, the one that somehow manages to stick to Cassie’s scrubs and jacket and hair and stays even after she’s showered and changed until she’s swimming in it in her own fucking bed. Victoria looks down at Cassie, big brown eyes narrowed as she waits.
She should say no. Cassie knows she should swallow down this desperate, fucked-up, go-good ache. She should rebury it, deeper than before so that nothing can crack her open like this again. She should hurry and grab the last loose thread of control she has before it’s taken from her again. But then Victoria is shifting beside her on the bed and ghosting her fingertips against Cassie's clit by accident, and Cassie’s resolve to become a better person breaks.
“I… I’m gross for-” The words have barely left her mouth when Victoria presses down harder against her clit, picking back up at the exact same intensity she had just been doing. Despite her best efforts, the whine Cassie had tried holding back forces its way past her lips, her face flushing red as it comes out more like a whimper.
Victoria laughs, a cruel little crack of sound. “Finally! Oh my God, I thought you’d never admit it.” Victoria bites at her bottom lip, eyes flicking down to Cassie’s cunt, the slickness that covered the tips of her fingers, the way Cassie’s hole squeezed around her own fingers. “Doesn’t it feel so much better now that you accepted it? That I’m nice enough to indulge your screwed up little fantasy?”
“Mhm, fuck, yeah.”
Victoria jerks her head down at Cassie’s pussy and the mess she was steadily making on her hand. “Make yourself cum, then. You think I’m gonna touch you forever?”
Cassie’s fingers move without thinking, setting an almost painful pace. Her fingers are stretching her hole, hips rocking to force them deeper, to press into that little spot she could never find when she was alone. She can’t catch her breath, oxygen burning with each shaky, quick breath she sucks in.
“I’m gonna fucking cum,” she gasps, the feeling hitting her out of nowhere, toes curling and back bowing off the bed as the pleasure intensifies. She right there on the edge, so close, so fucking close, Vic, thank you, oh God, thank you-
Her phone rings. Cassie shoots up in bed with a gasp, sweat dripping from her nose onto her chest. She kicks her blankets off of her with a groan, cold air hitting warm skin, still wearing the tank top she had thrown on after her shower as she searches for her phone on her nightstand. Moonlight leaks in through the gap of her blinds as she finds it, squinting at the too-bright screen: Possible Spam.
Groaning, she declines and tosses it back onto the table, ignoring the clatter as she flops back down onto her mattress. She stares up at the ceiling, feeling the steady tingle of energy under her skin, the ache between her legs, the heaviness of her eyelids. The dream fades quickly; all she remembers as she slips her hand between her thighs is the smell of Victoria’s perfume and the knowledge that she should be ashamed of herself. By the time she cums, Victoria’s name muffled under her bitten palm, she’s forgotten that last part, too.