Florence and Deb IV, The Consequences!
by Mr. Chain

Life had begun to take the shape of a fairytale for Florence, and she had been loving every minute of it. She had found a great job which paid her a generous salary, allowing her the financial freedom she so desperately wanted. That enabled her to finally move out of her parent’s house, finding a great apartment with a wonderful roommate named Liz. And if that wasn’t good enough, Liz had introduced her to an amazing guy named Vinny, with whom she was falling in love. But although all of that had left Florence feeling like Cinderella, the introduction of the wicked witch had changed all of that. And that wicked witch was named Deb.

Deb was a friend and former roommate of Liz, as well as ex-girlfriend of Vinny. She had moved away a year or so earlier, but had come back just a week ago, and was now invading Florence’s fairytale. Florence disliked her from the moment they met, surmising that not only was she trying to steal Vinny away from her, but also drive a wedge between Florence and Liz. And so far, that was exactly what seemed to be happening.

All of it had come to a head just the night before, starting with a physical altercation between Florence and Deb. Liz sided with her former roommate, ultimately asking Florence to consider moving out. But if that weren’t bad enough, Florence’s relationship with Vinny had also taken a U-turn on the very same night. Florence revealed to him that she was falling in love, but much to her dismay, Vinny did not share that sentiment. Though he suggested that they keep seeing each other anyway, Florence was crushed by the revelation.

So as Florence awoke to a new day, she was faced with the realization that while she agonized over the separate predicaments with each of the three individuals, they were all away on a free trip to Cancun together, a trip which Florence regretfully could not attend. Instead she was obligated to be a bridesmaid at her cousin’s wedding. Sitting up in bed, Florence felt as if she had the weight of the world on her shoulders, and that weight eventually took it’s toll. She began to cry uncontrollably, wondering how so many things could have gone so wrong in such a short period of time.

Confused and hurt by what was happening to her, Florence grew despondent. She began to convince herself that she had lost Vinny for good, would be forced to move out of an apartment she loved and be stuck moving back in with her parent’s and a return to the boring, unfulfilling life she had just emerged from. Feeling defeated, she slowly lost her will to fight and began to reach for the phone to call her mother and tell her that she was moving back in.

As she grabbed the handset however, she noticed a business card sitting on the table. “Armand Licqer”, she said out loud as a smile slowly crossed her lips. Staring at the card, all of a sudden her brain shifted into high gear. She was a fighter, not a quitter! Sure things looked bad now, but she could turn them around! As her confidence grew, Florence began to formulate a plan.

First off, she had to set things right with her roommate Liz. She knew the root of the problem between herself and Liz was Deb. But despite Florence’s disdain for Deb, the only way to convince Liz to forgive her would be for her to apologize to Deb. So she decided that she would swallow her pride and as soon as they got home from Cancun, she would apologize to Deb in front of Liz. She would admit that she was jealous of her and that she behaved poorly as a result, but assure her that the rivalry between them was over. Sure, it would be hard, but Florence was desperate to stay, and surely Liz would see how sincere she was and agree. But that was the easy part.

Next, she had to win Vinny’s heart, an admittedly more difficult task. She was in love with him, but he wasn’t in love with her, she could live with that, at least for now. And he DID say that he wanted to continue seeing her, even though he didn’t share her feelings. So rather than give up on him, she needed to win him over, let him see that she could be sexy and fun, even moreso than Deb. And once he realized that, he would be hers for good! Looking back down at the business card, she repeated the name once again.
Armand Licqer!

He was a photographer whom Florence had met while auditioning for the deodorant commercial. Though Florence didn’t get the job, Armand had offered to help her put together a portfolio should she decide to pursue a career in modeling. But even though Florence wasn’t interested in being a model, Armand could help her anyway.

Using Armand’s talents, she would model for the sexiest picture Vinny had ever seen. She would be playful and sensual, both in the picture and in real life, forcing Vinny to fall in love with her. The plan was perfect she thought, so quickly, she began to put the pieces in place. Picking up the phone, she dialed his number.

“Hi Armand, this is Florence, do you remember me?”, she asked in her sweetest voice.

He didn’t remember her at first, but after she described herself, he finally did. The two talked for a few minutes before Florence finally revealed her reason for calling.

“Do you remember when you offered to photograph me?” she asked, again trying to sound sexy.

He did, and reiterated his offer. She explained what she wanted to do, and he agreed to help her on the condition that he be allowed to use whatever photos he took as part of his portfolio as well. Thinking nothing of it, she agreed, and the two arranged to meet at his studio the following evening. Florence smiled for the first time in days as she hung up the phone, her plan now in the works.

She then set about getting ready for the wedding with a renewed spirit, hopeful that her life could return to the fairytale. The wedding went fine, and the next day flew by quickly as Florence took a shower and prepared for her photo shoot. Lifting her arms, she allowed the hot water to pour down onto her stubbly pits for a few minutes to soften them up. She then began to slowly and carefully shave each of her armpits to ensure that they were as smooth as silk. Satisfied at the result, she finished her shower and toweled herself off before turning to face the bathroom mirror.

She lifted her right arm and ran her fingers over it to make sure it was smooth and silky. She then rubbed her pits with a glistening body lotion to heighten their appeal. She then fixed her hair and make-up, got dressed and headed out to meet up with Armand. Arriving at his studio, she felt nervous and uneasy, but still confident that she was doing the right thing.

The two exchanged pleasantries before sitting down to talk about what Florence wanted to accomplish. She knew exactly the type of picture she was looking for, but wasn’t sure how to get the desired result. He asked a few questions and satisfied with she wanted, asked if she was ready to get started. Florence nervously nodded her head, and sensing her anxiety, he proposed that they start slowly.

“Let’s just start by taking a few candid shots just as you are.”, he suggested.

Florence agreed and moved in front of a gray screen as Armand turned on the lighting. Taking a seat on a stool, she faced the camera and tried to smile. As Armand adjusted the camera and lighting, Florence tried to get comfortable, but instead grew more nervous. She had never done anything like this before, and her nerves were getting the best of her. Finally Armand took his place behind the camera and began to snap a few shots.

Florence smiled awkwardly, trying to look her best, though her smile looked force and clumsy. Armand stopped, trying to keep her calm, speaking softly and reassuringly. But after a few more shots, it was obvious that Florence was not loosening up.

“I have a suggestion.”, he offered, “why don’t we have a drink. It might help you to relax.”

Florence wasn’t crazy about the idea at first, but once he explained how it might help her to relax and be more playful, she accepted his offer. He went into the back and emerged with two shot glasses filled with Tequila.

“Tequila!?!?!”, Florence thought to herself, “Oh great!”

She remembered the last time she had drank Tequila and the affect it had on her, but since it was all he had, she agreed to drink it. What she did not realize however, was that Armand had laced the drink with Rohypnol, the date rape drug. The two then clicked glasses before downing the shot, a few drops dripping out of Florence’s mouth and trickling down her chin.

The two talked for several more minutes before Armand suggested that Florence go into the dressing room and go through his racks of outfits, changing into one of her choosing. It took her several more minutes before deciding what to wear, but finally she found a leather miniskirt and matching tank top. Beginning to feel a bit lightheaded, she slipped it on, fixed her hair and walked back out into the studio.

Armand asked her to sign a release form before they began, and by this time, Florence had begun to fall under the spell of the drug. Not bothering to read it, she signed before Armand directed her in front of the camera. Still feeling queasy, but much more at ease, she began to pose. Armand suggested different poses, which Florence obediently followed, and within minutes, she was beginning to get more comfortable. But she was still not ready to be as playful and sensual as she said she had wanted to be, so Armand poured another shot of Tequila and passed it to her.

Florence downed the shot, and sensing that she was now ready to lose her inhibitions, Armand suggested that Florence slip into something more revealing. She readily agreed and a few minutes later, emerged in just such an outfit. She wore only a black thong panty and skimpy, black lace bra and pair of black, stiletto-heeled shoes. As she strut into the room, a sultry smile on her lips, Armand encouraged her, telling her how hot she looked. Florence pranced around, happy to show off her bare body, her inhibitions now completely gone as the drug and alcohol had taken over.

“Okay Florence, let’s make Vinny happy! Pretend that he is here, watching you. What do you want to show him!”

As if on command, Florence lifted her arms and wrapped them around the back of her head, revealing her succulent armpits. Her eyes squinted in her sexiest gaze as she pretended she was displaying her pits for Vinny’s pleasure while Armand snapped away. Florence turned so that her face was inches away from her right pit as Armand goaded her on.

“Vinny is watching, show him what you’ve got!”, he barked as he continued to snap away.

Florence then took a seat on a red, velvet settee, spreading her legs apart and again lifting her arms over her head to showcase her pits. But Armand was not satisfied and encouraged her to “Show Vinny ALL you’ve got!”

With that, she turned her head as her tongue emerged from the corner of her mouth and headed toward her right armpit. She then began to lick the outer edges of her underarm, Armand was stunned at what he was seeing. But he then smiled deviously as Florence began to lose herself in her posing. Armand snapped a few more pictures before trying to incite her even further.

“Is there anything else you want Vinny to see?”, he goaded.

Florence had begun to fantasize about Vinny being there and she grew more and more aroused, closing her eyes as she continued to lick the soft valley beneath her arm. But then she lowered her arms and undid her top, allowing it to fall to the floor as she sat there topless, her pert little breasts on display as her nipples stood erect. Armand continued to take pictures as Florence, lost in her fantasy, covered her breasts with her left arm while again lifting her right arm and resuming her slobbering. Armand looked on with glee, continuing to capture the erotic display on film. With one hand down her panties, the other arm raised behind her head, Florence sniffed her pit, taking a deep whiff before her tongue again began to swirl around her soft skin. With her eyes closed, she began to moan softly as she sniffed and licked her own pits, fantasizing about Vinny while she pleasured herself. Finally reaching climax, her head fell back as let out a long, relieved groan. She then slouched back in the chair, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

Armand walked over to check on her, and seeing that she was out cold, went in the dressing room, got her clothes and dressed her. He then carried over to a couch in the corner of the studio and laid her down so that she could sleep it off. He then went into his darkroom and began to develop the pictures he had taken of her.

After a couple of hours, he finished developing all of the film and picked out an assortment of pictures to present to her once she had come to. Knowing she would not remember anything that had happened, he picked out the more sensual, though less graphic shots to show her once she awoke. Once Florence finally awoke, she didn’t remember a thing. She assumed it had been a result of the Tequila, not realizing that she had been drugged.

“I guess I fell asleep.”, she moaned as she stretched her arms. “Tequila and me are not a good combination.”

Her head ached as struggled to remember what had gone on, but Armand than showed her five of the pictures she had taken. Though embarrassed, Florence was nonetheless satisfied with the results. In the pictures he showed to her, she was covering her bare breasts with her arm and licking her pits, though he did not show her any of the more lustful acts she had committed.

“These are beautiful, but I don’t remember posing for any of them!”, Florence admitted.

Armand smiled, deviously playing dumb.

“Yeah, that Tequila really hit you! But at least you got the picture you wanted!”, he proclaimed.

Florence was still groggy, but picked out the shot she thought Vinny would like best. In it, she was topless, though her breasts were covered by her left arm. Her tongue was grazing the corner of her armpit as her legs were spread, her crotch just barely covered by the thong.

“I can’t believe I don’t remember any of this.”, Florence moaned, "I’ve got to stay away from that Tequila.”

Armand then put a sticker, which gave his name, phone number and website address, in the corner of the picture before placing it in an envelope and escorting her to her car before Florence drove away, still puzzled about what had just happened. She got home before climbing into bed, not realizing that she had left the envelope on the coffee table in her living room. Still in a daze, she nonetheless looked forward to tomorrow when Vinny would be back home.

Florence slept through the night and into the next afternoon and when she finally came to, Liz was already home, and Deb was there with her. Florence rolled out of bed, hearing Liz’s voice. She slipped on a robe and walked out into the living room, not realizing Deb was still there as well.

"Welcome home Liz! How was your trip?”, she asked, trying to sound alert.

“Oh it was great!”, Liz replied joyfully as Deb stepped forward.

“Oh hi Deb, did you have a good time too?”, Florence asked, struggling to be pleasant.

"Better than you know!”, Deb replied dryly.

Florence was suspicious at the reply, not sure exactly what it meant, and a little annoyed at her brashness. But remembering her plan, she sprung into action. As Liz looked on, Florence walked over to Deb.

“Listen Deb, I wanted to apologize to you. I’ve been jealous of you since you arrived, and I wanted to say that I’m sorry. Whatever happened between Vinny and I had nothing to do with you. I acted like a jerk and wanted to let you know how sorry I was and wondering if we could have a fresh start.”

Florence sounded sincere, though inside she was seething. Liz was listening as well, and Florence hoped that the apology had been convincing. But Deb, hesitated, looking nervously over at Liz before turning back to Florence.

“Well listen Flo, about Vinny …..”

But Liz abruptly interrupted.

“Um … that was very nice of you Flo. I’m sure Deb accepts your apology, don’t you Deb?”, she said, turning tensely to Deb.

Deb too looked edgy, but stuttered, “No problem Flo. All is forgiven.”

Florence was even more suspicious now, wondering what that tense exchange was all about. But her plan seemed to be working, so she decided to leave it alone, at least for now. But then Deb spoke up again, stunning Florence with her next comment.

‘So Flo, I see you’ve met Armand Licqer!”, referring to the picture and the identifying sticker in the corner of it.

Florence began to tremble, wondering how Deb knew that. But the she noticed Deb looking at the picture, which had been taken out of the envelope and was sitting on the coffee table. Florence rushed over and put it back in the envelope before tucking it under her arm.

“Um … yeah …. he … um” Florence stammered, trying desperately to come up with an explanation.

Deb just snickered, enjoying watching Florence squirm.

“He takes some pretty provocative pictures, doesn’t he?” Deb chided, “Who’s it for by the way?”

“Umm … well … it was just for fun.”, Florence replied anxiously. “Well welcome home!” She exclaimed before trudging back into her room, embarrassed.

It was bad enough that she had to swallow her pride and apologize to Deb, but to be humiliated on top of that was tough for her to take. But as she clamed down, she hoped that the result would make it all worth it. After all, Liz seemed to be sympathetic, so hopefully their tiff would blow over and everything would go back to normal.

With the first phase of her plan completed, Florence got ready to move onto phase two. She took a long, hot shower and spent a good deal of time making herself beautiful. She planned to go and surprise Vinny at his place, tell him that she still wanted to see him, and then give him the picture. If everything went as planned, she looked forward to a romantic reunion with him.

She took her time to pick out the right outfit, choosing a tight pair of jeans and a tank top before finally walking out of her room and into the living room. Liz was still there, though Deb had left awhile ago, so Florence took advantage of the opportunity.

“Listen Liz, I know there’s been some tension between us, but I hope we can put it all behind us. I’ve got to go out for a little while, but I was hoping we could sit down and talk tonight, okay?”

Liz looked back agreed, bringing a smile to Florence’s lips. She then walked out and began to make her way over to Vinny’s apartment, the envelope tucked firmly under her arm. Reaching his apartment, she stood at the front door, taking a deep breath before ringing the bell. After a minute or so he still hadn’t answered, so she rang it again. Finally she heard him yell, “Just a minute!”

Florence set herself in a sexy pose, lifting her arm up the frame of the door to reveal one of her succulent pits. He finally answered the door wearing only a pair of shorts, and after giving him a chance to gaze at her exposed armpit, Florence had hoped he would give her exposed pit a big, wet kiss, but instead he stood there doing nothing. She threw her arms around him and gave him a big kiss, and though he kissed her back quickly, he then nervously stepped away from her.

‘Florence, what are you doing here?”, he asked apprehensively.

She was a little taken aback by his reaction, but walked into his apartment anyway, even before he invited her to do so. He seemed jumpy as she looked him over, complimenting him on his tan and asking if he had a good time. He responded in a distracted manner, still standing by the front door and holding it open.

“Is it okay if I talk to you for a minute?”, she asked.

“Um … listen Florence, I know you’d like to talk, but I’m really tired right now and just want to take a nap.”

Trying to be playful and sexy, she again moved closer and suggestively lifted her arm, brushing her hair back as she shoved her bare pit near his face.

“Well maybe I can join you.”, she offered in her best attempt at a kittenish voice.

He turned away, looking nervously over his shoulder toward the bedroom door, which was closed, and then turned back to her, ignoring the view of her underarm altogether.

‘I’m sorry Florence, not tonight, I’m really tired.”

Undeterred, she handed him the envelope.

“I’ve got a surprise for you.” Florence again purred in her sexiest voice.

She then handed him the envelope with her picture in it. As he pulled it out, she continued talking.

"I know I scared you when I told you that I loved you. And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, but the truth is that I really enjoy spending time with you and would like to keep seeing you.”

As she spoke, he took the picture out and stared at it blankly, not exactly the reaction she had been hoping for. But then he looked up at her restlessly, pausing to gather his thoughts.

“Listen Florence, the picture is great and we had some fun together for a little while, but I just don’t have those feelings for you. So I think it’s best if we don’t see each other anymore.”

Florence was stunned! She couldn’t believe what she was hearing! Suddenly her emotions spilled over and she turned and ran out of the apartment, leaving him standing there holding the picture. As she ran down the stairs and to her car, Deb emerged from behind the closed bedroom door, wearing nothing but a bra and panties. Hearing everything that had happened, she walked over to him and took the picture, placing it down on the table before closing the front door, grabbing his hand and playfully pulling him back into the bedroom.

Florence drove around for an hour or so, crushed and crying before finally composing herself. She then drove back to her apartment, parking the car before wiping the last remnants of tears from her eyes. She tried to calm down, knowing that she still had an important conversation ahead of her with Liz and hoping desperately that it would go better than her brief discussion with Vinny.

She walked into her apartment where Liz was sitting there waiting for her. Florence said hello quietly and took a seat on the couch across from Liz. The two then exchanged awkward pleasantries before finally Liz cut to the chase.

“Listen Flo, I appreciate your apology to Deb, that was very big of you. But Deb is my best friend and this was her apartment before she moved away. So now that she’s back and needs a place to live …..”

Florence knew what was coming next as tears welled in her eyes as Liz continued.

“… I mean if I knew that you two could get along, we could probably work something out. But after what happened before we went away. I just don't see how that’s possible.”

Florence became desperate as her fairy tale was starting to fall apart. She began to please with Liz, assuring her that things would be okay between she and Deb, but Liz wasn’t buying it.

“Listen Flo, I’ve already told Deb that she could move in. I don’t want to throw you out with nowhere to go, but I think it’s best for everyone if you find somewhere else to live.”

Florence was devastated, but knew that Liz had made up her mind.

“So when do you want me out?”, she asked, her voice trembling.

“If you can leave by the end of the month, that would be fine.” Liz replied.

Florence calmly nodded her head before walking back into her bedroom and slumping onto her bed before again crying. She tossed and turned for about an hour before finally deciding that she needed someone to talk to. But Liz had become her closest friend, and she certainly couldn’t talk to her.

But then Florence began to think about Vinny once again, and in a desperate, impulsive act, picked up the phone and dialed his number. She wasn’t sure what she was going to say, but needed to at least hear his voice. The phone rang several times before finally being picked up. Florence heard some loud rumbling from the other end of the line as obviously Vinny dropped the receiver.

Waiting a few seconds, Florence finally pleaded, “Hello?”, not sure what had happened.

But then she heard a woman’s voice giggling followed by Vinny’s voice. Florence’s heart sank as she listened, to distraught to move. Eventually a woman’s voice spoke on the other end.

‘Hello.”, she tittered.

Florence froze, listening as again the woman said hello before hanging up. Florence was horrified, thinking how familiar the voice was, though she couldn’t place it. Eventually she hung up the phone before slumping back onto her bed and crying hysterically.

She was awake the entire night, too distraught to sleep. But as the sun rose the next morning, she decided to call in sick to work, too upset to deal with it. She did not want to face Liz either, so she decided that she needed to get out of her apartment before Liz awoke. In a hastily made decision, she planned to go to the gym to try and take her mind off of her considerable heartache, so she changed into a pair of sweatpants and sports bra before pulling a sweatshirt over her head. Reaching into her closet she frantically grabbed an overnight bag, stuffing a change of clothes into it before quietly walking out of her bedroom.

Much to her dismay, Deb, the last person she wanted to see, was once again asleep on the couch in the living room. Florence tip-toed around her, but as she walked toward the door, noticed the erotic picture she had given to Vinny, sitting on the coffee table next to where Deb was sleeping.

“How could THAT be here. I gave that to Vinny last night!”, she thought to herself.

But then everything started to make sense. The woman’s voice on the other end of the phone last night was Deb’s! That was why Vinny had broken up with her! He had hooked up with Deb, dumping Florence in the process! And that was also why Liz had kicked her out of the apartment too! Vinny and Deb were together now, and Liz knew it!

Florence began to seethe as she glared down at the sleeping blonde. She wanted nothing more than to pounce on her and kick her ass! But instead, she walked over, grabbed the picture, desperately fighting her desire to rip Deb’s hair out as she slept. She stuffed it into her bag and turned to walk out. She now knew that there was no way she could stay in this apartment until the end of the month, not if Deb were going to be around. She had to move out now, and with nowhere else to go, she knew that meant moving back in with her parents, a depressing realization which hit her like a ton of bricks as she closed the door behind her.

THE END

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