Julia pulled her jacket tighter as she stepped into Joanne and Millie's apartment, shivering slightly. "Why is it always so cold in here?" she asked, rubbing her arms.

Joanne smiled from her armchair, the red glass paperweight catching the afternoon light on the side table beside her. "The building's heating is finicky. Here, sit down. I'll get you some tea."

Julia settled onto the couch, tucking her legs beneath her. 

"Three weeks," Julia thought, watching Joanne move toward the kitchen. "Three weeks of this weirdness."

It had started the first time she'd visited this apartment. She'd come over to borrow a book from Millie and within twenty minutes of sitting down, she'd felt it. That heat. That need. She'd dismissed it as stress or hormonal fluctuations... But somewhere inside she knew that it wasn't.

"Here you go." Joanne handed her a mug, settling back into her chair. The red gem glinted between them as Joanne picked it up, turning it slowly in her fingers.

Julia sipped her tea. It tasted strange, but she was polite, so she kept drinking.

"Millie's working late," Joanne said, her voice soft, melodic. "So its just us tonight."

"That's nice," Julia said. 

Joanne watched Julia's eyes glaze over as the drugged tea took effect—not enough to knock her out, just enough to lower her inhibitions and make her suggestible. The red gem caught the light as Joanne raised it, letting the afternoon sun fracture through the glass and paint red patterns across Julia's face.

"Julia," Joanne said quietly. "Look at the gem. Just look at how it catches the light."

Julia's head turned slowly. Her eyes fixed on the red glass. Her breathing deepened. Joanne stood, moving to sit beside Julia on the couch. She set the gem on the coffee table where the light could still reach it, keeping Julia's gaze anchored to that spot even as Joanne's hands moved to Julia's blouse.

She peeled the blouse open, revealing Julia's breasts, full and pale, topped with pink nipples that were indeed hardening, though not from the temperature. Joanne leaned in, her tongue circling one stiff peak before she drew it into her mouth, sucking hard.

Julia gasped, her body arching slightly, but her eyes never left the gem.

"Just the cold," Joanne whispered around her nipple. "Just the cold making you shiver. Making you ache." Then she stood

And Julia felt it. Cold air blowing from some phantom air conditioner. So icy against her skin. She shivered and felt her nipples harden under… Under her blouse. "Is there a draft?" she asked, not bothering to looking over at the chair across the room where she was sure Joanne was.

God, it was freezing in here. Her nipples were so hard they hurt, pressing against her bra, creating sensation that must have been from the friction that made her squirm. It almost felt like a pinch… a tweak… a nibble… She tried to focus on the television but her attention kept drifting.

There was that heat again. That impossible, embarrassing heat.

She shifted on the couch, pressing her thighs together. She was wet. So wet she could feel it soaking through her underwear. "What is wrong with me?" she thought desperately. Then, again, sudden coldness, and a cramp in her leg that caused her to spread them slightly, now even more embarrassed about the wetness inside.

From the corner of her eye, Julia swore she could see Joanne in the chair across the room, attention rapt by the movie on the TV. Julia also swore she was watching the TV herself, even though all her eyes could see was translucent red…

Joanne had Julia's jeans unzipped and pulled down to her ankles, along with her sopping underwear. Julia sat naked on the couch, her legs slightly parted, her pussy glistening with arousal. Joanne had retrieved her favorite toy: a slim, powerful vibrator, silver and shaped like a bullet.

She turned the vibrator on low, and Julia's whole body jerked. A moan escaped her lips.

"Just the movie," Joanne soothed, holding the vibrator steady against Julia's swollen clit. "Just the show. A little jump scare is all."

She movie she was certainly watching was scarier than Julia had expected. Her heart was racing. Her breath was coming in more unsteady patterns. And despite the bitter cold that made her nipples so tender, that heat and wetness between her legs was just getting worse.

She was burning up now. Burning and freezing at the same time. She could feel her wetness soaking not just through her underwear but through her jeans, too. She was sure there was a puddle on the couch.

She wanted to touch herself so badly. Just a little pressure. Just enough to ease this confounding ache. But she couldn't. She was in Joanne's living room. She was a guest. It would be mortifying if Joanne looked over from her place across the space and saw her touching herself, saw the way her hips were subtly grinding against the couch cushion, seeking friction she couldn't admit she needed.

The friction under her bra felt so much like being suckled. She could feel the pull of it, the wet heat of a mouth, but she knew her blouse was still buttoned and proper. She was imagining things. She was losing her mind.

"Are you okay?" Joanne asked, her voice coming from… somewhere…

"Fine!" Julia chirped, eyes still fixed on the movie playing at the center of the red gem. "I'm fine. Just... cold."

"I could turn up the heat."

"No!" Julia said too quickly. "I mean, it's fine. I'm fine."

She wasn't fine. She was dying. got up right now and left she just knew her pants would be soaked and the couch would be stained… She would never recover. She would have to move to another city. She would have to change her name.

Joanne held the vibrator against Julia's clit, watching her friend's face contort with pleasure she couldn't consciously access. 

"You want to cum," Joanne whispered, her lips brushing Julia's ear. "You need to cum. But you can't. You can never cum without permission. You can get close… So close… But you can never go over. Not without my say-so."

Julia whimpered. Her hips bucked against the vibrator and in her mind, the movie was causing her to jump something wicked. And each time she did, she felt the moisture squelch and the scent of it intensify.

"Please don't let her notice," she thought again.

"Good girl," Joanne purred. "Such a good girl. So wet. So needy. So hot and so cold. And you have no idea why. After all, you're just watching TV."

Joanne shifted the vibrator, pressing it harder, angling it to hit the most sensitive spot. Julia's back arched, her breasts thrusting forward. Joanne took advantage, capturing one nipple between her teeth, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark.

"Just the cold," Joanne repeated, her mantra, her spell. "Just the documentary. Just your imagination."

Julia gasped at the sensation. A shocking twist in the movie. A sudden flash of something so hot…

And then it stopped.

The pressure receded, pulling back from the edge like a wave retreating from shore. Julia gasped, trembling, her body screaming with denied release. She was still so close. Still hovering on that precipice. But she couldn't fall.

Thank God, she thought, her mind a mess of contradictions. Thank God I didn't cum. That would have been so embarrassing. So shameful. Cumming in front of Joanne… What's already happened is enough!

"You're shivering," Joanne observed. "Want me to get you a blanket?"

"No," Julia managed, her voice hoarse. "I should... I should probably go. It's getting late."

Joanne smiled, turning off the vibrator. "Of course. The movie is almost over, babes. Surely you can give me ten more minutes."

"Yeah…" Julia said. The need and the heat was starting to abate. "I can do that."

Julia, still staring into the red, saw Joanne leave the room out of the corner of her eye. Or. No. She was still in her seat. Right?

"Oh no," Joanne said as Julia's legs spread wider apart. "Is that cramp back?"

It was. And the only way to make it ease up was spreading wider and wider. And then, finally it abated, but now she felt this strange… fullness? It must have just been the cramp letting go.

The remote control vibrator slid into Julia's soaked pussy very easily.

"Nothing unusual," Joanne suggested, her voice soft as silk. "You feel completely normal. Just a little full. Just a little heavy."

She pushed the little device deeper, until only the retrieval cord remained visible, tucked between Julia's swollen lips. Then she began sliding Julia's clothes back on.

Julia, for her part, was thrilled that the cold seemed to have abated somewhat. Though something else seemed wrong now. Something seemed uncomfortable, but she couldn't quite…

"Wake up."

The red gleam vanished and Julie was staring, zoned out, at the coffee table.

"How did you like the movie?" Joanne asked, back in her seat across the room.

"It was…," Julia began, then realized with horror that she hadn't retained any of it through the red haze of embarrassement. What genre had it even been? Horror right? The jump scares? "It was creepy!"

Joanne smiled and Julia sighed, believing she'd successfully avoided detection.

Julia stood, her legs shaky. She felt... odd. Full in a way she couldn't explain, like she needed to use the bathroom but didn't. She must have been sitting there longer than she thought. Her legs were just a little asleep, that's all.

"I'll see you next week?" Joanne asked, walking her to the door. Julia didn't dare look back at her seat.

"Sure," Julia said, her voice distant even to her own ears. "And sorry about... you know. Being weird."

"We all have off days," Joanne said kindly. "Drive safe."

Julia stepped into the hallway, and the door closed behind her.

She stood there for a moment, blinking. Her pussy was throbbing. Her nipples ached. She felt like she was walking through a dream, her body hyper-sensitized, every brush of fabric against her skin sending sparks of sensation straight to her core.

"What is happening to me?" she asked herself, pressing the elevator button with a trembling finger.

She needed to go to the store. She'd promised to pick up milk and eggs for her own apartment, and if she didn't go now, she'd talk herself out of it and spend the night with an empty fridge.

The elevator arrived. Julia stepped inside, and as the doors closed, she felt something shift inside her. She ignored it. She was just tired and stiff.

Then, as she exited the building and walked toward her car, something happened that made no sense to her. She felt as though she could feel a subtle vibration inside her pussy. Slow and low but definitely there. Then gone. 

Her legs must have still been asleep? Maybe? 

The ride to the store was normal aside from that strange fullness. But no more phantom vibrations. Until she entered the store. It came back. Higher and harder than before.

She felt so exposed, even in her jacket. She clutched her shopping basket, her knuckles white, her breath coming in shallow pants as the vibrations sped up and slowed down and intensified and diminished.

She was so wet. So impossibly, obscenely wet. Her face was brilliantly red as she tried to hurry through the store as quick as possible. But her knees were getting weaker with each surge. She let out a little gasp and moan as she passed a woman looking at pasta sauces. The woman gave her a passing glance, but probably just assumed she'd slipped or something.

If she got any fucking wetter, she'd be able to slip standing still.

She grabbed a carton of milk, her hand shaking so badly she nearly dropped it. The cool air of the refrigerated section washed over her, making her nipples tighten further. Making her think about Joanne's apartment and how cold and hot she'd been. She flushed further. Fuck the eggs. She had to get out of there.

A man walked past her as she rushed to the checkout, glancing in her direction. Julia's heart skipped. Can he tell? Can he smell me? Can he see the way I'm shaking, the way my nipples are poking through my bra, the way I keep squeezing my thighs together like I'm trying to hold back a flood?

Joanne sat in her car in the grocery store parking lot, watching Julia practically run through the large front doors. She held a small remote in her hand, her thumb resting lightly on the dial as she idly turned it up and down.

She threw her groceries in the back seat and collapsed into the driver's seat, slamming the door shut.

Alone. Finally alone.

Her hand moved between her legs before she could stop herself, pressing hard against her clit through her jeans. She needed to cum. She needed it so fucking bad. She felt like she was going insane.

She rubbed herself frantically through her jeans, for some reason refusing to slip under the denim, her hips bucking against her hand, her breath coming in ragged sobs.

"Please," she whimpered to the empty car. "Please, please, please..."

But nothing happened. She couldn't get there. She was right on the edge but the orgasm wouldn't come. It was like her body had forgotten how, like the switch had been turned off and she couldn't find it again.

She rubbed harder, tears streaming down her face, her need desperate and overwhelming.

"Please," she begged. "I'll do anything. Just let me cum. Please..."

Joanne watched Julia through the windshield, her own arousal a heavy pulse between her legs. She loved this part. Loved watching them break, watching them beg, watching them realize that their pleasure wasn't their own anymore.

She turned the dial up to maximum.

The vibration hit her like a truck. Julia screamed, her back arching off the seat, her vision going white.

"Joanne," she cried, the name torn from her throat without thought. "Joanne, please..."

The sensation receded again. Pulled back from the edge like a cruel tide, leaving her shaking and empty and desperate.

Julia collapsed against the steering wheel, sobbing. What had she just said? Why had she said Joanne's name? She didn't understand. She didn't understand anything anymore.

She sat there for almost forty minutes, shaking, her body humming with denied pleasure, before she could finally start the car and drive home.

Joanne let herself into the apartment, tossing her keys on the counter. Millie was home now, curled up on the couch with a book.

"How was your evening?" Millie asked, looking up with a smile.

"Productive," Joanne said, settling into her armchair. She picked up the red gem, turning it in her fingers. "Julia stopped by."

Millie's expression flickered with something unreadable. "Oh? How is she?"

"Frustrated, I think." Joanne smiled. 

"If only someone could help with that," Millie muttered.

Joanne met her roommate's eyes and held them. "I think she'll be visiting more often. I think she likes it here. Likes how she feels when she's with us."

Millie looked back down at her book, but Joanne could see the color rising in her cheeks. "You're playing with her," Millie said quietly. Not an accusation. Just a statement.

"Am I?" Joanne asked innocently. She set the gem down and stood, crossing to the couch. She sat beside Millie, close enough that their thighs touched. "Do you remember when you used to have episodes like that, Millie? When you used to get so horny and confused and you didn't know why?"

Millie shivered. "I... I don't remember."

"Of course you don't." Joanne stroked Millie's hair, her touch gentle, possessive. "That's the point. You don't remember, and Julia doesn't remember, and you both just think you're going a little crazy, having these inexplicable needs, these unexplainable desires."

She leaned in, her lips brushing Millie's ear. "But you know now, don't you? Deep down. You know who you belong to."

Millie's breath hitched. "Joanne...," she half-pled.

"Say it."

"I belong to you," Millie whispered.

"Good girl." Joanne pulled back, satisfied. "Julia will belong to me too. Eventually. Three weeks is just the beginning."

Joanne smiled, picking up the gem again. The light caught it, painting red across Millie's face, across the walls, across everything.

"And she'll be so grateful," Joanne continued, her voice soft as velvet, "when I finally let her cum. Just like you used to be. Just like you still are, underneath all those pretty memories I gave you."

Millie was breathing hard now, her book forgotten. "Joanne..."

"Go to your room," Joanne commanded gently. "Touch yourself. Think about Julia. Think about what I'm going to do to her. And remember that you could be her again. Confused and horny and desperate. But instead you're here. Safe, obedient, and mine."

Millie stood, her movements automatic, her eyes glazed inside the gem. "Yes, Joanne."

"And Millie?"

"Yes?"

"Don't cum. You know you're not allowed."

Millie shuddered, nodded, and walked toward her bedroom.