And Now For Something Completely Different

“You’re a freak,” said Aria plainly.

“Can’t really argue with that,” agreed Sunset with a nod. “So? Deal?”

“Hang on, I need you to walk me through it again. I feel like I’m on Punk’d.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “So you want to give me $20? And all I’ve gotta do is let you sniff my pits?”

“I don’t really want to pay you, but I figured that was the only way to get you to hear me out.”

“You figured right, cause if you had opened with the pit thing, I’d tell you to go fuck yourself.”

“Come on, dude! It's a free $20!”

“I don't wanna be part of your gross fetish thing,” said Aria. Despite how insistent she was on this, she couldn't help but notice Sunset’s horny, undeterred gaze. She crossed her arms, toned from years of the gym, over her flat, narrow chest and frowned. “I just got done with my workout, man. I fucking stink.”

Sunset's heart skipped a beat.

“Promise?” said Sunset. “Don't get my hopes up for nothing…

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Aria rolled her eyes and turned, headed for the door and, hopefully, an escape from this madness. “Whatever. I'm out of here. Don't wait up, you fucking—”

“$100.”

Aria froze, and, after some brief calculations in her head, slowly turned back to face Sunset.

“$100?” Sunset nodded. “To sniff my armpit?” Again, Sunset nodded. “No funny business? I'm not showing you my tits or anything like that, alright?” One final time, Sunset nodded, so hard her head was liable to fly off. “Ugh… You tell anyone about this, you're fucking dead.”

Aria raised her left arm up, tiredly beckoning for the pervert across from her. Barely able to contain her glee, Sunset skipped over to Aria and, after waiting for the nod to continue, buried her face in the heavenly crevasse. She inhaled, the heavy, powerful scent of Aria's musk, her nostrils stinging and her eyes rolling back in her head. Aria was wrong, she didn't stink. To call the scent of her sweat unpleasant would be incorrect. She didn't smell bad, just very intense, the heavy weight of her smell causing Sunset's head to swim.

“Holy shiiiit,” moaned Sunset. She took in another deep huff, filling her lungs with the scent, and went down to her knees. “Fuck, I almost came right just from that…”

“Ew… Just pay me, you fucking creep,” groaned Aria. With shaky hands, Sunset retrieved her wallet, and the promised $100 bill. Aria grabbed the bull, but Sunset held her grip. “What? I don't do backsies, Shimmer. A deal is a deal.”

“Same time next week, another $100,” said Sunset. Aria cocked her brow, but shrugged nevertheless. Still, Sunset held onto the money. “Don't shave and I'll pay double.”

Aria snatched the bill away, and stuffed it into her pocket, shaking her head in disbelief.

“You're a freak, Shimmer. But you've got yourself a deal.”