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Chapter 1: Coin Operated Girl
The Shiz Belltower tolled 3 a.m. as Galinda Upland lay in bed, squeezing her eyes closed in an attempt to fall asleep. She felt uncharacteristically out-of-sorts. She felt warm. She fell out of breath. Alright, she felt horny. It was the product of natural monthly fluctuations in drive. There was, of course, an easy cure for this discomfort. However, she had found herself unexpectedly sharing her suite, and had had hardly a moment of privacy since the beginning of the semester.
She chanced to look over at Elphaba’s bed. She was sleeping, stone-still and silent on her side, facing away from Galinda. Good.
Galinda rolled to her side and gingerly slid open the drawer of her bedside table. There, nestled among silken sleep masks in varying shades of pink, was a small pink rose. A device that, when activated, provided a pulsating, sucking force at the adjoining of its simulated pedals.
Galinda would never have bought something like this for herself, of course. She always hurried past any shop selling such lewd goods; an Upland, of the upper Uplands, would never be seen in any seedy establishments peddling male performance elixirs and clamps to put Oz knows where.
No, she had teasingly suggested to a former boyfriend that she might like one. When he presented her with a gift bag, red-faced and grinning, she scolded him: “How could you! I was only joking! You can’t be walking around with something like this, it could get us both in trouble. Here, I’ll dispose of it.” She had hidden her smile of triumph until she had the little bag safely in her bedroom, and broken up with him a few weeks later.
She pressed a hidden button, and the device hummed to life. She glanced up at Elphaba’s sleeping form, which showed no reaction to the soft purr. Satisfied, Galinda rolled onto her back and slipped the rose under the waistband of her pink laced panties. She bit her lip as she felt the vibration graze her most sensitive spot.
She began moving it, hand over her mouth, slowly grinding into the toy. She thought of Fiyero’s perfect smile, his muscled arms, his stylish hair. She let out a small, perfect breath; just the noise she would make when he held her for the first time. It was just the noise that had made her previous boyfriends fall to their knees for her. She hoped Elphaba hadn’t heard. What would she think if she did?
Maybe she would hold it over Galinda’s head the next time they were exchanging barbs. She imagined them fencing, sniping at each other’s technique, only this time when they drew near, Elphaba leaned in and whispered, “you wouldn’t want me to tell everyone what you do to yourself at night, would you?” Galinda gasped, her hand moving faster.
Oh, if Elphaba was awake, she would almost certainly know what Galinda was doing. That freak would probably like it. She could be over there right now, touching herself to the sound of Galinda’s little moans, and her clandestine toy. Galinda’s breathing sped up and her face and stomach flooded with warm heat. She was wet enough now that the toy was making lewd sucking and slapping noises as it slid along and around her slit.
Yes, if Elphaba knew, she would definitely be touching herself. Oz, she was such a freak. The rose slid faster over Galinda’s peak with such deliciosity that it wrung another squeak of pleasure from her.
How terribly unlucky it was that they shared a room, where Galinda could never escape from her, where Elphaba was privy to Galinda’s most private and intimate moments. Even Galinda’s boyfriend had never seen her like this, unbound and hasty with need. It was outrageous. She felt a pressure building, building, electricity zinging through her head, her stomach, the space between her legs. And Elphaba would love having that power over Galinda, lording it over her head. Even if no one believed her, Elphaba could just look at Galinda with that smug expression, and Galinda would be brought back to this moment of desperately thrusting into her hand, struggling and failing to choke back little whimpers as she teetered near the edge.
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Elphaba lay on her side, wide awake, ruminating on the advice that Madame Morrible had given her that day. What if she never brought her power under her control? She might lose her spot at Shiz, the one fortunate thing that had ever happened to her.
Then, she heard a soft sound: a sigh, almost a whimper. As she listened, she became aware of a faint buzzing, fluctuating in pitch. Was Galinda-? No, she wouldn’t.
Another sigh, and then a gasp. Yes, she was.
A feeling like dread coiled in Elphaba’s stomach, and her face flushed hot. Her heart rate picked up. Another moan, and Elphaba felt her core pulsate. Oh, Oz.
Helpless to do anything, Elphaba lay there, listening to a mechanical buzz and obscene half-muffled moans while her nethers roused inexorably.
An intense feeling of pressure began to mount at her clitoris, almost painfully, begging for any stimulation. Internally cursing herself, Elphaba carefully slid her hand across the sheets to press between her legs, just enough to put some pressure on her throbbing clit. The relief was immediate, but incomplete.
Galinda whined as the mechnical whir picked up speed, and a pulse of need shot through Elphaba's body. She allowed herself the slightest shift of her hips and had to suppress a shudder. Oz, she was so turned on.
The noises behind her began to rise to a fever pitch, the buzzing changing more rapidly, the pornographic noises rising to high-pitched, breathy whimpers.
Curiosity and desire warred with Elphaba’s rational mind. With a squeak and some obscene wet slapping, curiosity won out. Slowy, very slowly, Elphaba shifted to peer over her shoulder, just enough to glimpse Galinda in the edge of her vision. Her head was thrown back, mouth open. Her thin sheet was tented over her knees, her hand causing the sheet to rapidly bulge and collapse, betraying the punishing, desperate movement beneath. She was undulating into that hand, her sharp breathing in time with that movement.
Another rush of heat to Elphaba’s cheeks and her throbbing core. It was obscene. It was difficult to believe that little Miss Perfect was loudly and messily jerking herself off, much less in a shared dorm, but that was undeniably what was happening.
Elphaba was surprised that she owned a sex toy. That was also incongruous with a practiced, poised façade that Galinda put on every morning.
Galinda’s voice began to crack and fray around the edges, and Elphaba quickly put her head down, resuming her farce of being deeply asleep. The hand pressed between her legs remained, but the slight change in her posture wouldn’t be enough to betray her.
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Galinda whined as her orgasm rocketed through her, grunting as stars and colors dancing in her vision. Her back arched off the bed, and her hips autonomously thrust into the toy, shuddering as waves of pleasure overtook her body. Her spine snapped tight for what seemed like several seconds.
She had been much louder than she had meant to, and she stole a glance towards Elphaba's bed. Her sleeping form was still and silent, as before. That was… good. Good.
She blinked away the last of the shooting stars in her vision, and rolled to replace the rose in her bedside table drawer. She couldn’t remember the last time she came that hard. Maybe she never had.
She was pent up from sharing a dorm and not having a moment alone for weeks. That was it.
Her panties were soaked, but she couldn’t bring herself to get up and change them, exhaustion finally overtaking her. She licked the wetness off her fingers, and then wiped them on her sheets, feeling dirty and embarrassed.
As she sank heavily into her pillows, her body felt glowing and warm, deeply satisfied and wrung-out. Her breathing slowed, and her heavy lids drifted closed.
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Elphaba waited, listening as Galinda’s sheets rustled as she settled back into bed. Elphaba waited, and waited, until she began to hear tiny, high-pitched snoring.
That was one thing she knew about Galinda that no one else did. She had been annoyed when she first heard it, but then grew to find it soothing, and even… not adorable, that wasn’t the right word. But it was nice to know of this one little vulnerability, one chink in that gold plated armor. And now she knew of one more.
Elphaba continued to lay there, utterly still, feeling the sensation of wetness slowly soak through her underwear, onto her leg, her fingers. Her clit was still hard and swollen, almost painfully so. She rolled her hips a little, grinding into her hand, but that alone wasn’t going to be nearly enough to bring her off.
Why had she been so affected? She supposed it was natural that her body had a response to the sound of someone else’s pleasure. She hoped it wasn’t some perverse titillation at the idea of observing someone without their knowledge. That wasn’t right. She hadn’t meant to violate Galinda’s privacy like that. Only, she had stolen a glance when Galinda was oblivious, at the peak of her pleasure.
Maybe she should go easy on her the next time they were engaging in verbal combat.
No, absolutely not. She would have to treat Galinda exactly the same as she always did. It would be wrong to make her feel embarrassed about something so personal. Besides, Elphaba was ostracized enough without adding ‘pervert’ to her list of social crimes. That may even trump her vertitude in terms of social suicide, if the rumors didn’t lead to her expulsion. No, this was a secret she would take to her grave.
Her clit throbbed again, although it was beginning to calm, now that she was meditating on the morality of her position rather than the choked sound of Galinda losing herself to pleasure. It would be wrong to get off to such an intrusion. No, she would go to bed, her desire uncomfortably unexpressed. It was what she deserved.
What had Galinda been thinking of? Whatever it was, she had certainly never meant for Elphaba to know.