Spray for Trouble: Chapter 8 Preview

Been a while, hasn't it?  The next chapter is slated for December!  In the meantime, how about a quick taste of what is coming up?  Here's a snippet of what's coming, a work in progress...

COUGH.  HACK!   Uuuuuuuuugh.

Emma’s eyes weakly cracked open as her head rolled to the right.  The room she was in was swirling, everything slowly coming into focus as her mind tried to make sense of things.  Her mouth tasted like an ashtray, causing her to let out another disgusting hack and cough.

Ooooof, she thought hazily, sm-smoking… smoking b-before b-bed… b-b-bad call…

Her head rolled onto the left, her eyes immediately blasted by a bright, blaring light.  The young woman groaned, weakly raising a hand up to shield her eyes.  Her head throbbed as she gritted her teeth “dumbass sun… uuuugh, wh-where am I?”

Emma rolled her whole body onto her right side and blinked a few times, rubbing her eyes gently to help them out.  After a moment, the room came into focus and quick glance of her surrounding confirmed to her where she was: her room.

“Goddamn,” she muttered, trying to raise her body but still too woozily and out of it to do so, “What the hell?  How’d I get here?”

She rubbed her head, scrunching her forehead as she tried reflecting back.  Everything in her head was a blur and hazy.  She remembered the spray bottle.  She could never forget such a thing and all the “trouble” it brought about her and everyone around her.  She remembered giving her sister a big ass and her friend a huge set of tits… there was the theater that turned into a porn theater…

She muttered, “then sister and her dumbass friend showed up and more spray… then the club…”

Her eyes widened as the realization hit her.  Fascinations… right?  That club or whatever… I was there with everyone.  Something happened?  What the hell happened?

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Emma’s eyes went wide, her head throbbing despite not even taking a drink yet as she surveyed the situation.  Everyone had truly entered the club now.  Flashing lights; tons of thumping, pounding music was blaring; a sea of people were “dancing” (or something more intimate it looked); and many others were drinking or chatting on the dance floor or near the bar.

Emma frowned at the sight, her eyes catching what looked like the scene of two people snorting coke on a table in front of everyone.  God this place is insane, she thought, rubbing her forehead, who the hell would want to get involved with this freakshow?

“This is, like, totally awesome!” Tina declared, pumping her fist into the air, “Look at all the cuties and yummy guys around here.  Later girls!  Tina’s on the prowl!”  Before she could even react, Emma saw her busty friend vanish before her into the crowd.

“W-w-wait!” Trevor declared, following after her and vanishing as well, “W-where are y-you going?!”

“And they’re gone,” Madison remarked with a shrug.  She looked at Emma and Anna, saying, “Gonna see if I can get us some drinks.  Be back~”

“Laterz gurl!” Anna declared, “Get dis momma da gud stuff, ya hear?”

“You will not get “dis momma da gud stuff”,” snapped Emma, glaring at Madison.  “You both know you’re underaged, right?”

“Just playin’!” the African American girl chuckled, giving the two a playful wink, “I’ll just be back with something normal in a second.  Peace!”  Like the others before, Madison quickly disappeared into the crowd of people, making her way towards the bar.

Anna turned around, glaring harshly at Emma herself now.  “Ummm, excuse me sistah!” she snapped, “Yo cray-cray or sumthing?  Can’t a gurl get herself sumding nice ta drink?”

“Oh shut up you ghetto wannabe!  You really should be here in the first place!