It's Georgina's index finger that's doing most of the scratching, her pinky curled up into her palm before you. It may be a tremendous object in and of itself, but you must try not to be daunted as you choose it as your point of contact with the giantess.
It's still thicker than your torso, but you reach out with your arms to dig into the flesh around the knuckle, gaining purchase to pull yourself...
...up?
You are pulled further than you had anticipated when George whips her hand away from her foot, well above her desk to before her face. The sudden shock and vertigo drains the sense from your head and leaves you quite giddy and sick, and only for a moment do you register the great blue eyes inspecting you before the surface you are gripping shakes back and forth again and again, instinct allowing you to cling tighter and serving as all that keeps you from falling.
"Augh, a bug!" George announces loudly, as if to confirm a suspicion you had forming in your head. Yet no matter how much she shakes her hand to dislodge the 'insect', you refuse to part from her until she sees sense. Time blurs as much as your vision, and you're not sure how long you've been clinging for when you feel your fingers begin to lose purchase...
Coincidentally, that's the moment when George decides to get rid of you in a different way.
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