Chapter 3: Tiffany's hell
"Jeez this is ONE big plug." Tiffany said as she glance at Eric, looking around the sex shop. "I will have this one then!" Tiffany declared, checking out and heading back to the club.
Back at the club, in the changing rooms. Eric could see Tiffany, completely naked , her curves accentuated by the harsh fluorescent lights. Her skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat, a result of her earlier dance. She was a striking woman, her body a landscape of curves and valleys, her hair a wild mane of red curls that cascaded down her back. She was loud, her laugh as boisterous as a foghorn, her voice as deep as a bass drum.
"Alright, you little shit," she said, picking him up from the counter where he lay. Her fingers were strong, her grip firm. She studied him with a critical eye, much like a painter inspecting their palette. "You're big as I thought,
I've got a special act planned for tonight, and you're gonna assist me by not letting my lunch leak out," Tiffany declared, her voice echoing in the small, cramped changing room. The air was thick with the scent of cheap perfume and the faint, lingering aroma of her last dance. The room was a riot of colors, a clash of sequins and feathers, a testament to the chaos that was Tiffany's life.
She held Eric up to the light, her eyes narrowing as she examined him. "You're a weird one, ain't ya? A nose on a butt plug? What kind of kinky shit is this?" She chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that seemed to shake the very walls of the room.
"But hey, it's not like you can complain, right? You're just a butt plug, not a human. Though I gotta admit, this is a new one for me."
Eric tried to shift, to wiggle, but he was effectively trapped in Tiffany's grip. He could feel her fingers digging into his slick surface, holding him firmly in place. He let out another muffled protest, his nose twitching as he tried to gather more information about his current surroundings, but it all became dark as Tiffany hover her ass over Eric .
"Let's test out this nose real quick," she said, slamming her butt down on Eric, Eric was instantly shoved into a warm, dark, and surprisingly moist place. The smell was overwhelming, a mix of sweat, lubricant, and something else, something tangy and slightly sour. Eric's nose twitched, trying to make sense of the new environment. It was like being trapped in a cave, the walls pressing in on him from all sides, the air thick and heavy with the scent of Tiffany's body. "Oooo~ I feel one coming!" The pressure suddenly increase and then came the sound, a long, drawn-out noise that seemed to reverberate through Eric's entire being. A gust of warm air swept over him, followed by a thick, acrid smell that seemed to assault his nostrils. He gagged, his nose twitching violently as he tried to process the overwhelming scent.
"Mmm, that's a good one," Tiffany cooed, her voice muffled by the flesh surrounding them. Eric could feel her shifting, her body moving against him in a rhythm that was both familiar and unsettling.
The warmth was intense, and the smell—oh, the smell. It was a potent mix of digesting food, sweat, and something else, something distinctly Tiffany. It was as if her insides had their own unique scent, a strange perfume that was both repulsive and oddly compelling.
Eric's nose wrinkled, trying to filter out the odor, but it was impossible. He was trapped, immersed in her scent, drowning in it. He tried to focus on something else, anything else, but there was nothing but the warmth and the smell and the muffled sounds of Tiffany's voice, humming softly to herself.
It was like being trapped in a sensory deprivation chamber, except instead of nothingness, he was surrounded by Tiffany's everything.
Suddenly, she shifted again, and the pressure changed. Eric felt something new, something hard and slick pressing against him. His nose twitched, trying to identify the new sensation. It was smooth, like glass, and it was moving, sliding against him in a way that made his nonexistent skin tingle.
"Oh, yeah," Tiffany moaned, her voice echoing in the confined space. "That's it, baby. Just like that."
Eric realized with a jolt that she was using him, fucking herself on him like he was a dildo.
The sensation was strange, unlike anything he had ever experienced. He could feel her moving against him, her body sliding up and down, her muscles clenching around him. The smell was overpowering, a mix of sweat, lubricant, and something else, something tangy and slightly sour. It was the smell of her arousal, her desire, and it was intoxicating.
"Fuck, yeah," Tiffany panted, her voice ragged with exertion and pleasure. "You're a good little plug, ain't ya?