"Not even kidding." Eros smirks. "Just add water, and you'll get about an hour's worth of fun. Comes in party size too, able to 'service' about two dozen people."
"Isn't that... What if someone throws one of those into a public pool or something?" I ask, picking up a can and reading the label.
"If they're that stupid, I'm obligated to help the police track down my customers. Sorry, but that sort of thing comes before privacy." She shrugs. "Really though... If someone assaults someone else with a strap-on, do you arrest the rapist or the toy-store owner?"
"True..." I glance back down at my purchase.
"Tell ya what, that ones on the house. I'm curious to see what you make of it."
"W-what? I can't... I wouldn't..." I sputter, feeling all of my blood rush to my face. Sure, I was considering picking up something small maybe, something tamer. It'd be a shame to see all of this stuff and not get anything... But a tentacle monster? How would...
"Hey, don't be nervous, they're really attentive lovers. Trust me, one of those will take away a month of sexual tension easily. Just run a hot bath, put some nice candles on, some relaxing music-I sell candles by the way-and drop him in the water when you're ready. After about an hour he'll dissolve harmlessly." She grins, turning away to attend to my sister and her friends.
I couldn't... Could I? I mean... Fuck it. Blushing heavily, I stuffed the can into my purse and went to pick out a few more harmless things.
* * *
-Eros—
"Hey, can I help you with anything?" I smile at the other customers who are all gathered around giggling at my products. It's a bit depressing, really, when they do this. These toys are my creations, and I really want them to be used. Half the time every joking comment made about using one is hiding their own insecurities.
"Oh um... Well..." They shuffle about, still giggling a little bit. One of them is holding a rather intricate looking butt plug. Deciding to have a little fun my eyes light up.
"Oh! That's a good choice." I grin, causing the girl to flush harder. "I love that one, really, and it's pretty popular too. It goes in your ass, and then using that dial it'll fill you up with either hot or cold water. No tubes required."
The girl fumbles with it for a moment before putting it back on the shelf. "Not really my thing." She admits with a smile, though I notice one of the other girls still eyeing it. "Is it true you have a um... Back room, for hook ups and stuff?"
"Yeah! I heard you have glory holes and things." Another one pitches in.
"I don't, actually. And we don't let people test out the merchandise, no matter what people say." I laugh. "Though... We do have a list you can put your name down on. If it comes up, I'll call you in as a test subject."
"Test subject?" It's Glory Girl, err, Victoria who asks first, seemingly interested.
"Yep. Just by being on the list you get a discount at the store." I explain cheerfully. "If your name comes up, I call you in and have you test out whatever toy prototype I've cooked up. You give me your honest opinion, and trust me there's a lot of questions, and that's that. It's not for the faint of heart though, some of the toys get pretty kinky."
"We've noticed." One of Vicky's friends snorts. What, this stuff? This is barely kinky. Prudes. Vicky, at least, seems to consider the offer. I can't exactly advertise that anything is 'Glory Girl approved' but still... Toys for Brutes have a market.
"So what's this thing do?" Vicky asks, holding up a small ring and what looks like a cap-less onahole.
"Oh, good choice. Perfect for long distance lovers." I grin widely. "The ring goes in the hole of your choice, usually the vagina or anus, and should fit snugly and comfortably. Generally you won't even notice it's there."
"What's the point, if you can just leave it in and not notice anything?" Vicky asks.
"Because that's where this comes in." I explain, turning the ring on and holding up the other piece. "Anything inserted in here..." I flip the switch and push a finger inside. It disappears and reappears, wiggling around through the ring. "Tongues, fingers, toys... Cocks."
"Fucking cool..." Vicky's eyes light up as the rest of the girls giggle.
"Very. As a bonus, the portal sterilizes anything passing through it, harmlessly. No risk of pregnancy or anything." Now you're fucking with portals. Goes without saying not to let the boyfriend loan his toy around. Or let sneaky sisters steal the ring.
"I'll take it." Vicky announces loudly, to the shock of her friends. I lead her over to the desk as they continue to giggle. "And sign me up for that prototype thingy."
* * *
Vicky looked down at the device in her hand, laying back on her bed. She was fully clothed, wearing her pajamas, but she'd taken the opportunity to put her end in as soon as possible. "I still can't believe I bought this." She murmured, looking at the device. "Still..."
With a bit of a smirk, she flipped it on and gently prodded the entrance with a finger. Her hips squirmed as she felt the slight pressure down below, like a ghostly finger somehow molesting her through her own clothing. Emboldened, she pushed the finger in a bit further, feeling the familiar warm wetness of her nethers.
"Way more convenient." She muttered, closing her eyes with a deep sigh as she began to move the finger about, pushing it in as deep as it would go. And it certainly went deeper than she was used to. Since she could rotate the device, she could reach all sorts of spots she could never reach before as well.
"This-" She sighed. "Was a wonderful idea." Adding a second finger, because she wasn't in one of her 'rough moods' that usually required at least three, she began to earnestly explore her own depths. Her hips rocked and bucked, occasionally arching her back off the mattress entirely as she continued to poke and prod, remaining clothed the entire time.
Sucking in a final gasp of air, almost silent from years of practice, she felt her muscles tense up and her toes girl. There was a spot, one tiny little spot in there that felt amazing, and she was going to beat Gallant senseless until he found it. With a final sigh she slumped back against the bed, eyes hooded as she stared up at the ceiling.
"Your show is on." She snapped awake immediately, her dazed state evaporating from the forefront of her mind as she realized who was speaking. "Are you going to watch it?" Her mother asked, looking on with concern.
"I uh..." Holy crap, her mother just walked in on her... On her... Well, doing nothing obvious, that's for sure. She was still fully dressed, and the toy was rather inconspicuous looking. Probably on purpose. "Yeah, I'll be down in a bit." Aside from her red face and slight pant, there was probably no evidence of any naughty business.
I could probably get away with doing this anywhere. She pondered, biting her lip. And that's the point. With this, Dean can take me whenever he feels like it. No matter where I am or what I'm doing.
She paused to think on it more for a moment. I'll have to warn him before I go on patrols. Don't want him to start fucking me while I'm beating up thugs...
The very idea sent a thrill up her spine as her fingers dragged across her sensitive insides, withdrawing from the toy. They came out absolutely soaked, trailing strands of her arousal between them as she spread them out. I wonder if I can send notes this way. She pondered, imagining pushing rolled up pieces of paper up her own snatch with a giggle. I'd have to take it out first.
Almost absentmindedly she found herself licking lightly at her own fingers. She'd done it before, out of curiosity, and found she rather enjoyed it. Not the taste, certainly, but the sort of naughtiness that came with it. It made her feel sexy, so she usually did it after a particularly strong orgasm. Glancing between her fingers and the toy she paused and considered for a moment.
Should I? It's a bit different than licking your fingers after... Still... It's me. It's not gay if you're doing yourself... She suppressed a giggle at that. With something like this, she could make Dean suck his own dick for once. But did she want to...
Fuck yes. She brought the toy up to her mouth like a microphone. Her tongue snaked out, gently inching closer to the toy itself. "Vicky! Your show is starting!"
"God damn it..."
* * *
Amy lay back in the bath with a soft sigh. The water was hot, just barely comfortable, how she liked it. A little bit of pain never hurt anyone, and some days, just between her own thoughts, she felt like she deserved it.
The heat pulsed at her sore and stressed muscles, sinking deep into her body as she closed her eyes, enjoying the soft scent of the candles and the gentle notes of the music. No words, just a soft slow melody to get her in the mood.
She tried not to think about Vicky, didn't want to think about her really, but somehow her thoughts always seemed to drift there. Her hand moved across her flat stomach, resting there and feeling the microbubbles that formed on her skin.
She directed her thoughts elsewhere, to Vicky's friends instead. Michelle, with her round ass and commonly visible thong. What a wonderfully lucious ass it was, larger and rounder than Vicky's, but not quite as 'good'. Christy, with her tiny breasts that none-the-less drew Amy's attention on more than one occasion. Nothing compared to the impressive bust of her sister.
Her hands came up to cup her own modest chest, holding the swell of it in her hands for a moment. At the very least she was better endowed than Eros. She snickered at that, the shopkeeper/tinker was almost boyish, as thin and uncurved as her body was. Breasts small enough that her top revealed she neither wore nor needed a bra. Hips narrow enough that they somehow accentuated the cut off shorts she wore, with the button undone and purple underwear visible.
How had someone so remarkably unsexy gained sex as a specialty?
Well... Unsexy was unfair. She had a flirty smile to her, almost rakish, really. Her confidence, her casual attitude about sex in general, the pure perverted energy she seemed to embody. As straight and graceless as the girl seemed, Amy couldn't help but imagine things.
The feeling of those metal fingers, warm and soft and vibrating deep inside her. The thought of that super strap-on pushing into her as she was bent over that desk, in full view of several customers. The thought of Eros naked and bound, testing out her own 'tentacle monster in a can'.
"Well... That does it." With a small sigh, Amy reached out of the water and picked up the can. Originally she was just going to poke at it, use her powers to see what it was all about. Now? Well... Eros wouldn't be in business if it wasn't safe... Or enjoyable.
Popping the lid off, she held her breath and poured the contents into the bath tub. The powder hit the water with the small hiss of fizz, and at once Amy's powers told her what was going on. Microorganisms, thousands upon millions of them, came to life in the water. They swam about at a rapid clip, linking together into a semisolid mass that thickened the water around her until she was surrounded on all sides.
"Cool." Amy murmured, poking the water as the heat shifted ever so slightly downwards to a more comfortable level. She could feel the thing touching her skin, almost slimy but not disgustingly so, as it slowly began to eat away at her dead skin, like some kind of expensive spa treatment.
Ever so slowly the creature, or rather, the mass of creatures, extended tendrils that wound around her body. It was gentle, sensuous even, caressing across her stomach and arms, winding around her wrists and ankles. A single tendril moved up to massage the back of her neck, as gentle as a lover giving relief after a long and tough day.
More tendrils, like long thin fingers, dug into her back, working at her sore and tense muscles as another set worked on her calves. She relaxed completely, feeling out where it was and what it was doing with her powers even as she felt the numerous strands at work, kneading away her stress.
After what felt like an age the massaging tentacles were joined by more intimate ones. A pair reached up to her bust, coiling around them at the same leisurely pace, like a pair of tongues teasingly working towards her nipples. A second tentacle teased at her thighs, causing her to spread her legs in agitation and anticipation, inviting it onwards and upwards.
But it still came on at the same slow pace, teasing inch by inch up her left thigh, to the fork of her legs. The tip of it, like a warm wet tongue, traced its way up the very edge of her left lower lips, licking from bottom to top before circling her clit gently. Her hips squirmed, but she noticed for the first time how thoroughly bound she really was.
For such a small creature, they certainly were well coordinated. Of course, she could use her powers to escape at any time, but that wasn't the goal. The tongue circled once, twice, three times, before returning down the right side of her needy cunt. Then, with that same teasing movement it moved away, licking down the inside of her right thigh.
"Oh for fuck sake..." Amy groaned, laying her head back in the water as the tentacles continued to work on her muscles, moving on to her lower back. It felt amazing, but all this teasing was getting to her.
A thin tentacle danced across her lips, and she opened her eyes to gaze at it. Like a tongue, teasing her into a kiss, she opened her mouth to embrace it. The taste wasn't unpleasant at all, almost sweet and minty, like a kiss from someone who recently brushed their teeth. The pseudo— tongue tangled with hers, exploring her mouth as it massaged the sensitive muscle within.
The tentacles on her breasts finished their teasing, becoming seemingly content with rhythmically squeezing her chest and toying with her nipples. Not that she'd complain, as she slowly felt her heat beat begin to synchronize with their actions. It felt wonderful, firm enough to be enjoyable without feeling as though her breasts were being mauled. And that feeling only grew as the tentacle between her legs returned once more from its teasing journey.
The tongue-like appendage once more continued to tease her, this time dipping in between her lips as it made its way up and down her needy slit. Her sensitive clit was still ignored, save for occasionally brushing against it with almost accidental motions. The irregularity of it drove her wild, causing her hips to squirm and buck against the soft bindings.
And then it dipped lower, past her positively molten hole, to circle against the tight ring below. That was a new feeling entirely to Amy, who's eyes shot open at the sensation. She'd figured it was a possible result, and mentally she'd prepared for that possibility but... To feel something like a tongue prodding around back there?
