Perfume: The Story of a Sex
It was spring, but the weather felt more like winter; the cold air dried out the skin, the dull sun provided no warmth at all, and the spring birds were silent. My studies, as before, left much to be desired, but that didn't particularly upset me.
On one of these cold days, my goal was to visit a perfume store. There, I wanted to pick out some pheromone perfume for myself. And so, after college, I found myself in one of the largest stores specializing in such products. I practically ran into the store because it was cold outside, and I, like a true March cat, remained faithful to my stockings, dress, and coat.
A pleasant young salesman —
the consultant smiled at me as if he'd seen Pamela Anderson in his shower.— Hello, can I help you with anything?
— You can say "you" informally, not formally. I think it's specifically you who can help me. Could you pick out some pheromone perfume for me, please?
— Really? Are you sure you need it? After all, your appearance already says everything to everyone. Why emphasize your sexuality even more? — he continued to smile and looked me over from head to toe.
— I think this perfume won't be superfluous. Especially considering that not all men react to looks; for many, the cues are smells and voice — I smiled.
— Then I can offer you soft, gentle, classic pheromone perfume. — he said and sprayed the contents of a little blue bottle in my direction, and a fragrant cloud hung around me.
— No, I need something passionate, exciting, loud, unconventional, and of course, sexually charming.
— Then come with me to the back room; there's my little laboratory for making various perfumes and mixtures that attract men to women.
— Let's go, but you're not going to rape me, are you? — I laughed.
— No, what are you talking about!? — he turned away and hissed under his breath, "you'll be doing much more yourself once the narcotic from the little blue bottle takes effect."
We went into the back room; it was a small space, lit by probably 20 halogen bulbs. In the middle stood a long white table, two-thirds of which were occupied by test tubes, flasks, jars, and boxes. A couple of high stools near this table and a small sofa with a globe-shaped bar.
— Have a seat, I'll just find it now — he said with that same unforgettable smile.
I sat and examined the walls of this little room and found a couple of interesting bas-reliefs, and then I suddenly started feeling dizzy. My vision began to darken, the muscles all over my body ached and felt as if they were being twisted inside out. I couldn't move or do anything else, and a light, milky-colored haze appeared before my eyes. I couldn't even ask this perfumer what was happening to me!...
— You don't seem well? Well, yes, your body is still trying to fight the narcotic substance, but you won't be able to come out of this state on your own without me. For now, I'll do whatever I want with you, or rather, I'll say what I want, and you'll do it. That's the beauty of this drug. Now I'll also put you into a state of medical hypnosis to make it easier to control you.
His smile was no longer so sweet but more arousing. In such moments of life, you start to think, why is this happening, why you, and what did you do to deserve this from the whole world? Many philosophical reflections arise; you start analyzing your entire life until the voice of the maniacal perfumer distracts you. It turned out I was as foolish as a true blonde, thinking he just wanted plain sex and that would be the end of it. But it turned out to be much more difficult. He brought a laptop with a webcam and opened a link to a well-known American site where people communicate via webcam. He found a specific person there, with whom he apparently already had an arrangement. They talked in English for about five minutes; with my knowledge of the subject, I only understood "good evening" and "best blond girl." My perfumer took off my coat and whispered in a gentle voice, "Baby, work, you're now playing a stripper for that young man over there."
He started telling me what to do, and I complied because all my attempts at resistance led to nothing. I felt no moral or aesthetic pleasure from arousing some pervert from England via the internet and webcam. The perfumer's voice became more and more familiar and more enchanting, but even my animal instincts weren't as strong as this combination of hypnosis and drugs.
After about 25 minutes of this debauchery, he turned off the chat and took the laptop away. He then, very childishly, started taking apart the sofa and making it up with bed linens. From the globe-bar, he took out a bottle of ambrosial ouzo, poured it into a cognac glass, and drank it. Slightly grimacing, he slowly undressed and, like a good boy, lay down on the bed under the blanket. I, watching all this from the high stool at the table, laughed deeply inside at this failed macho.
He looked at me and in a commanding tone told me to come over to him and take off my dress and boots. After that, he pulled me towards him by the hand.
— Well then, March kitty, let's see how you give a blowjob. I think deep and that's enough, or you'll need to save strength for half the Kama Sutra. — he smiled.
I pulled the blanket off him and saw a not-so-disgusting sight: a rather large erect penis with pulsating veins and a small drop of lubrication on the tip. With the tip of my tongue, I ran over his testicles and moved up to the tip, carefully took it into my mouth, and pressed my lips around the urethra, playing with the tip inside my mouth with my tongue. Then I suddenly took the entire penis in deeply, at which the perfumer arched his back and, grabbing my hair, just held my head and quite zealously fucked my mouth. All the hatred for this character in my life suddenly vanished; I didn't want him to stop. Why, when everyone was feeling so good?! Then he suddenly stopped and pulled out a condom from somewhere; it was bright green with a sweet lime smell—his profession predetermined all the tastes in his life. He sat me on top, facing away from him, and suddenly entered me. Yes, I won't deny, it felt insanely pleasant and good. But, unfortunately, it didn't last long, maybe 20 minutes, and this whole sex epic ended. And then I began to realize that the effects of the drugs and hypnosis had actually worn off. I dressed quickly enough and left the back room. But I left this store with a little blue bottle in my purse, so this is not the last story about hypnosis.