The Toymaker’s Secret: Sex Shop

What if your local sex shop came with a tour guide... and a slow burn sexual awakening?

Welcome to a boutique adult toy store tucked between bakeries and bus stops in Belgrade's Zeleni Venac. It's discreet, clean, surprisingly cozy and fully stocked with everything from silicone pocket pussies to red dragon dildos. But the real secret weapon isn't what's on the shelves. It's Iva.

At 33, she's part sex ed expert, part chaos handler, part undercover flirt. Witty, warm, and unflinchingly unbothered, Iva's used to coaching awkward first timers through their timid questions about lube, cock rings, and "the one that talks dirty in five languages."

Then Stefan walks in. 20 year old, painfully polite, hoodie wrapped, and blushing hard enough to steam the glass cases. He's not cocky. He's not creepy. He's just... curious. And unfortunately? He's also kind of destroying every toy Iva picks up for him.

One ripped egg, one snapped cock ring, and a very awkward hands on demo later, Iva realizes she's dealing with more than just a rookie with strong grip. Stefan's shy, yes but underneath? He's intense. Honest. Surprisingly eager to learn. And maybe just dangerous enough to make even Iva's professional detachment start to crack.

What starts as a crash course in sex toys turns into something else something slower, hotter, and way more complicated than either of them expected. Some would call it grooming and some would call it an experience.

She's supposed to be the expert. He's supposed to be the student. So why does she feel like she's the one getting ruined one toy at a time?

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Zeleni venac random sex shop, Wednesday Afternoon...

The little bell above the door gave a soft jingle as Stefan stepped inside hesitant, as if he expected alarms to go off for stepping into forbidden territory.

He froze just past the threshold.

The air smelled faintly of plastic and cherry lube. Warm lighting bathed the rows of shelves, turning silicone and rubber into glistening curiosities. Vibrators of every shade hummed silently in their packaging. Butt plugs glinted like ornaments on display trees. One aisle was devoted entirely to lubes flavored, tingling, warming, numbing organized with suspicious care.

Stefan looked like he'd walked into a dream someone else was having.

He took a single step forward. His sneakers squeaked on the laminate floor.

He winced. Tugged his hoodie lower. Hands in the pockets. Eyes anywhere but forward.

Every inch of his body radiated don't look at me.

Behind the counter, Iva watched him from over the top of her glasses.

She didn't say anything at first she was busy stacking a pyramid of small butt plugs from the "training series," color coded by size like some strange fitness plan.

But her smile tugged before her lips even moved.

IVA (thinking): Hoodie. Hunched. Pretending to browse. He's either hiding from God or from his mom. Maybe both. Definitely a first timer. Nervous is an understatement. But he looks cute.

When she finally spoke, her voice was warm and smooth the kind that didn't laugh at you, just with you, and only a little.

IVA: "Welcome in. Let me know if you're looking for something specific or just browsing the museum of mysteries."

Stefan jolted like he'd been caught sneaking into the girl's locker room.

STEFAN (mumbling): "Uh... thanks."

His voice cracked halfway through the word. His ears turned pink. Adorable.

He drifted like a ghost with anxiety. Past the harnesses. Past a wall of vibrating panties. He lingered in front of the lubricant rack, pretending to compare "strawberry" to "peppermint climax gel," but mostly just looking for safe space.

Then he made a fatal error.

He rounded the corner into Aisle Three the one Iva jokingly called The Monster Den.

And came face to face with a neon green dildo shaped like a dragon's dick.

His face froze. His mouth opened slightly. He blinked.

STEFAN: "... Is that... supposed to be a...?"

He didn't finish.

IVA (from behind him, suddenly closer): "Fantasy line. Very niche. Think Dungeons & Dragons, but hornier."

He nearly jumped out of his skin.

IVA (thinking): Yep. Deer, meet headlights. This is going to be so much fun.

She let him stare for another second before stepping beside him, arms crossed, expression entirely too casual.

IVA: "Let me guess. First sex shop visit?"

He didn't answer, but his whole face did.

IVA (grinning gently): "It's okay. My name is Iva. We all have our first time somewhere. Yours just happens to involve tentacle dildos and warming lube."

He laughed. Nervous, breathless.

STEFAN: "My name is Stefan nice to meet you and I didn't... I didn't think they'd have, like... this."

He gestured vaguely at a wall of alien themed toys, one of which had suction cups.

IVA: "Yeah, we cater to explorers. You look more like someone looking for a friendly tour guide."

Her smile softened, her tone sliding from teasing to genuinely kind.

IVA (thinking): He's not a creep. Not a frat boy. He's just curious. Shy. Sweet. And he looks at everything like it might bite.

This was her favorite part of the job.

The scared ones. The sweet ones. The ones who needed a little help.

Eventually after circling the lubes three times and nearly walking into a bondage mannequin Stefan found himself at the front counter.

He didn't so much walk up as approach with caution, like a stray cat unsure if the hand reaching out would pet him or grab him.

His eyes darted across the register display: cock rings in heart shaped tins, vibrating bullets in glittery packaging, little "mini strokers" shaped like anime mouths. He gulped.

STEFAN (quietly): "Do you... um... do you sell... guy stuff?"

Iva didn't blink.

IVA (pleasantly): "Guy stuff is most of aisle two and a third of aisle four. You'll have to be more specific. Are we talking rings, sleeves, toys that suck, stroke, or talk dirty?"

She delivered it with the air of a woman asking if he wanted still or sparkling water breezy, professional, but with just enough tease to make him squirm.

He blinked. His mouth opened. Then closed.

STEFAN (helplessly): "I think it's called a... pocket thing? Like, fake... uh, a girl?"

There was something painfully sincere in the way he said it like even naming it out loud was an act of bravery.

IVA (nodding): "Ahhh. A pocket pussy. Or a Fleshlight, if you want brand name."

She said it kindly. No smirk, no judgment. Just facts. Warmed by a slight smile.

Then, leaning in just a little like sharing state secrets over a register full of lube packets she added:

IVA (grinning): "Pop quiz: What's the difference between a pocket pussy and a masturbator?"

He stared at her.

Like she'd asked him to explain cryptocurrency. Or quantum mechanics. While standing in front of five silicone butts with suction cups.

STEFAN (genuinely confused): "... One... costs more?"

She let out a low, amused laugh that made him flinch and smile at the same time.

IVA (teasing): "Close enough. You're not wrong. But now I have to educate you. C'mon."

She nodded for him to follow, pushing off the counter with that casual, confident stride that said yes, I can absolutely talk about fake vaginas with a straight face at three in the afternoon.

IVA (thinking): God, he's adorable. Like a virgin who wandered into an R rated safari. And now I'm the tour guide with a clipboard and a devil on her shoulder.

Iva guided him toward the back of the shop, where the lights were slightly warmer and the displays a touch more refined less neon, more boutique.

The aisle was a sleek gallery of self pleasure. A wall of options laid out in neat rows like decadent desserts: clear textured sleeves that sparkled under the lighting, matte black cylinders that could've passed for Bluetooth speakers, discreet tubes labeled in foreign scripts, even a few hyper realistic pieces displayed in soft velvet cradles like collector's items.

Stefan's eyes were already overwhelmed. His brain looked like it was buffering.

She reached up and pulled down one of the mid range boxes a transparent model with a sculpted mouth entrance and ribbed tunnel visible through the side. She opened it halfway, letting him glimpse the soft, inviting texture inside.

IVA (matter of factly): "Okay. This is your standard male toy. Simulates internal texture suction, friction, rhythm. You lube it up, slide in, and go to town. Some models vibrate. Some have suction chambers. Some even heat up or sync with an app. Some... moan."

His eyebrows shot up like she'd told him it could sing opera.

STEFAN (genuinely): "... They moan?"

IVA (grinning): "Welcome to the future, my friend. There's an AI one that dirty talks in five languages. I think it even compliments your thrusting speed."

He laughed softly, but it had that nervous edge like he wasn't sure if she was joking or if sex tech had actually crossed into sci fi territory. (It had.)

Iva watched his fingers twitch slightly, like he wasn't sure whether he was allowed to touch anything.

IVA (thinking): He's fighting the urge to poke the display. Like it might purr if he pets it right.

She pointed further down the aisle, toward a much more humble display: egg shaped containers in neat pastel rows.

IVA: "But if you're new and I mean new new I'd actually start you with these. Tenga eggs. Compact, discreet, cheap, and shockingly effective. Each one has a different interior texture. They stretch to fit, so you don't have to worry about..."

She trailed off her eyes flickering, just for half a heartbeat, toward his hips.

She didn't mean to. It just... happened.

IVA (thinking): Focus. Don't think about it. Yeah he looks cute and all but he is so much younger.

She composed herself instantly, sliding one of the eggs into his hand like she was handing him a travel size shampoo.

IVA (brightly): "This one's got a 'twister' pattern. Great grip, lots of spiral texture. Kind of like a handjob with a twist. Think of it as training wheels for your dick."

He stared at it like it might hatch.

STEFAN: "It's... smaller than I thought."

IVA (cheerfully): "They're stretchy. Like, really stretchy. These little guys are underestimated. Don't let the size fool you they expand, hug you tight, and don't judge your technique."

He nodded slowly, taking it seriously.

STEFAN: "Okay. Yeah. That sounds... safe."

IVA (thinking): Oh no. He used the word "safe." Awww such a sweetheart.

She smiled instead professional, composed, but just warm enough to keep him feeling seen.

Iva reached down and plucked a foil packet from the wall clear gel, water based, with a subtle mint green label.

She held it up like a sacred relic.

IVA (informative, mock serious): "Rule number one of toy survival: water based only with silicone toys. Oil will mess them up. Ruin the texture, degrade the material... potentially fuse your toy to your dick like some kind of erotic cyborg malfunction."

She tilted her head.

IVA (grinning): "Unless you're into that. 'Fleshlight: Judgment Day.'"

Stefan gave a short, startled laugh half nerves, half genuine amusement.

STEFAN: "Oh. Okay. Got it. That sounds... important."

He glanced at the packet in her hand like it might explode if handled wrong.

IVA (teasing, playfully arched brow): "You're taking mental notes like I'm prepping you for finals."

STEFAN (nodding, deadpan): "Yeah."

He was completely serious. Eyes focused, expression oddly solemn like she'd just revealed sacred sex wisdom handed down from the ancients.

IVA (thinking): That's so sweet I could bottle it. Jesus. He's actually absorbing this like it's gospel. I could tell him lube attracts aliens and he'd probably Google it later just in case.

She held out the packet for him to take. He did so with gentle fingers, like he thought squeezing it might trigger a self destruct sequence.

Then, from behind the counter, she produced a small folded pamphlet glossy cover, playful title: "Toy Cleaning & Care 101: Because Hygiene is Sexy." There was a cartoon drawing of a stroker in a bubble bath, complete with rubber duck.

She tapped the cover once.

IVA: "Cleaning's not just about not being gross. It extends the toy's lifespan and keeps everything feeling good. Warm water, unscented soap or toy cleaner. Let it air dry. Don't bake it on your radiator."

Stefan's eyes widened just slightly.

STEFAN: "... People do that?"

IVA (dryly): "People do a lot of things that end with emergency room visits and hard to explain burns."

He nodded, folding the pamphlet carefully and slipping it into his hoodie pocket like it was top secret intel from a government black site.

STEFAN: "Thanks. Seriously."

IVA (thinking): He's gonna read that in bed tonight, isn't he? Like a bedtime story. God, I want to see his face when he gets to the section on lube temperature play.

Iva reached for the small white capsule on the shelf a soft Tenga egg, still in its plastic wrapper and held it out like a peace offering.

IVA (lightly teasing): "Here. Your first official egg. May it serve you well and crack open exciting things."

Stefan reached to take it.

Their fingers touched just barely, just a graze but it was enough.

He jolted slightly, startled like she'd passed him a live wire instead of a sex toy.

The egg slipped from his grasp.

STEFAN: "Oh!"

It hit the edge of the display stand beside them a clear acrylic riser full of cock rings in neat little boxes. The riser wobbled.

Then, in cruel slow motion, four boxes of cock rings toppled like dominos and clattered to the floor with a soft cascade of plastic and embarrassment.

STEFAN (red faced): "Sorry! I didn't I didn't mean"

IVA (chuckling): "No worries. Happens all the time. You're officially baptized now. Welcome to the Temple of Awkward Dropped Toys."

She crouched down to help without hesitation, scooping up one of the boxes. Stefan dropped to his knees beside her, grabbing another and in the process, their hands brushed again.

This time, palm against palm. Warmer. Lingering just a fraction of a second too long.

Both of them froze.

A breath caught in the space between them.

They didn't look at each other right away.

IVA (thinking): Okay. Okay. That was nothing. Static. Flesh static. Friendly customer contact. It's not sexual unless you make it sexual. God, he smells like clean laundry and nervous sweat. Why does that make my thighs clench? No Iva stop it he is a customer.

She cleared her throat.

He shifted back slightly, carefully placing one of the cock ring boxes on the lowest shelf like it was a priceless artifact.

STEFAN (quietly): "Sorry again. I should've been more careful."

IVA (smiling): "It's okay. Toys are meant to be touched. Besides, I think that display was cursed anyway."

They both laughed a little too loudly, a little too fast.

Then, slowly, they stood again, the moment folding itself back into something normal. Almost.

Almost.

Before the tension between them could even settle into something manageable, the bell over the door chimed again.

Stefan instinctively straightened like he'd been caught doing something illegal which, in his mind, was probably just being there.

Through the door strolled a man dressed like he'd just come from either a leather bar or a Mad Max reboot. Tight black mesh shirt clinging to a toned torso, open leather vest, and a smile far too confident for a Wednesday afternoon.

CUSTOMER (cheerfully loud): "Hey! Do you have anything with spikes that's safe for anal?"

Stefan's expression shifted instantly.

Eyes wide.

Jaw slightly parted.

The pure, unfiltered what the fuck carved into every line of his posture.

He didn't just freeze he spiritually evacuated.

STEFAN (whispering): "... Did he just say?"

IVA (deadpan, without even looking): "No spike play today, Tom. Remember the hospital trip?"

TOM (cheerfully unconcerned): "Oh, right! The internal bleeding. Pegging accessories?"

IVA (smooth as silk): "Aisle four, left side, under 'Beginner Kits'. Red one's the most popular. Comes with a starter plug and a harness that won't snap mid thrust. Go with the silicone one the leather chafes if you don't oil it properly."

TOM: "You're a queen. Love you!"

He threw her a two finger salute and wandered deeper into the store, humming what sounded suspiciously like a Britney Spears remix.

Stefan just... stared at her.

Like she'd just performed some kind of erotic exorcism.

STEFAN (still blinking): "... You just... knew that. Off the top of your head."

IVA (grinning): "This is the Velvet Pulse, not amateur hour."

IVA (thinking): God, that look on his face. Like I just cast a spell. Keep watching me like that, sweetheart. I'll give you a real education.

Decision Time

She held the Tenga egg delicately between her fingers, like it was some mystical artifact, not a discreet silicone orb designed to stretch and moan silently under friction.

IVA "You want to start here. Trust me. It's simple. No buttons. No batteries. Disposable after five or six uses more if you're gentle, fewer if you're... not."

She raised an eyebrow, letting the implication dangle.

Stefan stared at the thing like it might hatch in his palm.

STEFAN "Gentle... right."

His voice was barely above a mumble, but there was a flicker of curiosity under the nervousness now. A little spark of something that wanted to understand.

IVA (softening) "If you like it, we upgrade you next time. Think of it like your tutorial level."

He nodded slowly, clearly trying to summon confidence from somewhere under that hoodie.

STEFAN "Okay. Yeah. That sounds... safe."

IVA (thinking): God, that word. Safe. He says it like he's talking about crossing a bridge made of glass. Adorable. And I want to know what happens when he stops playing safe. At the Register

She led the way back to the counter, moving with her usual smooth confidence. Stefan followed, clutching the egg and lube like he'd just stolen sacred artifacts from a forbidden temple.

She rang him up swiftly the egg, a little water based lube sampler, and his beloved pamphlet on toy hygiene that she slipped in like a mother tucking a lunchbox note into a schoolbag.

IVA "Anything else for today? Or should we call this Mission: Not So Impossible?"

His mouth twitched at the corners almost a smile.

STEFAN "This is... not as scary as I thought."

IVA (grinning) "You survived your first sex shop visit. Congratulations. You're officially an adult now."

She handed him the brown paper bag, her fingers grazing his for just a second longer than necessary. He noticed of course he did but didn't pull away.

IVA (thinking): Come back, shy boy. I want to see what kind of trouble you'll grow into.

He gave her a bashful smile, soft and genuine.

STEFAN "Thanks... really. You're, um... really helpful."

IVA "Helpful is one of my many superpowers. Come back when you're ready for level two."

She winked.

And for the first time, Stefan didn't look away.

He just blushed... and smiled harder.

The bell gave its usual cheerful ding as the door closed behind him.

Iva leaned back against the counter, the soft clink of lube bottles settling in their tray filling the sudden quiet.

She folded her arms, lips twitching.

IVA (thinking): Hope he has fun using that egg. Anyway he will be back soon, once he ruins it i guess.

Her gaze lingered on the door for a beat too long as if half expecting it to swing back open. Then she turned, shaking her head at herself.

IVA (thinking): Better start prepping the upgrades now. Silicone sleeves? Cock rings? Or maybe... something that more life sized shaped.

She ran her fingers along the edge of the stroker shelf, stopping at the premium display a black case with gold accents and a deep red label.

IVA (softly, to herself): You're not ready for this one yet, rookie. But when you are this toy will rock your worl.

A smirk curved her lips. But it wasn't just amusement it was curiosity. And something else she didn't want to name just yet.

IVA (thinking): It's not just personality i'm working about. It's the way he looks at everything like he's trying to learn the world by touching it. God, what would it feel if some of my ex's were that sweet ahhhh? Ohh wishful thinking.

She cleared her throat and turned back to reorganizing the lubes.

Zeleni Venac at the Sex Shop, One Week Later

The little bell over the shop door gave its signature ding, cheerful and innocent completely at odds with the shelves of pulsing silicone and throbbing intent that lined the store.

Iva didn't glance up immediately. She was hunched behind the counter with a box cutter in one hand and a box of vibrating panties in the other frowning at the packing slip that said remote controls included. It lied. Again.

IVA (calling out): "If you're here about the 'KissMe Kegel Egg,' the remotes are backordered blame logistics and late stage capitalism."

She finally looked up.

And blinked.

There he was again.

Same hoodie. Same slouched shoulders. But his gait was... different. Not exactly confident, but purposeful like someone who'd made a promise to himself in the mirror and was still working up the nerve to keep it.

IVA (thinking): Oh, it's him. Mr. Heart attack at the dragon dildo. Back so soon? Be still, my smut loving heart.

He hesitated a few steps from the counter, eyes flicking around not with panic this time, but with nervous familiarity. Like a cat returning to a house it once ran from.

Iva straightened up slowly, letting the box of rogue panties sit abandoned.

IVA (thinking): Still fidgety. Still awkward. But there's something different. Is that a glimmer of intent behind those puppy eyes? Did our sweet virgin survive his first Tengaegg?... Or did he ruin it?

She offered a crooked half smile, amused and unreadable.

IVA: "Well look who's back. Did your egg hatch or explode?"

Stefan approached the counter more directly than before still shy, yes, but no longer paralyzed by it. His hands were deep in his hoodie pockets, his gaze unsure but determined, like a kid turning in a failed science project and hoping to get partial credit for effort.

STEFAN "Hi. Uh... about the egg."

Iva tilted her head, eyebrow already halfway to her hairline. She closed the drawer she'd been sorting inventory into and leaned on the counter, giving him her full attention.

IVA (raising an eyebrow) "And?"

He glanced around, as if worried someone might overhear. There were no other customers just him and her and the low thrum of a playlist that currently featured something sultry and bass heavy.

A pause.

He exhaled.

STEFAN "It... sort of broke."

A beat.

IVA "... Broke."

He nodded, tugging at the hem of his hoodie now like it owed him money.

STEFAN "I used it. Like you said to. Lubed it up and... yeah. Just followed what you told me."

She blinked. Not in judgment in calculation. Her mind already replayed the toy's tensile limits. The stretch rating. The texture core. The fact that it was designed for a very forgiving range of lengths and girths.

IVA (thinking): Either he misunderstood "use" in a profound and terrifying way... Or he is overly hyped masturbator.

Her eyes narrowed, amused now. Not mocking curious. Genuinely intrigued.

IVA (dryly) "Stefan. That egg is made from stretch silicone. One size fits most. 'Most' being a generous category. What exactly did you do to it?"

STEFAN "I dunno... it felt good. I guess I went a little hard. I didn't think it would rip. It just, like... tore."

He looked mortified. She looked delighted.

IVA (thinking): God, he's serious. He's not bragging. He's not posturing. He really just shoved himself in that thing like a piston and snapped it like a wishbone. Sweet. Blushy. Terrifying. Well i guess boys his age are very horny so plausable if he really used it that much.

She kept her tone neutral, but her smile twitched at the corners.

IVA (aloud) "Well. No judgment. The eggs are for sampling not for structural integrity testing. Sounds like you're ready to graduate to something sturdier."

He nodded again quickly, gratefully.

She didn't miss the flicker of embarrassment in his eyes. Or the way his shoulders eased the moment she didn't mock him. That small, unspoken trust settled between them like steam rising from warm skin.

IVA (thinking): I should give him a medal. Or at least a warning label. But yeah... let's get him something that won't explode mid session.

Iva motioned Stefan toward a sleek glass display case beside the register its interior softly lit, like a jewelry showcase. Rows of rings gleamed beneath the surface: black silicone, polished chrome, adjustable leather, and a few that looked more like sci fi props than pleasure tools.

She stopped in front of the most approachable set. No spikes. No zippers. Just smooth silicone in a matte finish, resting like coiled patience.

IVA "Okay. Let's talk cock rings."

That phrase alone made Stefan freeze like she'd suggested a blood pact.

His eyes widened not quite scandalized, but definitely fighting the urge to bolt.

STEFAN "I thought those were, like... BDSM? Or for... I dunno. Freakier stuff."

IVA "A common misconception."

She crouched slightly to open the case and plucked a ring from a discreet black tray, turning it in her fingers as she explained. Her tone was steady, casual like a barista explaining espresso types, not a woman handing a boy a device to stretch around his erection.

IVA (smirking) "They're more functional than fetish. Blood flow management, stamina enhancement, delayed climax. Simple mechanics, really. Though yes -- if you're creative, you can tie them into kink play."

She straightened and held the ring out to him. Not pushing offering.

He hesitated, then took it. It looked comically small in his palm.

IVA "This one's beginner friendly. Medical grade silicone, flexible but firm. Smooth edges, nothing harsh. You wait until you're hard, then slide it down to the base like a collar for your cock."

He cleared his throat and studied it like it might start vibrating in his hand.

IVA "You can wear it around just the shaft, or... loop it behind the balls, too."

STEFAN "... Behind the?"

He was blushing again. Full face this time, even to the tips of his ears. The kind of blush that crept up his neck like spilled wine on fabric.

IVA (grinning) "Yes. Behind the boys. Not mandatory, but some guys say it gives extra pressure. A little constriction. More intensity."

She let the pause linger just enough to make him squirm.

IVA (softly, teasing) "No medals awarded for bravery, though. If you don't want the full harness experience yet, base only is totally fine."

She watched him fidget thumb running the edge of the ring. He looked thoughtful. Still quiet, but the curiosity was clear now.

IVA (thinking): And there it is. That spark. That what else don't I know yet? look. God, he turns pink so fast. I bet he does that when he No. No, Iva. Stop it. You're the educator, not the erotic daydream factory.

She shoved the thought aside and leaned casually on the counter.

IVA (playfully stern) "Rule of thumb: if it's too tight, or your junk starts turning purple take it off. Immediately. This is not the time for 'no pain, no gain.'"

Stefan gave a nervous half laugh, still rolling the ring between his fingers like a nervous coin flip.

She let the silence hold. Not heavy. Just curious.

Then gently she tapped the glass above the remaining rings.

IVA "There are fancier ones. Dual rings. Vibration. Textured inner lining. But for now? Simple is sexy."

IVA (thinking): And frankly, I bet you look so adorable when you cum. God help me, I want to see it. Focus Iva WTF.

Iva reached below the counter and pulled out a small velvet tray with a half dozen cock rings in various shapes and finishes, arranging them like she was presenting gemstones. Stefan leaned in slightly, eyes wide not in lust, but in that unmistakable student at a science fair kind of awe.

IVA "Different materials do different things."

She tapped each one in turn like she was introducing players in a lineup.

IVA "Metal? Rigid. Intense. It looks sleek, feels cold, and doesn't budge once it's on. Great for guys who like the pressure and have confidence in their measurements."

She picked up the glimmering steel loop and rolled it between her fingers, then set it back down.

IVA "Leather? Adjustable. More for the aesthetic the dom/sub look, the whole sex dungeon but make it fashion vibe. Not always practical, but hot if you're in the mood."

Then she lifted one of the silicone rings again and gave it a gentle tug, stretching it a few inches before letting it snap softly back.

IVA "Silicone is your best bet for now. Flexible, body safe, super forgiving. Won't snap on you mid session like a rubber band of betrayal."

Stefan chuckled and nodded like he was absorbing a college lecture. His gaze moved from ring to ring, like he was trying to figure out which one belonged in his hypothetical nightstand.

Stefan lingered behind her, eyes flitting uncertainly between her hands and the array of toys spread across the countertop. Iva followed his gaze, then casually glanced over her shoulder at the wall mounted shelf behind them.

"Actually..." she murmured, turning and walking over to it.

Stefan's eyes widened slightly as she reached up there, displayed with almost surgical neatness, was a whole collection of dildos in varying sizes, colors, and shapes. Some smooth and clinical looking, others textured and bold. Without a second thought, Iva picked one of the middle sized ones average in length, girth, and overall intimidation factor and carried it back to the counter.

She placed it down with a soft thud, then plucked the cock ring from beside him.

"Here," she said, sliding it over the shaft of the toy with smooth efficiency. "This is how it should look. Not forced, not squeezing the life out of it just snug. Like a firm hug."

Stefan shifted. Something about the sight of her holding the dildo, sliding the ring on like it was a condom demo in sex ed, sent a jolt of heat and embarrassment through him. His posture dipped, chin tucking slightly, and the line of his shoulders tensed.

She noticed. Immediately. The drop in energy, the way his expression flickered just slightly not annoyance, not boredom. Vulnerability.

Her brows lifted with a quick flash of concern. She softened her voice.

"Hey, hey..." she coaxed gently, reaching for another one a smaller dildo this time, thinner, more beginner friendly. She raised it like it was part of a toy review, playful and disarming. "It even works with the little guys too, look"

She slipped the same cock ring over the smaller toy, just as deftly. But something in her chest tugged as she said it.

She'd thought he was embarrassed because maybe he was insecure worried he didn't measure up. But just as she was demonstrating the ring, she caught him. His eyes drifted just for a second up toward the shelf again. Past the toys she had in hand. Toward the bigger ones.

His glance was brief, but telling. It wasn't insecurity in being less. It was the silent comparison to more.

And then he looked down again. Not at the toy this time, but at her. Right into her eyes.

Something clicked inside her. A quiet understanding.

She hesitated, then awkwardly, but with a kind of breezy confidence only she could pull off reached for one of the largest toys on the shelf. Thick. Girthy. A statement. She brought it over and rolled the cock ring over its head with the same practiced ease.

"Just saying," she added, tone cool and clinical, "it works even on... let's say, the above average ones too."

He looked up again same spot, same shelf. She caught it. Again.

But this time, he exhaled and murmured, "Okay. Okay. I understand."

IVA "Comfortable pressure is the goal. Not anaconda choking your balls energy."

Stefan blinked, then snorted. And then, to her surprise, he laughed. Really laughed a warm, unguarded sound that cracked straight through the leftover awkward tension like sunlight breaking cloud.

STEFAN "Got it. No cock tourniquets."

IVA "Exactly."

She grinned, folding her arms and leaning one hip against the counter.

IVA "See? You're learning."

IVA (thinking): God, that laugh. It's not just shy it's sweet. Gentle. Like he still doesn't realize he i can read him so easy. I swear if i was younger i would soo date this boy.

Stefan lingered a step behind his fingers brushing the edge of a display like it might ground him. His brows furrowed, and he opened his mouth once, closed it, then tried again.

STEFAN "Can I ask something... kind of dumb?"

Iva didn't look at him right away. She was scanning a barcode on a bottle of warming lube, but her tone was calm and immediate.

IVA "Stefan, you're in a shop that sells alien dildos, vibrating chastity cages, and edible lube in seven flavors of regret. There are no dumb questions here."

He gave a nervous laugh, but it faded quickly. His shoulders curled in again, hoodie sleeves stretched down over his knuckles. Then:

STEFAN "Does using toys and lube mean something's... wrong with you? Like, if you can't just... you know?"

The scanner beeped quietly.

Iva set the bottle down. Slowly. Deliberately.

Her teasing smile softened not gone, but gentled. She met his eyes fully for the first time in that moment, and something shifted.

IVA "Absolutely not."

She leaned forward, arms folded, voice steady.

IVA "That's like saying you're weak for using running shoes instead of sprinting barefoot over gravel. Or that headphones ruin music just because they enhance how you hear it. Toys don't replace you they just... elevate the experience."

IVA "And more importantly? Exploring your own body doesn't mean you're broken. It means you give a damn about your own pleasure. And that? That's hot."

Stefan blinked, stunned into stillness for a second. His mouth opened like he wanted to say something to agree, or protest, or maybe just breathe but nothing came out.

Instead, he nodded.

STEFAN "Oh. Okay. Thanks."

There was a pause.

A quiet that wasn't awkward, for once. Just... still.

IVA (thinking): God. Who hurt you, sweetheart? Or maybe no one did. Maybe you're just kind. Untouched. Waiting for someone to show you it doesn't have to feel like shame.

She reached beneath the counter, pulled out a slim pamphlet with a neon blue cover, and slid it into his paper bag with a playful flick.

IVA "Bonus reading material. Beginner's Guide to Rings, Rigs, and Refractory Periods. Don't worry, there's no quiz. Unless you're into that."

STEFAN (soft chuckle) "Thanks. Again. Seriously."

She folded the top of the bag, sealing it like it held something sacred. Their hands brushed when she passed it over not clumsy this time, not accidental.

This time, it lingered.

Just a fraction of a second too long.

Enough to register heat. Contact. Permission.

IVA (thinking): God, he's gentle. Polite. Too polite. Either he's the sweetest thing on Earth... Or i'm helping him find how kinky he is. So basically i'm ruining him slowly.

Stefan turned, the paper bag tucked carefully to his chest like it was breakable.

Then he paused.

STEFAN "You're, um... really good at this."

She tilted her head, smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

IVA "I hope you mean the job... and not just cock ring fitting."

The words landed and bloomed across his face like a sunburn.

He flushed. Brilliant red. Practically glowing.

IVA (thinking): Jesus, he turns pink like a sunrise. I swear to god if he ever learns how hot that is...

He gave a small, bashful shake of his head half smile, half overload and turned to leave.

She watched him cross the shop floor, a little less hunched this time, his steps a shade more confident. There was still that boyish awkwardness in his shoulders but now it came with momentum. With curiosity.

The bell above the door jingled as he stepped out into the daylight.

Iva leaned back against the counter and folded her arms, lips quirking upward despite herself.

IVA (thinking): If he comes back next week for more i for sure need to ask him some things.

... For science.

She rolled her eyes at her own brain and turned toward the shelf of vibrating cages.

And maybe just maybe she started imagining what she'd recommend for Level Three.

Sex Shop, Early Afternoon Friday

The bell above the door gave its usual metallic jingle, but Iva didn't even glance up.

She was already smirking.

IVA (thinking): If that's who I think it is my day will get so much better now.

She turned and yep. Hoodie, slightly wrinkled. Jeans hanging a little lower than last week. That careful, guilty stride like he was walking into confessional.

IVA "Let me guess. You microwaved it this time?"

STEFAN (embarrassed laugh) "No. Not exactly."

He approached the counter and reached into the brown paper bag he was holding the same one she'd packed for him a week ago.

Out came the cock ring.

Snapped clean through. Split at the seam like a broken promise.

IVA (raising her eyebrows) "... Stefan."

STEFAN "I know."

IVA "That was medical grade silicone."

STEFAN "I know."

She picked up the two limp halves, holding them delicately between gloved fingers like evidence in a crime drama.

IVA "You know they're rated to stretch...."

He scratched the back of his neck.

STEFAN "Yeah, well... I guess I found the limit."

She stared at him.

Then at the ring.

Then back at him.

IVA (thinking): Okay. So the egg popped. Now the ring snapped. If he tells me next the floor cracked during thrusting, I'm putting a red flag on his file. Or marrying him.

IVA (dryly): "So. I take it you're here for a refund? Or to report a medical emergency?"

STEFAN "I was actually... wondering if there's something else I could try? Something... stronger?"

She studied him the slightly pink cheeks, the hopeful tilt of his voice. The way he said stronger like he was genuinely trying to be respectful about it.

IVA "Alright. You've officially graduated from 'Beginner Curious' to 'Advanced Chaos'."

She turned and walked toward aisle two, motioning for him to follow.

IVA "If the rings can't keep up, maybe it's time to skip ahead a few levels?"

STEFAN "Like... another egg?"

IVA "Kid, you're past eggs. We're talking pocket pussies. Fleshlights. The whole buffet."

His eyes widened slightly. She could see the gears turning in his brain processing the terminology, trying to stay cool.

STEFAN "Oh. Uh... okay. Yeah. I've heard of those."

IVA (grinning): "Now's your chance to meet them in person."

She turned the corner, hips swaying just enough to be unfair.

Behind her, Stefan followed unsure if he was walking into a product demo or a rite of passage.

Sex Shop, Aisle Two "Pocket Pussy & Simulate" Section

The shelf stretched nearly ten feet, glowing faintly under soft LED strips. Iva stopped in front of it and gestured broadly like a game show hostess revealing the grand prize.

IVA Behold. The wall of womanhood."

Rows and rows of pocket pussies. Some sleek and discreet. Some translucent, pink, fleshy. A few boxed in dramatic packaging with women in garters and high heels on the cover. A clear split: beginner models, premium lines, and the kind that looked like they came with a Spotify playlist of breathy moans.

STEFAN(nervously)"There's a lot more of them than I expected."

IVA"Welcome to the buffet. We've got mouth, pussy, ass, combo sets, full pockets, travel size, fantasy line. And of course the celebrity collection."

She pointed toward a vertical rack labeled: PornStar Signature Line. The names read like a hall of fame: Riley, Abella Danger, Violet, Madison, Mia full canal molds modeled after real people's anatomy.

IVA"Now comes the real test."

She turned to him, arms crossed, a wicked smile growing.

IVA" Who do you jerk off to, Stefan?"

STEFAN (stunned)"Wha uh I mean... that's kind of personal, isn't it?"

IVA" Sex toy selection is personal. Consider this informed consumer research. Come on, tell me one. Just one."

He looked around like the aisle might offer him escape.

STEFAN (mumbling)"Abella... maybe."

IVA (smirking)"Ahh. Abella. America's sweetheart. Flexible, enthusiastic, loves eye contact. Great choice."

She pulled down the Abella model from the shelf and turned the box in her hands.

IVA" Good internal texture on this one. Ribbed and spiraled with a slightly tighter entry. Simulates vaginal depth more than bounce. Less cushion, more grip."

She offered it to him like a sacred relic.

IVA" This one's for stroke rhythm, not slam sessions. You'll want to pace yourself unless you want me filing another toy homicide report."

STEFAN (taking the box slowly)"I'll be careful."

IVA (thinking): No, you won't.

IVA" Also, don't forget your holy trinity: lube, cleaner, powder. You want her to last more than two sessions, treat her like a lady."

She winked and turned, already grabbing a mini bottle of lube and a soft bristled cleaning brush from the shelf behind.

IVA" And powder the canal after it dries. Keeps the texture like new. Like skin."

He nodded, still processing the level of detail.

STEFAN" Feels like I'm adopting a pet."

IVA" You're adopting an experience. Think of it like... self care. With suction."

She handed him the rest of the kit.

IVA" Go slow. Warm it first if you can. Don't use boiling water or you'll ruin her. And for the love of all things erotic, don't put her in the dishwasher."

STEFAN (smiling, bashful)" Got it. No boiling. No dishwashing. Treat her like a lady."

She gave him a nod of approval, then lowered her voice just slightly.

IVA" You're ready, Stefan."

As she rang up the pocket pussy, lube, and a bottle of toy cleaner, Iva dropped the toy into a nondescript brown paper bag like it was contraband.

She handed it over with both hands, smirking.

IVA "Handle with care. She's seen some things. Hopefully not you at full speed."

STEFAN (awkward laugh) "I'll... try to take it slow this time."

IVA "No promises necessary. Just don't give her whiplash."

He flushed a little but smiled the kind of smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth before he could stop it.

She leaned in, voice dropping just enough to tease:

IVA "And remember: warm her up first. She's silicone, not steel. Unless you're into resistance training."

STEFAN "Got it. Warm... gentle... no power drills."

IVA (grinning) "Atta boy."

He turned to leave, bag clutched like it held something holy.

The bell jingled behind him as the door shut.

Iva exhaled, leaned on the counter, and watched the empty doorway for a beat too long.

IVA (thinking): Hope he won't ruin that toy too. But if he does one upgrade at a time.

Tuesday, 2:14 PM Sex Shop, Slow Shift

The store was quiet. Midweek was always like this a slow drip of regulars, curious browsers, and the occasional "I'm buying this for a friend" customer who very much was not.

Iva swept up behind the counter, aimlessly sorting a basket of mini vibes that never stayed in their display bin.

Outside, the sunlight filtered through the security bars like lazy prison stripes across the floor.

She turned her attention to the Dildo Wall.

Towering, glossy silicone. Lifelike and not so lifelike. Realistic. Fantasy. Some with double ends. Some with suction cups that could defy physics.

Iva sighed and picked up a bottle of toy cleaner, spritzed a microfiber cloth, and started working her way from the bottom row up.

IVA (muttering to herself): "Alright, we got The Diplomat, The Destroyer, and The Warlord XL... Jesus."

She held one up, turning it side to side in the light.

Not quite comically large but enough to intimidate anyone not used to seeing a foot long toy hanging off a shelf bracket.

IVA (thinking): Ever since that day with the cock ring i was wondering what size did you look at Stefan.

She paused, cloth in hand, as her gaze drifted toward the ceiling for a moment.

IVA (thinking): How many times would he use that pocket pussy i a day i wonder.

She bent down and polished the base of one suction dildo average one.

IVA (muttering): If that one's four and a half inches... and TeengaEgg ripped clean through the back on day two... and the ring snapped at what he said was half mast...

She tilted her head, almost analytical.

IVA (thinking): Seven, maybe eight and a half inches is the Abella pocket pussy.

She caught herself staring, blinked twice, and stood up fast.

IVA (aloud to no one): Okay. That's enough mentally measuring customers' dicks for one shift.

The bell above the door jingled.

She perked up just a little too fast only to find it was a middle aged woman in yoga pants looking for a clit vibe "quiet enough to use during meditation."

Iva pasted on her retail smile and guided her toward the Ohm Wand.

Minutes passed. An hour.

She wiped down the lube shelf. Restocked the blindfold bin. Rearranged the display of cute pastel buttplugs no one ever touched.

Still no Stefan.

IVA (thinking): Where the hell is he?

She checked the clock again.

Then the front window.

Then the broken peg hook where Abella's model used to hang.

Her fingers hovered over it just a second too long.

IVA (softly, to herself): I should've asked what kind of porn he watched with it.

She didn't realize she was smiling until a customer asked for help... again.

She was zoomed out for the rest of the work day.

Sex Shop, Thursday Afternoon

The door jingled.

Iva didn't even glance up at first she was behind the counter, knee deep in restocking bullet vibes into color coded bins.

Then she heard the familiar shuffle step shoulder hunch walk.

She froze mid bin.

IVA (thinking): "Is it him?"

She looked up. Yep. Hoodie, jeans, nervous smile. Stefan.

But this time he was carrying something.

A small black plastic bag with a clear container inside the kind that usually held a pocket pussy. Only this one... didn't look right.

He stepped up to the counter, sheepish but determined.

STEFAN: "Hi, um. So, I figured I should bring this back just in case it, like... helps?"

IVA (raising an eyebrow): "Helps... what, exactly?"

He gently set the item on the counter like he was returning a wounded bird. Iva glanced down. Her eyes widened slightly.

The pocket pussy was split down the back -- a clean rupture from the end of the vaginal canal all the way through the base. The material warped. Stretched.

It looked like it had been turned inside out by force.

IVA: "... That's Abella, isn't it?"

STEFAN: "Yeah. I think I broke her."

He was dead serious. Not a joke in sight.

Iva blinked. Looked from the toy, to him, to the toy again.

IVA: "She's made of platinum cured silicone. What did you do, put her in the dryer on high?"

STEFAN (earnest): "No, no, I used it like you said. Just with lube and everything. But like... after a while, it felt too tight? And I couldn't get all the way in."

IVA (mouth dry): "All the way in."

STEFAN (nodding): "Yeah. Like, I was only using part of it. So at some point, it just sort of... started to feel it split. At the back. But actually?"

He leaned in slightly, voice lower, as if sharing the secret to immortality.

STEFAN: "... It felt better after that. When the back tore open? I could move deeper. More freely. Like, the suction wasn't fighting me anymore."

Iva stared.

She blinked.

Twice.

IVA (thinking): He just casually confessed to modifying a sex toy with nothing but girth and determination. Is he trying to make me combust?

IVA (aloud, dry): "You... improved it by breaking it."

STEFAN: "I mean, not on purpose. But yeah. Like, I don't think I'd buy one that tight again. Or at least not unless it can take more pressure."

IVA (thinking): Pressure. God. He doesn't even realize how filthy that sounds. Or he does, and this is how he kills me slowly.

She nodded slowly, keeping her voice steady.

IVA: "Duly noted. If you're at the stage where you're outgrowing Pocket pussies... then we need to talk about serious toys."

His eyes perked with interest. Still innocent. Still sweet.

Still dangerous.

STEFAN: "Serious?"

She gave him a small smirk, then stepped out from behind the counter.

IVA: "Come on. It's time I showed you the heavyweight aisle."

IVA (thinking): If you break this next one, Stefan, I'm going to have to start designing something custom. Or offer you myself.

Iva tilted her head, arms crossed, eyeing him like he'd just admitted to committing sex toy manslaughter.

IVA: "So what were you watching when it gave out? Something intense? A gangbang? Monster fantasy?"

STEFAN (genuinely confused): "No... just, uh... regular stuff. Missionary. Maybe some doggy style. Nothing wild."

IVA (raising an eyebrow): "No tentacles? No hydraulic piston machines? Nobody dressed like an orc?"

STEFAN: "... No? Just a couple... on a couch. She was riding him, I think."

A pause. Then, almost shyly:

STEFAN: "I guess I was... going kind of fast."

Iva blinked once. Then again. And just stared at the poor silicone casualty on the counter like it had been through battle.

IVA (thinking): You destroyed a premium pocket pussy doing missionary speed cowgirl? On vanilla mode?

This isn't just size. It's enthusiasm. Momentum. Intent. God help me.

IVA (dry): "Well. Good to know you don't need aliens or machines to simulate destruction. Just you, a couch, and a solid playlist, apparently."

STEFAN: "... Should I... not have done that?"

IVA (half laughing): "Oh, sweetheart. You did everything exactly right. The toy just wasn't ready for you."

She exhaled through her nose, then gave a quick glance around like she was checking for witnesses.

Then turned, waving him to follow her.

IVA: "Alright. If Abella Dnager's silicone twin can't survive a single solo session with you, then it's time we upgrade."

STEFAN: "Upgrade?"

IVA (already walking): "Yep. We're leaving the kiddie pool, Stefan. I'm taking you to the deep end."

He followed.

Two aisles over, past the lube wall and discreet vibrating panties, she stopped in front of a quieter shelf. No flashy packaging. No celebrity faces.

Just sleek, weighty boxes. Each one subtly shaped like a suitcase. No frills. Just mass.

STEFAN: "What's this?"

IVA (grinning): "This... is a Tantaly doll. Full weight. Full depth. Dual entry. Real feel."

She turned, the smirk deepening.

IVA: "I'm going to show you a whole new world, Stefan. And maybe just maybe something that won't fall apart under your... enthusiasm."

IVA (thinking): God help me, if this one breaks too, I might just throw myself on the table and tell him to test me instead.

IVA (smiling softly): "That, my curious friend, is a Tantaly doll."

She stepped closer to the display, running her fingers along the edge of a box like it was precious cargo.

IVA: "High end. Real feel. Anatomically sculpted. Made for thrusting, not just stroking. These don't just lay there they take it. And they're built to survive men who don't know their own strength."

Her glance flicked sideways, toward him. Not subtle.

IVA (thinking): And you, sweetheart, are exactly that kind of man.

STEFAN: "So it's like... just the hips?"

IVA (grinning): "Ass, pussy, sometimes thighs depending on the model. Textured tunnels. Full anatomical accuracy. Internal cores designed to simulate pressure, rhythm... even resistance."

He blinked again.

STEFAN: "... Resistance?"

IVA: "Yeah. Realistic tightness. Depth variation. A proper Tantaly has grip. Some of them clench. Some have G spot ridges. Anal tunnels with curve locks. It's not about just feeling good. It's about realism."

She tapped a heavier box with a matte design.

IVA: "This one's got weight over twenty pounds. Doesn't slide. Doesn't squirm. You use it. Like a partner."

Stefan looked like someone had handed him the Holy Grail wrapped in ass cheeks.

STEFAN: "That's... kind of insane."

IVA (light laugh): "Only if you haven't had a dry spell long enough to name your showerhead."

She watched his ears turn pink again.

IVA (thinking): God, I love making you blush. If you ever saw what these dolls go through in the warehouse testing rig, you'd think twice before being shy with me.

She turned back to the wall and pulled a box halfway out, weighing it with a grunt.

IVA: "C'mon. Let's find the one that's right for you."

Iva crossed her arms and leaned one hip into the display like a woman about to conduct a very unconventional personality quiz.

IVA "Alright, we're gonna play a little game. You ready?"

Stefan blinked, his voice already hesitant.

STEFAN "... Sure?"

IVA "Good. Because I take my doll matchmaking seriously."

She took a slow step down the aisle, fingertips skimming the shelf edges.

IVA "What's your ideal shape? Wide hips? Petite waist? Big, jiggly ass or firm and sculpted? You want her bent forward, begging posture or flat on her back, pillow princess style? You want grip handles on the thighs or go full immersive, no distractions?"

Stefan opened his mouth. Closed it. Swallowed.

STEFAN "I uh. I never really thought about it."

IVA (grinning) "That's why I'm here. I ask the hard questions. Or in this case, the hard on questions."

She kept moving, tugging one box out, peeking at labels, setting it back. Her voice stayed casual, but her eyes were sharp.

IVA "Let's talk canals. You want a swirl texture that teases on the pullback, or a ribbed clencher that grabs and doesn't let go? G spot ridge design or full tunnel curve?"

Stefan's jaw shifted slightly.

STEFAN "Is there... really that much difference?"

She paused dramatically and turned to him.

IVA "Only in how many brain cells you lose mid orgasm."

His ears turned pink again. She bit back a smirk and knelt to a lower shelf, reading off specs like she was picking out wine.

IVA "This one's slim but weighted in the hips. Compact frame, still enough bounce to keep it interesting."

She tapped another, slightly larger box.

IVA "This one? Full size cheeks, double core silicone, built in jiggle tech. Realistic recoil. You'll be sore after, but in a good way."

Then she rested her hand on a third the heaviest yet.

IVA "And this beast here has a deep anal tunnel with angled tightness curves. It's built for endurance, not mercy. And frankly? I don't think she's ready for you."

Stefan let out a short breath, almost a laugh but his eyes widened as he caught the price tag.

STEFAN "That one's... expensive."

IVA (nodding) "Oh, yeah. That one's a rent payment with interest level commitment. Let's aim for something a little more wallet friendly."

She scanned the wall again, then pulled down a box with practiced ease.

Mid tier. Sturdy. The kind of toy that looked like it could take a pounding and ask for more.

IVA "This one. Dual entry. RealSkin™ material. Not too light, not too bulky. Decent hip spread, a little extra firmness in the thighs, and a handgrip ridge for leverage."

She ran her palm along the edge of the box like she was petting it.

IVA "Handles impact. Easy to clean. Entry tightness is forgiving, but she still bites back a little. Basically? If you break this one, I'm calling MythBusters."

Stefan let out a laugh and this time, it wasn't awkward. Just... excited.

Iva peeled back the box lid like it was a magic trick slow, precise, and just dramatic enough to make Stefan lean closer. Inside, nestled in velvet lining, was the display model of the Tantaly doll. The sculpted hips and parted thighs were realistic enough to make most first timers freeze. Stefan did exactly that.

She reached in and ran her fingers slowly along the silicone skin, her nails trailing down one side of the ass curve like she was making it blush.

IVA "Touch it. Don't be shy."

Stefan hesitated then reached out, brushing two fingers along the thigh. His brows lifted.

STEFAN "It's... warm."

IVA (grinning) "Warming layer. Body temperature simulation. It heats up with friction too. Kind of amazing, right?"

His hand lingered a second too long. She noticed. Didn't say a word about it.

She circled to the other side, voice dropping into something between casual and wicked.

IVA (teasing) "Now imagine this: she's bent over your bed, waiting. Room dim, soft moaning playlist in the background. You, sliding in slow. Finding your rhythm. Giving her everything you've got."

Stefan's face was turning redder by the second. He tried to laugh it off, but it came out a little breathless.

STEFAN "You're really good at this sales thing."

She winked.

IVA "Stefan, I could sell dildos to the Pope if he let me. And I'd upsell him the harness, too."

They both laughed and some of the tension evaporated, but not all of it.

She closed the box carefully, handed it to him, then plucked a few extras from the shelf and slid them across the counter with practiced ease: a full sized lube bottle, a maintenance powder, and a compact cleaner spray.

IVA (gently) "Take your time. Go slow. Don't try to break her. She's already doing her best."

Her voice lingered on that last part. A beat longer than necessary.

IVA (thinking): And if you do break her... then I really want to watch you do it for research purposes ofc.

He left with the box cradled against his chest like he was protecting treasure. His stride was less hesitant this time. Still awkward but not unsure.

Iva leaned back against the counter, one hand resting lightly on her hip, watching the door shut behind him.

IVA (thinking): This boy is either a walking accident... or the best thing to ever happen to my slow shifts.

She smirked.

Then turned back to her shelf and started reorganizing the heavier dolls, already wondering which one she'd need to recommend after this one.

Sex Shop, Exactly 6 days passed late morning

No music. Just the low hum of the cooler fridge holding flavored lube and a single LED light flickering near the strap on harness display.

The door opened.

Stefan entered with a strange gait slightly off balance. He wasn't carrying a small bag this time.

He was carrying the whole box. Full Tantaly doll inside. Heavy. Awkward. And he looked like he was dragging the corpse of a crime.

IVA (thinking): No. No way. No way in hell...

She stepped from behind the counter as he approached, gently setting the box on her glass display.

IVA (deadpan): "Stefan. Tell me that's not what I think it is."

STEFAN "I think it broke."

She popped open the lid, peeled back the protective cloth cover...

... and stared.

The dual entry doll was torn open, both holes gaped unnaturally. The vaginal canal was split upward, the anal one looked like a cannon had fired into it. The internal texture tubing was half peeled. Lube residue. And a visible handprint indentation on one thigh.

IVA "... What the actual fuck."

STEFAN "I I cleaned it. I tried to fix it with silicone glue. But it, uh... it didn't hold."

IVA "Stefan. This thing is rated for over 400 pounds of thrust force. It has reinforced inner lining. It's the kind of thing you can use with power tools and still not tear it."

He looked sheepish.

STEFAN "I didn't use tools."

IVA "You are the tool. Jesus."

She stared at it again. Then at him. Then back at the gaping, mutilated sex toy.

IVA (thinking): This isn't a joke anymore. That toy is dead. That doll died gasping.

IVA "Okay. No judgment, but I have questions."

He nodded.

IVA "What were you doing? Like... how long?"

STEFAN "Three hours, maybe? I got carried away."

IVA "Three hours. Three hours. Were you trying to fuck a hole through the Earth?"

STEFAN "It just felt... better than anything before. I could move. Use my hips. It started from 30 minutes and each day i did more and more. Some days i used it for 9 times. I really liked... doggy and being on top."

IVA (thinking): Jesus Christ, this is not what I thought I'd be hearing at work today. Why is my heart pounding?

She paced. Stared. Then poked the ruined toy.

IVA "You didn't use the powder, did you?"

STEFAN "I ran out after the second cleaning."

IVA "And you didn't warm it. Or slow down. Or pace?"

STEFAN "I tried. I was just... kind of lost in it."

A pause.

STEFAN "I guess I'm looking for something... more."

She froze.

IVA "More?"

STEFAN "Yeah. Like... toys are great. But I don't know. They need to be a bit more stronger."

IVA (thinking): Oh no. No no no. Don't say that. That's how I end up making mistakes.

Iva inhaled slowly through her nose, held the breath a moment, then let it slip out between her lips in a controlled exhale. She squared her shoulders, resetting herself into something neutral, professional... or at least the illusion of it.

She turned toward him.

IVA "Okay, Stefan. This isn't exactly standard protocol... but I need to see something."

His brow furrowed, confused but curious.

STEFAN "... See what?"

IVA "I need to see how you're actually using it. The toy. Because right now, I'm not buying the damage report. Not entirely. I need to know what kind of motion, angle, and honestly? what velocity of dickage is creating this level of mechanical failure."

She arched a brow, half sarcastic but wholly serious underneath.

STEFAN "You want me to... show you?"

IVA "Not on yourself," she clarified, quickly, holding up a hand. "Just show me. With this tantaly doll. Demonstrate your usual rhythm. Thrust depth. Hand positioning. How you grip it. So I know what stress points to account for when I recommend your next model."

She said it with all the detached authority of someone conducting a product trial for ergonomic keyboard strain. But the moment the words were out, a flicker of something twisted in her chest.

IVA (thinking) This is for research. That's what I'm telling myself. This is to avoid another warranty voided by sheer reckless dick energy. Or maybe... maybe I just want to watch. Maybe I've already crossed that line.

She kept her tone measured, face impassive but her eyes betrayed her. Watching him closely. Not just for data, not just for diagnostics. But for something else entirely.

She unlocked the back room with a practiced twist of the key, pushing the door open to reveal the staff prep area.

The lighting was dimmer here soft fluorescents overhead, a faint scent of latex and cardboard lingering in the air. Clean table at the center, shelves lined with boxed inventory, a few display mannequins tucked neatly in the corners like silent witnesses.

Iva walked ahead and gestured toward the central prep table, now cleared except for a few cleaning supplies pushed to one side.

IVA "Put it here."

Stefan carried the toy she'd handed him a durable, mid tier silicone model over to the table. He placed it down carefully. His movements were stiff. Tentative.

He hovered for a moment, eyes shifting between her and the toy, as if expecting her to suddenly change her mind.

STEFAN "So... just, like... show you?"

His voice was quiet. Uneasy.

There was a flush rising in his cheeks already, and his posture screamed discomfort. One hand hovered awkwardly near his hip, not sure where to rest, while the other fidgeted with the hem of his sleeve. His eyes didn't quite meet hers.

Iva softened her expression. She stepped a little closer, not enough to crowd him but enough to make her presence feel solid, grounding.

IVA "Yes. Show me. Thrust the way you normally would. No nudity. No pressure. I just need to understand the force. The angle. Your routine."

He still looked hesitant, uncertain. A thousand worries flashing across his face. Was this weird? Was she judging him? Was this going to be some humiliating joke?

Iva picked up on it immediately.

IVA "Stefan," she said, gently but firmly. "This isn't me messing with you. This is professional. I'm trying to help you find something that won't break on you. If I can see your motion, I can recommend something better. Maybe even custom order a sturdier model online."

He swallowed, nodded. Still hesitant.

She stepped closer again, her voice lowering, more intimate now.

IVA "Just do it. I need to see you."

That last part came out softer than she meant it to. But she didn't take it back.

He looked at her just for a second and then finally moved.

He bent his knees slightly, leaned over the table, and placed his hands on the doll's hips. For a moment, he froze again, like he needed to psych himself up. Then he began.

His hips rolled forward in a slow, practiced rhythm. Nothing frantic, nothing performative just solid, measured thrusts with full body engagement. Each movement was controlled, grounded through his legs, like he'd done this a thousand times without realizing it.

The doll creaked softly beneath him, shifting an inch back with every push.

Iva stared. Her lips parted slightly without meaning to.

IVA (thinking) Oh my god. He wasn't exaggerating. That's not masturbation. That's cardio. That's sex. And if he were doing that to...

She cut the thought off like a knife. But the heat didn't go anywhere.

Stefan paused, breathing lightly.

STEFAN "Like that. That's about... sixty percent effort. When I go faster it kind of "

IVA "No."

She stepped forward, voice quieter now. Almost reverent.

IVA "That's enough. I get it."

She looked him in the eye, her voice lower, edged with something between awe and something much darker.

IVA "You're not just breaking toys, Stefan." She let the silence hang before delivering the next line like a verdict. "You're making the developers step up their game."

They stood there in a thickening silence.

The ruined doll lay sprawled across the counter between them gaping, disfigured, sticky with residue and regret. A latex monument to Stefan's unknowingly destructive libido.

Stefan looked mortified. His hands were tucked into his hoodie sleeves, posture stiff. His gaze hovered somewhere around the vicinity of his shoes.

Iva wasn't looking at the doll anymore.

She was pretending to keep this professional, cataloging materials in her head, murmuring silently about warranty policies and product resilience. But none of that was what had her heart pounding in her ears.

She took a breath sharp, shallow.

IVA "Okay. You need something else. Something... different."

She tried to sound clinical. Measured.

IVA "Maybe something mountable. Weighted. Built to handle... impact. Dual core density. Feedback texture. Or maybe a girlfriend"

She paused. Her mouth had kept going when her brain should've stepped in.

IVA "Maybe what you really need is someone who pushes back."

The words hung between them like a live wire. Unspoken electricity crackled underneath the silence.

Stefan's head lifted. Just slightly. His eyes flicked to hers confused, caught then darted away again.

STEFAN "I... didn't mean to make this weird."

He sounded like he meant it. Like he was embarrassed for something he hadn't even realized he'd done.

Iva swallowed. Her throat felt tight.

IVA "You didn't."

A pause.

A heavy one.

Her eyes dropped just for a second. To the outline pressing against his jeans. Not obscene, but undeniable. Like his body was answering a question his mouth hadn't dared to ask.

IVA (thinking): Don't look. Don't think about it. He's your customer. He's 20 for fuck sake. But God, that bulge. That poor fucking doll didn't stand a chance. I shouldn't. I won't.... I might. God help me.

She stepped back. Created space. She had to.

And she told him well come back tomorrow and we will see what can i do. Stefan left and Iva stayed.

Sex Shop, Closing Time that same day

It was just past nine. The shop was closed, the night pressing its forehead against the dusty windows. The neon sign buzzed low in the front window, casting a pink glow that pulsed faintly against the drawn blinds like a heartbeat.

Inside, the hush was thick and strange the kind of quiet that only settles after a long, chaotic day. The scent of latex, silicone cleaner, and cinnamon tea lingered in the air.

Iva stood behind the counter, half leaning on her elbows, sipping slowly from a chipped ceramic mug that read: "I Know Where You Hide Your Kinks" in glossy black cursive. Her lipstick print stained the rim. The mug was warm in her hands. Her thoughts weren't.

IVA (thinking): It's not just that I want to fuck him. I mean, not just that. I want to study him. Understand him. Break him open like a locked diary and read every page with my tongue.

Footsteps echoed down the narrow back hallway. Then came the soft creak of a door, followed by the unmistakable sound of slurping through a metal straw.

Lenny emerged like a low budget diva from an adult themed runway. Lavender mesh top, leopard print slippers, high waisted shorts that shouldn't legally be that tight. Green tea in hand. Perfect eyeliner, smug as sin.

LENNY"I saw the box. You really let him bring in the crime scene again?"

IVA"Mmhmm."

LENNY"How bad? Scale of one to 'summon the silicone priest'?"

IVA" The Tantaly's ruined. Vaginal canal looked like it took a grenade. Anal side looked like he was trying to frack for oil."

Lenny cackled, sitting atop the unused register counter like he owned it.

LENNY"Jesus. Our boy's got the devil's crowbar, huh?"

IVA" He's got something. It's not just size, Lenny. It's how he moves. Intentional. Patient. Like he doesn't even know he's that intense, and that's the worst part. He doesn't realize he's doing to me what he's doing to these toys."

Lenny raised an eyebrow, sipping.

LENNY" Oh honey. You're spiraling."

IVA" I am mentoring. Providing responsible toy guidance."

LENNY" Sure. And next week you're gonna offer him a payment plan where he can rail you in four easy installments."

Iva groaned and buried her face in her arms, muffling something that sounded like kill me.

IVA" I just God. He says these things. He comes in and talks about how he improved a pocket pussy by splitting the back open so it felt more real. And then he goes, all innocent, 'I guess I just want something that feels alive.' And I want to scream, I AM ALIVE, TAKE ME, YOU PERFECTLY POLITE MENACE."

LENNY"So you wanna give him a real feel experience between your thighs in the name of scientific exploration."

IVA"... Yes. But like... ethically."

Lenny let out a wheezing laugh, nearly spilling his tea.

LENNY" Alright, Professor Pussy. What's your next move? Your curriculum's getting bold."

Iva looked over her shoulder toward the Tantaly shelf.

IVA "Okay. Don't laugh."

LENNY "No promises."

IVA "What if I... replace the demo doll? With me. Like, under the curtain. Fully covered. Pose like one of them. Let him think he's just... testing a prototype."

LENNY "Oh my god."

IVA "He never sees my face. It's technically still a demo. I offer him a 'test session' as part of our new beta program. A free trial for frequent customers. I tell him we're trialing body heat responsive silicone. I'll guide him. Pretend to supervise. Then... let him 'try' it. Just once."

Lenny blinked.

LENNY "You are the devil."

IVA "I just want to know what it feels like. He'll never know."

LENNY "Babe. You're gonna trick a human battering ram into fucking you under a curtain."

IVA "I'll be fine."

LENNY "Your spine won't."

They both laughed. But the silence after lingered. Iva stared at the doll display.

IVA (softly): "What if he says no? What if he doesn't want a test? What if he finds out?"

Lenny stepped close, placed a hand on her shoulder.

LENNY "If he says no, you do nothing. You let it go. But if he says yes... just remember, baby: some people don't want to fuck a doll. They want to feel like it's a person. You're giving him what he's craving. Just... make sure you're okay being his fantasy. That's where it gets real."

Iva nodded.

IVA (thinking): He wants something alive. Something warm. Responsive. Maybe that's always been me.

She pulled out her clipboard. Started sketching on an old checklist sheet.

Select Tantaly model to match her body

Modify demo room setup curtains, music, heat lamp

Script dialogue for "supervision" phase

Craft flyer for "New Premium Beta Testing Program"

Prep wipes, lube, blindfold ("optional for realism")

IVA (thinking): If he signs up... then next week, he won't just fuck a toy. He'll fuck me. And never know it.

She swallowed.

IVA "Alright. Time to find a doll with my ass."

Sex Shop, Next day Afternoon

The store was quiet. No one in sight. The hum of the cooling unit was the only sound.

Iva leaned on the counter, sipping her iced coffee through a lipstick smeared straw and pretending to scroll inventory. Her mind was not on inventory.

The bell jingled. She didn't look up. She already knew.

IVA (thinking): Okay. Don't be weird. Just ask. Just say it's policy. New feature. Store initiative. "Beta testing program," not "please fuck me while blindfolded under a curtain."

STEFAN "Hey, Iva."

IVA "Oh, look who's back. Did the new bottle of lube burst into flames this time?"

STEFAN (laughing): "No, I just wanted to say thanks. That last conversation... helped. Like a lot."

He scratched his neck. That same shy smile.

IVA (thinking): God, you're so sincere it hurts. I shouldn't be doing this. I should not be doing this.

She nodded slowly.

IVA "So... I've been thinking. There's something we've... started doing. Sort of quietly."

STEFAN "Started doing?"

IVA "Yeah. Uh. Don't quote me on it, it's still early days. But for... repeat customers, sometimes we offer a chance to, you know... test new products before they hit shelves."

He raised his eyebrows, interested.

STEFAN "Like... free samples?"

IVA "More like... immersive product testing. Think of it like an experience. You try a toy in store. In the back. Private setting. No purchase commitment. Just honest feedback."

She was talking fast now. Not making eye contact. Waving her hand like it was all corporate procedure and definitely not her trying to trap herself in a fantasy.

STEFAN "That sounds... cool?"

IVA "We don't advertise it. It's invite only. And I thought of you because, well... you keep destroying inventory like it's paper mache, and I thought maybe having you test something live would help us figure out what can actually withstand your... enthusiasm."

There was a beat. She realized what she said.

IVA "... That came out wrong."

STEFAN (grinning): "No, I got it. You want to test something that can survive me."

IVA (thinking): Oh my god. Say no. Say no so I don't have to do this. Say no so I don't crawl under a curtain with no panties on and pretend I'm molded silicone.

IVA "I mean, no pressure. If you're not into it, totally fine. I just figured... you're kind of ideal for it. Cuz you tested so many toys already. And, uh, feedback wise."

STEFAN "What kind of toy?"

IVA (too fast): "Something... Tantaly adjacent. A new body model. Better weight distribution. Dual canal. I'd pick one based on your feedback, set it up. You'd try it this Tuesday in the back room, I'd supervise... sort of. From the outside."

She bit her lip.

He nodded slowly. Blushed.

STEFAN "Okay. Yeah. I'd try that."

IVA (thinking): God help me, he said yes. Now I have to go through with it.

Closing Beat

IVA "Alright then. I'll get it set up. You'll come in after close. I might not be there since i will go get some dinner but don't worry. I'll make sure it's... ready and you just follow the instructions."

She couldn't tell if she meant the doll... or herself.

Tuesday night.

The store door was open. Blinds drawn. Lights dimmed to a sultry amber.

In the back prep room, Iva stood biting the pad of her thumb, nerves snapping under her skin like static. The Tantaly test room she'd prepped gleamed softly behind her. She'd redone the space with more care than she wanted to admit: a thick velvet curtain hung from a ceiling mounted rod, concealing the makeshift pleasure chamber. Inside, a cushioned bench draped in smooth black microfiber. A sleek lube bottle perched beside a neatly folded towel. Beneath the table, a Bluetooth speaker played low, steady loops of breathy moans ambient enough to blend in, sharp enough to arouse.

IVA (thinking): Okay. Deep breath. You're calm. You're composed. This is clinical. You're a professional model... who just happens to be completely naked under a curtain.

She exhaled sharply and reached for the black silk blindfold tucked into her pocket one of the luxury accessories they offered customers. Her pulse beat against her wrist like it wanted out.

IVA (thinking): He won't know it's you. He can't. Just hips, thighs, ass that's all he'll see. Just let him... use the toy. Just one session. A clean, anonymous test. That's all this is.

Steeling herself, she moved into position: knees on the padded bench, elbows resting gently down. She arched forward, presenting. Her back curved into the practiced Tantaly shape. A soft black sheet obscured the rest of the setup leaving only the essential parts exposed.

IVA (thinking): Just breathe. Stay still. You're not Iva tonight. You're the toy.

She didn't move when the front door clicked open just after ten, right on time.

He'd used the spare key she left taped inside a small envelope near the counter. He locked the door after him as instructed.

Footsteps echoed on the showroom floor. Slow. Curious. A little hesitant.

"Iva?" Stefan called, voice low and confused.

From behind the velvet curtain, she answered her voice barely more than a whisper.

IVA(thinking) "I'm not here. It's just the test unit tonight. You'll see."

A pause. Then the soft shuffle of him walking deeper inside.

She heard him stop near the prep counter, where she'd left everything ready a single warm light illuminating a handwritten note in thick black marker:

"Please wash your hands and cock thoroughly in the staff bathroom to the left before entering the test room. Hygiene matters especially with silicone. Once you're done, the unit will be waiting behind the curtain. Instructions provided inside. Take your time. Feedback appreciated."

Another pause. She heard the subtle creak of a door opening, the rush of water, the faint clink of soap pump against porcelain. Her cheeks flushed hot. She imagined him reading, stripping, touching himself absently while cleaning.

God, you're following it. You're actually doing this.

The bathroom door shut again. Then silence. Then footsteps returning, slower now.

"Okay..." he murmured, more to himself than anyone else.

She could hear him stepping closer to the curtain. He hadn't seen her yet only the scene, the atmosphere, the impossible invitation of it.

On the small table just outside the curtain, he found the laminated instruction card she'd designed with painstaking care, next to a softly blinking voice recorder that began to loop when he approached.

Tantaly Series X Beta Test Please apply lube provided. Penetration only. Use hips, not hands. Model is heat responsive. Do not attempt to lift, speak to, or remove. Stay within designated time. Enjoy. Feedback welcome.

A light, automated breathy moan followed the words. Just once.

"Jesus," Stefan muttered under his breath. "Weirdest homework assignment ever..."

She nearly laughed almost but kept her breath locked tight in her chest.

IVA (thinking): Your voice. Fuck. Just hearing it is making me wet. You have no idea what you're about to do to me. No idea you've already started.

She felt it first the faint, trembling shift of the table beneath her knees as Stefan stepped closer, weight shifting carefully. Then came the graze of his fingers along the outside of her thigh. Not intentional, just a steadying touch, but it sparked lightning down her spine.

Then silence just for a breath before she felt his hands again, deliberate now. Warm palms, slightly slick already, spreading the lube she'd left. He started where he should: the crease between her thighs, slow swirls against her entrance, then sliding up, slicking the curve of her ass, spreading her wider, prepping her. His touch was cautious but not clumsy like he was taking the task seriously. Like he didn't want to get it wrong.

She exhaled through her nose, jaw clenched, fighting the moan that tried to rise.

STEFAN (softly): "It's... warm."

IVA (thinking): Because I'm alive, you sweet idiot. Because I'm wet and shaking and burning just from your hands.

She heard the faint, telltale sounds: clothes shifting, belt unbuckling, the subtle wet squelch of more lube applied this time not to her.

He moved closer. The cushion dipped slightly under his knees. She braced herself, breath catching as he angled in behind her. The head of his cock nudged between her folds thick, hot, unmistakably real.

Then pressure. Slow. Testing. And the stretch began.

He pressed in.

STEFAN (groaning): "Jesus... this feels... different."

She bit down hard on her lip, a tremor running through her thighs as her body was forced open. It wasn't pain. It was shock. A stretch no toy had ever given her, not even the absurdly thick Tantaly demo dildos they kept on the wall for size comparison.

IVA (thinking): Oh my god. That's him? I knew he had to be big the way he walked, the way he never bragged but fuck, I didn't think he'd be pornstar big. That's not a dick, it's a commitment.

He kept going, inch by inch. Her cunt swallowed him slowly, greedily, like her body had been waiting all day all year for this exact cock to fill her.

Her knees slid slightly apart from the sheer weight of him inside her.

IVA (thinking): No toy ever did this. No toy ever made me feel like I was being claimed from the inside out. Holy fuck this guy has a dick that puts some dildos in this shop to shame.

She couldn't stop the helpless flutter around him her body squeezing reflexively, hugging his cock deeper. The shape of him was unreal thick where it counted, that slight upward curve hitting her walls like a trained lover, not a test subject.

And he wasn't even all the way in yet.

She gasped too loud. A breathy hitch she couldn't disguise. Her nails dug into the cushion.

He paused.

STEFAN: "... Wait. That wasn't the speaker."

Her whole body locked. A split second of terror. Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure he could hear it.

She didn't move. Didn't breathe.

IVA (thinking): Shit. Shit. Don't move. Don't make a sound. If he figures it out now...

Another beat of silence.

Then unbelievably he pressed forward again.

Deeper this time. A groan slipped from his throat as her walls molded around him. One hand found her hip and gripped her, fingers firm but reverent. Her body trembled under the force of his cock pushing all the way in.

STEFAN (barely a whisper): "... It almost feels like someone's breathing."

She clenched. Not her muscles her heart. Her whole being braced itself.

IVA (thinking): You should stop this. You should say something. But he's inside you now. He fits like he was made for you. And the way he's holding you like you matter like he feels you...

She swallowed hard, eyes squeezed shut beneath the blindfold.

IVA (thinking): He needs this. You need this. Just one night. Let him believe. Let yourself feel it.

She tried no to move.

Not boldly, not deliberately just a slow, involuntary shift of her hips, a subtle roll that pulled him a half inch deeper. Barely a gesture.

But it was enough.

His rhythm changed no longer tentative, no longer experimental. He grunted, just barely, and his next thrust came harder. Then deeper. Again.

Testing was over.

He was fucking her now.

Each stroke drove through her, a piston of heat and wet sound, his body slapping into hers with growing purpose. Her arms tensed, elbows bending tighter as she clutched the cushion beneath her. Her nails dug crescents into the black fabric. Her breath stuttered with every thrust.

A fire climbed up her spine, lick by lick.

STEFAN (half whispered, almost reverent): "God... you feel alive."

Her breath caught involuntary. A soft, trembling gasp broke past her lips.

And that was the sound that changed everything.

He paused.

Not a long one. Just long enough to pull halfway out the thick head of his cock barely seated and lean forward, his chest brushing faintly over her back. His voice came low, just above her ear, almost inaudible.

STEFAN: "... this feels so good."

Silence bloomed between them like a held breath.

She couldn't answer. Her voice would betray her completely. And more than that she didn't want to speak. Didn't want to explain, or lie, or even confirm. She didn't have to.

His hips snapped forward with a renewed force, and she cried out muffled, helpless into the fabric below her.

The curtain behind them trembled with the rhythm of his thrusts. His hand came down on her hip again, this time holding her steady, grounding her as he began to take her without doubt. His pace quickened, his cock driving into her with growing confidence, like something uncoiled in him had finally been let off its leash.

Her body took him welcomed him clenching with every deep stroke, the pressure a perfect blend of pleasure and surrender. Her mind blurred under the intensity of sensation, her thoughts scattering like leaves in wind.

IVA (thinking): OMG OMG OMG.... HE IS FUCKING ME SO GOOD..... PLEASE JUST KEEP GOING...

Because I can't stop. Because I don't want to.

Because this is the first time I've ever felt wanted like this like someone can't help but fuck me deeper, harder, because he needs to. Not a customer. Not a test. Just me.

Her forehead pressed into the cushion, her thighs quivering as he gripped her tighter, his rhythm turning raw and purposeful. He wasn't testing a toy anymore he was using her to get a orgasm for himself.

He was fucking her.

And he wasn't stopping.

Sex Shop Backroom, Moments Later

Iva's body rocked beneath him with every deep, consuming thrust. The cushioned table creaked under the rhythm of Stefan's hips slamming into her. Her palms were flat against the surface now, fingers splayed, as if bracing for a wave that never stopped coming.

Each time he bottomed out inside her, she felt another piece of her composure splinter away.

IVA (thinking): This wasn't supposed to feel this good. It was supposed to be clinical. Detached. I was supposed to care about the data, not the way he fucks like he's starving for me.

Not the way he breathes that low, wrecked sound in his throat every time he sinks deeper.

His hand slid down again broad, steady and wrapped around her waist. Not cruel. Not rushed. Just firm. Commanding. Possessive. He didn't touch her like something on display. He touched her like something that belonged to him in that moment.

Like she was a toy made to take exactly this.

And worst of all... she wanted it.

Her orgasm lurked just under the surface low and coiling, dangerous but that wasn't the real threat. The true danger curled deeper in her chest, rising with every groan he let slip.

IVA (thinking): It's not just the sex. It's you. I can feel myself... attaching. To your voice. Your rhythm. The way you hesitate, then lose control. I'm not supposed to care how you sound when you lose yourself in me.

And then it happened her voice cracked open.

A moan tore out of her throat, loud and aching, before she could even try to catch it. Too real. Too raw.

He froze behind her.

STEFAN (confused, low): "What was that...?"

IVA (thinking): Shit. Shit. Shit. Cover it. Now. Don't give him time to think.

Twisting just enough, she angled her upper body sideways, her shoulder shifting out from the curtain's embrace. She pushed her mouth near the gap at the top where the fabric hung loose on the rod enough to speak, but not be seen.

Her voice changed trained, practiced. Cooler. Measured. Like she was just a curious observer in the next room, not the woman swallowing his cock inches away.

IVA (brightly, with a teasing edge): "Everything okay in there, Stefan? You like the new toy?"

He blinked startled. Still buried inside her. Still rock hard. He looked up toward the source of the sound, visibly thrown for a moment.

STEFAN (nervous laugh): "Oh uh. Yeah. Yeah, it's... really realistic."

IVA: "Tell me what you think of the texture. Don't hold back."

He hesitated, but only for a breath. Just like always, his honesty cut through the awkwardness.

STEFAN: "It's warm... like alive. And tight. When I move, it pulls like it's responding. Like it... wants me deeper."

The words hit her harder than his thrusts had.

IVA (thinking): Yes. Yes, I do. I want you deeper than you even know. I want to be the thing you lose yourself in. Every word you say is another thrust into me another crack in my armor. You're making me feel like a machine built for your pleasure, and I want that.

Her thighs quivered. Her heart beat high in her throat. She swallowed hard, forcing her voice to stay steady.

IVA: "Okay. Just finish up and come find me when you're done."

STEFAN (a little softer now): "Okay..."

There was a beat long enough for her to stay silent.

But she didn't.

She almost let it pass.

Almost.

IVA (casual, but lower this time): "Also... test it harder. Don't be shy."

IVA (thinking): Please. Please fuck me like you mean it. Don't be careful. Don't hold back. I need to feel it. I need to feel you.

STEFAN: "... Okay."

His voice was different now. Not confused. Not cautious.

Hungry.

He started again.

But something in him had shifted something unleashed. The rhythm lost its earlier restraint. No more careful thrusts. No more testing. His hips slammed into her, rapid and unrelenting. The wet, obscene slap of skin against skin filled the curtained space, echoing off walls meant for sterile product tests. But this wasn't sterile. This was raw. This was Stefan fucking her like he owned her like he couldn't help it.

And Iva still locked in position, still wearing the mask of silence began to cry.

Quietly. Desperately.

Into the cushion beneath her cheek.

Not sobs. Just soundless tears and tiny, choked breaths between each impact.

IVA (thinking): You don't even know it's me. And it's still the most erotic moment of my life.

Why does it feel like I'm breaking in half?

His cock filled her again and again, stretching her, claiming her, hitting a place inside that made her toes curl and her walls flutter around him like she was begging for it. Her body betrayed her completely.

IVA (thinking): I'm letting him use me. Like a doll. Just like he said he didn't want. And now he's doing it. I am the fantasy. Not a person. Not right now.

She wanted to scream his name. To cry out. To tell him. Not for guilt, but for connection. For the truth. But all that escaped her were the tiny, muffled sounds that passed through clenched teeth and sweat slick fabric moans buried deep in the cushion beneath her face.

She didn't dare move. Didn't dare speak.

And then suddenly he pulled out.

A sharp inhale shuddered through her chest. For a moment, she thought it was over. That maybe he'd figured it out. That maybe he was done.

But then she heard it.

Click.

The subtle, unmistakable pop of the lube bottle opening again.

Her blood turned to ice.

Her body stiffened, breath locked mid chest.

IVA (thinking): No. No no no. Not anal. I didn't prep. I'm not ready. I didn't stretch. I didn't

Her entire body screamed at her to stop it. To say something. To turn, pull away, do anything.

She almost did.

Almost.

But her hand the one gripping the towel under her chest just clenched tighter.

And she bit down on the edge of it, hard.

Hard enough to keep the sob from escaping. Hard enough to leave a mark.

And she stayed still.

Silent.

Waiting.

Because even now even with the threat of being taken where she hadn't offered she wanted him.

Not just his cock.

His need.

His loss of control.

And most terrifying of all she wanted to give it to him.

She felt it the first whisper of contact.

His slick fingers slid between her cheeks, spreading her open with slow, exploratory pressure. Her breath caught in her throat. Every nerve lit up, defensive and desperate all at once.

STEFAN (softly, with wonder): "This feels different... tighter. Wow."

His voice wasn't crude. It was in awe innocent even. Curious in a way that made her heart twist.

He still thought she was a toy.

Just silicone. Just a responsive prototype.

Not Iva not the living, shuddering woman trembling beneath him, fighting every urge to cry out, to stop him, to beg him.

IVA (thinking): You have no idea. You're going to split me if you don't slow down. But... god. I want it anyway. Just let it happen. Just let me feel all of you. I want to remember this even if you never know it was me.

And then...

He pressed in.

Gently. So carefully it almost hurt. Not physically emotionally. It was the kindness that undid her. The way he tested her resistance with reverent patience, the slow give of her body welcoming him inch by inch.

The tip of his cock pushed against her back entrance slippery, firm, real and then breached her.

IVA (thinking): Oh fuckkkk

Her spine arched instinctively, her body clutching around him as he sank deeper. Her eyes flew shut. The stretch was unbearable and perfect at once. Her jaw clenched around the towel as she bit down to silence the scream clawing at her throat.

STEFAN (groaning, stunned): "Fuck... it's even tighter than the pussy. This is insane."

He pulled back, not all the way just enough and then pressed forward again. Deeper.

Slower this time.

Purposeful.

Measured.

She felt every millimeter, every vein, as he worked into her. Her body wasn't prepped. Wasn't ready. And yet... it yielded.

Because it was him.

Because she couldn't stop him and didn't want to.

IVA (thinking): You're inside me. In every sense. You've taken everything.

I don't know if I'm going to cum or cry or completely fall apart.

He gripped her hips again, but softer now. Thumbs pressing into the dip of her back as he began to move long, dragging thrusts, as if savoring the sensation. Like he meant to feel every clench of her body, every ripple of tight heat gripping him deeper.

Her breathing turned ragged. Her thighs trembled. Her forehead rested against the cushion, damp now with sweat and tears.

This was no longer about toys.

No longer about testing.

It was just him. Just her.

And the unbearable, sacred act of being taken like this.

IVA (thinking): I'm yours. Even if you never know it. Even if I can't say your name.

I'm yours tonight.

Her body shook beneath him.

Every thrust into her ass felt impossibly deep, more intense than the last a steady, pounding rhythm that defied what she thought she could take. Her legs trembled. Her arms ached. The towel between her teeth was soaked with spit, her jaw sore from biting down to keep the moans trapped.

Her fingers were locked in a cramp, gripping the cushion like a lifeline.

And Stefan still lost in the illusion believed it all.

Believed he was fucking a revolutionary prototype. A Tantaly "Beta Series" test doll that just happened to move like heaven and squeeze like sin.

STEFAN (groaning): "God... so deep... I'm gonna... I'm almost"

IVA (thinking): Do it. Use me. Fill me. Fuck your toy like it's the best thing you've ever felt.

Like I'm the only thing you want to cum inside.

Then came the final thrust hard, unrelenting and he buried himself to the root.

She felt it instantly.

The hot throb.

The pulse.

Then the flood.

Spurt after spurt of thick, molten cum filled her, stretching her from the inside even further. She gasped muffled against the towel as her body spasmed in response. Her orgasm hit not in waves, but in a crashing surge, like something inside her had snapped loose.

Her thighs clenched, hips twitching. She rode it in silence, tears sliding hot and unchecked down her cheeks, soaking into the cushion.

IVA (thinking): Oh my god. He came in me. In my ass. And he still doesn't know it was me. Still doesn't know whose body just swallowed every drop.

Why does that make me feel... wanted?

She wasn't supposed to want that. Wasn't supposed to need it. But the possessiveness of it the claiming stayed deep in her chest like a bruise she didn't want to heal.

Above her, Stefan leaned forward, bracing a hand on the table, breath ragged. The curtain trembled faintly from the movement. His body was still pressed to hers, chest rising and falling.

He didn't speak for a long time.

And neither did she.

She didn't move. Didn't dare breathe too hard.

Then, finally:

STEFAN (softly, awestruck): "Wow. That was... incredible."

Her heart slammed against her ribs.

IVA (thinking): Okay. Move. MOVE. Get out now before he turns the curtain back and sees everything.

She stayed perfectly still as he slowly began to shift withdrawing, reaching down to adjust himself. She felt the last of him slip from her, warmth trickling down the inside of her thigh.

He wiped his hands on the towel.

That was her moment.

She slid out from under the black sheet, silent as breath.

No words.

No goodbye.

She slipped through the side slit in the curtain, completely hidden from his view nothing more than a shadow with bare feet, slick thighs, and clothes clutched tight to her chest and went in the other room.

A quiet retreat.

A necessary one.

Her legs shook as she padded down the hallway, adrenaline pushing her forward, pulse roaring in her ears.

She didn't look back.

Ten minutes later.

The door to the test room creaked open.

Stefan stepped out, hair tousled, shirt rumpled from hasty tucking, the collar slightly damp with sweat. His skin glowed red with exertion, and his expression was half dazed the look of a man still trying to re enter reality after something far too intimate to be called a "test."

His eyes flicked around the dim showroom like he was searching for something.

Or someone.

Behind the counter, Iva stood casually fully dressed now, lips parted on the rim of a water bottle, cheeks flushed just enough to pass for post shift fatigue. Her braid had been redone. Her blouse was clean. Her posture cool.

IVA: "Hey, so? How was it?"

Her tone was breezy, playful. Too casual.

Stefan paused mid step, blinking as if her presence short circuited something in his brain. His brow creased faintly.

STEFAN: "Uh... amazing. Really intense. I didn't expect that level of detail. The uh response was crazy."

IVA (grinning, too quickly): "Yeah, it's a new material prototype. Responsive heat core and adaptive density silicone. It kind of 'wakes up' under friction. Pretty freaky, right?"

He nodded slowly, still catching his breath.

STEFAN: "It... did. I kind of... might've finished in it."

IVA (shrugging): "Totally normal. That's what the towel was for. Happens more than you think."

She watched him carefully, the way his eyes darted not to her, but toward the hallway behind him.

STEFAN: "Weird question but... where's the toy? I looked after and it was just... gone."

IVA (smiling tightly): "Oh! I pulled it right after I heard you finish. Access panel in the wall. I was on the other side. Timing's part of the process. You know privacy, immersion, all that."

She took another sip of water, hoping her hand didn't shake.

He stood there for a moment longer, like the answer didn't quite sit right.

Then his gaze shifted to her again. A little longer this time. His eyes flicked over her neck, the faint flush in her skin, the way she wasn't quite meeting his eyes.

STEFAN: "You okay?"

IVA (quick, too quick): "Me? Yeah. Just tired. Been a long shift, you know?"

She tried to smile, casual, professional.

IVA (thinking): He knows. Or he smells it. My sweat. His cum. My pussy still leaking through my thong. He has to feel it in the air the wrongness. The heat. The ache of it.

IVA (out loud): "Anyway, I've gotta close up soon."

STEFAN: "Yeah. Of course. Thanks for... everything. Seriously."

He made it halfway to the door, then hesitated hand on the latch, head tilted slightly as if he might ask something else.

Instead, he gave a small, almost crooked smile.

STEFAN: "It felt... like more than a toy."

Her heart thudded.

IVA (softly): "That's the idea."

He lingered one second longer eyes locked with hers then turned and walked out.

The door clicked shut behind him.

The second she heard the latch engage, Iva collapsed backward onto the stool behind the counter like her legs had simply given up. Her spine curved against the wall, chest heaving, breath shallow.

She didn't cry.

She didn't speak.

She just sat there.

For twenty full minutes.

The quiet was deafening.

Her panties clung wetly to her soaked through, the evidence of everything she wasn't supposed to feel. Her thighs were slick, sticky. The outline of his shape haunted her insides the ache, the stretch, the heat of his cum still nestled deep where she'd never let anyone go before.

Her hand drifted upward, pressing against her sternum like she could hold something inside that threatened to spill.

IVA (thinking): What the hell did I do?

He didn't know. That was the plan. That's what made it okay, right? That he didn't know?

But the truth curled like smoke in her chest.

She wanted him to know.

Not out of guilt.

Out of desire.

IVA (thinking): I want him to come back. I want him to tell me he knew the whole time and kept going. That he fucked me on purpose. That he wanted me the way I wanted him.

I want him to take me again. In the front this time. While I moan his name instead of pretending to be silicone.

Her thighs pressed together unconsciously.

Her hand slipped lower.

Pressed palm first against the soaked cotton of her underwear.

A gasp left her lips soft, fragile.

She trembled.

IVA (thinking): You're not done with this. You're not done with him.

Fade to black.

Iva's Apartment, Later That Night

The shower was too hot. Her skin was red from scrubbing. She'd tried to pretend it didn't happen. That it had all been part of some surreal marketing stunt.

But it had happened.

She'd bent over that table.

And he had fucked her.

And filled her.

And left smiling, calling her name like she was some helpful clerk who'd handed him a coupon.

IVA (thinking): He doesn't know. He doesn't know it was me. He didn't even see my face. He just... used me. Like a toy.

And somehow...

She ached for it again.

She tried to masturbate that night. Twice.

Used every trick she knew her fingers, her wand, her best clit stim even lubed up using a vibrator.

But none of it felt like him.

IVA (thinking): He held me differently. He thrust with rhythm. He didn't stop to ask. He didn't treat me like a person. And I loved it.

Fuck. I loved it.

Four days later, Stefan came in just before noon.

Back to his shy, smiling self. His voice soft, a little excited.

STEFAN "Hey Iva. That test program... any chance it's still running?"

She froze, mid scan of a price gun.

Her stomach dropped. Her thighs clenched.

IVA (thinking): He wants it again. He wants to fuck what he thinks is a doll. He wants to fill me again without knowing.

Say no. Say it's over. If he touches you again, you'll never stop.

She smiled. Too wide.

IVA "Oh, um... no. Sorry, Stefan. That was a one time thing. Corporate shut it down."

His face fell just slightly.

STEFAN "Oh. Got it. No worries."

He shifted awkwardly.

STEFAN "It really helped, though. Just... gave me a better idea of what I like. I think I finally understand what connection feels like... even if it's with a toy."

That nearly broke her.

IVA (thinking): It wasn't a toy. It was me. You found connection with me and didn't know it. You still don't.

IVA "Glad it helped."

He left a few minutes later. Waved on his way out like always.

And she stood behind the register, arms folded, holding her breath for too long.

Lenny was watching her. From the lube shelf. One eyebrow up.

LENNY "You're being weird."

IVA "I'm always weird."

LENNY "No, you're like... sexually haunted right now. Did the test doll come to life and rail you or something?"

She flinched.

LENNY (narrowing eyes): "Wait... wait"

IVA "Don't. Drop it."

He opened his mouth. Then stopped.

LENNY "Okay. But I'm here when you need to scream cry into a butt plug display."

She almost smiled.

IVA (thinking): No one can know.

That night she stayed after closing. No music. No customers. Just herself and the memory of him.

She stood by the test table. Ran her fingers over the velvet curtain.

Bent forward slightly. Just enough to remember how it felt when he gripped her hips. The weight of his cock. The way he murmured things like "so deep" into the silence.

She pressed her forehead against the table and let herself moan.

IVA (thinking): He still thinks it was a doll. And I still want him to use me like one.

She didn't cry.

She touched herself but didn't finish.

Not tonight.

Iva (Thinking):

If I offer him another test, I'll let him break me. And I'll thank him for it. With my mouth. With my whole fucking body.

Sex Shop, 3 days Later

The test room was darker tonight lit only by strips of LED glow tracing the baseboards in a soft, pulsing crimson. The back of the store had been subtly restructured: a velvet draped wall partitioned off the far corner, giving the illusion of something intimate, high end... exclusive.

But what stood there was crude by design.

A solid matte black booth. Waist high. Minimalist. Anonymous.

Just one opening: a smooth, round hole set into the padded front panel, lined with supple, yielding silicone. Clean. Sanitized. Mechanical in appearance but not in function.

What no one could see, what no one was supposed to know, was that Iva had stripped out the internal sleeve that would have made this just another high end oral stim toy.

She'd replaced it with herself.

Kneeling inside the partitioned booth, knees cushioned against soft foam, her shoulders pressed to the wall, her mouth just behind the silicone lined port. Perfect height. Perfect position. Her lips slightly parted, breath controlled.

Tonight, she wasn't monitoring a test.

Tonight, she was the test.

Out front, she wore her best business casual: fitted blouse, black slacks, a touch of gloss on her lips to keep her voice sounding polished. The clipboard in her hand was a prop just enough to sell the authority. She smiled when Stefan walked in, greeted him like he was just another participant in a low stakes product demo.

Not the man who had unknowingly taken her body and filled her with cum few nights ago.

IVA (cheerfully rehearsed): "Okay, so this one's a little different. We're calling it the 'Mystery Texture Experience.' You'll be using the toy blind no description, no branding, no hints. Just sensation. Afterward, you tell me what you think it was: a silicone blend? Modified Fleshlight? Simulated oral? Something else entirely."

She said it like she'd given the speech a hundred times.

Because she had. Just never with stakes like this.

STEFAN (with a nervous chuckle): "So... I just stick it in?"

He said it like a joke but she could already see it in his eyes: interest, curiosity, need.

IVA (smiling): "Yup. No hands inside the booth, though. Just step up, insert, and thrust. Feel it. It's a full blackout test we don't record names, faces, or video. Pure privacy. I'll be in the next room monitoring functionality in case anything glitches."

He nodded, still a little hesitant. That quiet shyness she remembered endearing. Dangerous.

IVA (thinking): Lying is getting easier. That should scare me.

It doesn't.

She turned toward the booth, motioning for him to follow. The glow from the LEDs deepened the shadows. The space felt close. Erotic by implication. Stefan stepped into position, one hand already hovering at his waistband.

She watched long enough to see the waistband come down. The curve of his cock semi hard, beautiful, familiar.

Then she slipped away into the partitioned booth through the side panel.

Dropped to her knees.

And waited.

Her heart thundered as she leaned forward, her lips level with the hole, tongue wetting them instinctively.

Tonight, he'd fuck her mouth.

And he'd never know.

She heard him behind the wall.

The soft shuffle of his shoes against the padded flooring. The creak of the booth's wooden threshold. The brief pause like he was double checking the absurdity of what he was about to do.

Stefan. Nervous. Curious. Always a little too polite for what this setup demanded.

Iva was already kneeling on the other side of the wall, curled into her dark little chamber like a secret waiting to be swallowed. The panel in front of her felt too close. The soft silicone ring that lined the opening barely cushioned the anticipation she felt radiating off her skin.

Her knees ached. Her jaw trembled slightly, mouth parted and wet, breath warm against the back of the port.

She was blindfolded a cruel indulgence she'd given herself. Not because she couldn't look... but because she didn't trust herself if she did.

And then... contact.

Something pressed against the silicone hole.

A shape. Hesitating. Testing.

The head of his cock.

Her breath hitched as it pushed through the opening slow, cautious, unsure and then it slipped inside.

Right against her lips.

Right against her.

IVA (thinking): Oh my god...

And before she could stop herself before reason or caution or shame could catch her she looked.

She tilted her chin up slightly, just enough to let the blindfold slide above her nose, peeking down.

And there it was.

Him.

His big fat cock.

Not in abstract shadows or half memory. But real, here, inches from her mouth.

Thick. Beautiful. Smooth, flushed skin with that perfect upward curve she remembered from feeling, not seeing. His tip gleamed with pre cum, the crown swollen and glistening. Veins traced the underside, pulsing with every heartbeat. It twitched as she breathed on it alive, waiting.

And god, it was even bigger than she remembered. The kind of cock that made your mouth ache before it even touched your tongue.

She was frozen for a second. Just staring. Panting quietly.

And then instinct took over.

Her lips closed around the head slowly, reverently. She tasted the salt of his arousal, let it melt across her tongue. Her mouth opened wider, jaw relaxing as she sank down a few inches more, careful, slow.

She couldn't use her hands. She wanted to wanted to wrap her fingers around the base, stroke him, feel the weight but if she did, he'd know.

No toy used hands.

So she relied on her mouth. Her tongue. Her throat. Every inch of technique she'd ever trained on plastic models, testing devices, videos. She gave it to him now.

She slid down until she felt the soft press of the silicone ring brush her cheeks, until the head of his cock bumped against the roof of her mouth and her throat clenched.

IVA (thinking): Fuck, you taste so good. I could live here. I could die with your cock in my mouth and I'd go smiling.

Then without warning a soft, involuntary moan escaped her throat. A wet, breathy hum of arousal she didn't mean to let loose.

She immediately stilled.

STEFAN (from the other side of the booth, uncertain): "... What was that?"

Shit.

She jerked back, lips slick, chin damp with spit. Her heart pounded in her ears. She wiped her mouth with trembling fingers, trying to collect herself, trying to sound normal.

Then, loud loud enough to sound far away she faked it.

IVA (calling out over her shoulder): "Oh! Sorry. That was me. I'm just in the next room monitoring don't worry, it's all remote. I can't see anything. Just, uh, system diagnostics. Totally normal."

She swallowed. Bit her tongue.

IVA (thinking): Lie better. Lie faster. Lie like it's your job.

A pause.

Long enough to make her stomach knot.

STEFAN (soft, still unsure): "Okay..."

She let out the smallest exhale of relief.

IVA (thinking): He bought it. God help me, he bought it.

And now I want him to break my fucking jaw.

She took him in again.

This time with purpose. With hunger. With the reckless need of someone who didn't care if she could handle it she just had to try.

Her lips wrapped around the head slowly, savoring the taste of his pre cum slick against her tongue. She angled her jaw, breathed through her nose, and slid lower.

Deeper.

Slower.

Her throat tightened as she swallowed him inch by inch, letting her tongue dance along the underside teasing that sensitive ridge, then fluttering against the thick, veined shaft as he throbbed between her lips. Her mouth was a vacuum now, sucking and stroking with nothing but suction and pressure and the slick heat of her spit.

IVA (thinking): He's getting harder. Bigger. God, he likes this not seeing me. Maybe he thinks it's just tech, just a toy. Maybe that's the turn on. That he can fuck a hole with no consequence. No identity. Just a product he's deciding to buy.

He doesn't know it's me. And I don't care.

Her hands braced against the inside wall of the booth, palms flat, arms shaking as she bobbed her head faster. Her hair stuck to her cheeks. Spit spilled out from the corners of her mouth, dribbling down her chin and dripping onto her bare thighs. Her mouth made wet, obscene sounds the kind no toy could ever fake but she kept going.

She couldn't use her hands on him. She wanted to to grip his base, stroke him, help guide him deeper but that would ruin everything. A toy wouldn't touch back.

So she used her mouth. Her throat. Her whole face. She fucked herself on him.

And he began to thrust.

First hesitantly just small, testing rolls of his hips into the booth.

Then deeper.

Harder.

More.

STEFAN (from the other side, panting): "It's so... soft. But tight. And warm. Feels real. Like a real... fuck"

She moaned around him loud this time. A deliberate, vibrating hum that wrapped around his cock like a kiss and made his hips jerk.

Her head bobbed faster. She tried to take more jaw aching, throat tight, spit stringing from her lips back to his shaft every time she pulled back.

She gagged.

Coughed.

Pulled off, gasping face wet, lipstick ruined then dove right back in.

Tried again.

Got halfway.

Pulled back.

Tried again.

The third time, she tilted her head just right. Her lips slid down, her throat relaxed, tears stung the corners of her eyes as her nose brushed the silicone of the booth's inner ring.

She did it.

She took every inch of him.

IVA (thinking, dizzy): Oh fuck, I did it. I took his fat cock. Down to the base. I could die like this.

He groaned the sound ragged, broken.

STEFAN (voice cracking): "I'm gonna oh fuck gonna"

And then heat.

Pulse after pulse of it.

He came.

Thick, hot ropes of cum spilled down her throat, flooding her mouth. She didn't pull back. Didn't breathe. She swallowed all of it every salty, desperate drop. Her lips sealed around him, her throat milking every final twitch.

And as it hit her tongue as she felt him finish her own orgasm exploded.

Her fingers, still circling her clit, pushed harder. Her thighs snapped shut. Her body locked, shook. Her hips jerked against the floor of the booth as wave after wave rolled through her. Her knees nearly gave out.

She moaned through it low and raw and feral with his cock still buried in her throat.

Nothing held back.

Nothing left.

Just her. Just him.

And the ruin they'd made of each other.

As he slowly pulled hit fat fucking cock back thru the hole.

She knew the time to leave is now.

She sat on the toilet lid in the staff bathroom for five full minutes before she could even move.

Her mouth was raw, her jaw sore, her thighs still quivering with the echo of her orgasm. Her fingers trembled as she wiped her chin again, even though she'd already rinsed twice. There was nothing left but the ghost of it his taste still lingering at the back of her throat, the warmth of him haunting her chest like a fever.

She redressed slowly. Carefully. Buttoned her blouse, tucked it in. Reapplied gloss to her lips. She even brewed herself a cup of coffee something to hold. Something to hide behind.

By the time she stepped back out to the front counter, she looked composed.

Almost untouched.

Like nothing had happened.

But her knees still ached from the booth floor. And her panties were soaked, clinging to the lips of her pussy like shame.

The bell above the showroom door chimed softly.

He walked out of the booth.

Stefan.

Hair disheveled. Eyes unfocused. His face was still flushed from effort, from climax. There was a faint patch of sweat at the collar of his t shirt, and he kept adjusting his jeans like he was still half hard.

He approached the counter with that awkward, hesitant energy that always made her stomach flip.

She smiled. Bright. Polished. Professional.

IVA (pleasant, practiced): "So... how was the test?"

He exhaled the sound part laugh, part disbelief.

STEFAN: "Honestly? Best sensation I've ever felt. Like... real. Almost like a woman was actually sucking me."

Her knees nearly buckled.

Her hand tightened slightly around the coffee cup. She sipped to cover the way her lip trembled not from nerves, but from the flood of heat that came rushing back through her core like the orgasm hadn't quite faded.

IVA (casual, too smooth): "Oh wow. That's good. You're, uh... not the first person to say that."

She offered a small, self deprecating shrug. The kind you give when you're pretending you didn't just choke on a man's cock behind a velvet curtain.

IVA (thinking): Liar. You're the only one I've let in there. I let you down my throat like it was your birthright. Because I needed to feel owned. Filled. Fucked. Because I wanted it from you and no one else.

He gave her a shy smile the same one he always did. The boyish one. Grateful. Unassuming. No clue what he'd just been part of. No idea whose mouth had actually wrapped around him minutes ago.

STEFAN: "Thanks for setting it up. You're always so nice."

Her heart stuttered.

She smiled back.

But inside, something dark and electric writhed under her skin.

IVA (thinking): I'm not nice. I'm a predator with a soft voice and a sex toy disguise. You're twenty. I'm thirty four. I swallowed your cum and came on my fingers like I was built for it like my throat existed just for you.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

She nodded.

Smiled wider.

IVA (warmly): "Of course, Stefan. Anytime."

That was all he needed. He nodded, gave a final half wave, and walked out still unaware, still innocent, still so fucking sweet.

The door closed behind him with a soft click.

And she stood in the silence that followed, frozen.

Five minutes passed.

Then ten.

She didn't move.

Her hand still held the now cold coffee. Her breath came shallow. Her inner thighs were slick, soaked with the truth she couldn't scrub off.

And her guilt that creeping, tightening thing in her stomach finally unfurled.

IVA (thinking): It felt so wrong.

And I would do it again.

Iva's Apartment, One Week Later

The shop had gone still. No new customers. No late tests. And Stefan hadn't come in for days.

She should have felt relieved.

Instead?

She found herself checking the door buzzer ten times a day. Replaying the sound of his moans in her head like a looped track. Lying on her back in the dark, legs parted, fingers resting where memory still pulsed hot his taste still locked behind her tongue.

IVA (thinking): I told myself I was helping him. That he needed guidance. That I was just... filling a gap.

But the truth was simpler than any justification she'd whispered to herself at night.

She wanted him.

Wanted him to fuck her like a toy again. Wanted the blind anonymity. Wanted to disappear inside her own body and come harder than she ever had in her life because he didn't know who he was breaking open.

She stood in front of her bedroom mirror. Naked. No filters. No posture tricks. No lipstick or dim lighting.

Just her.

Thirty four. Bruised thighs from kneeling in a box for too long. Jaw sore from the strain of swallowing more than she should have. Bite marks on her shoulder from herself.

IVA (thinking): He's not just some college boy anymore. He's a fucking addiction. And I fed it with my mouth.

I liked being his secret hole in the wall. I liked being used. I liked that he didn't thank me. That he just zipped up, smiled at the clerk, and left like nothing happened.

She ran a hand over her stomach soft, imperfect, real.

IVA (thinking): I gave him access to the deepest parts of me my body, my guilt, my want and he still doesn't know it.

She laughed.

But it wasn't joyful.

It cracked in her throat like something trying to escape. No Confession, No Regret

She could've told him.

Could've taken him into the back room. Closed the door. Whispered, You've been inside me twice.

Could've opened the curtain. Pulled back the silicone. Taken off the mask.

But instead?

She cleaned the counters. Turned off the lights. Locked the door. And went home.

IVA (thinking): Some women want love. I wanted to be swallowed by someone else's hunger.

And Stefan?

He didn't fall in love with me.

He fell in lust with a lie I built for him. A hole. A shape. A fantasy.

And maybe that's how she preferred it.

She lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling.

No music. No toys. No Stefan.

Just her hand between her thighs. Two fingers buried deep. Her body curling around the ache he left behind.

And her final thought before sleep?

IVA (thinking): I was never his mentor. I was the mouth behind the wall. And maybe the best for him.