The Boobslug...

Davey Dixon couldn't decide if he was drunk, high, or just dreaming. The world around him had a dreamlike quality to it. There was a fuzz to the edges of his vision that covered everything in a soft, ethereal filter. That same fuzz extended inside his skull, making his thoughts feel like they'd been smothered in warm cotton wool.

He didn't know where he was or how he'd got here.

Here

looked like an intimate downstairs bar. Very swanky. Upmarket. The seats were upholstered in glossy red leather. The walls were decorated with scandalous imagery of neon lips and naked women.

Maybe a bit too scandalous.

Wait a minute...

The bar was small--little more than a narrow counter. There was a small wooden stage in the corner with a stripper's pole. Davey was the only patron.

The place looked fancy, but it also had an indelible

grubbiness

to it.

Had he wandered off the street into some upmarket knocking shop?

It had that look to it. A layer of swank and polish to disguise the seediness of its function.

Or Davey was in the middle of a weird dream.

It felt too

real

to be a dream. Smoky, but also solid. Vivid.

Maybe it was just his thoughts that were soft and fuzzy.

What did you get us to try this time, Bennie?

If it wasn't a dream, then Davey was blasted. On about three different things at least. If it wasn't a dream, he'd really mushed his brains this night.

If it was night. There were no windows to tell.

A statuesque hottie in high heels entered and walked over to him. She was dressed in a sexy fancy-dress devil costume that showed off plenty of flesh. It didn't leave much to the imagination when it came to her lovely long legs and the deep chasm of her cleavage. Strangely, her outfit also seemed like some kind of uniform. Like a waitress or hostess costume, but far beyond what normie tastes would allow.

Davey found it hard to focus on her. He wondered again if he was dreaming. His vision swam in and out of focus. He had the impression he was looking at a gorgeous creature with a truly knockout figure, but it was an incomplete picture. When he tried to concentrate and look at her more closely, he couldn't fill in all the details. As if she was nothing more than a dream that would melt away by morning.

"Mr Dixon, Sutruyasa is ready for you," the girl in the devil costume said in elegant clipped tones.

Very plummy.

Plummy face as well. She was made-up like a whore--plump supple lips covered in vivid red lipstick, eyes accentuated with black kohl--but the plumminess was still there. Posh totty playing at being a slut.

Davey knew the type. Daddy issues. They thought they were just pretending to be a slut to be cool, but it was the real them. They were all sluts at heart.

"Follow me," the girl in the devil costume said.

She turned to reveal an equally splendid ass, and bade Davey follow her through the padded door at the back of the reception area.

Who was Sutruyasa?

She was probably the tart he'd chosen while in his earlier alcoholic or drug-fuelled fugue state.

Fuck it. Davey hoped Past-off-his-face-Davey had chosen with good taste. He followed the devil girl hostess with the shapely ass through the door.

* * * *

The middle-aged man in a dapper waistcoat slipped into a less-than-salubrious side alley that looked at odds with his immaculate attire. He waited patiently there until a buzzer went off in his pocket. Then he walked down a short flight of steps and rapped his knuckles on a wooden door so inobtrusive it could easily have been mistaken as a continuation of the wall.

The door was opened and the man was admitted into an opulent reception area at odds with the grimy alley behind him. The room was decorated to the height of licentious glamour. Sinful paintings of flesh upon flesh adorned the walls. Comfortable, overstuffed sofas upholstered in rich red leather ran along the walls.

The middle-aged man was greeted by a tall, strikingly beautiful woman. Her generous curves were contained within a fancy-dress devil costume. Her outfit--or maybe uniform--revealed enough flesh to titillate without being tasteless. Her high cheekbones gave her elegant face a regal beauty out of keeping with both her costume and establishment. However, it was a vulpine beauty. A little too sharp. A little too predatory.

"Welcome to ValVi's," the woman said.

Her voice was rich and oozed sensuality.

"We are ready for you. Please, follow me."

She led the middle-aged man through a padded door at the back of the opulent reception area. It led to a short corridor with a strange opening at the end. It looked like rubber curtains fashioned into the shape of a vagina, but with strange tooth-like protrusions. It invoked a competing mix of arousal and fear at the same time, being at once both reminiscent of a woman's gaping sex and the toothy maw of a carnivorous plant or deep-sea predator.

The man followed the woman in the sexy devil costume through the aperture.

It was too late for second thoughts. The events of the evening had already been set in motion. There was no turning back now.

* * * *

Davey followed the girl in the devil uniform down a narrow, intimate corridor. The carpet was black and the walls a very dark shade of red. The lighting was also red and barely provided enough illumination for Davey to see where he was going.

"Um, where am I?" he asked the girl in front of him.

He didn't remember... well, anything. He assumed it was night. The whole evening leading up to it was a complete blank. The day before was pretty hazy as well. He couldn't even remember what he'd been celebrating to cause this massive bender.

"You are in St Valentyne's Gentleman's Club," the girl replied.

Valentines? That rang a bell. Was it Valentine's Day? That sounded... sort of right. And this bender... because some girl had blown him out?

Nah, that didn't sound right. Davey didn't give a shit about what any bitch thought. None of them were worth it.

The lights blurred and shifted. The shadows looked like bodies moving together suggestively.

"I am so blasted," Davey said, more to himself.

"That's fine," the girl in the devil uniform replied in breezy clipped tones. "Sutruyasa will take good care of you."

Davey hoped so, given he didn't remember picking her.

And what was St Valentine's Gentleman's Club? He thought he knew all the places in town, especially the dodgy ones, and he'd never heard of a Valentine's Gentleman's Club.

If it even existed.

This could still be a dream.

Whatever, might as well see it through.

He just hoped she was hot. If he was paying for it.

* * * *

Beyond the strange aperture was a short flight of stairs. The middle-aged man followed the shapely rump of the woman in the devil uniform as she led him up the stairs. It was an extremely shapely ass. Full and peachy. The tightness of the woman's costume fully showed off the curves.

"You remember the rules?" The woman looked over her shoulder and said to the man. Her eyes shone in the gloom as if there were red LEDs behind her pupils.

The man nodded.

The woman continued up the stairs, her hips sashaying alluringly. A slender red devil's tail swung back and forth with the motions of her body. If a man wasn't paying attention he'd think it part of her costume. If a man was paying attention...

They exited the close confines of the carpeted stairwell and up onto a strange long corridor. To the eyes it looked like a walkway over a film set, with opulent bedchambers and other rooms beneath them to the left and right. Yet, to the other senses it felt like a regular, enclosed corridor. And while the devil woman and middle-aged man could see right into the other rooms, their occupants showed no indication they were aware of being observed. It was as if the walls were akin to a two-way mirror. Though, whether it was because the occupants were physically unable to see the people in the corridor or were too engrossed in their own activities to notice, it was impossible to tell.

The man looked down into a dark bedroom to his right. Another stunningly attractive woman in a devil costume was vigorously riding a man tied to a bed. One could delude oneself the bat wings on her back were part of the same costume. It would be a delusion, shown for such when the succubus extended them as she tipped her head back and let out an exultant cry of climax.

"Ignore the rooms to the right," the woman said. "They're not for you."

They continued down the corridor.

"The night of St Valentyne's Day is always one of our busiest times," the devil woman commented. "It is a night of passion after all. It is the one night of the year where the heart is allowed to be truly unbound."

The next room on the right was filled with a giant blob of jelly that glowed with a sickly yellow-green colour. A naked man was lying on top and partially submerged within it. A buxom woman fashioned from the same glowing jelly sat on top and rode him languidly cowgirl style. The whole blob rocked and undulated with her movements. The man's face was contorted--either in pain or orgasmic ecstasy, or maybe even both. His hands and feet were embedded in the translucent jelly and appeared to be slowly dissolving. Blood leaked from his extremities and diffused into the jelly in a pink cloud.

"This date has a longer history than people realise," the woman said. "In Roman times it was known as Lupercalia, a ritual of purification and fertility for the coming year. Before then it was the day of Santa Valentyne, when darker passions were allowed to run free."

The next room was even worse. A pack of naked and nubile girls surrounded a wet red thing that might once have been a human being. The girls' chins were stained red as they lowered their heads and took dainty bites.

"And some passions are dark indeed."

Down below, a lissom young thing, barely more than a slip of a girl, tore away a strip of red flesh like a ravenous wolf.

"We cater to some very dark passions here at ValVi's," the woman said. Her sensual red lips turned up in a carmine smile.

The middle-aged man, who'd hitherto done a good job of hiding his emotions, was unable to prevent a greening of his pallor. He looked away.

"Over time, people forgot the darker aspects of this day... of the darker side to Santa Valentyne. She loved those who loved, but was also merciless to those who severed the bonds of love. Her passion made her a tremendous lover, but also a terrifying entity to incur the wrath of."

They continued past the room of horrors. The man no longer looked to his right.

"Oh, you have nothing to fear. Here at ValVi's we pride ourselves on reading the dark currents of the heart. We will find you an appropriate match for your desires. Your pleasure is paramount."

The woman stopped and looked down to the left.

"Ah, here she is."

* * * *

Davey's head still felt fogged up as he followed the sexy hostess in the devil-girl uniform. He wondered what he'd taken. Alcohol for sure, although maybe not too much. He didn't have the usual out-of-control feeling from getting properly blattered. Nor did he have any of the spinning giddiness of the head or roiling discomfort of the belly. And, thankfully, none of the 'brewer's droop' either. Davey could feel his little man was eager and ready for action down in his underpants. Especially when looking at the lovely pert ass of the hostess in front of him.

The best he could describe it, in his compromised state, was everything felt surreal and dreamlike. Hell, this could still be a dream. Which would suck.

Or maybe Bennie had found some really new potent shit for them to try. His friend always had the hookup when it came to the good new shit to try out, and this shit, whatever it was, felt very good indeed. Davey felt like he was floating along inside his own personal cloud.

Valentine's Gentleman's Club... Davey was sure he didn't know a Valentine's Gentleman's Club, and this place looked like it had been around for a while. Maybe it was one of those discreet upmarket places that had been out of Davey's reach.

Not anymore. A little win on the lottery meant Davey--and his mates--could do what the hell they liked. This year had been full of win. Even that...

Yeah, best not to think about that. He was here to enjoy himself, not dwell on past shit.

Wherever

here

was.

Ah fuck it. Live in the moment.

That was his mantra. Especially now, when he didn't have to give a shit about anything. He'd just grab an Uber afterwards. Where

here

was didn't matter.

He followed the hostess down a dark, intimate corridor until they arrived at a luxurious wooden door.

"This is your room. Sutruyasa is waiting for you inside," the hostess said.

Cool, Davey thought. He hoped Past-off-his-face-Davey had chosen well.

He turned the handle and walked inside.

* * * *

The middle-aged man and the attractive woman in the devil costume stood on a walkway above an opulent bath chamber that looked a throwback to more decadent times. There was a circular pool in the centre of the room and within lounged an exotic woman with pale skin and long white hair. She was pale enough to resemble an albino. The liquid in the bath looked like milk and was opaque enough to hide the woman's lower body.

"Do you like breasts?" the devil woman asked with a salacious smile.

The girl in the pool had been gifted with a large pair. Their lovely curves were just above the surface of the milk as the woman lounged seductively against the back wall of the pool. She gave no indication she was aware of the two individuals looking down on her.

The man didn't answer or show any emotion.

"This is Sutruyasa," the woman said. "She is the first of your potential choices. We decided she'd be suitable for your needs. She is very gentle and sensual."

The woman shifted position in the pool. Her full pair of breasts rose up out of the milk. Rather strangely, there appeared to be the curves of another set of breasts beneath them, equally full and bulbous. What shifted beneath the surface did not seem like the lower half of a human being.

"Her kind is a called a Mamme-Yumushakta," the devil woman said. "Humans call them boobslugs. A name that does not do justice to their considerable talents."

The door to the room slowly opened.

"Ah, but I don't need to sing her praises," the devil woman said. "You will be able to witness her talents for yourself."

* * * *

Davey walked into a big and fancy bathroom. Real fancy. It looked like a set from a mucky TV drama about Roman orgies. The sort of show that was just an excuse to show tits. It was exactly what Davey would have expected to see in a high-class knocking shop.

Maybe a bit more. Although that might be the ever-present fuzz blurring the edges of his vision. He hoped it was just the drugs and not a dream. Especially after seeing who was awaiting him in the bath.

Wow, Past-off-his-face-Davey had chosen well. Really well.

The girl was lounging in a sunken bath in the centre of the room, pale, beautiful, and...

Fuck, that was some pair of knockers.

* * * *

A young man with shaggy, unkempt dark hair entered the bathroom and looked around uncertainly. He too seemed unable to see the middle-aged man and devil woman in the corridor above the room.

His gaze alighted on the woman in the pool of milk. She smiled at him and propped herself up alluringly. All the best to fully show off her magnificent bust.

The youth leered back at her.

The middle-aged man's face remained expressionless, but his right hand unconsciously clenched in a fist.

* * * *

The girl--what was her name, Sutruyasa?--had a massive pair of ripe round tits that drew Davey's gaze immediately. They were pleasantly plump and full, but had neither the sagginess some big tits possessed or the plastic solidness of fake tits. They looked like they were made for a hand to grab and give a good hard squeeze.

The rest of her wasn't half bad either. She had one of those exotically beautiful faces that belonged on a magazine cover. Probably some high-class Russian or Ukrainian import. Better looking than most of the slags Davey was used to.

She was very pale though. Rather than platinum-blonde, her long silky hair was outright white. Her pale skin had barely any pigment to it at all. Could she be some kind of albino? Not that Davey cared. His gaze was fixated on that marvellous rack. He wanted to get in the water and motorboat those puppies.

He noticed it wasn't water. The girl was sitting in what looked like a pool of milk.

Was that actual milk?

Davey couldn't work out if that was weird, kinky, or he was just tripping.

"Come. Take your clothes off and join me," the pale woman in the pool said.

Her voice was as creamy as fresh milk. It seemed to slip into Davey's ears and directly caress the folds of his brain. He felt a pleasant erotic shiver run through his body.

He smiled back. He kicked off his shoes, peeled off his clothes and left them in an untidy pile next to the door. Grinning like a dickhead he walked up to the girl in the pool of milk.

Whatever drunken or drugged-up instinct had caused him to seek out this club, Davey was grateful to it.

The girl rose up out of the sunken bath to meet him. He saw her luscious tits rise up out of the milky waters. More milk dripped from the lovely pink hemispheres.

Davey stopped. His eyes wavered.

There was a second pair of tits, equally huge, beneath the first. It was followed by a third pair, also massive and bulging. After that it was more than a pair--a triple. Then quadruples. Rows and rows of lovely bulging boobs. The girl looked like a normal sexy girl from the first pair of breasts upwards. Below that she looked completely alien, like something from a surreal nightmare. To Davey she looked like a giant pale slug, with rows of jiggling boobs on her underside.

And Davey was still walking towards her. He felt like he'd become a passenger within his own body--sitting and staring out of the cab of his head while the rest walked on like an automaton. He didn't know if it was the drugs or one of those nightmares where the body refused to obey commands.

It had to be a nightmare. Or he was tripping balls and hallucinating his ass off.

"Relax," the weird dream girl monster said. "Let me wrap you in fleshy pleasures."

Her creamy voice again slipped right through his ear and directly caressed his pleasure centres.

Davey stood there and let her wrap her soft, slug-like body around him. Countless soft fleshy tits squashed against Davey's naked body. He felt boobs everywhere. Pressing against, squashing against, rubbing against his body. He was lifted up off the floor and held in the grip of pure boob heaven.

Oh, that felt far too nice for it to be a nightmare. Maybe a weird-ass wet dream.

Soft. Fleshy. Comfy. Kinky.

It had to be a dream, yet it felt so vivid, so real. He could feel a multitude of rubbery nipples pressing against his naked skin.

The boobslug girl placed her hands on either side of Davey's head and pressed her lips against his in a tender kiss.

It tasted of strawberries and cream.

* * * *

"First, Sutruyasa will wrap her soft body around you and pamper you with her many breasts," the devil woman said to the middle-aged man.

Down in the opulent bath chamber the unusual woman had wrapped her pale, slug-like body around the young man. Only his head was visible as it poked up out of the top. The strange creature placed her hands on either side of the man's head and held him in place while she gave him a passionate kiss.

* * * *

"Let me bathe you in my special milk," the boobslug girl said to Davey. "It will feel like bliss as I rub and massage it into your flesh."