Slutland Ch 04 Scent Park Pt 02

The shoe cellar turned out to be a basement room below the glass building. Sara led Grace down a spiral staircase into a room decked out in mostly wood while the light, addictive smell of girl's feet lingered in the air. It was just like a wine cellar with wooden shelves stacked high to the ceiling filled with wooden shoeboxes.

'We have a wide variety of shoes here. Trainers, boots, plimsolls, sandals, crocs and heels. Worn with or without socks, wet or dry by a variety of girls. All the shoes in our collection are either vacuumed or aired. After each wear we take the shoe straight from the girls foot and either immediately seal it in a vacuum bag to lock in the scent, or leave it in an airing cupboard for a bit. As a result vacuumed shoes often have a stronger immediate scent. Aired shoes can often be far more fragrant, however they require reactivation so any of those that you choose will need to be worn by a girl to fully unlock their smell.'

With the je-ne-sais-quoi of an experienced sommelier or a cheese waiter Sara selected a box from the shelf and brought the box in front of Grace who was getting wet by the idea of the whole thing. She opened the box and started rattling off stats.

'Thirty days of wear, different girls, size 5, sockless, dry, vacuum sealed, trainer'

She pulled out a blue trainer wrapped in clear plastic and held it up to Grace's face. The smell hit her like a truck. It was as if it had just been taken off of a girl's sweaty foot.

Grace was reminded of the chauffeur's scentless shoes.

'Do you have any unbelievably clean smelling shoes?' She asked

Sara produced a box with a vacuumed pair of pink trainers in them as an athletic girl in leggings and a crop-top walked into the room. She had a name tag on it that said 'Esther'

'I've gone barefoot in this shoe 150 times and vacuumed them after each wear' Esther said, almost proudly unzipping the seal.

Grace picked up the shoe and inhaled deeply. Somehow, after so many wears and so much of Esther's sweat soaking into it, it still smelled pristine. She motioned for Esther to take off the shoes she was wearing and lifted Esther's foot to her nose. It smelled fairly sterile. As if in a challenge Grace handed Esther both shoes and said 'Run 10k in these and then let me smell them'. Esther nodded and slid the shoes on to her bare feet.

Now Grace wanted the opposite. She explained that she really liked the idea of on-the-surface bad smelling shoes that became hot through the knowledge that a girl had made them. Sara nodded and selected another pair of trainers.

'Aired, twenty days of wear, all worn by Erica, wet socks, trainer'. As if summoned by her name a beautiful naked filipino woman came in through the wings as Sara let Grace smell the shoe. The smell was faintly musty but came with the hotness of knowing that these were the intimate smells of a gorgeous woman.

Grace could tell, with a bit of wear they would smell amazing. She nodded when Sara asked if she wanted Erica to wear them to reactivate the smell. Erica first dipped her socks into a small water channel in the floor and then slipped the shoes back on.

'And do you have any shoes worn by fat girls?' Grace asked.

Sara pulled down another box

'Our resident foot BBW Emma has worn these crocs without socks over 100 times. They've been aired out each time but the smell has built up to such an extent that it doesn't make a huge amount of difference anymore.'

Out of the shadows stepped a large woman with enormous tits in a black catsuit. She was wearing yellow canvas shoes without socks.

Grace lifted up the croc from the box and pressed her nose to the toe. The smell was sharp and intense and might have verged on unpleasant had the hot woman it came from not been standing in front of her. That contrast made Grace immensely wet. She got Emma to get on her knees and slipped off her canvas shoes revealing her enormous feet.

'Emma's one of the few girls here who doesn't wash her feet between shifts. We let the smell build up'

Grace lifted Emma's bare foot to her face. The smell was pungent but incredibly inviting. Emma's soles weren't dirty by any means but you could see the layers of sweat that had built on them. Emma's sole was hard but the palm of her foot was moist. It took all of Grace's willpower not to lick her from heel to toe.

Perhaps sensing Grace's desire but knowing she couldn't actually lick Emma's feet as it would alter the smell, Sara got a packet out from behind a shelf.

'Here is a pair of vacuum sealed socks that Emma has worn, without washing 10 times, You can suck on those'

Grace smelled deeply and then stuffed the still damp socks into her mouth sucking on them. They tasted amazing, like a lightly salted piece of seaweed.

Grace picked up the crocs smelling each one before slotting Emma's sweaty feet onto each of them for Emma to reactivate. Emma leaned forward and breathed straight into Grace's face. Her breath, unlike her feet, was completely pristine and sexy.

'Sweat into these crocs for me' Grace ordered and Emma nodded obediently.

Sara now pulled another box from the shelf. This box was significantly darker than the other ones and had gold trim around its lid.

'This is our oldest vintage. This size 7 hiking boot has been worn for at least one mile per day for the last 2000 days and aired each time. It's been resoled three times and been worn at one point or another by almost every girl who works in Scent park'

Sara opened the wooden shoebox to reveal a pair of incredibly ratty, black hiking boots. She passed one to Grace who lifted it to her nose and inhaled. Even without activation the smell was strong but in a sophisticated way. There were layers of smells built up from the hundreds of feet that had sweated into the sole. Sara took the shoe back, flicked off her heels and slipped on the hiking boots.

'For later' she teased, the messy shoes looking out of place at the bottom of her formal attire.

The three girls wearing Grace's selected shoes left the room through a large exit door. The contrast between Emma's black catsuit, Esther's athletic clothes and Erica's nude body was very hot. Sara,now stomping around in the tattered hiking boots, led Grace out of the cellar and onto the next part of the tour.

They left the glass building. The temperature of Scent Park was fairly mild, akin to room temperature. Grace looked up at this point and could see clear blue sky. To the left of her view though she noticed a large white oval several hundred feet above. It seemed like Scent Park was enclosed by some sort of large, stadium-like outer structure. Sara explained that the roof was retractable and, in the case of bad weather, could be brought in. They came to a red brick, Victorian-style building. Above the door in Paris-metro-like lettering read 'Scent Park's Museum of Curiosities'. Outside the door was a doorwoman dressed in the kind of clothes that a porter in a high-class hotel might wear.

As Grace and Sara entered the building, she couldn't help getting the doorwoman to open her mouth and breathe onto her nose. The feeling of power and sexual freedom in being able to smell any girl she saw was making Grace giddy.

'This museum is split into several different sections based around the main nice-smelling areas of a woman's body. We've just been to the shoe cellar so I recommend leaving the foot-zone for last. Other than that it's your choice. What would you like to smell first?'

Grace thought for a moment 'Pussies!'

Sara led her through a series of red curtains until they emerged into a corridor. The wallpaper was just pussies as far as the eye can see. All different. All perfect in their own way. As they walked the intimate smell of pussy hit her like a streetcar. The reason for this became evident quickly as Grace noticed six girls wearing only white t-shirts doing headstands at the side of the corridor, their legs splayed out. Vibrators were fixed in place on their pussies to get them wet and enormous fans were blowing directly behind so the smell wafted over their pussies and circulated the corridor. Sara seemed to barely register the nude, head-standing girls treating them like furniture.

As they passed one of the girls, Grace leaned in to her vagina shuddering at the exquisite smell.

'Can I taste her?' Grace asked, licking the girl's pussy the second Sara thumbed up. It tasted amazing. Grace elected to dry her wet face on the girls t-shirt.

They reached the end of the corridor and came across two black boxes each with legs coming out of the side, diagonally upwards.

'Here at Scent Park we're very interested in the difference being wet does to the smell of a pussy. In each of these boxes is a pussy and little else. The girls have been plugged to ensure it's just the pussy that you're smelling. These girls are twins, their pussies have the same shape and their diet and lifestyle has been kept as close as possible. When not horny, their smells are effectively identical. The girl on the right's pussy, however, is being constantly excited by some vibrating bullets. See if you can smell the difference'

Grace stuck her head through the flaps on the front of the left box. A small LED was inside the box illuminating the perfect pussy in front of her. The box smelt incredible, the ambient smell of the girls hairless pussy circulating around the enclosed space. Grace couldn't help but wish that the light was incandescent, the extra heat from such a light source would have added sweat to the mix. Nevertheless Grace leaned her face towards the area between the girls mons pubic and her thigh. It was slightly sweaty and still smelled awesome.

Grace took her head out of the left box, making a mental note of the smell before going into the second box. She was struck, first by the deja-vu of seeing the same looking pussy again and then by the smell. It came like a fog. She could hear the light buzzing of the bullets in the girl's vagina. The girl's hips were shaking as if close to orgasm. This effort had coated her legs, thighs and pussy mound with a sheen of sweat. The girl's splayed open wet pussy in the corridor had been nice but something about the confined nature of the box made the smell so much more concentrated. The air was heavy and thick with the fumes. The girl's gyrating hips had turned the box hot. The difference was staggering. In a daze Grace took her head out of the box feeling the cold air rush onto her face.

'Shall we move on?' asked Sara

Grace nodded deliriously, 'I want that smell as well'. Sara once again typed something into a small device and led Grace further into the pussy exhibit.