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toronto / april 1973 / 1:22am

Sawyer leaned back against her hotel room's door until it clicked shut behind her, then launched the heels dangling from her fingers down the short hallway while blowing a loud raspberry at them as they clattered. They'd come off in the elevator and long outlived their welcome several drinks ago. A hand groped sloppily at the lock behind her until she felt it flick shut, and a wave of drunken giggles started to bubble out of her in spurts as she felt the burst of relief at the sudden embrace of privacy. Done. DONE. No more work! No more schmoozing with a bunch of soulless cockroaches over another round of martinis on the company tab.

That last part made it tolerable. They had spent so much money on drinks. Sawyer's giggling turned to proper laughs as she stumbled into the bathroom. Sooooo much money. Ha. Hahaha. This entire trip could have been a couple of phone calls, but since a few executives had wanted to shake hands with her boss here and there, the tax-deductible grand total for this business trip was going to come out to about the same as the the hourlies made in a year. At least. This wasn't even unusual for companies their size. The turning gears of business demanded it, apparently. Sure! Great. She flushed.

Neither the sparkling silver skirt, nylons, nor underwear made it out with her when she emerged (makeup could wait, fuck it), yawning and clawing at the floral buttons of her pale lavender blouse. She'd barely paid any attention to the room when she'd checked in, and there was no need to bother with that now, especially since the room was just shy of spinning. She'd paced herself, but it hadn't mattered. Her necklaces, bangles, and earrings clattered in sequence on the room's little desk as she passed it. Any and all clothes had been shed by the time she flopped into bed and wiggled her way up to the small mountain of pillows.

A comfy bed while this specific level of drunk was a special feeling. It triggered the irresistible impulse to squirm hard and fast, and she did so enthusiastically while kicking the covers down just enough to fit herself into them. Cold, clean, soft but not too much so. Sensory heaven, for Sawyer at least. A key part of this was having large, fluffy pillows to nestle her face between, and it was while busying herself with this that she first caught the tiny, muffled, panicked screaming coming from within those pillows.

Sawyer abruptly scrambled to her knees in surprise while her mind spun to process what exactly made a sound like that, but she saw it before her muddled mind could catch up. It was a shrinker, just a couple of inches of itty bitty limbs rolling helplessly between the pillows with a big stupid ribbon tying its wrists behind it like a bow. Shock melted away to laughter as Sawyer put a hand to her mouth, as if she'd done something mildly embarrassing.

It came back to her vaguely. One of the corporate suits that she and her boss had been chatting up that evening was the owner of one of the few companies out there trying to make money handling the shrinkers, specifically training their behavior around people, or something like that. Privately, she'd found the idea kind of silly all night despite her own boss's enthusiasm, but she did recall being told the company would have some amenities sent to their rooms as a personal thank-you for making the trip. Business niceties. Sawyer was still drunk, so the logic of this came slowly while staring hazy-eyed at the increasingly worried looking little critter on the bed in front of her.

"The amenityyy!" she announced by way of recognition, pointing at it while letting her body fall forward and land on one hand, distressingly close enough that it yelped as it bounced on the mattress and her hair fell over her shoulder to pile beside it. "You're like a little pillow mint! I didn't think they were actually going to send you! Ahahaha did they really put the little ribbon on you? Oh my god, this is so weird, what-"

It was babbling something, but Sawyer didn't pay attention. She reached forward, and it reflexively recoiled from her hand, but stopped itself, which made Sawyer giggle. "Ahhh hey no flinching! I just wanna get the ribbon off, turn around-" She didn't wait, she just grabbed the ends of the ribbon and pulled, sliding them open easily and letting the little thing's arms fall free, rubbing its wrists. It was...surprisingly cute, Sawyer thought, her eyes watching its feeble little movements with a glimmer in them.

She'd never really bothered with these...things, before. Sure, like anyone else she'd had to deal with a rare sighting of one trying to raid a cupboard or wintering in the basement, that was just part of life ever since it started happening, but these...partly-kinda-sorta-domesticated ones that were coming into fashion had just never really been on her radar. All cleaned up and presentable like this one was, she could kind of see the appeal. They really did look just like people, just...impossibly small.

"So much smaller than I had in my head," she remarked, pushing her legs out to sink down flush with the mattress and sliding her arms sliding down to cross in front of the terrified little thing pinned against her pillows, resting her chin on her forearms as she looked it up and down. "I really never get a good look at you things up close like this. Shit, I spent all night listening to half a dozen people yap about you things and never thought some of you might actually look kinda cute."

It didn't look like it knew how to react, but it managed not to tremble. Sawyer could tell it was resisting the urge. Cute.

"They said they trained you to be docile, is that true? Are you docile?" She asked, tilting her head to the side and fluttering her lashes at it with a questioning gaze. This was so fun. She felt better than when she interviewed interns, it was the same kind of fear they gave off but writ so much stronger for how small it was.

"Yes ma'am," was hard to make out, but of all the babbling it spat out, Sawyer could make that out, and she grinned, letting her body slide fully down to the mattress so she could kick her legs behind her and look closer.

"OHHH, my, god, how is that your voice!" she gushed, reaching out to put a finger under its chin and lift it enough to make it fall backward and yelp something. "How do your owners hear anything you say? Do they just not?" Its form wobbled in her vision. Fuck, she was drunk. "I like you. Take your clothes off."

She rested her cheek in one hand at first, watching in wonder as the little thing hurried to comply, then slid her hand down between her legs to confirm that her clit was feeling as interested in what was going on as she thought. Exercising power was something that came naturally with her line of work, sure, but that was work, hardly something she gave much thought to on a personal level. She was really good at depersonalizing...just about anything, when she needed to. But here was a living thinking speaking thing that was shorter than her little finger, left here for her.

As she understood it, there were a lot of luxury hotels where these things could come with the room for about as much of an upcharge as a dessert wine. That made this thing, in Sawyer's eyes, more or less as valuable and consumable as a nice bottle of wine given as a gift between business associates.

It finished kicking its underwear off, looking up at Sawyer as if seeking approval that it had carried out her orders. Truthfully, Sawyer hadn't even given thought to the fact that she was naked already. It wasn't like this was a person who she ought to feel weird about seeing her like this, but she was amused that it had so readily made itself even more vulnerable to her.

"They gave me a good one, huh," she said, putting a finger on its bare chest and running the tip down to its legs. It squirmed uncomfortably under her touch, but what an incredible feeling all the same. Its every little motion was still something she could feel very clearly on a single fingertip. Its anxiety was palpable, and still it stood there and took it, even managing to look her in the eye once or twice. The third time this happened, she winked and gave it a gentle poke on the center of the chest to push it over onto its back.

"Eeeeeheehee, I'm sorryyy!" she said insincerely as she watched its tiny legs flail up into the air after it, exactly the way she'd hoped. "Wooow though-" She placed a finger on top of it, making it panic and squirm fretfully under the very mild pressure she was exerting. "There's just barely anything left of you, isn't there?" She lifted her finger, watched it start to get up, then pinned it down again, giggling and blushing. This was so stupid. Hotter than she had been expecting, but in a stupid way. The fact that this thing didn't matter that much...helped. Nothing but a complimentary fruit basket or a bottle of wine. It wasn't like a one-night stand.

"I should name you Mint. Because you're like a pillow mint? That would be so mean. Haha. Amenity? No. I'll think of a good one, pinky promise-" While she rambled, drunken breath so close to the little thing she was sure it could smell her, her fingers shamelessly stroked her clit while she watched the tiny thing react to her every word like it meant life or death to it. Because it did! She was starting to get why this was a sex thing for some people. What she was doing didn't count as making it a sex thing because there was only one person involved. That would have been kinky. This was just whatever.

Abruptly, she grabbed it by the legs and dragged it airborne despite its urgent protests, and she swung herself around to push her back against the pillows and wiggle herself into a more comfortable position while dangling her business perk in front of her eyes. "Please, I-"

"Pleeease, oh I'm not going to be able to get over your voice ever," Sawyer gushed, smiling more genuinely than she had been most of the night while bulldozing over whatever it had been trying to say. She had imitated its voice in a cartoonishly high pitched falsetto, and she saw its face burning red, she assumed from embarrassment, but it might have easily have been from the blood rush. Still one-handed since she'd let her free hand wander back between her legs again, she used her fingers to flip it upright and get a better grip on it again despite its constant thrashing. "Okay, maybe I can see why you're one they gave out complimentary- did you shrink like, last week, or something?"

Whatever answer it gave included the word months instead of years, which was enough to make Sawyer scoff, but honestly, kind of into the freshness of that. "That's so insane. That's like no time. I guess it's kind of good you aren't freaking out harder? Anyway," Sawyer brought the petrified little human-shaped thing to her lips and pressed it hard against them while she stroked herself. She was feeling kind of done talking, especially as she realized just how good it felt to have those tiny limbs pushing and wriggling against her lips like this. She felt herself moan, even (definitely the alcohol, she wasn't a moaner ordinarily), and that made her toy freeze up for a few seconds before shivering hard.

"Come on, give me a little more to work with, don't be annoying," she whispered directly up against its body, lips still smushed against its torso as they spoke. Sawyer felt shaking limbs respond by trying to find purchase on her face and push itself into her somewhat, which was just pathetic enough of an effort that Sawyer found herself enjoying it. She let herself sink further down and sort of draped her toy over her lips to start making out with it lazily, savoring the minute details of its body that felt every bit as sensorily interesting as the bedsheets and pillows had to her a few minutes ago. Those hadn't made her quite this wet, though.

Her tongue scared it when she got a real taste of its body. It had just been a quick lick, but even that seemed enough to make it flail like she was about to eat it. She shut it up by stuffing it halfway into her mouth and up against her tongue. Her mouth watered with it just between her teeth, and ripples of something electric wound around her core at the sound of panic she felt coming from her little possession. She found herself quickly appreciating the fact that this thing's entire life was more or less at the mercy of her tongue. It certainly didn't make her feel gentler, and she pressed its body against it so long it had to force its face to the side and gasp for breath. She heard it trying to communicate. Her breath was filling its lungs while it fought for its life. Fuck. Sawyer had stopped bothering to talk to it. Her head was still swimming, and she was using what little focus she had on herself and what this embarrassing indulgence was making her feel.

There was nothing stopping her from eating it. If she really wanted. Did she? Eh, no. It first crossed her mind when she pushed it in far enough into her mouth that she felt it really panic-thrash, but that only made her hum contentedly. There was nothing stopping her from doing anything to it, really, and the mileage she was getting from that was new to her. She became aware of how her heart was racing. There was no expectation that this thing in her hand would ever leave this room as far as anyone but her was concerned. She knew more than a few of her own coworkers who would just as soon have flushed the thing on sight instead of bothering with it. Sawyer was practically doing it a favor by engaging with it. She was literally nice.

She was so nice that she took it out of her mouth and giggled at the sound of it gasping for fresh air. It had started to tremble steadily, and she glanced down at it to make sure it wasn't having a seizure or something, but the fear it looked back up at her with was pretty lucid, she decided. She ran the edge of her thumb's bright lavender nail up the middle of their chest. She bit her lip. This wasn't really an...aspect of herself she had given much thought to. Who would, anyway? It wasn't like she was some kind of weird pervert. This wasn't a fetish. This was a toy, and any toy would make anyone feel like this if a toy like this looked up at her with that kind of pleading desperation in its eyes. It wasn't trying to talk right now either, maybe realizing it wasn't doing it any good, just clutching her nail where she had stopped it just below its throat and praying that she didn't get carried away.

"Delicate," she said to herself, feeling herself throb softly when she pushed her nail just a little further and found that it was wholly unable to keep her from doing so. It certainly seemed to be putting all its strength into it. Crazy. She couldn't imagine being that way. Remembering that she wasn't and never would be made her smile at it. She squeezed it in her fingers to feel its little body compress. There was nothing about her hands that said "strong" in her opinion, but she felt distinctly aware of how completely she could overpower this little scaredycat with so little effort. Its heart was already racing, but she could feel it better under her thumb this way. She bit her lip while she squeezed a little harder until she could tell it was causing real discomfort, and finally, it let out a strange mix of a scream and a squawk of pain that was so surprising it got a giggle out of her before she slipped it between her legs to press its body against her clit.

Just as she hoped, the relief from the pressure of her grip made it spread its limbs out and gulp down what air it could while its face was exposed, and its warm, weak body pressed against her like this was such a perfect feeling. She'd barely bothered with anything like this on this trip, she needed this. She earned this. The way its arms and knees fought her while she rolled its midsection around her clit felt heavenly. There were a few perfect seconds where she found a rhythm that complemented its struggles, and she felt the warm ripples gathering in her as she let her head lay back...but not quite for the full minute, before she noticed it had kind of given up trying to struggle and accepted being swirled around against its will. She changed her mind about talking to it.

"Kiss it," she said with a simple firmness as she pushed its head up against her clit. And when she didn't feel anything distinct enough, with a frustrated whine, "Get in there."

There must have been an edge to her voice that she hadn't been aware of, because its efforts to comply were adorably frantic, but after a little pressure from her fingers slowed it down a little, it seemed to get the message and mashed its face against the front and center of her clit while its hands encircled it. She could feel the little limbs trembling while they did, and the smile came back to Sawyer's lips. She had half the impulse to stroke its back in appreciation, but she decided it didn't need to be distracted, so she actually put a little effort into keeping her hips from squirming while it tried to comply with her insane request.

It was kind of insane. Sure, there were a lot of people who did what she was doing, but trying to ask someone this size to handle even her clit was just funny. Still, it was going at it, and the fact that this thing was playing along like its life depended on it was striking a chord with her more than the actual sensation itself. Her patience for that only lasted a little while before she used her fingers to assist again, to the tune of muffled screams that she drowned out with a low moan as a pleasant tension grew below her stomach.

She hadn't even needed to bring some idiot from the hotel bar to bed for what she was getting out of the thing between her legs. This was kind of the best. She groped her breast with her free hand while she let her head roll to the side and rub into the pillow absently. She drew in a deep breath and felt the thing under her fingers struggling for a fraction of the same, but she kept it preoccupied with little circles of her fingers. She was going to keep it, she decided. The simplicity of it was embarrassingly nice. A single whim was all it took to decide this thing's life was going to be hers for the foreseeable future, whether that would be a week or a few years. Maybe she had undervalued the usefulness of these things. It might not have been a substitute for anything, but then again, it didn't have to be.

As she felt herself getting close, she heard it cough and realized how wet she'd gotten, and by extension the fact that she was nearly drowning it in herself. That made her mouth water, and she stared down at it with heavy lidded eyes and flushed cheeks as she shoved its face back into her, digging her fingers into its back harder than before. It wasn't able to do anything with its arms but keep itself from getting rolled around and twisted at strange angles while she made use of the couple of inches that were left of it. Vulnerable. Helpless.

The first orgasm hit her softly, and her hips squirmed against the impulse to clamp her thighs together and feel how it would thrash in panic against her. The sharp warmth she'd felt jolt through her had been pleasant but hardly what she needed, and she bit her lip and pinched the tiny thing's head between her thumb and forefinger, steering it further down. It spluttered and gasped a plea that electrified her, and she pinched its leg while sliding the rest of it into her while her other hand tended to her clit. It wasn't filling anything at that size, but the way it thrashed just inside her, knowing it had just been shoved somewhere it couldn't communicate at all, that it might actually-

She pinched its leg a little too hard while thinking about this, and she felt the same strangled scream it had made earlier when she pushed it just a little too far. Second orgasm always hit different. She didn't hold back an almost surprised gasp that was just loud enough that she felt a pang of self consciousness at the thought of the other rooms hearing, but the way she felt her body thrash involuntarily as the feeling spread to her limbs pushed that out of her mind. It was trying to force itself out, she could feel it. Why did she want so badly to just...push it too far?

Lucid enough to remember she preferred it alive, Sawyer plucked the barely conscious thing out of her and flipped it around so that its back was against her clit. She rubbed herself with it while it coughed and gasped for breath, easing her way through the wracked nerves on her way down from the orgasm. But the sobs in its ragged breaths made her groan. More? What was wrong with her, she thought with a smile tugging at her lips while a hand pushed strands of her bangs out of her eyes. Forehead felt damp.

Its involuntary spasms started to feel too in the way, so she soon pulled it away from her pussy and smushed it shamelessly against one of her nipples so that her hand alone could tend to her through one more. She already felt unwound, but she wasn't going to get much more alone time with this thing through the trip home. She lost herself playing with her clit and feeling the thing against her breast squirm, beyond exhausted, far beyond words. She barely registered the last orgasm when it hit, almost an afterthought. She knew when she was spent.

Dangling it by a leg, she held it up to her hazy eyes and smiled sleepily at it. It was breathing, and its eyes were open, but there wasn't much more activity in that little brain that she could detect. "That's all it takes, huh," she remarked with a hint of condescension she couldn't hold back in the face of something whose head was smaller than her eye. She tutted, watched it blink and mouth something inaudible, and she simply put it against her lips to kiss as she slid down into the sheets.

Her hand fell to the side, sending it sprawling onto the sheets, and she watched it roll onto its back slowly, coughing once more before relaxing into slow, deep breaths. Orgasms had a way of sobering her a little, but exhaustion had replaced that feeling for her too, and she yawned audibly. It looked like it would be fine where it is, and now it was all gross and glistening with the mess she'd made on it, so she turned her attention away to sat up against the pillow and pulled open the nightstand drawer to take out the cigarette case she'd stored there. She lit it and smoked while she stared at its still form on the sheets, wondering if feeding this thing was going to gross her out later, but in the meantime, there was something cute about it laying so still, too. Peaceful. Nearly like an actual whole-sized person.

She ashed the cigarette in the tray on her nightstand and had the intrusive thought of touching the glowing orange to its bare chest while it lay there so vulnerably. The consideration of it getting noisy while she was trying to fall asleep in the near future won out in the end, so she chose instead to spend the rest of the cigarette staring blithely out the window and considering what her plans would be for tomorrow morning's personal day. As she finished the cigarette, she glanced once more at her bedmate to make sure it was still breathing, saw that it was, blew the smoke over it without much thought, and turned over to twist the butt the tray before sliding herself back down into the linens.

She rolled over to the other side of the bed and curled up with a cozy smile on her face, kicking her feet into the clean, cool sheets further down the bed before reaching for the lamp without a further word to the living thing she'd just enjoyed herself with. Imminent, wonderfully heavy sleep felt like it was wrapping itself around her as much as the blankets, and she made no resistance. Maybe she would name it Ashtray. Or Nugget.