Voodoo Queen of New Orleans by Thatguy7244

The sun was set against the backdrop of a bright blue screen. There wasn’t a single wisp of white cloud to infest the sky. Rays of heat beamed intensely down onto the Earth. It wasn’t supposed to be as torrid outside. In all actuality, the temperature was around eighty-five degrees, but the humidity of the air transformed that into a sweltered mess of hot conditions. I hooked the collar of my shirt and began to fan out the oppressive heat collected from within. The most unbelievable aspect of it all is this sort of weather that was present in March of all months. But I suppose that’s the type of climate one can expect out of New Orleans. 

The streets swarmed to the brim with dozens of vibrant citizens adorned with equally flamboyant clothing. Up and down the streets, college students cruised by me as they were chatting about typical college issues. Assignments that were given over spring break, troublesome issues coupled with the professor, and personal gossip. So, nothing much out of the ordinary. 

I moseyed on down the street. The shops weren’t any special nor in the least bit captivating. I weaved effortlessly through the overcrowded mass of people. I managed to finally reach the crosswalks, but was unfortunately too slow as the timer counted down to zero. Cars quickly zoomed by as the light turned green. I stood there in an impatient silence, anticipation for the walk sign to appear bubbled beneath the skin as I waited. My foot tapped restlessly as I stood there for what felt like hours. My gaze wandered aimlessly in the hopes it would kill time. My sight followed anything, with predatory intent to track down every nitty-gritty detail. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted it. 

It was a store unlike anything I’d witnessed up until this point. The whole detail and outline of the shop stuck outwards like a sore thumb. It was a two-story brick building that sat neatly tucked on the adjacent corner of the block. Compared to other sleek and modern designed shops, the secluded store had a very rustic–nigh dilapidated in some areas–semblance to it. The closer I moved to the store, the more detail was revealed to me. The bricks that formed the foundation of the walls exhibited their age. The once smooth texture of the bricks were replaced with nicked, misshapen lumps of ceramic that sometimes jutted outwards or retracted inwards. I found it to be a miracle that this building was even still standing, let alone not being torn down with a wrecking ball. 

I walked up to the front of the store, I noticed a wooden sign that dangled loosely on the iron bar nailed into the side of the building. Most of the paint had been chipped away with time, leaving only a faint outline of the name. I could loosely translate it to, ‘Baron Ruby Jeane’s Mystic Emporium: Something, something, something else’. I couldn’t really figure out the last few bits of the sign. 

I walk around to where the entrance is located. I was greeted by a faintly colored purple door with scanty remains of a golden painted eye. I could partially discern the squiggly lines that jugged outwards from the eye, and a thin circle that encompassed it. My eyes followed the design around until I met the bolden white words of Come in, We’re Open against the bright white background of the sign. I simply shrugged my shoulders. If the sign said that this place was open, who was I to deny myself entry. Besides, there was an amplified sense of curiosity that desperately needed to be satiated. My hand reached outwards towards the brassened knob of the door. I firmly grasped my hand around the knob. A cool sensation ran throughout the palm of my hand as I touched the aged brass. I turned the door handle in an anxious curiosity. I didn’t quite know what possibly awaited me on the other side, but I would soon know. The handle turned clockwise, only to suddenly halt nearly as soon I turned it. 

“The hell?” I quietly muttered to myself. I gave the knob a few more tries, but it became increasingly more obvious to me. The door was locked. “Locked? That can’t be right.” I gave the door a good knock. No reply.

I walked around to the display windows at the front of the shop. There was absolutely no other indication of the store being closed, or employees out for a lunch break. There were only the indigo curtains that obscured my sight from the inside. I noticed how there was a faint slither of exposure through the gap between the curtains. I went up to the glass, and I caught how my subtle reflection hasn't appeared in the window. Upon closer examination, I could see how dirty the windows were. I raised my hand up to the glass, and gilded it across the pane. Dust caught traction underneath my palm as it slid across for a more crystalline view. I brought my hand away and looked at it. Dust. Long gray streaks of collected dirt and dust mites sat there in my palm. 

My face contorted into an expression of grimace and disgust. I batted my palm against the denim of my jeans. Once that business was settled, I turned towards the windows. Still, despite wiping away some of the filth, the windows were very much muddled. It appeared that both inside and outside, these windows desperately needed to be hosed down with soap and water. Either way, I was undeterred. Cupping my hands around my eyes, I placed them against the pane of the glass in order to better my view. I squinted hard. Lasered my vision to a fine point until I could properly make something out. And to my luck, I did. Through the sliver of the curtain, I actually made something out from the hazy lookout. First, I could faintly notice an orange glow flickering around the environment. So, it was possible that someone was around beforehand. 

Just then, I noticed something moving about. A shadow quickly crept around in the orange luminescence. It was difficult to accurately specify the shape of the outline. However, it definitely appeared to be–

“See something that you like?” A voice whispered into my ear. 

I loudly yelped. I staggered backwards from the source of the voice from behind me. In the ensuing alarm, my feet accidentally became entwined with another during the whole jump scare. I fell hard onto the concrete floor of the sidewalk, my bottom bruised in the process. I rubbed the ache that rippled through my bum, all the while the mystery woman fell into hysterics at my stumble. 

“Ah man, I really scared you, didn’t I?” She said, wiping away a tear from her fit of laughter. She proceeded to extend a hand out to me. I shot her a glance of annoyance, and gathered myself back up.

Brushing off the leftover residue of the sidewalk, I could finally get a full view of my panic inducer in front of me. She was adorned in black clothing, which was rather odd clothing to wear considering the unbearable humidity that lingered in the air. She was enrobed with a black leather coat that fit snuggly draped around her arms and torso. Underneath the jacket, she was garmented in a purple crop top shirt that exposed her slim, ebony colored midriff. Her clothes were ordinary enough; however, that wasn’t quite the most striking feature about her. It was her face. Etched onto her face was a skull. As plain and simple as a painted skull could get. However, I could notice small designs sprucely scattered throughout the design. Neon colors filled in dots, lines, and squiggly marks across the skull. A nice deviation as it was a bit more ornate in presentation, as the colors stood out more over the white and black. Overall, she stuck out like a flamingo amongst a herd of cranes. 

She reeled her falsely painted teeth to reveal her actual smile, which shined brightly with those pearly whites. She put her hands behind her back, and teetered about on her feet. “So,” she began, “You trying to get into the shop?”

“Um, yeah. I was trying to see if anyone was here because the door was locked. I wasn’t entirely certain if the store was just closed, or you just didn’t want any customers to bother you,” I replied. My eyes were glued onto her unique greasepaint. I couldn’t quite tear them away at the bejeweled appearance. “You work here?”

“Nope,” She answered, her face transformed into a more buoyant expression. “Even better, I’m the owner of this fine establishment.” She then extended her out to mine. Her arm held in suspension for a bit. I wasn’t exactly sure whether I should’ve accepted her greeting, or simply just walked away right then and there. Some part of me, whether it had been simple curiosity or general respect, didn’t necessarily want me to just deny her welcome. Anxiously, I slowly held out my palm to shake hers. She seized my hand with her extended arm. Her hand gripped tightly, she shook it with enough maniac and frenzied force to send my arm wildly flailing about like a bag in the wind. 

She ended the formalities and cleared her throat. “My name is Baron Ruby Jeane, the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans! And this right here, is my mystic emporium of oddities and other miscellaneous peculiarities!” Ruby announced with the zeal of a performer. She dipped her upper half and bowed deeply. Her dreadlocks overflowing over her shoulders and cascading towards the ground. Ruby suddenly whipped herself back up, causing her locks to accidentally lash against the underside of my chin. 

“Isaac,” I replied. I ignored the quick, yet sharp, pain of her dreadlocks accidentally smacking against my face. Although, it appeared that Ruby was none the wiser about it. I decided to move on from it. “So, Ms. Jeane, what exactly is it that you do here?”

Ruby’s eyes briskly gestured down. I looked at her with a confused glance, and followed where her gaze met. In the palm I shook her hand with, there laid a business card neatly tucked into grasp. I grabbed the card and scanned it for a bit. It was odd. I should’ve felt it in my hand at the very least. The card had a purple backdrop with golden lettering. The card read, ‘Baron Ruby Jeane’s Mystic Emporium: Tarot Card, Palm Readings, & Other Spiritual Curiosities’. 

“I also do birthday parties,” Ruby added.

I could feel the muscles in my face contort into a snide sneer. I tried to suppress them as best as I could. However, it was a futile effort as the snicker forced itself upon me either way. I let out a small chuckle as I laughed at the idea of the presumptuous title of ‘Voodoo Queen’. Not to mention the idea of a fortune reader who attends birthday parties as well. Probably the only source of income she’s received in a long while, given where she lives. My jeering expression didn’t go unnoticed, as Ruby shot me an offended look with frustrated glint in her eye. She looked at me in a way almost as if I personally insulted her family, and then spat in her face. 

Ruby crossed her arms and stared daggers at me. “What’s that look supposed to be?”

I straighten out my expression. I tried to quell this uncontrollable fit of chortles, but I’m all but unsuccessful. “I’m sorry, lady. It’s just–I, um…” I attempted to contrive an apology, but my thought seemed to come to a grinding halt. The uncontrolled fit of laughs prevented me from forming a coherent apology. Only small chuckles of snideness slipped out instead of intelligible sentences. 

“Oh, I get it now. You’re a doubter, aren’t you?” Ruby accused. 

I simply stared at her in disbelief. Completely dumbfounded at how she could’ve possibly come to such a conclusion. But in my unsureness, all I could possibly muster was a simple, “Huh?”

“You’re a doubter. You don’t believe in readings at all, don’t you. I bet you also don’t believe in the supernatural as well. And why is that exactly? Well that’s because you doubt yourself. You doubt your senses, only ever believing in what you perceive as the natural world. Yet there’s more than what’s accepted in the quintessentially humdrum average life. Things exist beyond our typical understanding of the world, and stray into the downright macabre territory of the unknown. So, you try to reason with yourself that it's just a logical outcome of the ridiculously coincidental. Thus, letting yourself doubt the transcendental realm of our reality. Let me ask you this: Do you truly not accept that there are metaphysical beings that lie just behind the veil, or are you simply just a doubter?”

“I’m actually agnostic.”

Ruby swiveled on the heels of her feet. Her colorfully decorated design on the back of her leather jacket revealed itself to me as she turned. Not before my face received another healthy lash of her dreads. She waved her hand dismissively, and said, “Same difference.” She pouted her cheeks, her back was fully turned to me in a huff. The colorful design of geometric shapes to form a cat’s face stared at me with indifference. Its vertical slits peered deep into my soul.

A wave of remorse washed over me. I honestly felt awful. I hadn’t really meant to laugh at her, or her business even. I guess it was the sheer absurdity of her statement forced a jerk knee response out of me. Truth be told, Ruby was probably really passionate about her profession, and struggled to keep her business a float, given the outward appearance of the building. I just couldn’t really tell at the moment. On the other hand, it was somewhat of a presumptuous epithet, considering the living conditions of her place. She ain’t no Marie Laveau. Either way, it was rather crass of me to laugh at her. 

“Look, I’m sorry that I laughed. It was just–”

“Whatever, doubter.” She quickly interrupted. 

“I really am sorry. Maybe I could–”

“Don’t want to hear it, doubter.”

My blood began to heat up a bit. “Will you stop calling me that? I’m just trying to apol–”

“Okay then, doubter. I’ll just call you sourpuss instead.”

It’s not like that nickname was much better. “Look, lady! I’m just trying to apologize to you, and you keep interrupting me before I can–”

“Whatever, sourpuss.”

I honestly couldn’t tell if she was being genuinely agitated at me, or she simply enjoyed listening to my blood pressure rising as payback. I took a deep breath for a moment, and exhaled deeply through my nostrils. A puff of built up frustration escaped before it could boil up to something nasty. It was incredibly obvious that this incessant back-and-forth wasn’t going anywhere meaningful. Every attempt I made was quickly shut down before it could even register. I took a moment to myself. I racked my thoughts together in an attempt for an apology. 

It was apparent that any form of verbal apology wasn’t going to be efficient enough. Ruby shot them down quickly, almost as if she had a six-shooter on her person. No, words aren’t going to be enough for her. I needed something more than just my word that I was sorry. I had to show my sincere apology through action. To me, that meant actually doing something I wasn’t particularly excited about. I mustered up the words in my mouth. Nearly hesitant at first, because I thought Ruby was gonna shoot me down again. However, it simply spilled out like water out of a cup. I asked her, “Is your shop open?”

Ruby didn’t interrupt me again by the time I uttered out my question. With her back still turned, she slowly swiveled her head to meet my gaze at the side. Her lavender colored eyes narrowed as she peered at me suspiciously. Almost as if she half-expected me to pull some kind of nasty, underhanded trick on her. “Well, my shop is open at the moment. Why does it matter to a sourpuss like yourself, hmm?”

“Look, if I go into your shop and do one of your readings, will you accept that as my apology, and stop calling me that nickname?” I pleaded. I silently prayed to myself that Ruby would be kind enough to agree. 

Ruby didn’t speak up. She turned her head back, and remained quiet for a while. The silence between us was more deafening than the noise of the pedestrians that passed us by. Ruby lingered in a near statuelike position. Her body managed to stay completely still, with the exception of her arms. I noticed how her arms jerked in an awkward motion. They fidgeted about in contrast to her static position. My anxiety began to rise with every second that passed, and with every moment that Ruby stayed silent. I wondered if she just wanted to give me the silent treatment as a way to get back at me. 

After what felt like hours, Ruby turned around to face me. She flashed a crescent white smile at me. Her bright, pearly teeth were kinda freakish when she grinned, what with the painted teeth making it look like an extra row of fangs. She stepped closer to me and pulled out my left hand, which she then proceeded to forcefully place her opposite hand into. “You know what, you have yourself a deal! I’ll give you a reading, and I’ll accept that as a form of apology, Mr. Ingram.” 

A wave of awesome relief washed over me as she agreed. I was honestly grateful that she’d accepted my offer. Ruby began her way back to the front door of her shop, and I followed in suit. During that moment, I was too distracted with the overwhelming diversion of Ruby’s agreement that I was blindsided to one small, if not minute detail, of her admission. I never gave Ruby my last name. 

I followed Ruby up until we both reached the entrance to her emporium. Just before she could unlock the door, the realization that she’d revealed my last name just hit me. I paused myself before entering. “Hey, how did you know my last name?” 

She simply turned to me, and beamed her smile at me once more. Ruby materialized my wallet out of thin air. I could instantly recognize it from the shade of sun bleached leather. I was shocked, the least to say. I padded down my left pocket, and much to surprise, it was gone. I could hardly believe that this woman just picked my wallet out of my pocket like it were change found on the street. 

Ruby balanced the sun bleached leather wallet onto the very tip of her right elbow. My wallet steadied itself precariously at the edge. She tucked in her forearms, both elbows protruded outwards on opposite ends. Ruby proceeded to very slightly teeter the balance of her arms, and the wallet tumbled down the makeshift slope. My wallet managed to perfectly roll down her arms, and passed by like a wheel that tumbled down a hill. The wallet continued to cruise effortlessly through one end of Ruby’s elbow to the other. Just before the wallet was about to fall off the edge of Ruby’s left elbow, she jerked it in an upward motion. The wallet flew off and jumped towards me.

My wallet landed dead center on my chest. My hands clambered up quickly to catch it against my body. As soon as I caught it, I began to open it. To my great relief, all the contents of my wallet were still intact. Driver’s license, hotel key card, and various other cards. But what worried me was my money. I peeled open the bill slot, and hurriedly counted my cash. Three twenties, a few five dollar bills, and some extra ones. However, I noticed that one twenty dollar bill was amiss.

Ruby held up the twenty in front of me. The thin, green paper waved weightlessly in the sway of her grip. “Think of it as compensation for the session,” Ruby said with a sly smirk across her face. She dipped into a bow, and extended her arms out in a welcoming gesture. Her posture signaled for me to enter her shop. 

I swallowed hard. The wad of spit traveled down my throat with the grace and delicacy of a bike traveling down a rocky, uneven road. It felt almost like sandpaper that slid coarsely against the walls of my esophagus. Despite my skepticism, there was an odd mystifying aura contained within the building. The atmosphere of the shop seeped out of the open door, and into the light of day. I felt the unnatural chill of the atmosphere brush against my skin. Individual hairs stood up on my skin in response. I steeled my nerves, and with bated breath, stepped into the Emporium.

‘Well this fucking blows,’ were the first thoughts to cross my mind when I first entered. With all the bravado and inflated promise that Ruby gave her store, it was ultimately a huge let down. The store was just a basic spiritual shop that anyone could find. It was chalk full of various trinkets like healing crystals, tarot cards, incense, statues of various deities, etc. There wasn’t even a hint of anything voodoo related, like her title would have suggested. The only positive I could give is that the inside was much more tidy and well kept. Still, I don’t believe that it could take away the lingering sense of disappointment.

Before the sense of disappointment could completely take over, Ruby rushed me past everything. Her hand tugged hard on my wrist, forcefully dragging me towards a round table set somewhere in the back. The table was elegantly styled with a purple table cloth draped over it. A golden line was traced on the cloth, which conveniently formed into the logo on the front door. Placed around the table were lit candles placed in long stemmed holders. Orange lights danced and illuminated around the low darkness which surrounded them. On one end of the table were a few incense sticks, which were already lit. They sat neatly tucked within a round ceramic holder. 

Ruby hastily guided me into the chair closest to the incense. The wisps of incense tickled the passages of my nose. The smell was incredibly potent, even if I had only caught a whiff of it. The sweet, earthly aroma of frankincense wafted into my passages. Normally, I’d enjoy the smell of burning incense; however, the incense was oddly strong to the point where it looped around to being exhausted by the mere scent. I physically forced myself to restrain from reeling in response to the aroma. Either way, I managed to withstand the pungency of the incense and continued onwards.

“Y’know, I don’t usually do palm readings. They're a bit inaccurate compared to the tarot cards, but since you probably want out of here quickly, I don’t think you’ll have any objections,” Ruby stated as she sat down in her seat, opposite to where I was. Her words briefly distracted me from the strong tang of her incense sticks.

“Why are we doing palm readings?” I asked.

“Because twenty bucks is how much it costs to do a palm reading,” She replied.

“How much is a tarot card reading?”

“About ten extra.”

“Y’know, palm reading doesn’t sound too bad.”

Ruby simply let out a soft chuckle. She held out both her hands, loosely clenched together. Then, much like a flower in spring, her palms blossomed open. Her hands were extended in a manner that was rather inviting. Loose forearms dangled in anticipation for me to enact. Ruby’s eyes lingered up to meet mine. “Go on.” She insisted. 

I was hesitant at first. I wouldn’t really understand why I felt that way. It was like some sort of sixth sense rang like an alarm bell throughout my mind. That bell reverbated each chime more loudly as my hands inched closer towards Ruby’s hands. The sound eventually became a deafened ring in my ears. A constant buzz of invisible noise that never ceased, and only seemed to push my urge to get this whole ordeal done with. Despite my mind’s protest, I finally managed to gently deposit the back of each hand into Ruby’s open palms. A warm heat emanated out of Ruby’s open palm and onto the dorsal side of mine. 

Ruby’s hands firmly cupped the underside of mine. Her thumbs glided across the open palms of my hands. Delicate movement and motions danced gingerly like an ice skater across a frozen lake. Ruby was methodical with her actions. She didn’t skim over the process, as I somewhat predicted that she would have done. No, quite the opposite actually, she took her time with the ritualistic procedure. She continued to caress my hands for a bit. Gentle squeezes and compressions could be felt every now and then. 

Ruby sustained this hand massage for what felt like a long time. Her eyes lingered up to meet my vision, and she flashed me her usual smug grin. “You have really soft hands. Did anyone ever tell you that?”

I shot her an annoyed glance. Ruby acknowledged it and continued onward with the reading. She shifted both of her hands over to my right palm for an extensive analysis. Her eyes studied the palm intensely. Finely trimmed fingernails kissed the intricate grooves and creases that intersected another. She leaned inwards. A curious squint appeared in her eyes as Ruby leaned in further to my palm. An odd tingle crawled up the back of my skin, and all the way up to my head. It felt rather nice actually. A sensation that appealed to the brain’s stimulation like a scratch over an itchy, hard-to-reach area of the body. 

“Look here,” Ruby chimed in, “You see this line right here, it’s rather wavy.” She helped trace it by outlining it with her finger. The line itself was nestled just below the set of fingers. “This line indicates that you’ve been in a few relationships beforehand. Each one might have started out pleasant enough. You talked, you mingled, you schmoozed, and whatnot. Things seemed to appear on the up-and-up with these lucky gals, or guys if that’s your preference. Unfortunately, all these relationships have one thing in common: they were all short-lived and had an absence of seriousness to them.”

Ruby traced out another line with her finger, this one being located closest to my thumb. “This line right here is rather shallow, and small. This line often indicates that the person is very prone to orchestration of other’s whims. Lead by the nose like a hound with a steak in front of it. You’ve had the wool pulled over your eyes in more than a few cases. You build up trust with others, but in the end, all you’re met with is a bittersweet kiss of Judas. In other words, they are very much easy to manipulate and control.”

As the readings proceeded, I started to notice something strange. Ruby appeared to have grown a bit. It was awfully subtle at first, but it became noticeable when my attention slowly lost focus and wandered elsewhere. My eyesight was level with Ruby’s chin. When we first sat down, our height was practically the same. Although, I could boast maybe one or two inches over her. However, if we both stood side-by-side, I probably could make eye contact with her collar bone. I rubbed my eyes with my free hand. Thumb and index finger rubbed deeply into the eyes to clear up my vision. I opened them with hopeful clarity, but was meant with more puzzlement.

“Did you get taller?” I brought up the question to Ruby, who was focused on my palms at the moment. Which too seemed slightly small in comparison to the size of Ruby’s hands.

“Hmm?” She chimed in, concentration finally broken off from the reading. It took her a moment to register my words. “Taller? No, no, no. That chair is just a bit shorter than mine. I couldn’t afford the same chair, so I had to get separate ones.”

I cocked my eyebrow in suspicion. I couldn’t tell if that was a genuine answer, or just a flat lie. The two seemed to blur together in an undistinguishable mess of words. So, I brought up the hand situation. “What about your hands? Why are they a bit bigger than mine? They weren’t like that at all before.”

“Perspective of the chair,” She quickly answered.

I gave an auspicious glimpse of dubious suspect. It was a string of happy coincidences that coalesced into a tidy explanation. Still, I just shrugged it off my mind. I only wanted to get this whole event sorted out and leave. I hoisted up the waistband of my shorts back into the proper spot, and firmly tied the string tightly around my waist. For whatever reason, my shorts seemed rather slack. Not to mention my shirt as well, which seemed ill fitted as the sleeves slid down to the shoulder. A dangerous, precarious slip away from a steep slide down my arm. I quickly tugged at the fabric to secure it more firmly this time. ‘Man, why are clothes kinda loose? These ones always fit me,’ I thought to myself. 

“Alright,” Ruby readied herself once more. She took my left hand and cupped it identically as she did the right. “Take one more deep breath for me,” She instructed.

The incense burnt lingered onwards, and the same coils of smoke were maintained. I followed Ruby’s instructions once more and inhaled deeply through my nostrils. The scent of the earthly incense penetrated through my passages. Instead of a strong, potent smell that I’d come to expect, it was different this time. The smell had changed from an acute odor to something akin to a garden of roses. A pleasant smell that pleased the senses instead of revolution. I could pick up the faint aroma of cherries, strawberries, and other fruits of similar quality. A banquet of wondrous scent carried that familiar stimulated tingle across my body. Light vibrations stirred within me as the scent continued to waft into my lungs.

Ruby proceeded with her examination of my palm. She studied them for a bit, but not nearly as attentive as before. She simply inspected them for a moment, and rose to lock gazes with my sight. My eyes came to lock in a fix, as if we were in a staring contest. We both simply sat there, transfixed on each other’s irises. Almost as if the both of us admired the subtle beauty within the color of our eyes. I never really paid much notice to the glass orbs locked in our sockets. It was something I never considered to be the most glamorous, or even attractive, part of the human body. But Ruby’s eyes were extravagantly colorful and captivating, which rather suited her personality. Bright, swirling blends of luminous mauve that I found myself lost in. The color itself nearly popped out amongst the flamboyance of her face. 

We stared for a short while at another. We both snapped out of our mesmerized state, and a quick glance reassured our steady course. Her finger outlined a crease on my left hand. The fingernail lightly prodded the skin like a dull toothpick pressed against the back. She started from the opposite end of the hand, only a space underneath where my pinky finger was located. Ruby dragged her finger horizontally across my palm in a slicing motion. Her finger mindlessly circled around my mitt as she turned to face me.

“This line here is more hopeful than the previous lines, if that puts yourself at ease.” Ruby reassured me. Although, I didn’t really care at that point. “The line that starts underneath your pinky  finger, and happens to be rather straight. No waves, no breaks, nor any circles. The heart line here is a prediction of sorts. It indicates that you’ll eventually meet an equal. Someone who’ll ensure you a happy life. A stable relationship. One that’ll stay afloat, instead of breaking and sinking into the crushing depths of heartbreak. And, this is the best part, it’ll happen very soon in your life.”

“Two outta three ain’t bad,” I remarked, hands on my knees as I heaved myself up from the chair. I turned around to walk back to the entrance and leave. “Alright, I upheld my end of the bargain. Guess there’s no need for me to stick around any more.”

In the blink of an eye, Ruby emerged in front of me. A large figure bathed in the orange radiance of the candles that burned from behind. She stood tall, amassed like a stone statue over my frame. She seemed to have hit another growth spurt in the short amount of time as well. When before, Ruby apparently held maybe a few inches over me, but now she had a whole head of height over me. An entire foot, maybe a bit more, suddenly stacked onto the unexpected growth. Where I currently stood, my sight could only make level with her chest. I staggered back in confused worry. My legs steadied to a position that was prepared to bolt at a ready’s notice.

Ruby craned her neck down to bask in the sudden perspective shift. She peered down at me with the same mischievous grin on her face. Smile widened so much that it could be comparable to that of the Cheshire Cat. 

“Nuh-uh,” She retorted in a taunting manner. 

I simply looked at her, confused. Ruby’s hand abruptly darted out towards me. A rapid motion that was far too quick to properly react to in accordance. Her fingers wrapped around my flesh with a fierce iron grip. Digits squeezed the arm to the point where I thought she might have snapped my arm into two. I bashed my hand into hers, a sliver of hope that I might be able to free myself and book it towards the exit. But it was only a wishful thought, and nothing more. I noticed how her mitt seemed to enlarge itself around my lower arm. Her fist progressively enveloped up the rest of the arm as it slowly disappeared into the closed clutches. 

I quickly surveyed the surroundings of the shop. Everything began to grow at a steady rate around me. Shelves, tables, chairs, and even the souvenirs began to enlarge themselves. They all grew without any hesitation nor delay, and that went double for Ruby. Her body increased in height as I slowly dwindled down past her stomach. Ruby’s grip on my arm readjusted itself constantly in order to keep up with my progressive reduction. Eventually, she decided to save herself a possible strain from her back bent over, and heaved my small frame into the air. The very balls of my feet just barely graced the wooden board of the floor, but would eventually just catch nothing but air. As I dangled like a ten pound lunker, a sudden revelation just hit me. Everything didn’t grow around me, I just was shrinking. 

A painful indicator of that truth was my clothes. The loose articles soon found themselves on a downward spiral towards the ground. As my body shrank, clothes fell off and hit the ground with a soft thud. The shoes and socks were the first to drop onto the floor beneath me. Next, the shorts and shirt quickly slipped off my person, and fell with a soft thump on the ground. When my body nearly reached a foot in height, I naturally knew that the boxer shorts were next in line to snake its way off. With my free hand, I was lucky to snatch it by the band before it fell. My diminished hands clasped tightly around the enlarged waistband. Knuckles whitened with strain from the increasing weight. It’s no different than trying to hold up a drenched sail. 

“Aww,” Ruby cooed, “You don’t need to act so shy, little sourpuss. I promise I won’t judge at all. C’mon, drop the undies.” Ruby stuck out her index finger, and slowly brought it towards me. Her large finger glided forward with all the movement of a glacier. Large, and oddly imposing for what it was. Her index finger took hold on top of the waistband, and slowly began to pull down. I gripped tightly onto the collar of my under shorts, further struggling to uphold the barrier between my naked body and Ruby’s gaze. It was a futile effort, to put it nicely.

With a hardy tug, Ruby finally got the boxer shorts free from the oppressive grip of my hand. Ruby hooked the shorts on a curved finger, and presented them in a goaded manner. Proudly displaying her overwhelming size advantage in the worst method possible. Dark gray cloth dangled daintily on a brightly painted fingernail. My cheeks blushed a bright red. A rush of embarrassment surged over me. I was completely manhandled over a pair of underwear. However, that was only a fraction of the shame I felt. 

I was completely naked. Stripped to absolute bare necessity of myself. I tried to cover myself up the best I could. Hand over crotch and legs balled up, but some part of me knew it probably didn’t matter. Ruby must have seen my freely exposed junk. If not, what’s stopping her from simply strong-arming my legs apart? Nothing, really. But throughout it all, the damn tingling still ran back up my spine. The odd sensations still persisted, and I could feel my body elevated further up from the ground. I felt my doll sized body condense smaller and smaller in size. I didn’t quite know how small I’d become at this rate. An inch tall? Half an inch tall? Barely even a centimeter? Maybe even smaller than a germ.

While I slowly diminished, Ruby motioned her free hand towards my body. She readied her open palm for the right position of size. Her hand cupped around my legs, allowing the rest of my upper torso some brief footing. Even if it was just a colossal closed hand, it felt rather comforting to have some platform. Ruby wrapped her large, fleshy digits around my legs. The warmth of her grip radiated off the inner machinations of her clenched fist. 

I slowly shrank. My body gradually plunged into the quicksand pit that was Ruby’s clasped hand. Ruby constantly kept her grip readjusted in order to have a better clasp on me. I didn’t struggle, nor fight back. I honestly hadn’t cared at that point. More or less, I caved into an inevitable acceptance. Eventually, the tingling that ran along my back like a track course, had ceased. The size altercation had finally come to a stop. An alien relief washed over me, but that was incredibly short lived. Ruby kept a tight grip around a nice portion of my body, save for the head and feet that dangled limplessly at the other end. 

Ruby’s eyes widened in a mixture of bemusement and awe. She leaned her billboard sized face closer to me. Being stuck at a shrunken stature really puts perspective on the finer detail of things. I could practically see every crack and texture of her leathery hand. The very skin of her hand came into great detail. It was almost like gazing through a magnifying glass or a microscope. To look at something as mundane and ordinary as skin, but finally managed an extreme closeup for the first time. Ruby analyzed my shrunken state with large, glassy lavender orbs filled with excitement and wonder. She stood there, mouth agape with a dumbfounded look on her face. 

“You’re just the perfect size that I wanted you at,” She finally uttered, “I was a little worried that you’d shrink smaller than I wanted you to, and you’d be too small for me to see. I’ve only ever done this maybe once or twice before, and I’m honestly glad that you’ve turned out at this size. I’d say that you’re about the width of my palm, maybe a bit bigger. Still, you’re just the right size.” Her words trailed off a bit. The telltale tones of infatuated intoxication with my size being conveniently shaped to her whims. I also didn’t quite fancy the idea I could’ve been any smaller, and my current stature was simply determined by luck, if anything else. 

I simply froze in the sheer mixture of awe and fear at my new proportionally sized perspective. A spectacular view that could only be described as surreal. Like being on a set from Honey, I Shrunk the Kids, only except this was more real and life-like because it was, in fact, real and life-like. I kept my eyes locked on anything above me. I absolutely dreaded to gaze downwards at the ground. I could only imagine how far of a drop it could be for someone at my size. Probably no different than peering downwards from the top of a skyscraper. 

My eyes wandered over to Ruby. It was difficult to not stare, as her face practically took space to fill my entire peripheral. Ruby’s expression shifted over from an expression of enraptured euphoria to simple curiosity. Her wrist slightly gyrated as she studied my shrunken state from her firm grip. I felt the subtle shifts in movement as she delicately tilted her hand to get a better angle. Ruby wasn’t too sudden nor break-neck with her momentum. Just the right pace to not forcefully lose my lunch. Ruby’s hold readjusted itself, and I could feel her fingers rub off against my bare skin. Her hands felt rather smooth, like she had lotioned them not too long ago. A soft, yet leathery, pad easily flew across the surface of my skin. A gentle knead on the muscles underneath the hide of skin. It was like an impromptu massage.  

I could feel the firm grip on Ruby’s hand loosen up. Not enough to make me fall, but noticeable nonetheless. Her handclasp tightened up in a blink of an eye. Not exactly a bone crushingly tight clutch, but a softly stalwart hold. My body decompressed in response to the pressure. Joints and muscles tensed against the gentle clasp. Then, Ruby released and returned back to the previous state. She continued this cycle of loosening her vise, and then softly clutching back up. It hit me, she was massaging my body. Ruby mixed things up by actively changing the manner of her improvised kneading. She tucked in her pinky finger while the rest slacked, and then began to work her way up. Finger by finger closed onto my body. Each one closed in, and the last one opened up. Ruby developed a wave-like massage for my miniature body. Not that I was one to complain. It did, admittedly, feel rather nice. 

My eyes slowly undertook a wandered peak down past the face, and onto the ‘finer’ aspects of the body. They followed an invisible line that traced some imaginary trail. My sight followed that line down below past the base of Ruby’s head and neck. Right down to the cleavage form between two perky hills. It was difficult to not stare. How could anyone honestly not stare at a size of three inches? Ruby’s melons jutted out like large hills wrapped in purple cloth. Most of the shirt concealed her upper body, save for her exposed midriff. However, I could faintly peek at the division of mammaries that was her cleavage. It just barely peaked over the collar of her shirt. The slimmest exposure that enforced the slightest sense of jeering. A tease of desperate reveal, but only a tiny glance behind the curtains.

Thoughts quickly rushed my mind like water in a tanker. I began to wonder what it felt like between her chest. Stuffed away between two soft, pillowy breasts while mushed in between them. My body slathered between her plump bust as Ruby squished them together. Forced to succumb under buoyant pressure from even the most subtle of movements. She could keep locked away in there for hours. Then my mind thought about the other places where she could stick me. Past her belly, past her midriff, and down to the point of nowhere. She’d hook her finger onto the belt loop of her pants, and slowly pull open. She’d dangle me over the open black denim jeans of her pants. Her hand slowly begins to lower down. I can feel the contained  warmth wash over my body in a pent up release. Soon, Ruby would lower me onto the cotton material of her underwear. The warmth of her radiating, wet–

My mind wandered off a bit. I was too enticed with my fantasies to notice. My blood started to heat up, and red cells pumped through my body like a piston. A prickle of excitement surged throughout my body. The sensational combination of touch, smell, and limbidio had all met at the crossroads. I could feel my member rise up against the lotioned skin of Ruby’s palm. The tip gently slid on the smooth surface. Tingles of pleasure spiked throughout my body. My hips began to gyrate. Carefully grinding up and down upon the skin. My hard member twitched with pleasure, and signals of indulgence shot throughout my brain.

‘Wait,’ I thought to myself, ‘What the hell am I doing?’ It seemed that the rational part of me finally kicked back in. What was I doing? What the hell was wrong with me? I stopped myself before I could continue any further. A tidal wave of shame and guilt flooded me. How could I let my self-indulgence take over me? Ruby could have noticed any time, and I wouldn’t doubt she’d squeeze me like a lemon. My eyes quickly shot over to Ruby, and a newly found panic rose over me.

Her eyes squinted in suspicion. She was definitely uncertain. Uncertain of what it was, but I probably had a good enough idea. Her hand fiddled around more with my body in her clasp. My cock rubbed against the skin once more as thrilling tremors of pleasure jolted throughout my body. “Mmph!” I moaned. A sudden bolt of embarrassment and alarm struck me. I slipped up by accident. My heart thumped like a drum as each thunderous thump echoed in my ears. 

Ruby, on the other hand, flashed her signature smug grin with zealous intensity. She knew exactly what she felt. She fully knew the moment I accidentally moaned. And I knew, in all the power she currently held over me, that she’d use to further press on me. She raised her free hand up to her head, and pressed the backside up to one eye.

“Oh! Goodness me,” She began, with a quick mischievous glint of her eye, “Doth my ears deceive me, but I did just hear you moan?” 

I honestly couldn’t tell, but my face probably turned even redder than before. Which didn’t really help me at all. “No I didn’t!” I snapped back with no hesitation. “Y-you definitely misheard! It was probably just a creak from the floorboards. Or you’re just hearing things.”

“Oh, am I?” Ruby queried, with a vexing undertone to her words. 

“Yeah! You’re just hearing things.”

“Hmm…” Ruby hummed. She teetered on the heels of her feet. Her body slowly rocked back and forth in a pendulum motion. “I guess you might be right. My left ear has been actin’ up lately. Can’t hear outta it as good as I used to.”

Release rolled over me as Ruby’s suspicion died down. I mentally let out a sigh of relief. I was finally in the clear, and was saved from the embarrassment of being caught in the act.

“But, of course,” Ruby interjected, “It still doesn’t explain what you were doing in my palm. I felt your little hips rockin’ up and down. My sense of hearing may be a little faulty, but my touch isn’t.” She let out a fake gasp of surprise. “Oh! You were trying to rub one out, weren’t you? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Have you no shame? Do you have anything to say for yourself, little sourpuss?”

I honestly didn’t. My head hung low in abashment. The tomato red blush on my face was more than enough to solidify the claim. The guilt and humility of the whole situation was enough to kill a man. Dull throbs of embarrassment stabbed at me with all the force of a blunt wooden knife. Not enough to necessarily kill a man, but just enough to feel it pain the body. I had honestly wished that I could just shrink away. Shrink down further than my miniature body was stuck at right now. Shrink so far down that Ruby’s fingernails were practically like mountains compared to me. It would be a better alternative to this painful torture of humiliation. I avoided any and all eye contact with Ruby. 

The grip that held me tight loosened. A brief moment where a pitfall quickly formed in my stomach. I had thought Ruby was about to drop me like a sack of potatoes for a moment. Luckily, that wasn’t the case. She swiftly maneuvered her hand underneath me. A sort of stand to thankfully keep me from falling to my death. Still, it couldn’t quite distract me from my shameful mood. I backed up on the palm of Ruby’s hand. A sluggish movement as I crawled backwards on all fours. My trail ended shortly when I bumped into Ruby’s fingers, which acted as a nice wall to rest against. I curled myself up into a ball. My hands and legs covered the nether regions of my body, and face buried deep into the thighs. Masked and ashamed.

“Hey, you don’t think I’m still mad at you?” Ruby asked. Her pitch still carried her usual brand of impishness, but there was a certain undertone of concern. I simply answered her question with silence. “Aw, don’t think I’m mad at you. Far from it, little sourpuss. If anything I completely understand why you’d want to relieve a little tension.”

Her words had finally snapped me back to reality. I looked at her, utterly shocked by her words. It took me a moment to actually process what she just said. “What?” was all I mustered. 

“That’s right. You heard me, little sourpuss. I’m not mad that you wanted to rub one out on my hand. Nuh-uh. Far from it. Even though I should be mad, I’m not. I completely understand where your horny little mind is coming from. I mean, being held by gigantic, encompassingly beautiful woman like myself. Wrapped around a woman’s fingers like a ring, and being used like a toy ‘til her hearts content. It’s enough to make any man froth from the mouth like a wild animal. So, I’m not mad at all, just disappointed,” She concluded. The part that got me wasn’t the insane placidity of her reaction, but her tone of voice. 

She didn’t sound disappointed. Far from the case, if anything else. In fact, I could sense a shift of tone in her voice. A shift of tone that could be best described as…provocative. I simply stood there with a mystified look in my eye. I finally gathered enough stones in me to speak up. “Disappointed?” I asked with curious content. A tinge of butterflies flew around in my stomach.

Ruby nodded her head. She nestled her chin onto the very edge of her palm. Her face practically crammed into my field of view once again. She smiled. “I’m just disappointed that you didn’t finish. It’s rather sloppy to not finish what you started. But that’s okay, lil’sourpuss, I understand. You’re a bit shy, that’s nothing to be embarrassed about at all. I’ll help you out.”

I couldn’t even process what had just happened. My mind was stuck in a suspended expression of apprehension. I didn’t even know how to respond. Who was I kidding? How could anybody respond with an answer to something like that? I simply sat there dumbfounded. An overflow of emotions clogged themselves in my throat. I could feel the invisible lump take form as something that wasn’t so easily swallowed. Still, Ruby waited with bated breath for some reply. I slowed down my breath. I tried to calm myself down enough to answer. Slows breaths, steady breathing, and a calm mind. Despite this, I could only utter one word to her.

“Okay,” I finally responded.

Ruby grinned with a gleeful, yet mischievous, smile. Ruby opened her mouth to speak to me. With her mouth being so close to me, I caught a sprinkling of her breath. A hot, humid wave of her breath washed over my body. Despite the humidity of the breath, a cool tingle of excitement spread rapidly across my skin. 

“Spread’em,” She commanded.

I nodded in reluctant agreement. I peeled back the protective cover of my legs and hands away from my groin. A noticeable tremble of excitement plagued my limbs as I moved them. Finally, I slouched my arms and legs onto the side, and left myself in an exposed position. My hard-on stood stiff and erect like a tower. Rigid and taut from the idea of receiving the world’s biggest fellatio imaginable. It twitched and throbbed from unadulterated delight at the idea of the size related fantasy. And, honestly, I was rather excited about the idea too. I sat there with a smile on my face from the odd mixture of excitement and anxiety ridden tension. I tried to appear enthusiastic about the situation to Ruby, but most likely came off as petrified. 

Either way, it didn’t deter Ruby. She smiled, and leaned her head towards me. I could catch a small glimpse of her tongue, which poked out and licked her lips in a sensual–almost voracious–attitude. She brought her lips near my stiff erection. The faint shimmer of her lip gloss shined in the low light setting. My stiffy twitched further with impatient anxiousness. Her lips slowly brought themselves closer to me. Ruby parked her mouth right above my erection. Her mouth slightly parted open, and the warm, moist breath of her mouth washed over me once again. The sensitive tip of my member tingled with pleasure as the moist breath overcame me. Ruby finally took action, and began to move in. I braced myself for the coming impact of her mouth. I waited, but it didn’t happen. I sat in confusion for a moment, and looked at Ruby.

She stopped. Right before her lips could even make contact with my skin. Her mouth was simply parked inches away from my erect member. Signals fired off in my brain that Ruby had something planned. What it was, I’d simply have to find out. My eyes followed Ruby’s facial motions. For a solid moment, she was stone faced. Not a single hint of an emotion on her usual expressive face. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught the faintest curve on Ruby’s mouth. 

Without warning, Ruby charged me with all the subtle grace of a large bull. Large, pillowy lips encompassed my entire view. My body squirmed in panicked motion under the mountainous embrace of Ruby’s kiss. My arms began to hit against the puffy cheeks of Ruby’s face. My legs rapidly kicked and squirmed about, desperate to escape the improbable pin she had me in. Choppy, sporadic motions quickly flailed around in confused alarm. The pressing weight of Ruby’s lips suddenly shifted. The compression and weight of her kiss slowly transitioned to a more gentle and soft one. The racked nerves that seized control slowly died down. An euphoric numbness bewitched overcame my senses. Arms and legs ceased their erratic motion and fell limp like a sack of bricks. I had completely succumbed to the gentle sway of an embracing kiss.

Light smacks escaped from Ruby as she pushed her lips against me. Brief glances of the shop appeared as her lips reeled back, and swiftly closed in onto my tiny body. A rapid fire motion of smooches overcame me. Painted lips easily overcame my person as I sat defenceless against them. A sticky suction of puckered kisses lightly graced the pale canvas of my body. Little pecks caressed my naked body, but didn’t indulge completely. Almost like Ruby wanted a simple taste test before she completely dined on the main feast. 

Ruby hampered the tempo of her kisses. They leisurely died down, the speed hindered to a long, drawn-out smooch. Her mouth locked onto the upper frame of my torso. My entire head was engulfed by the mass of the smooch. I simply let it overcome me and consume me in its doughy, gentle embrace. We both eventually found ourselves stuck in this moment of osculation. Both of us simply lost in the cloudy haze of libido filled passion. The soft push of her mouth was enough to completely pin me to the ground of her palm. Ruby rotated her mouth at a different angle. I could practically feel the make up applied on her mouth smear off onto me. A soft moan of pleasure escaped my mouth. I slipped further and further into the pit of lustful zeal. My even smaller friend twitched in jealousy. Envious of the attention I received, and the attention that it wanted.

‘Should I kiss back?’ I thought to myself. It was kinda silly to ask, even if it was to myself. My entire face was covered by the epicenter of Ruby’s maw. A peck from me would go unnoticed like a bite from a mosquito. If anything, that demonstrated she obviously was the one that wore the pants in this situation. Still, it didn’t satiate my curiosity to, at the very least, attempt it. 

I managed to twirl my hands around. The flat end of my hands planted on the firm surface of Ruby’s fingers. The once untouched underside of my arms were now coated in an oily greasepaint. I readied myself into position, body prepared to give all that I could at a height of three inches. In a swift motion, I pulled my arms together behind my back and gave myself a push. The momentum was enough to plunge me further into the lush fleshy mass of her lips. My arms acted as a nice stilt to keep me lunged forward.

It was a maneuver that Ruby hadn’t anticipated whatsoever. Her head jerked back a bit, caught by surprise. I couldn’t really see it, but I would bet top dollar that her eyes widened in surprise. For once in the short span we’d meet each other, I’d managed to throw her a curveball that she couldn’t catch. I’d begun to rub in my small victory. Savoring the bit of dominance that I had over the situation. I nudged my head against the waxy, polished bit of her plump lower lip. A boastful gesture, at least in my head, to further stress the small triumph I had over her. However, it was a window of glory about as fleeting and diminutive as my size.

Without hesitation, I could feel the pressure of Ruby’s caress increase. A steady incline that slowly inched its way upward. I did my absolute best to maintain and hold my position, but I could already feel the weight give out underneath me. My stilted arms quickly bent at the elbows. Muscles strained in an attempt to uphold myself, but Ruby retaliated with even more force. Eventually, my arms had finally given out under the stress, and the full brunt of Ruby’s puckered kisser was brought down.

I squished down into the tender flesh of Ruby’s lips, pinned down once again as I was before. The soft compression of a kiss weighed down on my upper torso. I welcomed the dominant embrace of her plump smackers. I began to passionately return the favor back to Ruby’s lips. My lips locked with hers at the epicenter. The puckered muzzle of my mouth lustfully indulged with the overly abundant amount of lip flesh. My face fully planted in the teeth painted kisser, and was offered a moment of lustful bliss once again.

Ruby had finally decided to end the extended make out session. The pressure of her lips began to lighten, and the view of her plump lips began to distance themselves from me. With a loud pop, Ruby's kiss was finally separated. The end of this larger-than-life make-out session was punctuated with a string of saliva that trailed off of Ruby’s mouth, and onto my entire head. I sat there dazed. My senses slowly rebooted back into function. I wiped my hand across my face, and the residue of thick, gooey strands of saliva dripped down. I could notice a faint substance mixed with the saliva. Flecks of chipped paint swam in the goop of the saliva. I looked down, and to my surprise, a large kissmark stained the upper portion of my torso. I looked to Ruby, who struggled to contain her laughter. I probably looked ridiculous in her eyes. A small, toy-like figure swathed in one gigantic kiss mark.

I took in large breaths. The experience had admittedly knocked some of the wind out of me. I rested back on the cupped curvature of Ruby’s palm. My head spun in circles, and my stomach twisted in a confused knot of emotions. While I had to recuperate a bit, the same couldn’t be said for Ruby. She almost immediately went right back at it. No breathers or short rests to take, just straight back into the action. I braced myself once for the envelopment of an all-consuming kiss, but Ruby had other plans in mind. Instead of another kiss aimed for my head, Ruby had decided to aim at the other head.

She landed her mouth directly on top of my stiff erection. A wet plop sounded out as she quickly latched herself onto my lower half. My stiff shaft effortlessly slid into the puckered center of her lips. The sensitive glans of my tip electrified in a sensational touch. I could feel the doughy tissue of her gums tighten up around my member. A loud moan of surprised pleasure escaped my mouth. I quickly covered my mouth in embarrassment. A cherry blush redden in startled abashment. Ruby curved her lips into a smile, which consequently caused another jolt of pleasure on my hardened rod. Ruby bobbed her head in a bouncing motion. Satin like, slick lips freely bounced on my erect dick. Polished lips playfully toyed with the erect dick caught in its clutches. They shifted around, gently rubbing against the hardened manhood of my body. 

I followed the rhythm of Ruby’s motions. My hips began to thrust in sync with Ruby’s bobbed movement. Each time she’d move away, I’d move my hips back a bit. When she thrusted forward, I’d jab my hips in a familiar motion. A nice flow of rhythm started between the both of us. A harmonized stream of gyrations and thrusts in perfect succession. Ruby broke the rhythm, and pushed down onto my lower torso. My rigid knob easily slid through the puckered mouth like a knife through warm butter, and into the confines of her mouth. The moist caverns of her mouth washed over my sensorial tip. Damp waves of her hot breath overcame the sensitive glans. I could feel something brush itself against the exposed portion of my cock. A slimy, warm creature lightly grazed itself across the entrance of her jaws. A massive bulk of flesh washed itself onto my cock. A tidal wave of muscle to overcome my upright shaft in a pool of thick saliva. I stifled back the whimper that was ready to burst out any moment.

Ruby pressed her hand up against her face. Her palm easily secured me to the rouged facejob of her mug. With me secured in place, Ruby then moved towards an open chair. She shifted her way into the seat. She ungracefully plopped herself onto the wooden base of the chair. The abrupt downward momentum of her seating was enough to make my heart skip a beat. Ruby kicked up her feet, and propped them on top of the table. Ruby tilted her head back at an angle, her face aimlessly gazed off at the plastered ceiling. Her hand released itself off my back. For a brief moment, I thought I was about to fall off and plummet towards the ground. I quickly fastened my arms and legs around Ruby’s face. A daunted grasp onto the wax like substance of her makeup, which made it even more likely for me to slip off and fall. Ruby, on the other hand, casually fished out her phone from her pocket. The screen lit up, and she began to browse on it while I desperately fought for a steady balance on her face. 

I was lucky enough to secure a proper footing. My nerves racked with the sudden shock of her unexpected sitting. After a moment, I finally eased myself over the sudden whiplash and looked towards Ruby. Her attention was completely preoccupied with her phone. Eyes engrossed with whatever it was she browsed through on her screen. I honestly didn’t know what to do at that moment. Whether she wanted me to continue our little session, I honestly couldn’t make heads or tails.

Ruby could sense the hesitancy of my decision. She simply peered at me with a glance that was filled with transparent expectedness. Almost as if she anticipated I should know what to do next, but I could only answer with more confusion. She rolled her eyes. Amethyst filled irises darted to the side in a rapid motion, as her head slightly gave a slight jerk sidewards. A clear signal for nearly anyone with two brain cells to pick up on.

I simply nodded. I positioned myself over her mouth, both arms and legs steadily settled so as to not fall off. I lined up my hips over the entrance, and I thrusted down. My stiffened cock penetrated through the wall of flesh that was Ruby’s lips. Slick painted maws smoothly glided across my nether regions. The familiar sensation of her lips wrapped around my crotch sent jolts throughout my body. I quickly started to pump my hard member into her fleshy cavern. My hips bounced rhythmically to an invisible beat. A melodic tempo to help maintain the flow I upheld. Soft whimpers and moans of pleasure slipped out at each thrust. Closer and closer until I could eventually climax.

From behind, I could hear the tapping of Ruby’s fingernails on her phone. The faint sound of her fingernails drummed on the screen with a little ‘Tap’ sound at each strike. My hips slowed down as it continued. I was distracted by my own innate curiosity. My hips nearly stopped moving altogether, and my head began to turn around to face the screen of Ruby’s phone.

Ruby swiftly intercepted with a light flick of her fingers against my bare asscheek. I could feel a minor throbbing form on the skin of my bare bottom. Although the flick wasn’t anything too serious, it was still enough to spur me back. I started to hastily pump my dick back into her mouth. Continually barging my stiff erection through her plump lips.

Ruby’s finger pinched around my waist. A light squeeze as to not crush my body into a pulp. She quickly flipped me around, my form faced the opposite side where I could see the long landscape of her torso and legs. She set her phone down in her lap, screen faced underneath the decorative phone case. I could feel Ruby delicately open her mouth. An ajar space cracked open to the moist pit of her jaws. My small frame balanced tactfully on the upper set of her teeth softly bitten into my butt, and her lower lip placed at front. A surge of her humid breath crept out and overwhelmed my erect cock like a morning fog. From the inside of Ruby’s mouth, I felt her tongue brush upon the untouched underside of my legs. The fleshy tip of her tongue gently played with my groins. A playful lick that slathered itself over exposed netherregions caught in Ruby’s muzzle.  My body shuttered in an intense spiral of ecstasy. The fleshy pink snake slowly slithered its way out from the grotto of her mouth. It treaded through the undersided arch between my legs, and ended up on my frontside. The slimy mass of flesh curved upwards, a massive blockade of muscle and tissue spilled over the lower half of Ruby’s mouth. 

The pulpy, sandpaper texture of her taste buds coursed across the delicate tip of my manhood. I instinctively tensed up. A loud whimper escaped my mouth, and I bit down on my hand to muffle any further noise. Precum leaked out the head like a faulty pipe. The telltale signal of the homestretch in reach I could feel Ruby’s mouth curve up into a smile. She began to move her tongue in a wave-like motion. A gentle undulation that bounced and rubbed upon my throbbing cock. The soft bumps of her tongue smoothly ran across the sensitive glans of my boner. I rapidly rocked my hips in a harmonized motion to the billow of Ruby’s tongue. Gyrations pumped with expeditious speed that I didn’t think I was capable of before.

My nerves skyrocketed to a point I didn’t think they could possibly reach. The bottled libido had finally bubbled up to its limit. My leg started to sporadically twitch. An uncontrollable nerve that desperately needed to jitter. I could feel the impending climax reach across the finish line. I gyrated my hips across the rough, yet slippery, surface of Ruby’s tongue. I just needed a little more push to cross that threshold. My body trembled with a titillated tremor. My cock jerked about, it was about ready to burst at any moment. I tried to pull away, so as not to accidentally squirt onto Ruby, but she hastily took hold of my body. Her large digits squished my backside into her plump kisser. 

A large stream of thick, hot cum erupted out of my cock like a geyser. A quick shot of my jizz landed on the backdrop of her tongue. A gooey puddle laid out on the fleshy surface of her tongue. I collapsed from the exhaustible climax of our session. Legs and arms temporarily gone flaccid as my form laid drained from the Brobdingnagian sized blowjob. I took in long breaths as I laid slack across Ruby’s face. My body covered in this odd mixture of sweat, spit, and body encompassed kiss marks. 

Ruby pinched her fingers on my shoulders, and hoisted me away from the confines of her mouth. She pedantically placed me on the flat surface of her palm yet again. She swished the blend of my semen with her saliva like a taste tester. With a loud gulp, she proudly swallowed the cum down her gullet. Her fingers traced the voyage of my load from her esophagus down to her stomach. She further emphasized this with a smack of her lips. Like she had just sampled some fine wine or drink. 

I just laid there. Body sprawled in an eagle position. My legs temporarily gave out from the orgasm, and I simply needed a moment for a short recharge. The only bit of life to be shown in them was the occasional twitch or muscle spasm. Ruby moved the front of her phone over me. The lens hovered over me with an intense gaze like a magnifying glass over an ant. A loud click rang out from the phone, and I instantly knew what Ruby did. She took a photo. 

She simply giggled at the picture. I didn’t know what the image looked like at the moment, but she later showed me the picture. Boy, I did ever look like a complete and utter mess. My body, while placed onto Ruby’s face, accidentally smeared up some of her face paint and it ended up on me. The end result was something that appeared like a disastrous conclusion of the world’s greatest hangover. A terrible mixture of sweat, saliva, and smudged make up. Overall, it was a greatly disheveled look, but damned it all if it didn’t look like a good time.

“Well,” Ruby spoke up, her words carried a bit of snark, “Was it as good for you as it was good for me?” 

I didn’t say much. I didn’t have it in me to even utter a word. I simply nodded my head. She smiled sweetly, and looked at me with a glance of genuine sincerity. No guile or underhanded devilry, just a straightforward warmth that kindles the inside and tugs at the emotions. 

She brushed aside her long, braided strands of hair to the side. “Y’know, I’ve been thinking about it, and maybe I should keep you. It’s an awfully dangerous world out there for someone your size. You could get squashed, stepped on, or even, Heaven forbid, used by another woman. I mean, that’s my job after all.”

I managed a weak chortle from her joke. She continued, “So, here’s what I’m thinking: You get to stay here with me, and you’ll be fed, clothed, and bathed. Y’know, the works and all. But–and this is a huge but–I don’t carry freeloaders here. You’ll have to earn your place here, and I have a few ideas in mind. Not gonna tell right now, though. It’s secret for now, so enjoy the bit of R&R you got cuz it ain’t gonna last. Overall, you do a little bit for me, and I promise to do a whole lot for you. Sound good, Isaac? Does that sound pretty reasonable, Isaac?”

I didn’t even process the fact that she said my actual name. Probably for the first time since we introduced ourselves. Either way, my mind was pretty befuddled, but not entirely out of the realm of reasoning. I mustered every ounce of will in my body. Wholefully concentrated into uttering one word that would completely seal the agreement. Ruby waited in bated breath for my response. She was eager, if not entirely anxious, about the answer. So, without delay, I managed to utter my response to her set conditions.

“Sure,” I answered weakly.

“Squee,” She replied flatly. Her fingers curled inward and wrapped themselves around me. The tips of her digits shifted around until they managed to latch onto my arms. Ruby dangled me with a pinched grab. My body hung there limp as a dead body as it lifelessly swung to and fro on whim. Ruby then maneuvered me over her cleavage. An elephantine canyon of flesh waited for me from below. She slowly lowered my body down into the exposed cleft like it were a claw machine, and I was the prize caught by hook. I effortlessly slipped in the gap between her breasts. I was fully encompassed in a pillowy surrounding, save for my head. The rest of my figure willingly surrendered to the cushy embrace. “Good. Why don’t you take a quick power nap while you’re down there. I think you’ve earned it. Besides, I don’t want you fallin’ asleep while I show you how magical these are hands in bed.”

With that, Ruby placed the tip of her index finger on my head, and gave it a nice final push into her bosom. I was firmly fixed in a position where my body was completely limited in movement. There was a sudden compression within her mountainous breasts. The massive walls of flesh squeezed together, and left me squished between them. Through it all, I could hear a muffled laugh from above. ‘Of course,’ I thought to myself. Ruby then decompressed, and I could feel my bones relax in relief. Strangely enough, I didn’t mind it. It felt rather nice, and the added sponginess was a definite plus. 

Great footfalls thumped outside the fabric of Ruby’s shirt. The pendulum sway of her walking carried me to wherever she headed. I didn’t fall asleep. I honestly couldn’t manage to make myself sleep that easily. My mind was flooded with thoughts and predictions of what would eventually befall onto me. Who knew what was in store for me but Ruby? What exactly she would do to me, and even show to later, was all up to fate now. I just rested my head against the gargantuan boob. I was tucked away from the world outside, and knew nothing of what awaited me. Yet, I still had the optimistic gut feeling that it wouldn’t be all that bad.

“Pick a card,” Ruby said, her hand offered me a variety of facedown cards in front of me. She sat with her legs criss-crossed in black pajama pants with ornamented pumpkins. I stood on the pulled back bedsheets that laid as vast as a field. Ruby was kind enough to find me a makeshift tunic from the fabric of a handkerchief so I could cover myself. I attentively thought about the card to pick, fingers rubbed along the jawline in contemplation. I settled on the middle most card out of the hand. I grabbed the edge of the thin paper material, and peaked underneath to see what tarot card I chose. A picture of both a man and woman stood amongst an open plain. They both embraced each other in a loving hug with an angelic figure perched above. The card had the roman numeral VI on it, and it read, ‘The Lovers’.

“This one,” I answered while I held the card. Ruby took the hand back into the deck. The Lovers card disappeared amongst the other seventy-seven cards. 

“Alright. Now don’t tell me what card you picked. It ruins the trick if I already know the card,” She instructed. I stood back as Ruby shuffled the deck with a dexterous speed. Her hands swiftly moved at such staggered briskness I’ve only ever seen with card dealers at casinos. I attempted to follow the blur of movement with her hands, but got a bit lost. 

While Ruby shuffled, I managed to take in the true appearance of her face. It was rather bizarre to look at her without the skull painted on her face. Without the heavy appliance of cosmetics, she could’ve fooled somebody into believing that she was an entirely different person altogether. Fair features that popped out in an extroverted manner, and could turn any man’s head like a corkscrew. Although, I don’t exactly know any man that would have stuck around in my condition, except for me that is. 

Ruby finished with the shuffle, and laid down the deck of cards in front of me. She placed her palm on the surface. In one breakneck motion, she shifted the stack of cards in a circle. Each individual card immaculately slid into place with hardly any hiccups or setbacks to interrupt the magic trick. With the cards neatly formed, Ruby hovered her hand over the ring of cards. She closed her eyes, purely concentrated on which card to pick from the hoop. Her hand hung in the air for a moment, frozen from the indecision. Then, in a fatal swoop, she nabbed a card out of the pile. Ruby held the back of the card to me, a moment in order to increase the suspense. She opened her eyes and gazed at me with a look filled with inscrutable mystique. Ruby flipped the card around, the cover finally revealed to me in all the built up suspense.

“Is this your card?” She asked. The visual of the card depicted a jester who was about to walk off of a cliff. This jester was also notable for the backwards worn clothes, and the bag tied to the stick that he carried over his shoulder. On the card, there was a number zero printed above the picture, with the words ‘The Fool’ written on the bottom.

I looked at Ruby, “No, that’s not the card I chose.” I tensed up a bit. I had no clue as to what she would pull out of her sleeve to make the trick work. 

“Oh really?” Ruby leaned close to me. Her colossal mountain sized face steadily inched closer towards me like a meteorite about to crash towards Earth. I staggered back a bit, nervous that she might actually crash into me. “Check under your foreskin.”

I didn’t even have any foreskin. Still, my eyesight wandered downward with a confused look exhibited. Right beneath me, mostly obscured by the large sheets of the bed, I saw the corner of a tarot card peek out from underneath. I grabbed the corner and pulled out the card. My miniscule size made the task of even moving a simple card more arduous and taxing on my body. I managed to haul the card out from below the sheets, and to my great surprise, the Lovers card was present. An expression of astonishment appeared on my face. The card magically materialized underneath the comforter and the bedsheet, almost as if right out of thin air. 

“How’d you do it? Sleight of hand? Simple distraction?” I questioned with curious intent. “C’mon, you gotta tell me! I’m just dying to know. What’s the secret to it?”

Ruby simply smiled warmly. Her hand flew down and scooped me up into her clutches. I was whisked away from the ground and brought up close to her face. “I can't tell you the secret. Besides, what’s the point of telling how the trick works? That just spoils the magic of it all. There wouldn't be any fun in the trick if you knew how it worked.” Her maw stretched open wide and yawned loudly. She placed her fist at the entrance to help contain it, but the yawn spurted out regardless. “Alright,” she declared, “I think it’s about time to call it a day. I’m tired.”

She reached over the lamp placed on top of the night stand. Her hand fiddled around a bit before it finally discovered the switch. A flash of darkness shortly consumed the entirety of the room. Even in the darkness, I could perfectly picture Ruby’s movement through the pitch black shadow. Her hand guided me downwards, and openly deposited me onto the exposed portion of her midriff. I landed softly onto the stomach with a bouncy surface to help ease the fall. A large mass suddenly landed on top of me. I padded down the sudden figure, and quickly discovered it was Ruby’s hand. Her hand was the one that kept me firmly pinned to her belly. Columns of slender digits weighed on top of my form, and firmly tucked my body in like a weighted blanket. 

I nestled on the soft, ebony skin of Ruby’s stomach. The gentle rise and fall of her stomach matched by the pace of her own breaths. I rested my head down, ear floored to the cavernous gut. Through the thick layer of muscle and fat, I heard gurgles that softly rumbled throughout the confines of her stomach. I tuned into the mellow grumbles that reverbated in the abdomen. I felt my mind lulled by the melody of the gurgles, lost in the rhythm of Ruby’s oscillated breathing. My eyelids felt heavy, and would soon close at a moment's notice. I let them fall without any hint of resistance or struggle. I fell asleep on the bountiful body of Ruby. My dreams surrounded in the same strange, yet oddly pleasant, glow that she possessed.