The Blooming Rose (Part 6 added Mar15)

[PollenFiend]

Hi everyone.

So I'm back with a new female allergy story, and this time I tried my hand at something a little more... adult-oriented. However I still wanted to share some of this new series, since parts of it will not be explicit. So below is a snippet of the first chapter.

Moderators - if this is still a bit too spicy, I apologize. Please feel free to treat the content as you see fit.

The concept is a gentlemen's club called The Blooming Rose. It's welcome to both genders of clientele, is located where you envision it to be either romantic or seedy, and is allergy-themed. Specifically it is hayfever-themed, with various pollen-producing plants all harvested from greenhouses and displayed in full bloom.

I'm going to write other chapters, some adult, some not, and there is no set sequence. It will be like a fetishy choose-your-own adventure novella. Each chapter will focus on one, perhaps two sneezy ladies in the club and today's instalment has you enjoying a private session with a very allergic erotic dancer.

I mention in the story that 'you' are actively involved, and I keep the interactions obscure as to what gender 'you' are so it can appeal to both audiences. I hope you like it. Please give me feedback on what sort of character you'd like me to write about next. Female only please!

Enjoy!

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The Blooming Rose

-- The Private Dancer --

"How about a dance?" the girl asked sweetly, looking down at you seated in your chair. You returned her gaze, noticing how her allergy-stricken nose was red and wet around the nostrils, how her eyes were half-closed and red-rimmed, how her mouth was slightly agape as she tried to smile serenely, though her twitching nose and quivering lips betrayed her.

After having given her a smile in return and an approving look from top to toe, you reached up and took the stripper's hand. She delicately pulled you up from your seat and escorted you down a short walkway, flanked by rooms on either side. Your ears picked up on the delicious sound of various women speaking seductively while sniffling, moaning, gasping, sneezing. It was a stereoscopic treat for the ears while you watched your beautiful escort walk in front of you, her heart-shaped ass and barely-there black thong inviting you ever forward.

She paused a brief moment, raising her free wrist and pressing it under her nose. "hihh-.. huHT-KSSCHHuuoo!!" she sneezed, her hand squeezing yours and her lovely, firm ass shaking slightly from the force. ".. IT-TSCHHHuhh!!" she sneezed again just as before, though this time ending with a wet sniffle as she resumed walking.

You were eager to see her dance for you; how she would kick away her stiletto heels, peel away her fishnet stockings, unclasp her lacy bra. Her smooth, light blonde hair contrasted against her attire all in black. Even her chunky bracelet and necklace were like crystals of darkness, blending into the dim, heavy-scented ambiance around you. Eventually the stripper lead you to your private room, pushing aside a heavy velvet curtain and taking you into the room by the hand. You sat and sank comfortably into a large velvet armchair.

She closed the curtain behind her, then raised her hand to rub strongly at her red, running nose. The rubbing made a wet squelching sound, and she sniffled loudly and thickly, her nose full with allergic wetness. Her nostrils flared and itched, watery mucus running from them uncontrollably. She turned to face you and you could see the extent of her allergic suffering. While her hay fever was already aggravated by the allergy-themed club, the private room was having an immediate additional effect.

"Welcome to the ragweed room," she said seductively, through her congestion which amplified your arousal. "I'm Kaylee and I'b.. hehh-.. I'b very-hh.. ah.. allhergic-hehh.." With each false start, her delicate nostrils flared. Kaylee left her hand hovering by her trembling nose. She stepped closer, each step making her heels click and her ample breasts jiggle within the confines of her skimpy lace bra. You handed her a few large bills and she put them aside deftly.

The ragweed room, a single private room with a single allergen on display, designed to provoke maximum suffering for certain performers and, simultaneously, maximum pleasure for their clients. Better still, the curtained door and open-roof design ensured that the sounds of other girls' sneezing and sniffling could still be heard to add to your enjoyment.

Standing right in front of you, Kaylee put her hand on her hip, pushing it to one side and adopting a sexy pose. She looked straight into your eyes, though she couldn't help but notice all the ragweed around the periphery. "Ohh I'm so itchy..." she teased. "Tell me.. hehh.. Tell me what you like..." She kept sniffling wetly, her nose streaming non-stop. Her body was captivating, as was her struggling against her hay fever. Vases of ragweed, some tall, some short, some overflowing, some reserved, stood all around her. There was ragweed on the floor, on tabletops, on the walls, and every single stalk was plump and dripping with masses of potent, powdery pollen.

"I want you to let it all out. Be messy. Don't hold back," you instructed, as a new song began to play in the background - something you liked; something slow and easy to dance to. You were desperate to see Kaylee sneeze, and you knew you were in store for a very allergic treat.

Kaylee flipped her pollen-dusted blonde hair and fought against her nose for a few more moments. She sniffled and snuffled, rubbing her red, itchy eyes and irritated nose. "I'll.. hehh-.. I'll give you a good show. Ughh.." she sighed quietly, the aggravating sneeziness assaulting her nose. Her nostrils pulsed as her allergy attack built strength within them. She needed to sneeze. The urge made her breath sneak out desperately. "hehh.. heghh!-.. hiiIIGH!!-.." her plaintive squeals of allergic itchiness rose in pitch as she lost against the sight and sensation of ragweed all around her. "HEHH-HIEEGGHH!!-" she gasped, rearing back and submitting to the pollen being sucked into her sensitive, moist, flared nostrils. Her breasts heaved and stretched against delicate black lace. "hhHIIEEGHT-CCHHIIUHH!!... hhHHEEGHT-TSCHHIUHHH!!!!" she sneezed fully and forcefully, spraying your eagerly waiting body with the contents of her itchy, drippy nose. Mucus clung to her nose and coated her lip as she danced and writhed in front of you, messily wiping at her nose with her arm before gradually removing her bra.

"Oh yes, that's it..." you said quietly, thoroughly enjoying yourself.

You leaned forward to get a better look, but closed your eyes when a sudden "HHEE-YEEGHSCHHHUHH!!!" exploded from the stripper's nose, spraying you again with clear, thin liquid. You blinked away the sensation of misty spray and saw Kaylee hold her hands up against her breasts, keeping the bra in place while the strap dangled unhooked from the back. Your eyes tracked up to see her held captive by the unabated urge to sneeze. "hegghh-.." she breathed. "HIHHH!-.. huhh-uhh-.." she shuddered weakly after a false start. The pollen toyed with her nasal passages, making her perpetually feel the urge to explode with wet sneezes. She sniffled congestedly, wanting to rub at her damp face which felt like a mass of itchiness. But that would mean losing her bra.

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Aaaaand I think I'll leave the rest for the adult board. Sorry to tease. But next time I'll write an entirely non-adult chapter!

- PF

Edited March 15, 2014 by pfsf2010
Removed PG-13 Reference - HoL

[Pilgrim]

Spectacular!

[NoV]

...okay - I'm just off to the Adult board now. See you in a couple of minutes

[Hedgehog]

The Blooming Rose is the name of the brothel in Dragon Age II. (that's why I somehow stumble over the title of your story every time I read it *g*)

[SpookyScarySkeleton]

Damn that sounds amazing. continue.

[Via]

HolycrapthisissoamazingI'mnotevencoherentenoughforspaces

But yeah, would LOVE to see this continued.

[italianman]

Amazing.

Thank you!

[zneeze]

This is well-written and such an original idea! I've never been to a strip club, and I've decided I'll never go to one that doesn't have a Ragweed Room.

Seriously, excellent work, pfsf2012. Looks like I'm off to the Adult Board as well! Toodles! *prances away happily*

[omgomgg]

um. yes.

[PollenFiend]

Glad you all liked it! My next instalment will be fully non-adult and I'll post it right here on this thread so we can all enjoy it. Stay tuned.

The Blooming Rose is the name of the brothel in Dragon Age II. (that's why I somehow stumble over the title of your story every time I read it *g*)

It's also the name of one of the brothels in Assassin's Creed 2, although in Italian (Rosa in Fiore). I figured it would be a fitting name for an allergy-themed strip club.

[maddragon]

The description in this story is wonderful. I cannot wait until I can access the adult section to read more.

[PollenFiend]

Hi everyone. I wrote this chapter to be like a "chapter 1" of the branching storyline. So let's take things back to when you first entered The Blooming Rose. The star of this chapter is a hostess by the name of Evelyn. She was inspired by this picture: http://i.imgur.com/yYOrq.jpg.

-- The Hostess --

You followed through on that tip you received a while back. Turning on your phone and checking your notes, you confirmed again that you were in the right place. You looked at the building’s façade – brightly lit and glowing with a playful, joyful shine just like the other buildings in this part of the city. But there was no signage, nothing to tell you what the heavy (and heavily guarded) door led to inside.

You read the description from your phone one more time. Yes, everything matched up. You approached the large pair of bouncers and gulped slightly.

“Good evening,” one of them said, nodding at you.

“Hello. Um… Is there a flower shop nearby?” you asked, with a slight quaver in your voice as you recited the first part of the entry phrase also mentioned in the tip you received.

“I think there’s a place that sells roses down the street,” the bouncer replied.

“No, roses make me sneeze,” you answered back.

Both bouncers looked at you for a long moment from behind their black shades, and then glanced around them to see if there were any onlookers. “I think you might be able to find something inside. Please,” one of them offered as he opened the heavy window-less door. As it swung open you began to hear the faint thump and thud of music and you also began to detect the fragrance of flowers and perfume.

“Thank you,” you said before sauntering in with a grin, trying to contain your glee and excitement. You made it! The Blooming Rose! It was a real place and you found it! You felt ready to burst with anticipation.

Then you saw the line. Sighing quietly as your heart sank, you filed into the line of patrons to await your turn at entry. You noticed how everyone was dressed so finely. While not too shabby yourself, you wish you had known better. The line wasn’t long, perhaps 8, perhaps 10 people ahead of you. At the front of the line stood a large counter equipped with a small, elegant lamp and a vase of bright, fresh flowers, many of them roses. In fact, by squinting slightly you were able to see a little into the darkness around the corner, noticing more vases, flowers, and the shapes of people moving about.

Behind the counter stood a hostess. You observed her as she welcomed guests and checked for their names and notes on her computer. The counter partially obscured her figure, but you were still able to admire her delicately lean figure from the waist up. She wore a fine, form-fitting red dress with only subtle ornamentation, though her wrists, neck and ears were decorated with thin hoops of yellow gold. Her long, flowing red hair rested in loose curls atop her shoulders, beginning to blend into her dress, almost as if she were clothed in nothing but her own hair.

“Thank you sir, please enjoy,” you heard her say with a pretty Irish accent as she waved the guest at the front of the line inside. Another girl led him around the corner and into the darkness of the club. As you and the rest of the line shuffled forward, you saw the hostess bring a white handkerchief to her nose. “kkiiscchff!-chhiffh!-hhee-iiscchhffh!!... iiIIIHHIISSCHHfffh!!” she sneezed rapidly into the cloth. As she brought her hand back down to her computer screen, you saw her scrunch and wiggle her freckled nose. It too was red, like her hair and her dress, almost seemingly by design. “ugghhh…” she sighed before sniffling wetly and wiping her nose again with her handkerchief. “Good evening,” she greeted the next guest courteously and with a bright smile.

Between welcoming guests, checking her records and waving them on inside, the redheaded hostess continually wiped, rubbed, and pinched her itchy, red nose. When that didn’t alleviate the tickles in her nose, she sneezed. She sneezed rapid, itchy fits, barely held in check by her handkerchief. “hhhhuhh… hehh-HEHH-HEAHH!-.. huh-tschhff!-heh-tcchff!-hea-cchhffh!!-hurrschffh!!-chhsshf!!-CHSHHFH!-KCISSHFFH!!-KHISSCHHFH!!..... huhh-HUHH-… HRRUHH-IISCHHFFHH!!.. HHRII-IIGHSHHFHH!!” After such a fit, she would take a few moments to sniffle or blow at length, either action producing sounds that were very wet, very allergic and indeed very pleasurable to hear. Her allergies held her hostage. When the sneezes struck, the hostess’s work would come to a halt, her body only able to hitch, gasp, shudder and sneeze-and-sneeze-and-sneeze until she was out of breath, her nose exhausted yet still itching terribly. It caused the line to move slowly, but you didn’t mind.

As you finally drew closer, you noticed her pink lips were usually parted in an effort to breathe mostly through her mouth instead of her sensitive nose. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, easily discernable against her pale skin.

“Hey Evelyn,” said the current guest at the front of the line.

“Good to s.. se-hee you, J-.. juhh-... huhh!-“ the hostess started but was interrupted by more sneezes. “hhuugh-iischhfhh!-iighhshhf!-iihhiighschff!-iiiII-IISSHHFFHHUHH!!!”

“Bless you, Ev!” the guest remarked with the same pleasure that you were feeling in seeing Evelyn surrendering to itchy fits of sneezes.

“Ugghhh,” Evelyn sighed again as she pinched and massaged her nose with her long fingers and damp handkerchief. “Excuse mbe, dear. Mby hay fever is absolutely horrendous tonight.” The itchiness and congestion suffusing her voice had the affect of adding to the allure of her accent. Evelyn waved the guest on in while still covering her mouth and nose, “pehh-… please… edjoyhh-huhhh!- hut-KSSCHHF!!-kchiishhf!-tchhiffh!-chhrfffhh!... hihh-hih-… hhhiiEEEA-EEASSCHHUFFHHhh!!!”

By the time you made it to the front of the line, you saw fully the duality evident in this fine, young lady. One side of her was poised, professional, charming and elegant. The perfect hostess for a classy establishment. The other side of her was a terribly allergic woman suffering from a severe and prolonged attack of hay fever provoked by all the scents and pollenating plants around her. The darkened interior of the club was lush with flowering plant life of all kinds, its pollen being expelled, drifting into the entrance hallway and into Evelyn’s poor allergic eyes and nose.

“Good evening, welcome to The Blooming Rose,” Evelyn said to you with measured charm and an almost noble sense of decorum. Despite her efforts, her etiquette was somewhat betrayed by her parted, pink lips, her half-closed, watery eyes and the slight sparkle of runny liquid escaping from both of her reddened, quivering nostrils. Her oval nostrils expanded with a sharp flaring and wet sniffle, making the sparkle of liquid disappear but only briefly. There was only so much she could do to maintain her temporary composure.

You gave Evelyn your name and she searched for it on her screen while raising her damp handkerchief to dab at the runniness accumulating under her nose. “Just a moment,” she said as she searched, again pinching and rubbing her nose through the handkerchief. The rubbing produced an opposite effect, making the ever-present tingle grow and burn. You saw Evelyn start to hitch her breath, her eyes narrowing as she still tried to focus on her screen.

“iighhh-… Ehh-… excuse… mbe…heee-…” Her medium-sized breasts began to heave slightly within her red dress, her pale cleavage clearly visible as she leaned forward into her hands and handkerchief, grasping it desperately like a security blanket. Her eyes shut tightly and her body convulsed with another fit of rapid, itchy hay fever sneezes. “iiGGHHISSHFH!!-IIIHHIISSCHHFF!!-iigghhsschffh!-iisshffh!-khisschfffh!-khiisshhff!...” Evelyn’s body trembled, the red-wrapped curves of her fine figure quivering along with her flowing curls and ribbons of red hair. It was all very sensual and you couldn’t help but stare.

“Ughhh…” Evelyn righted herself and gave her nose a quick, wet blow into her handkerchief. “Beg your pardon,” she apologized. “Ohh, this hay fever…” she complained, though not truly complaining, not completely, almost as if she were acting.

“It’s no problem. Bless you,” you offered. If this was part of the experience, you were already enjoying yourself immensely.

“Thank you,” Evelyn said, turning her head to smile at you brightly, her nose also remaining bright with redness. She turned back to her screen. “Yes, we have a table for you. Carla will lead you in,” she said, motioning to another lady with her hand. Carla was dressed in black, also looking elegant as her dress contrasted against her smooth skin and the equally smooth bob of her blonde hair. She sniffled wetly and you noticed how her eyes and nose were also red from allergies.

“Thank you, Evelyn,” you responded with a nod and smile, looking back at the hostess one more time.

“You’re very welcome. Enjoy yourself tonight,” she said, somewhat playfully. “heegh-…” Evelyn’s eyes fluttered closed again as you began following Carla inside. Behind you, you heard Evelyn succumbing to another fit of itchy hay fever sneezes. Her poise and pleasant demeanor were no match for the pollen or its affect on her red, wet, irritated nose as it burst with a ferocious fit of quick, explosive sneezes. “HHEEAAHSCCHHFFH!!-iii-IISSCCHHFFhh!-iiikhisschff!-kiischhffh!-kkiirschh!-kiieeshh!-hrriissshffff!!!” A gurgling blow, a few very wet sniffles, and another sigh. “Ndext please,” you heard her say with congested charm before you were enveloped by the music within The Blooming Rose.

It was going to be a very interesting night.

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End of this chapter! It’s choose-your-own-adventure time! Do you:

- Sit down at your table and talk to Carla

- Leave your table quickly and head to the bar

- Walk over to the stage where a sneezy dancer is performing

- Do something else?

Let me know what you’d like to see next. Hope you liked this chapter!

- PF

[whatthepie]

This is so good! I'm gonna have to say walk over to the stage where the sneezy dancer is because that sounds exciting

[SpookyScarySkeleton]

Sneezy dancer id say, do continue C;

[Hissybella]

Omg this is so hooottttttt.. blargh idk whut to do next, everything is fine with me XD - droolsss profusively-

[thewhitetigerleo]

sneezy dancer

[•.*°•☆. Q .☆•°*.•]

I vote talk to carla. :3

I like this story very much btw. You're very good.

[Bgrace27]

i love this

[ThePokeFan599]

_{I wonder if there is a way where you can talk to Carla while having the sneezy dancer in eyesight of your table. If not, I vote for talking to Carla. 1 on 1 sneezefests are better than everyone enjoying someone sneezing.}

[megacycle]

Talk to Carla.

That is my vote. I loved the addition to your story, and I look forward to reading the next entry.

[zneeze]

Clever idea, the codespeak to be allowed into the club! That snuck up on me, very good job! Then the rest, of course, was also excellent.

Ooh, I love Choose Your Own Adventure! I'm torn, I'm giving myself the pressure of possibly being the deciding vote here I do hope we'll get to read both situations play out in the near future! I guess I pick talk to Carla for now, and hopefully watch a sneezy dancer later, I'd love to see what that's like.

[Chiguy]

Outstanding!

This is going to give your Start Simulation a run for it's money as a classic.

Given how vivid your characters are ... I'm going to vote for Carla.

I think you've got something great in mind with her.

Can't wait

[Nicolias312]

My decision depends on what the bar would have in store, but I think I'll probably have to go with Carla. I agree with @ThePokeFan599 that 1 on 1 sneeze fests are better than everyone enjoying. Love your stories! Keep up the good work!

[PollenFiend]

Next chapter is now done! It looks like you've decided to talk to Carla, and nicely enough for you, she acts as your guide so you can observe lots of other yummy sneezes from around the club. For me, I pictured Alice Eve as I wrote about Carla. Probably because I watched her in Star Trek a while back. But hey, that's just me.

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The Blooming Rose

-- The Guide --

You followed Carla around the dark corner and into the Blooming Rose proper. Your eyes slid up and down Carla’s lovely back, admiring her pale blonde hair and skin and how her elegant, velvety black dress hugged her feminine curves as they gently, invitingly swayed as she walked.

Her slender form was suddenly engulfed by the sheer size of the open expanse which was the main center body of the Blooming Rose club. A high ceiling arched over two floors, connected by many flower-adorned spiral stairways. Tables, booths, a few private rooms, the grand main stage, and many smaller stages - all were suffused in a cozy darkness punctuated with bursts of colorful neon and most importantly of all, the scents and pollen emanating from countless plants of all allergenic types. You marveled at the scale of the intricate network of flowers, grasses, weeds and trees. Yes, there were even entire trees housed in the club, all looking somewhat smaller than expected but impressive nonetheless. The club’s botanists and caretakers must be phenomenal.

You saw dancers, servers, bartenders, and companion girls sitting with clients at their tables. Every single one of them was afflicted with allergies, and how could you blame them? If you had but a single type of pollen allergy, this club ensured you would sniffle, rub, itch and sneeze. If you had multiple allergies, your eyes and nose would be overcome with severe hay fever. You guessed every single working lady in the club was in the latter group. And they were all around you to enjoy.

“hihh.. hiih-IISSCHHhh!-iiiIISCHHhh!-IIIISCHHH!!-HHIGGHSCCHHUUu!!!”

“ohh, mby... mby ndose! HEHH!-... hhi-heggh-hihh-hhHEHHHHH... HHEEGGH-EAGHHSSCCHHFFFUUhhh!!!”

“Sorry hun, I gotta... gotta blow my nose... ughhh...”

“Ha-ha! You’re so funndy! ...hhHH-HHET-TCHNGMP!-uuuuhh... ohh, I’b so stduffed up.”

As much as you marveled at the plant life and ambiance, you also revelled in the lovely sights and sounds of wet sniffles, gurgling blows, and itchy, desperate hay fever sneezes whether breathy, drawn-out singles or relentless, rapid fits.

As for Carla herself, after leading you to a comfortable booth and seating you, she remained standing and rubbed her face near continuously with a damp, white handkerchief. If it wasn’t her itchy eyes, or her itchier nose, it was at her cheek or lip to catch the tears or watery mucus that streamed down her face. You could tell her hay fever attack was going full-strength, and she appeared to be the absolute itchiest allergy sufferer you had the pleasure of encountering. All that itching and rubbing made her eyes and nose extremely red, almost raw, and made her feel eternally on the verge of sneezing. She eventually did, straight into her wet hanky.

“hehh.. hhh-... hhhahh!-... hhhaaaaAAAAHHHH-TTCHIIFFHH!!!” Carla’s hair bounced, her curves shuddered, and her fine jewellery clinked delicately. The entirety of the sneeze sounded excruciatingly itchy, from the first twitch of her red, wet nostrils, to the hitching breaths that built up the irritating, tickly urge, to the drawn-out moan of allergic desperation escaping out of her mouth twisted into a gaping frown, and finally to the explosion of air and mucus-coated granules of pollen of all allergenic types.

“Bless you!” you said with aroused admiration for this lovely allergic lady in black.

Carla recovered, sniffling and rubbing and wiping and dabbing, but nothing relieved her of the itch that still tormented her quivering, deep-red, thoroughly irritated nose. Despite this, she giggled coyly from behind her wadded hanky. “Is this your first time here?” she asked.

“Um... yes, it is,” you answered honestly, a little sheepishly.

“Then I’m sure you will quickly tire of saying all those bleh.. hahhh-...” she started to hitch with another itchy sneeze but it faded, leaving her with only a congested sniffle instead of the release and hope of relief she craved so badly. “ughh.. All those bless you’s!” Another giggle. She seemed to be in good spirits, despite her nose’s apparent misery.

“It’s a habit. Good manners, and all,” you joked.

Carla gave her nose a quick, wet blow and continued to wipe and rub at her red nostrils. “Then thank you,” she replied kindly with a smile and nod. “Though I suspect I will be.. hahh-... be the suhh-.. hihh-hehhh!-...” Carla at first tried to rub more strongly at her nose, upwards to get at that persistent, terrible itch. When her hay fever refused her that comfort, she began to give into the urge to sneeze. Her hanky hung loose in her hand, ready to catch yet more allergic wetness. “haaahh!... haaaAAAAGH!...” she squealed itchily. While Carla completely resigned herself to her hay fever, the sneeze still toyed with her nostrils, making them pulse and flare largely, making them crawl with itchiness, making them run and drip with thin, watery liquid. Her gaping mouth let out rapid pre-sneeze exhales, “hahh-hah-haaAGH-HAAAHH!!-” she reared, her allergic nose rising into the pollen-filled air only to fill evermore with tickly pollen, her breasts heaving and pushing out against black velvet and thin gold chains.

“hhhHHAAAAAAGGHH-TTCHKKIIHHHFFHH!!!!” she let loose with the full force of her allergies bursting through her itchy, mucus-filled, swollen red nose. Carla’s white hanky visibly shook as it caught the sneeze, though you swore you felt some droplets of misty spray land on your hand.

“Bless you!” you offered again, surprised at the ferocity of Carla’s allergic sneeze.

“Ohh!” she exclaimed, seemingly also surprised as she messily wiped and snuffled away the ensuing runniness. “Excuse me! Ughh I’m such a mess. Excuse me,” she repeated.

“No no, you’re delightful,” you said in sincere compliment of her attractiveness.

“Thanks sweetie,” she said with a slightly shy giggle and another nose rub. “As I was trying to say, I think I’ll be the subject of a lot of your blessings!”

“I don’t mind at all.” You really didn’t.

With that, you noticed a server girl quick passing by your booth, catching a rapid fit of wet sneezes into her elbow. “kkiiscchh!-kiischh!-kkEESCHH!-EEASCHH!!-IIIEEGHHSCCH!!” she sneezed, all the while still managing to balance her tray of drinks as she glided by.

Carla deftly snagged one of the glasses off the tray and placed it on your table, right in front of your seat. As she leaned forward you could smell the sweetness of her perfume, hear the wetness of her quick sniffles, see the white softness of her invitingly deep cleavage. “Ah, this is for you!” she explained playfully. She stayed leaning over you as she continued, “On the house. This will help in case you are allergic too. But it’s only for guests and not for poor... hehh.. poor working girls.. lihh-.. heeaaagh-... like us... heeh-haah-haaAAGH!-...”

Carla began to succumb to another sneeze, flicking her finger back and forth between herself and the sneezing server. “HAAAAGHH!!-” she turned her head to the side and you saw her sneezy expression in profile, so close to you and so covered in sparkles - a combination of makeup and hay fever wetness. “HAAAAGHHH-TTCCHIIIIEEEAAH-HUHhh!!!” Carla sneezed freely, spraying her runniness into the air, her body shaking violently, including her breasts which you saw continuing to sway as you peered down the front of her dress and gulped. You took the complimentary drink and downed it quickly. If you had paid attention you would have noticed it tasting clean and not too sweet, maybe a little minty.

You nearly spat out the final mouthful of your drink as Carla spun around your table and plunked herself down right next to you on the cushioned booth, clamping at her dripping nose with her hanky as she did so. “So ledt mbe explaid all the fund stuff we have here at the Bloomig Rose! I’ll be your guide!” she said in high spirits, albeit congestedly, as she massaged her red nostrils with her damp hanky. Her entire nose still itched terribly. She sniffled deeply and wetly, setting her hand next to yours.

“Of course you have the main stage, and lots of smaller stages if you want to see our dancers. You can see their profiles up on the screens there,” Carla said as she pointed with her hanky-equipped hand towards rows of TVs turned on their side, showcasing looping videos of girls in various states of seductive undress and allergic suffering. “If you want to call a girl to one of the stages, you absolutely can!” Carla mentioned a few of the popular stars by name, as their videos popped up on one screen or another. “Like there’s Kaylee. Wow I wish I could dance like her. Or Misaki, one of our Japanese girls. Her sneezing is, like, reeeeeally bad. Or Audra, I think she’s sporting the cop costume tonight. That’ll be fun!”

You were at a loss for words, overcome with the possibilities of pleasure. “And all of them are... They all have...”

Carla laughed and patted you on your lap. “Yes hun, all of them have allergies! And they all dance! Or, if you want, I can get one of them over to be a companion! Like me!”

You were a bit confused. “What’s a companion?”

“Well we sit with you, talk with you, drink with you,” Carla started, though she slowed her speech to a playful crawl as she walked her fingers on your arm. “Sneeze for you...” she toyed.

“And... you’re my companion?”

“For now I am!” Carla giggled joyfully. “But just to give you a little taste. I’ll have to go soon unless you... want to pay to keep me around?” she asked hopefully. “of... of course you... huhh-...” her nostrils pulsed and dripped again as the pollen continued swirling in misery-inducing motions deep in Carla’s red nose. “I have... I have to-!” she held onto your arm while her other hand raised her hanky back to hover under her twitching nose. “hhaah-HAAAH-HAAAGGHH!-... HAAAAGGHHH-TTSCCHHIIEEAAGHH-HUHHh!!!!” she sneezed powerfully and mostly freely as she squeezed your forearm. “Ughh!” she exclaimed, hanky pressed to her nose, mopping up the runniness as it dripped forth. “I can’t stop sneezing!”

“... Bless you,” you said flatly though with a wide smile. You didn’t want her to stop.

“Of course you’re free to walk around, see the sights. The bars, upstairs, the shows.” Carla pointed towards one stage upstairs in particular where it looked like a small play was being performed, involving a sneezy lady teacher and a sneezier schoolgirl. The student looked like Misaki, the Japanese girl who was wearing a uniform and mask. Then you scanned over to one of the long bars on the main floor, being tended by a young woman with cropped black hair who struggled to mix drinks while stifling her thoroughly distracting hay fever sneezes.

“This booth is yours though, and you can return any time. If you want a... special treat, let me know and we’ll introduce you to a nice, intimate, private dance.” Carla said the last bit extra seductively. Your interest was absolutely piqued.

Carla blew her nose quickly and sniffled, adjusting herself on the cushion, scooting a little closer and leaning in towards you like a good friend who you hadn’t seen for a very long time. A good, sexy friend.

“So, what’ll it be?” she asked with excitement.

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Your options!:

- Stay with Carla and let her be your companion

- Let Carla go, and enjoy Audra’s dance on the main stage [adult]

- Try to get a drink from the sneezy bartender

- Ask Carla to order a private dance from Kaylee [adult, written]

- Go upstairs to see Misaki and her role-playing show

- Something else?

I hope you choose well, and have fun!

- PF

[OCC]

I think it would be nice to have an interaction with a girl who has come to the club (either she's attracted to women or there are male dancers at the club but we just don't ever see them) who has her own allergies that she is unable to fully get rid of. Or a scene in which a girl goes from completely unaffected to complete allergic breakdown, through your teasing her with flowers. Or both.