The Receptionist - Dream Girl Corp.

[snottynsneezy]

DREAM GIRL CORP.

we find YOU the woman of YOUR DREAMS

(for ALL your needs)

>As you near the opposing glass doors that stood tall ahead you. It slides open, letting out a sigh of relief as it stretches its bearings. 

>the interior a sleek, clean white - very modern looking. About the centre of the lobby was a desk, same shade of white as the rest of the room, almost as if raised directly from the pristine floor. Uniformed trees decorated the sides of the room, groomed to perfection.

>behind the desk was a receptionist like you've never seen before. She fashioned a head of black hair dyed with streaks of blonde in a wolf cut. Dressed in the white coat receptionist uniform with round framed glasses propped on her nose. She definitely was a new employee there.

>as she reaches to prepare your form, your eyes divert to her nose - petite yet wider at the base, slightly upturned into a button. It maintained a pink composure throughout, with a brighter red around the nostrils. You figured it was triggered by the mild pollen from the plants that decorated the lobby and the desk.

"hbere is your formb sir", she exclaimed with the typical cheeriness of a receptionist - she fought valiantly against her congested sinuses as she rose a baby blue handkerchief to her nose, dabbing at the rims of her nostrils, wary of sniffling.

>at that moment you knew

>you filled out the form, every option, that matched the one of the receptionist before you.

>you HAD to hear her bashful self sneeze

>as you hand her the form, you observe as she wiggles her nose to resolve the itch. Her bespectacled eyes scanned up and down the document, her eyes widening with confused excitement. In a fit of surprised panic, she turns around to ring up her supervisor.

3 minutes pass in the waiting room

>you gaze up at the figure before you. It was her, wearing a shy smile across her face. Her nose, now consumed in a deeper red. It was resilient - despite being a bright red, it remained far from raw. 

"combe with mbe", she exclaims, holding out her hand.

>her hand was cool and damp, from presumed rubbing of her allergy afflicted nose.

>she lead you into a forested room, packed with various flora.

"wow her nose REALLY needs a lot of pollen to get it going", you thought to yourself eagerly.

>the deeper you both travelled into the room, you felt her hands quivering. Still, she was afraid to sniffle, blow her nose or even sneeze. Her speech hitched with every other word, but yet, no sneezes.

>you both took a seat on the bed that sat in the middle of the greenery. Beautifully coloured flowers adorned the scenery, leaking clouds of bright yellow pollen from their anthers. As you get comfortable, admiring her whole self, you hear a quiet whirring - a fan had been activated, blowing the clouds of pollen towards you. 

>her hands remained at her face as she rubbed, itched and pinched her nose profusely. It leaked like a broken faucet, a stream of mucous trickled down her face as she struggled to plug her nose with no prevail.

you hand her a box of tissues in attempt of getting her to warm up to you and let her nose just explode

"thamk y- you- he- HEh- hehh", a sneeze was brewing, the pollen granules were hiking through her nose hairs

>you "accidentally" fling a flower anther at her, detonating a bomb of allergens in her face

>HeHHh- HE -he-Eitshxxn't "I'm sor-" HE-EITSCH - EITSCH. A volley of wet sneezes escaped her nostrils, unleashing a spray of mist that shimmered in the light. Every few sneezes she would attempt to stifle a set of sneezes but the intensity only grew. The air in the room was tinted yellow with pollen liberating around us. 

>the box of tissues had been emptied out, creating a pile of wet, soaked tissues at our feet. She complained about her hay fever as her hand kept at her nostrils, in attempt to not get snot everywhere. Her allergies had taken over. Her shyness had been overruled by the immense amount of pollen. No longer could she control her nose, the sneezes kept coming and her nose kept running.

>the fear she once had of sneezing around me and making other motions to alleviate the war being waged within her nasal cavity had dissipated. She had lost said war and her nose had taken controlled. Trying to pick up a stray tissue to presumably blow her wet nose, she stumbled forward, face first into a flower in full bloom. She stood back up in fear of what was to come. A fluff of pollen balanced on top of her button nose, causing an itch she's never felt before to build as her nostrils poured like a waterfall.

>"I nee- I needa- sn- snee- heH- HE- HE-EISHHW" one sneeze after another, slowly growing snottier and messier. The beads of spray that unleashed conjoined to form a more viscous expulsion. Sets of powerful allergen fueled sneezes burst from her face. Her nose glistened in the light, shiny around her nostrils. At this point she was hunched over at the foot of the bed, glasses fallen off her upturned red nose, sneezed continuously. 

>you decide to join her on the floor to comfort her. Wrapping your arms around her. You watched with a keen eye, every contraction of her body as she let out pent up allergies, sniffling thickly between sets of sneezes, her mucous and pollen covered palm rubbing frustratedly at her allergy attacked sinuses. You could hear the squelching sounds within her nostrils with each rub. As she sank into your arms, you feel your shirt get damper as it continues to get soaked in her spray, much like those tissues.

>you sat there contently as you admired the woman before you in sneezy agony

 

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Edited December 26, 2021 by snottynsneezy

[sneezyfeather338]

Very interesting style of writing. The story was good too.

[Chelegirl]

Really good.

[DanniSneeze]

Love the desperation of the poor receptionist!