The Education of Desdemona Belti, Part 7 - Elvira Velour

[BlackAkuma]

Sitting on Elvira’s lap, the size difference couldn't be more obvious. While the redhead wasn’t exactly a giantess, she dwarfed Dizzy with ease - granted, most women did, but she dazzled in every category. The Italian’s thin, sinewy thighs looked like branches compared to her tree trunks. Those mountainous mounds eclipsed the flat plains of her chest. Even Dizzy’s ass - perky, cute, bouncy - was nothing compared to the wrecking ball that was Elvira’s hips.

It was like comparing a Fairy Penguin to an Emperor. Same sort of animal, but so different in every way. Elvira was like Dizzy, but just so much more, and she was painfully aware of that fact. This bountiful beauty could crush her in an instant, if she so chose. But that would be a waste, and they both knew it. They had a long night ahead. Pacing would be crucial.

It seemed like Elvira agreed, as the woman pulled her in tight, close. Enough that Dizzy could feel the power of her frame and lose herself in those swelling breasts, but not so close that air wasn’t in adequate supply - not yet. The dynamic was established, and she was content to daze on the blade’s edge for the moment.

Dizzy would’ve been content to simply sit here and worship Elvira’s divine body for hours, but the redhead was clearly not. She was on top, she was pinning Dizzy, keeping her under control, and most importantly, she was speaking. She struggled at first, but quickly came under heel when her opponent pressed her authority, speaking with those deep, dulcet, delicious tones. A playful challenge, with a prize worth fighting for - the chance to start this uphill battle with a slight advantage. Dizzy was game.

Brute force wasn’t going to do it. Elvira had the weight, the strength, the force to keep her buried under flesh forever, if she wanted - a pleasant fate, maybe later. For now, Dizzy, tried to focus enough for her to figure out a way to make this work. If she couldn't push the woman off, then maybe…

Dizzy’s tiny fingers worked their way up and down Elvira’s body. Not to feel her up - well, not just to do that. No, they were poking and prodding and pinching, here and there, searching up and down and left and right, trying to answer a simple question: Was Elvira Velour ticklish?

[DSX93]

Damn.

A poke at the side, just above the hip. Fingertips dancing along the ribs. Under her arms. Still cool, calm, and composed despite the task at hand and the constraints that saddled her. Dizzy would soon have her answers via the involuntary twitches they triggered.

Elvira would purse her lips, but the longer the gremlin's fingers touched at what would remain numerous sensitive spots over the years despite her best efforts, the more audible her struggle to hold back even the lightest chuckle became. All the way until she decided to do away with the charade and let herself giggle at last.

Yes, she was ticklish. In fact, she had it even worse than Alix. Something that gremlin would ruthlessly exploit during their own One Night Stand, to much the same effect: Cracks would form. Holes would open. But...

"That trick's been done before."

...And the muscle that today's Elvira Velour brought to the table would keep the number low. But there was a very real chance of little Dizzy figuring something out.

And honestly? She was rooting for her on the inside. There were a couple holes that would remain unplugged despite her awareness of their existence. What would Dizzy do with them? Would she even realize they're there?

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy once dated a girl with a big tickling fetish. Well, ‘dated’ might be a bit of an exaggeration. A couple of one-night stands and a bad movie night.

Anyway, she had a big thing for being tickled, and damn, was she ticklish. Dizzy’s small fingers probably helped a lot in this regard, but she could drive her absolutely crazy with just a few touches on the ribs, and leave her gasping for breath if she actually put real effort into it. It had been a good, long while since she’d tried it with someone else, and this seemed like as good a time as any.

The results were…mixed.

Elvira did giggle, and to no one’s surprise, it was a heavenly sound. Dizzy could feel it reverberating through her body, the soft and lilting sound, almost musical. It was definitely a sweeter sound than she herself could’ve made, filled with lust and mirth, and she wouldn’t have minded listening to it all night long.

But it wasn’t getting her anywhere. One option exhausted, and time was running out.

She relaxed, focused, tried to think as much as she could while being enveloped by a smoking hot redhead. One of the few nonsexual activities enjoyed were puzzles, and this was in that same realm, like an escape room with a body.

What were her options? Brute force was just not happening, no question there. Elvira could lay on her until the end of time, and there was no way she would ever escape with pure force. Even if the redhead passed out, she would be hard-pressed to slip out. No, she needed to give the woman a reason to get off her, something that she would worry about, like…

Hm. How expensive was this outfit of hers?

Dizzy’s fumbling hands reached out, but instead of going for Elvira, they instead went for the table and slid about it, until she found her half-full glass. Once she’d established a good grip, she lifted it up, brought it over, and held it above Elvira’s back, tipping it over, little by little…

[DSX93]

...And with her having been distracted with the giggling fit that had been imposed upon her, she wouldn't realize what was happening until it was too late.

Money wasn't the issue here. Elvira's services had been sought by high rollers of all sorts: Football players, rappers, rock stars, CEOs, politicians, nobles, and many others the entire world over. It swelled her head right up when she was younger. And how could it not? She'd received all but outright confirmation of being one of those women that men would've started wars over in the days of swords and shining armor.

No, it was worse: This outfit held sentimental value. Alix's protege was entirely unaware that she was pouring a fine vintage onto the very thing she wore to face her. And the staining was inevitable. They were the only ones present now, so she couldn't just hand it off or get up to wash it herself.

And it would be some serious, ruinous staining, the wine flowing down her back. She sprung up onto her knees like a character in a film when they're waking up from a nightmare, her subconscious taking control to make it as quick a movement as it could be in what was already a pointless attempt to leave something salvageable. The wine had already reached her sides when she made her move, only setting it down a different path.

With the damage having been done, all Elvira could do was sit there with her mouth hanging open, not knowing if she wanted to following that initial impulse to give Dizzy hell, or commend her for that outside the box thinking. If she wanted out, that was certainly a good way to give herself the opportunity.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy, frankly, didn’t care all that much about clothes. She had some reasonably fancy outfits in her wardrobe, sure, but those were mostly just to impress for special occasions, to accentuate what body she had when she went out. She wasn’t the sort of person who put a lot of sentimental value into the things she wore. For her, clothing was a tool. You wore them to attract people, or get warm, or keep the sun out of your eyes, stuff like that.

That being said, Elvira struck her as the sort of person who might feel different. So, when she brought the bottle up and began to tip it, she meant it more like a threat…but, well, it wasn’t exactly the easiest thing to manage when she was being smothered into sweet oblivion. Oops.

But it worked. Sort of. It was enough to startle Elvira and knock her out of the moment, giving Dizzy a breathe of fresh air to work with. That was the hard part, but that didn’t mean the other part would be easy.

”Sorry.” Dizzy looked up at Elvira as she gazed down at her in stupified shock, putting on her best innocent face. ”But…”

She wouldn’t get a better chance than this to get out from underneath Elvira, so she made her play, scouting back as hard as she could in a wild, last ditch effort to wrest herself free.