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the sneezy shop girl

Sarah bent down behind the racks of clothes and sneezed hard and repeatedly into her cupped hands. The fit exploded from her in rapid-fire bursts of three, causing her head to bob wildly, her body shaking with the effort of releasing the sneezes, while trying desperately to be silent so that her attack would be undetectable above the hubbub of the shop. She somehow managed to stifle the first six, but the final three were too much for her and they roared out of her, echoing off the high ceiling. She had sneezed so loudly that her ears rang with shock of them.
She stood up slowly, her hands still clasped over her sensitive nose, eyes blinking sneezily behind her glasses. It took a few seconds to convince herself that there were not going to be any more. Tentatively she lowered her hands; taking a delicate sniff, ready to dive for cover again should the tickly sensation invade her nostrils yet again. It seemed she was safe for now.

Tossing her curly red hair back over her shoulders, she looked around shyly. A few people turned away; obviously having been watching the sneezy shop girl, maybe even hoping for more. Sarah felt a blush start in her cheeks, and busied herself with tidying the clothes so that she didn't have to meet their gazes. Absorbed as she was, the scent of the perfume that had set her off still lingered - tingling in her nose. Sarah could not resist casting a quick glance over her shoulder to where her nemesis lurked.

If her actions did not torture Sarah's nose so, she might have said the girl was beautiful. She was Japanese, with wide expressive dark eyes and hair that shimmered under the shop lights like a cascade of moonlit water. As she watched, the girl smiled at some passing customers, a brilliant white smile that transformed her perfect face so that it radiated confidence and allure. The customers stopped and clustered around the counter, and Sarah groaned inwardly at what was undoubtedly about to occur.

Why, oh why did her department have to border the perfume counters, and why, oh why did she have to be so damned allergic to that one particular brand. Sarah heard the dreaded hiss of the perfume nozzle, could almost picture the cloud of irritating scent rolling down upon her. She looked at her watch, praying it would be her break soon. Another fifteen minutes. She resolutely held her breath.

It was no use.

Sarah felt the perfume engulf her, felt the minute tingling at the back or her nose that signalled that the irritant had found its way through to her. She squeezed her eyes shut, pinching her rather large nose between her thumb and forefinger as if be pressure alone she could force the torturous aroma from her nostrils. She felt the itch deep inside of her, a steadily growing, tickly sensation that grew stronger and stronger with each second. Sarah increased the pressure on her nose, gently rubbing it up and down, and yet the sneezy feeling only seemed to increase its intensity!

Oh please not again, please. I can't have another fit, she thought, as a shuddery breath ran through her, making her tremble. The itch was building like a hurricane between her eyes, drawing up more and more power. Her lungs started to expand, her shirt tightening. She released her nose, allowing her nostrils to expand and contract with each breath she took. There was no stopping it; the sneeze was coming and Sarah just knew it was going to be a huge one, one of her real gigantic explosive sneezes that seemed to shake the house when she was at home. One of the titanic out-of-control screams of sneezes that made her sisters laugh at her, and her parents berate her for not stifling or at least trying to control its volume. It was bad enough when these hit her in the privacy of her own room, but out in public they mortified her. She just could not control them.

Every inhalation through her widening nostrils only seemed to force more and more of the perfume into her ticklish sinuses, her green eyes rolling with the inevitability of the oncoming sneeze, her mouth dropping open.
Sarah's head began to incline backwards, nostrils flaring, teetering on the very edge of control. She was going to sneeze with her entire body, she could feel every fibre of herself tensing with the urge to release. She braced herself, her knees feeling weak, her hands poised to in some way muffle the colossal release.

'Do you have this is a bigger size?' The woman had approached unseen and was brandishing a dress in front of Sarah's impossibly sneezy face. Sarah acted purely on impulse, just in control enough to realise that if she allowed the sneeze to explode from her now it would blast directly into the face of this soon to be horrified customer. She made a frantic grab for the dress and released the full fury of her sneeze into its silky fabric.
Despite the makeshift handkerchief, the sneeze resounded like a bomb within the store. Sarah could not believe the force with which it left her, exploding from her open mouth, while her large nose continued to twitch and wriggle within the fabric, as further tickles ran rampant inside her nostrils. Almost instantly a second sneeze came upon her, followed by a third and a fourth. Even when she was alone at home, letting her sneezes go with their natural force and making the windows rattle with her allergic fits, never were they as loud as this. The perfume was tickling her in some place within her nose that had never been teased in this way before.

A fifth sneeze roared out of her, her face still buried in the dampening material of the dress. She kept her eyes closed, not daring to meet those of the customer, terrified of the expression of horror and revulsion she was sure to see. Her glasses misted, her cheeks blushing red from embarrassment and the effort of the colossal sneezing and then her eyes screwed up, nostrils flaring hugely and another three sneezes burst from her. The rapid-fire triple bellowed into the makeshift handkerchief, sending her stumbling as she tried to maintain her balance. The sound seemed to fill the shop like a thunderclap.
Those last sneezes had somewhat cleared her nose, and Sarah blearily raised her head, aware only of the ringing silence that filled the store. Even the radio had gone quiet, the announcement system now just a hiss of static. A hundred faces stared at her; her red hair in wild disarray, the soiled dress held pre-emptively before her reddened nose. She sniffed, blood rushing to her face in humiliation. She looked across to her manager, who tapped his watch and indicated that she should get off the shop floor. He didn't look happy.

There was only one smile to be found. Across at the perfume counter, a certain shop girl allowed herself a private grin of pleasure. Flicking her jet-black hair back over one shoulder, she looked at the bottle of scent in her hand and allowed her head to fill with naughty plans.