Ear Today, Gone Tomorrow

Quentis sat cross-legged, facing sideways on his wide leather couch, on which Genia had slept only hours earlier. Quentis tried not to think too much about this. Any variations in the sizes of body parts would lead to considerable embarrassment during an ear-cleaning.

"Lay down with your head in my lap," Quentis instructed. He was treating Genia to his most premium ear-cleaning service - one that required the participant to be lying down. "This could take a while, so just relax as much as you can, okay?" Quentis said softly. He had performed this service on hundreds of people, and knew exactly how to hold their head so that they relaxed. Genia lowered her head nervously into Quentis' awaiting lap.

"Our local ear-cleaner never did this," Genia said, a slight nervous quiver in her voice. Being so close to Quentis, the object of her affection, made her dizzy, like a child on a merry-go-round for the seventh time.

"No offense to your local ear-cleaner, but I am a seasoned expert," said Quentis. "Only professionals can do this particular procedure. Now just close your eyes and relax." He gently massaged her temples with his tender hands - those hands had made him quite a popular ear-cleaner among the rich community, especially among the females that did not get enough love from their husbands. Quentis had an undeniable talent for ear-cleaning; his technique was impeccable. Most ear-cleaners were fast food and snacks in comparison to the master culinary talents of Quentis.

"There," Quentis murmured soothingly. He turned Genia's head to one side, took his cotton brush and softly brushed the outer canal of Genia's left ear. She twitched a bit from the tickling. She had such beautiful ears, this one, Quentis thought to himself. One of the most beautiful pairs he had ever seen. He was glad that she had not yet ruined it with piercings. He was going to give this lovely girl his best show yet. Top quality treatment will be sure to win her if she is not won already, he thought to himself.

"Stay still," Quentis purred as he brushed back and forth the skin surrounding Genia's upper fold. The cotton swab, which was larger than a normal Q-tip, found its way in circles around Genia's upper ear, then along the outer ridge, and along the rim, and then to the back of her ear.

"Ah," Genia moaned in pleasure as the cotton touched the back. So she was a back-ear woman, Quentis noted.

"You can enjoy yourself," Quentis said, giving her the standard ear-cleaner permission for further outbursts - some tenants were embarrassed about showing their pleasure, and would torture themselves trying to conceal it.

"Okay," Genia breathed in a high pitched voice, her back arching as he caressed the back some more with his initial swab. He moved back to the front, circled about some more to get any excess dirt, and then without delay switched out to his preliminary cotton swab. He slowly but steadily inserted the soft tip into the upper fold of Genia's ear, the first point.

"Ahh!" Genia cried out, her body shaking with pheromones and endorphins. Her head pressed back into Quentis' lap, and he struggled to not react physically to her soft right cheek pressing against his lap. He never had this problem with the high class young wives of the millionaires - they mostly disgusted him, and none of them had such beautiful, shapely ears as Genia. Though he had been the first to suspect her of having a crush on him, now he was rapidly falling in love with her. He hoped this was not a mistake.

"Ohh, ah- ahh!" Genia moaned as he lovingly circled his first cotton swab in her small upper fold. He put pressure on certain points as he circled, and with each slight press of his cotton swab, her body stiffened and then relaxed a little. Genia had already begun to breathe heavily; most customers did not get to this stage until the canal. "More, more," murmured Genia, barely audible.

Quentis was more than glad to comply, and he circled harder and harder - his signature technique was the ability to increase from a ticklishly soft to an intensely rough touch extremely gradually, building tension and sensing the perfect pace depending on the patient. He went just slow enough to make it feel like an eternity in heaven, but fast enough to prevent the feeling of tension from being lost. By the time he finally reached his hardest point, his patients - male or female - were invariably begging for him to hurry and finish, for he tortured them with teasing pleasure as long as he could before finally finishing the deed with a tough, uncompromising swishing. And so was the case with Genia.

"Quentis! Quentis!" she cried, no longer able to control her volume. "Please, please! Ah, ah ahhh!" As Quentis finally pressed his cotton swab into his ear as hard as he could, moving it around her upper ear fold faster and more frantically than a squirrel trapped in a dog park, Genia shouted out in unrestrained pleasure, her entire body shaking violently, her heartbeat racing ahead of her mind, which was long lost to the pleasure of Quentis' cotton swab. Quentis slowed down, and soon pulled out to let Genia rest.

"You're done already!" Quentis teased softly. "And I hadn't even moved on to the second stage. I'll let you catch your breath." Genia was wordless; her senses were all a blur. All she could think about was the insane pleasure that the mere touch of Quentis' Q-Tip had given her by merely cleaning her left ear's upper fold. When her breathing finally slowed back down to a normal pace, she noticed that her right ear was pressing against something stiffer than she had remembered. She blushed and almost sat right back up, but Quentis put a soft hand on her shoulder and said,

"Ready?" Genia nodded helplessly. She could not refuse more pleasure. She thought she might be falling in love with this man merely due to his ear-cleaning expertise.

Quentis took out his cotton brush and prepared the ear's main attraction - the ear canal. He payed special attention to the back of her ear, and this time she was preconditioned to moans and erotic twists of her body. She shifted her legs restlessly as he swished back and forth. This is just his profession, she told herself. He's paid good money by very rich people to perform this service for them. It's nothing special. It's not love, just a favor from a friend, she told herself. But she could not deny the intense pleasure that she felt when he caressed her ear's back with his brush. Then, he moved back to the front, and she braced herself because she knew what was coming.

Quentis inserted his trusty cotton swab, named Kail, into Genia's ear.

Kail was slightly larger than a normal Q-tip - designed for maximum pleasure. Quentis' special ear-cleaning service was not just about hygiene - it was about a visceral experience. A spiritual experience. A sensual experience.

There was an orgy in Genia's ear.

Like a seasoned gondolier on Venice, Quentis navigated the deep canal of Genia's ear as she writhed in pleasure. The desire was now uncontrollable; Genia wanted nothing more but to feel Quentis inside her. She wanted to feel his cotton swab - Kail - inside her ear.

"Yes, yes!" she cried. "Deeper, deeper! Ahh, ahh!" As Genia continued to moan in pleasure, Quentis was nearly sweating as he preformed the most important part of the procedure with the delicacy of a surgeon. He went as deep as he could without damaging Genia's hearing, slowly and deliberately inserting it at just the right angle, reading Genia's body changes to alter Kail's course. Once he was in all the way, it was easy sailing - but the initial insertion was the most dangerous and important point. It was the part that separated the professionals from the amateurs. Even experienced ear-cleaners would not attempt this procedure, for it was dangerous and could lead to deafness and many crushing lawsuits. As far as Quentis knew, he was the only ear-cleaner in the world with a license to go this deep.

He had made it. He had extended Kail as far he could; now he could start to move. Swirling Kail in small circles, rubbing against the sensitive inner walls of Genia's ear, Quentis once again applied his signature technique. Genia began breathing heavily once again, but Quentis would not release her anytime soon. His ear stimulation was painfully slow, making Genia hunger ravenously for more and more.

"More, more!" Genia demanded breathlessly in between moans of pleasure. Quentis complied with her request, but slowly. Genia's chest rose and fell; her legs twisted, locked and unlocked, her toes curled. She began sweating slightly, and her head arched back into Quentis' lap. She took no notice of its current state, which Quentis was trying extremely hard to ignore. As Quentis' speed increased, so did Genia's decibels. Soon she was crying out loud enough to drown out a baby's worst temper tantrum. Quentis moved in for the kill, pulling out Kail, reinserting him, and repeating, thrusting the hard white ear-cleaner in and out of Genia's ear. Throbbing with pleasure, Genia convulsed and moaned, crying in ecstasy.

In and out, out and in, out and out, in and in went Kail, each thrust causing Genia to roll back and forth on the couch, prepared to reach the apex of a special ear-cleaning procedure. With one final shout of pleasure, Genia shivered and arched as nuclear missiles launched, baby birds flew for the first time, bottle rockets succeeded, middle school gymnasts won glittering gold medals, divers broke the surface of the water, and men touched the top of Mount Everest. From the depths of the Marianas trench came giant sea monsters, exploding volcanoes and tectonic plate movement! Crashing guitars, bass and drums chorused in a noise-ridden post-rock electronica explosion. Genia had never reached a higher point in her life - the climax of the ear-cleaning sent endorphins shooting through her brain. Genia was blinded by the chemical happiness, feeling unconditionally and not thinking with a single part of her body.

She fell asleep in Quentis' lap, exhausted from the overdose of extreme pleasure.

"Guess we'll do the other ear later."