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I take the package out and read the title.

Anal Belka.

Does Belka mean something besides the name of this project?

A quick search reveals that Belka is actually a common word in various Slavic languages. It means beam in Polish (ouch), egg white in Macedonian (weird), and squirrel in Russian (hmm, okay). Given Vlad’s country of birth, I have to assume the title of both the toy and the project means the latter.

In which case… an anal squirrel? Sounds like a rodent obsessed with keeping his park nice and tidy. Who decided that was a good name for this thing?

Then again, Ava told me about the time they had a guy come to the ER with a hamster stuck in his butt—so rodents in butts must be something people are interested in doing. Why not a squirrel, too?

I can never tell Monkey about this. As a rodent herself, she’ll be scarred for life. At least in the case of this Belka, no animals need to be harmed.

Placing the work phone on the bed, I lie on my stomach and squirt the lube that came with the squirrel toy into my butt.

The things I do for science.

Or quality assurance.

Or a paycheck.

Feeling naughty, I place the tip of the toy at my opening and push lightly to see how much resistance my body provides. There’s some, but not as much as I expected.

Well, okay, the squirrel is small.

I get bolder and increase the pressure.

There’s a small hint of discomfort, and then, like a baster into a turkey, the squirrel dives right in.

Chapter Six

Whoa. That feels strange. But also kind of good, maybe? I can’t decide.

I set the timer on the phone and load “Anal Belka” as the toy on the app.

A few new controls appear on the screen that weren’t available in the case of the vibrator and Glurp. For example, there’s a button named “Out” and one named “Deeper.”

I’m not ready for deeper just yet, and out is premature.

I press “On.”

The squirrel begins to vibrate.

The feeling is odd, but not unpleasant. As I adjust, I feel ready to brave more, and a button that says “P-spot stimulation” catches my gaze.

I’ve never heard of a P-spot. Then again, I’ve never heard of the A-spot either. To be honest, I didn’t even know there were “spots” in the backdoor area, but I guess there must be since so many women like butt play.

I hesitantly press on the P-spot button.

The squirrel stops vibrating and gently burrows deeper into me.

Weird.

It keeps moving.

Wait a second.

It stops. I feel it whirling around as if looking for something, then it starts moving again.

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