“This isn’t too bad. You never shaved it or anything? Well, that’s a surprise. You should see all the cuties that come in here and ask that it all be yanked out. They say a boy won’t go down on them unless they do. Ha! Isn’t that a hoot! Why, my Milton wouldn’t go down on me unless I turned twenty again, hair or no hair!” She guffawed at her own joke.
“Will it ever grow back?” She feared being denuded for the rest of her life.
“Oh, sure, but not for months, maybe longer. You’ll need to come in for another session in about six months, but then it might last a whole year. Now you, having light brown hair, shouldn’t have too much trouble. You should see some of the darker complexioned gals who come in! Whooeee, do they have hair! And it grows fast. I had one gal in here, I swear, she was growing kudzu!”
And on she went while Emily lay there, terrified. Why was she doing this? Each time she vowed to give her job another try, she found herself being drawn in deeper. She really must ask him to slow down! It was all going way too fast!
Arlene smeared some warm wax from a tub over the edge of her hairy triangle and pressed a strip of cloth into it. “Now, I’ve found the best way to handle this is to think about something else,” she said and reached up and pinched one of Emily’s nipples, hard.
“Ow!”
At the same time, with her other hand, Arlene yanked the strip free.
“OOOOW!”
“See? How’d that work?”
“That was terrible! Stop it! It hurts!”
“Don’t be a baby. Now if you don’t like that, there is another way.”
“What? I’ve changed my mind. Let me up!”
“Ohh, Mr. Caudry would be mad about that, don’t you think? Here, let me distract you.” With that, she reached in and began to rub her pussy expertly, making her wet.
“Stop that,” she gasped and tried to wiggle away. There was nowhere to go.
“Oh, hush. You’ll thank me later.” She paused long enough to spread some more wax on the other side and press down another strip of cloth, then her fingers returned to drive her to the brink.
“Oh! Oh!”
Arlene yanked away the strip and Emily would’ve shot straight out of her chair except for the straps holding her in place.
“There, doesn’t that look better already?”
Emily looked down to see her fuzzy triangle had become a landing strip. “That’s enough, please, it hurts!”
The hairdresser’s hand returned to her pussy and teased her. Emily forgot her protests and began shaking her hips, ready to come at any moment. Once again, Arlene pulled away to smear some more wax over her remaining hair.
“Please,” Emily begged.
“Don’t worry, just a sec. Keep your fires burning.” She pressed one more strip over the wax and pleasured Emily for a few minutes until it was obvious the girl was about to come. Then she yanked the strip off at the same time she rubbed the girl’s clit hard.
“YEEEOOOOWW!” Emily was caught between her orgasm and her pain as she thrashed in the chair. The orgasm finally won and she went with it, glad to have the pleasure overcome everything else.
“There, you’re all done.”
You’re right about that, she thought. She looked down to see her reddened pussy was completely bare. It made her look like a girl again. Arlene unstrapped her and helped her up. Emily was almost too weak to stand.
“Okay, you’re all set. Come back in six months for a touch-up.” She left to allow Emily to don her clothes in peace. She gingerly touched her mound and marveled at how it felt, so soft and smooth. She felt her pussy tingle again and jerked her hand away.
What was happening to her? She was becoming so easily aroused all the time now.
When she returned from lunch, Mr. Caudry buzzed and asked her to come into his office. She knew what he wanted. Sighing to herself, she went in and stood before his desk. He simply nodded and she lifted her skirt as if it wasn’t a strange demand at all.
“Wait, I can’t see,” he said. “Take down your thong.”
Emily opened her mouth to protest but the words died in her throat. After having Arlene work her over, was it really any big deal to show the results to the man who had paid for it? She lowered the front of her thong with one hand while keeping her skirt raised with the other.
“Ohhh, that’s nice,” he said, coming around his desk to step close.
Emily felt the heat rise in her body and she fought to stand still.
“I want to touch it to feel how smooth it is.”
It wasn’t really a question, it was more of a command. She closed her eyes and simply nodded. She felt the pads of his fingers on her bare mound, moving around gently. It was still sore and she winced.
“Sorry. I’m trying to be gentle.”
She nodded and said nothing. He was being gentle. Too gentle—she felt her arousal quicken and her breath caught in her throat. His fingers moved down to part the folds of skin where her wetness had gathered. Her mouth came open. His hand went to her thong and eased it from her fingers. She felt it slip down her legs and puddle around her ankles.
“Step out of them. Move your legs apart.”
Emily obeyed, not sure why she should be allowing this. But it felt so good. His fingers slid the fluid up to her clit and he teased that marble of flesh. Emily began to sway on her feet and Mr. Caudry moved one arm around her waist to hold her steady.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yessss,” she breathed, losing herself in the moment.
“How many orgasms have you had, since you started working here?”
The question caught her off guard and her climax retreated. “Uh, what?”
“Orgasms. How many have you had in the last two weeks?” His hand stilled and she found herself trying to hump his fingers. He pulled them away, just out of reach.
“I, uh, I don’t know.”
“Guess. Was it five, ten, fifteen?”
“Uh, maybe ten.”
“Really? Counting all those ones in the bathroom? And at home after work?”
“Maybe fifteen.”
“Do you think that’s fair?”
“What? Fair? I, uh, don’t...” She wasn’t sure what he meant. She never wanted orgasms at work, not at first anyway. They just seemed to happen to her. His fingers returned to her clit and she groaned softly.
“Fair,” he repeated, pulling away again. “Do you think it’s fair?”
“I don’t understand, sir.”
“Do you think you’re the only person who wants an orgasm?”
It hit her, then. Now the sex would start. She didn’t want to, not so soon, and yet, her body craved release. And he was right—it was fair. She had come so far so fast, why not sex? Still, it was a lot to ask. Would this mean he was becoming her boyfriend?
“What do you want?”
“Same as what you’re getting. That’s all.”
She felt a sense of relief. “Oh! Sure. I guess I can do that.” A hand job in exchange for all the orgasms he’s given her? It was so much less that she had expected.
He returned to his desk and sat down and she followed him, her pussy still weeping with need under her skirt. She tried to ignore it and knelt down beside his chair. She waited to be told what to do.
Mr. Caudry smiled. “Unzip me.”
Emily nodded and unzipped his pants. She freed his cock and smiled. It was a very nice cock. She wrapped both hands around it and began to stroke. It swelled and she found her attention being drawn by that mysterious eye in the center, like a Cyclops staring at her. She rubbed his cock, up and down until her hands grew tired.
“You know what would help?” he said, startling her.
“What?”
“It would help if you’d unbutton your blouse. I’ve never seen your breasts.”
Emily nodded. She was glad to release his cock and wiggle the feeling back into her fingers. She unbuttoned her blouse and opened it. She pushed her bra down below her breasts. He smiled and reached out and touched her, rubbing his fingers around her nipples. Each touch sent another shock down to her clit and she wanted nothing more than to come.