Waxing into a New Me part 1
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I sent Marguerite an SMS to say we were on our way, and that these boys were big if she could kindly waive the supplement for extra large cocks. She replied, “Don't worry lol”.
Adrian was wearing his jeans and no underwear. It looked as if he had some hosepipe down them. George was also wearing jeans but was wearing a thong underneath into which he had packed his magnificent equipment, so there was a very visible bulge. In fact, it seemed he was carrying his lunch down there.
When we arrived at the salon, Marguerite and the owner, Anne, were waiting in reception. Marguerite was looking really radiant. She was wearing a tight, low-cut pink top, showing a nice bit of cleavage, and tight white shorts. I couldn't understand why she wanted a boob job. They looked pretty fine to me. She was dead cute and a really nice person. I always felt very comfortable with her.
“Well, here are the boys. Adrian and George, Anne and Marguerite,” I said, making the introductions. I could see the ladies' eyes gaze downwards to their crotch areas. Their fame had obviously preceded them. Marguerite's opened a little wider. Maybe she would impose the large size supplement after all. Anne's positively popped as she saw the 'hosepipe' down Adrian's pants. The outline of it was clearly visible about seven or eight inches down the leg. George's huge bulge didn't go unnoticed either. Her large bosom heaved in appreciation.
“OK, we can all go in together if you like,” said Marguerite, leading us to her workroom. “OK, who's first?”
“Me,” said Adrian. “I just love this and can't wait.”
“OK, get undressed,” said Marguerite in English. It was the first time I'd heard her speak it. She spoke pretty well. “Do you mind if I take a photo? I'd like to do a 'before' and 'after' for the website.”
“No, please do!”
George and I sat on chairs against the wall while Adrian stripped off. He was trying to be funny and make himself look seductive by playing to the gallery. The shoes and socks came off, he unbuttoned the shirt slowly as his hips swayed in time with some imaginary music. He unbuttoned the top of his jeans and started to slide them down slowly. Down they came as he stopped halfway down his cock, then really slowly until the entire member was on show. He stepped out of his jeans and gyrated his hips till his penis was going round in circles. George and I laughed. Marguerite's eyes popped when she saw the length and thickness of it. I could see her mouth, “Putain!” The equivalent of Fuck! She was impressed. How would she react when George exhibited his? “Come on, we haven't got at all day,” she said jokingly, trying to get a grip on the situation.
Adrian posed for the camera, which he really enjoyed, and moved around so that she could shoot it from different angles.
“I guess you've been waxed before, so you know how it works, right?” He nodded.
“Yes, I last had it done a month ago.” He lay down on his front, Marguerite started to wax his upper back and worked her way down. She skipped his bottom and went down to the ankle area. “What about the crack?”
“I like to leave the fun parts till later,” she said. “Anyway, I hear you guys are down here to work as strippers or porn actors, or something.”
“Right. We'll just have to see what comes up,” said Adrian. “We have a casting or audition after this, so make us look nice.”
“Don't worry, I will. I used to strip once, but I gave up when my baby was born.”
“Why don't you do it again? We could do a double act,” joked Adrian. He hadn't changed.
He was still the same cocky prick as he was at school.
“I've thought of it, but since I had my baby, the boobs have sagged and I don't have the confidence any more.”
“Well, they look fine to me,” I chipped in.
When she'd finished the legs and buttocks, she asked him to get on his knees and stick his ass in the air with his knees slightly apart, so that she could wax the crack. He did as he was asked and rotated his backside, which gave us a good laugh. He had some hair along it, but soon it'd be nice and smooth for the next taker. “Has it hurt so far?” asked George.
“No, but it might around the genitals,” said Adrian.
“No! Marguerite is super-gentle,” I said reassuringly.
Adrian was now face down at the bed supporting himself with his elbows and with his backside pointing skyward, knees apart. He looked as if he were praying, “Our Father which art in heaven,”he mumbled.
Marguerite painted the warm wax into his expectant rectum. “Ooh, nice!” he said, wiggling his ass.
“Keep still, please!”
Marguerite looked over to me and said in French that she was sure her boss would soon be knocking at the door under some pretext. Probably to get some gloves.
Sure enough, about a minute later there was a light knock. Marguerite looked at me with a grin. “Come in!”
“I think I left my tweezers in here.” She had barely got the words out when she caught sight from behind of Adrian's balls and penis dangling between his thighs. His cock must have hung down halfway to the bed. Anne's eyes were almost out of her head. “Everything alright, Dear? Is she treating you well?” she asked, giving his bottom a friendly pat.
Marguerite pulled out the wax and soon his crack was as smooth as a baby's. She started to rub in some aloe vera gel. “Ooh, I like this part!”
“OK, you're done here, you can roll over onto your back.”
Adrian rolled over. I thought I could detect a little swelling. I think the gel rub had aroused him a little. It was certainly one of my favorite parts when I was being waxed.
Marguerite told him that she'd start at the feet and work up the legs, and then do the chest and the armpits, then down to intimate area. “As I said, I like to leave the best till the last.”
The time came to do above his cock. Marguerite applied the wax. Rip! “Aaahh,” shouted Adrian. George started to look apprehensive. “Don't worry, just joking.”
“What kind of work are you doing now?” asked Marguerite. Adrian explained that he started as a regular fashion model but got into porn films, gay ones, on the recommendation of a photographer he had worked with, and that he then moved into straight ones. “I also work as a stripper for private functions, for men and women. I love stripping because I just love dancing and get great pleasure out of seeing people turned on by my body.”
“Wow! Are you bi-sexual?”
“Yes, probably sixty per cent hetero and forty per cent homo. That way you're kept pretty busy,” he joked. “George has just started in this profession. He's only eighteen but is pretty popular with men and women too. His dick's even bigger than mine.”
“Wow!” said Marguerite, at a loss for words.
She finished by waxing his scrotum and perineum, the delicate area between the sack and butt-hole. “OK, you can get up now. Stand here while I rub some gel into your body.” He was enjoying this, particularly when she did his intimate area. “You'll need an extra bottle for that area,” I joked. I could see some pre-cum hanging from the tip of his cock. He was 'crying', as Anne said the last time I came. Marguerite wiped it off with a tissue. “Let me take the 'after' photo.” She took a close-up of his smooth and shining genitals.
“Whoa, that feels good,” he said feeling himself. “Hey, Peter, touch this,” he said as he invited me to touch him above his cock. “Feel my balls too, they're so smooth.” They were too. He turned round and pulled his butt-cheeks apart. “How does it look? Nice and inviting?”
“Excuse my friend,” I said to Marguerite. “I haven't seen him for years and he hasn't changed. He's just full of it.”
George was now stripped down to his thong. Marguerite was looking at it wondering what was going to come out of this. It covered a huge mass. Just then Anne came back into the room, and just stared at it. George slid the thong down to the floor. Anne's jaw dropped, Marguerite's eyes popped again. Adrian was right. It was bigger, and his balls were really low-hanging. “OK, photo,” said Marguerite, trying to restore some normality. George had some blond pubic hair above his cock, but not long. He'd also been waxed about a month ago. His body and legs were pretty hairless.
“You'll have to stand further back to get it all in,” I said.
“Come on, you're going to give me a complex,” protested George.
“Well, I'll swap yours for mine any time!”
“You're k**ding. This is my fortune,” said George.
“Yea, I'm going to get mine insured,” added Adrian, in English, which I translated for Anne, who thought it was hilarious.
George lay down on his front. He had such little hair on his back and legs that these parts were done in minutes. Soon he was in position to have his anus waxed. He had his legs slightly apart and his balls dangled down like a donkey's. Again, I felt an urge to grab them and squeeze them.
Marguerite and Anne had looks of total amazement as they saw his whole set hanging down low. His sack had a light covering of light hairs. Anne stroked the back of it to test what work might be required, and then lifted his balls with the palm of her hand. She let them drop.
He had some hair in his rectum, but when Marguerite had pulled the final strip, he was totally smooth. She rubbed in the cool gel into it. “How do you like that, eh, Georgie Boy?” asked Adrian. I'm sure somebody would be enjoying the fruits of her work pretty soon. To be honest, I found looking at him, his hanging balls and enormous cock, bit of a turn-on. Something which I had never felt towards another male, although I found Adrian quite attractive at boarding school, and enjoyed our brief dalliance together.
He rolled over onto his front. His dick was now as big as it could be without being erect. It was lying across him to one side and extended almost two inches over the side of his body. I wondered if he was going to get a hard-on, which would be understandable for a highly-sexed young man of eighteen years of age. To add fuel to the fire, Anne had her hand on his thigh just below where his python lay. I was sure she was stroking his thigh ever so lightly.
I saw his penis lift slowly up and away from his body and start swinging round and pointing towards his head. Pre-cum was oozing out of the tip. Anne then said, “Ooh, look, he's crying,” then wiped the tip with a tissue. Marguerite started to apply hot wax above his cock. That did it. He was rock-hard in a second. His penis reached up two inches beyond his belly button.
“Wahoo, the sleeping giant awakes,” said Adrian mockingly. Marguerite translated for Anne what he had said, which she found amusing. I think poor George looked rather embarrassed
“Sorry,” he said dolefully.
“Don't worry, it happens all the time, but usually on a smaller scale,” said Anne.
Marguerite lifted his cock till it was completely perpendicular to his body, as she had to apply the wax above his penis. “Up periscope,” cracked Adrian.
“Shut up, will you!” said poor George.
“Can you hold it while I apply the wax?” Anne didn't have to be asked twice. I could have sworn she was rubbing the head with her thumb.
She finished this part. “OK, you can let go now,” said Marguerite. Anne looked disappointed, and lowered it onto his belly. Lucky she didn't let it go, or it would have crashed onto his stomach and winded him.
“Just out of curiosity, have you had many clients bigger than us?” asked Adrian.
“I haven't. I've had some pretty big ones, but not like you guys,” replied Marguerite.
“And you haven't seen me at full potential,” said Adrian cockily.
”I've been doing this for years, and I've seen a few biggies, but certainly nothing like George's,” said Anne. “Anyway, are you guys living here now?”
“Not yet, but if all goes well we should be moving down here soon,” replied George.
“Wow, George, your French is perfect,” commented Anne.
“My mother's French.”
Marguerite asked Anne for some advice on how to do the sack, which was normally a difficult area anyway because of the loose skin, but as George had really low-hanging testicles, he had a big sack, even when he was in an erect state. Marguerite explained very coolly and professionally the challenge they faced. “OK, so Anne is going to hold your balls and stretch the sack, but she'll be gentle.” George was looking worried. I must say, Marguerite was superbly cool and professional. “OK, Anne, I'm going to do the perineum first.” She took hold of his testicles and laid them along his hard penis. They reached over halfway up. She waxed between the legs and ripped. George gave a little grunt.
Marguerite waxed the underside of the sack. Poor George winced. Now for the upper side. Anne took his balls and pulled the sack straight outwards down the thighs so that the sack was stretched to the full. His testicles must have been about six inches along his legs. “Wow, Georgie, that looks like fun!” teased Adrian. The poor boy groaned. His erection was subsiding. Marguerite waxed the underside of the sack and let it rip. “Aaaahh!”
“OK, I think we're done.” George stood up, his erection was mainly down, but it was still slightly swollen with a very visible network of veins crisscrossing his cucumber-sized penis. It was a nice shape, pretty straight, well cut. The head was not big, but about the same width as the main shaft. Easier for penetration, I assumed.
Marguerite rubbed gel into his back, while Anne took the front. Legs, chest, then the genitals. She was loving it. “Hey, George, don't get another hard-on or you'll never get it in your pants.”
“Aha, very funny.”
“I have a remedy for this,” I said. His penis was swelling again at this point. “OK, George, close your eyes.” He duly complied. I then whacked it hard. The poor boy screamed, but it had the desired effect. Everybody else looked on in amazement. It collapsed into a flaccid state. “Well we couldn't take the 'after' photo with it standing up like that, could we?”
Poor George was still in a state of shock at having his dong whacked so hard. There was a big red mark on it, which I hoped would disappear before the shoot. I only hope it didn't show up in the photo. I'd have to be a bit more gentle next time!
George got dressed, and watching him pack his equipment in his thong was a spectacle in itself, which was enjoyed by Marguerite and Anne. “Can we help, Georgie?” offered Adrian. He gave him a dirty look
“Would you like some tea or coffee or something?” offered Marguerite, while Anne went off to answer the phone.
“No, thanks, we're running a bit late” I said. “Next time.”
“Thanks, Marguerite, for such a great job,” said Adrian. “Marguerite is a much nicer name in French than Margaret in English.
“Marguerite means Daisy, you know, like the flower,” I said
“Really? Oh, I like that. Can I call you that? My mother had a sexy friend called Daisy.”
“Of course, I like it too.”
“When you get back to stripping, your stage name could be Pink Daisy,” suggested Adrian with a laugh.
“Yea, or how about Hot Pink Daisy?” I said, proud of coming up with such a name.
This seemed to meet with everybody's approval.
“To Hot Pink Daisy,” we chorused.
We said our good-byes and left.
- - -
On the way back in the car, Adrian said, “Wow, Daisy's really cute, very sweet. Wouldn't mind doing a double-act with her.”
“Steady, Old Buddy, she's a devoted mother and always looks after her baby.”
Adrian was wearing his jeans and no underwear. It looked as if he had some hosepipe down them. George was also wearing jeans but was wearing a thong underneath into which he had packed his magnificent equipment, so there was a very visible bulge. In fact, it seemed he was carrying his lunch down there.
When we arrived at the salon, Marguerite and the owner, Anne, were waiting in reception. Marguerite was looking really radiant. She was wearing a tight, low-cut pink top, showing a nice bit of cleavage, and tight white shorts. I couldn't understand why she wanted a boob job. They looked pretty fine to me. She was dead cute and a really nice person. I always felt very comfortable with her.
“Well, here are the boys. Adrian and George, Anne and Marguerite,” I said, making the introductions. I could see the ladies' eyes gaze downwards to their crotch areas. Their fame had obviously preceded them. Marguerite's opened a little wider. Maybe she would impose the large size supplement after all. Anne's positively popped as she saw the 'hosepipe' down Adrian's pants. The outline of it was clearly visible about seven or eight inches down the leg. George's huge bulge didn't go unnoticed either. Her large bosom heaved in appreciation.
“OK, we can all go in together if you like,” said Marguerite, leading us to her workroom. “OK, who's first?”
“Me,” said Adrian. “I just love this and can't wait.”
“OK, get undressed,” said Marguerite in English. It was the first time I'd heard her speak it. She spoke pretty well. “Do you mind if I take a photo? I'd like to do a 'before' and 'after' for the website.”
“No, please do!”
George and I sat on chairs against the wall while Adrian stripped off. He was trying to be funny and make himself look seductive by playing to the gallery. The shoes and socks came off, he unbuttoned the shirt slowly as his hips swayed in time with some imaginary music. He unbuttoned the top of his jeans and started to slide them down slowly. Down they came as he stopped halfway down his cock, then really slowly until the entire member was on show. He stepped out of his jeans and gyrated his hips till his penis was going round in circles. George and I laughed. Marguerite's eyes popped when she saw the length and thickness of it. I could see her mouth, “Putain!” The equivalent of Fuck! She was impressed. How would she react when George exhibited his? “Come on, we haven't got at all day,” she said jokingly, trying to get a grip on the situation.
Adrian posed for the camera, which he really enjoyed, and moved around so that she could shoot it from different angles.
“I guess you've been waxed before, so you know how it works, right?” He nodded.
“Yes, I last had it done a month ago.” He lay down on his front, Marguerite started to wax his upper back and worked her way down. She skipped his bottom and went down to the ankle area. “What about the crack?”
“I like to leave the fun parts till later,” she said. “Anyway, I hear you guys are down here to work as strippers or porn actors, or something.”
“Right. We'll just have to see what comes up,” said Adrian. “We have a casting or audition after this, so make us look nice.”
“Don't worry, I will. I used to strip once, but I gave up when my baby was born.”
“Why don't you do it again? We could do a double act,” joked Adrian. He hadn't changed.
He was still the same cocky prick as he was at school.
“I've thought of it, but since I had my baby, the boobs have sagged and I don't have the confidence any more.”
“Well, they look fine to me,” I chipped in.
When she'd finished the legs and buttocks, she asked him to get on his knees and stick his ass in the air with his knees slightly apart, so that she could wax the crack. He did as he was asked and rotated his backside, which gave us a good laugh. He had some hair along it, but soon it'd be nice and smooth for the next taker. “Has it hurt so far?” asked George.
“No, but it might around the genitals,” said Adrian.
“No! Marguerite is super-gentle,” I said reassuringly.
Adrian was now face down at the bed supporting himself with his elbows and with his backside pointing skyward, knees apart. He looked as if he were praying, “Our Father which art in heaven,”he mumbled.
Marguerite painted the warm wax into his expectant rectum. “Ooh, nice!” he said, wiggling his ass.
“Keep still, please!”
Marguerite looked over to me and said in French that she was sure her boss would soon be knocking at the door under some pretext. Probably to get some gloves.
Sure enough, about a minute later there was a light knock. Marguerite looked at me with a grin. “Come in!”
“I think I left my tweezers in here.” She had barely got the words out when she caught sight from behind of Adrian's balls and penis dangling between his thighs. His cock must have hung down halfway to the bed. Anne's eyes were almost out of her head. “Everything alright, Dear? Is she treating you well?” she asked, giving his bottom a friendly pat.
Marguerite pulled out the wax and soon his crack was as smooth as a baby's. She started to rub in some aloe vera gel. “Ooh, I like this part!”
“OK, you're done here, you can roll over onto your back.”
Adrian rolled over. I thought I could detect a little swelling. I think the gel rub had aroused him a little. It was certainly one of my favorite parts when I was being waxed.
Marguerite told him that she'd start at the feet and work up the legs, and then do the chest and the armpits, then down to intimate area. “As I said, I like to leave the best till the last.”
The time came to do above his cock. Marguerite applied the wax. Rip! “Aaahh,” shouted Adrian. George started to look apprehensive. “Don't worry, just joking.”
“What kind of work are you doing now?” asked Marguerite. Adrian explained that he started as a regular fashion model but got into porn films, gay ones, on the recommendation of a photographer he had worked with, and that he then moved into straight ones. “I also work as a stripper for private functions, for men and women. I love stripping because I just love dancing and get great pleasure out of seeing people turned on by my body.”
“Wow! Are you bi-sexual?”
“Yes, probably sixty per cent hetero and forty per cent homo. That way you're kept pretty busy,” he joked. “George has just started in this profession. He's only eighteen but is pretty popular with men and women too. His dick's even bigger than mine.”
“Wow!” said Marguerite, at a loss for words.
She finished by waxing his scrotum and perineum, the delicate area between the sack and butt-hole. “OK, you can get up now. Stand here while I rub some gel into your body.” He was enjoying this, particularly when she did his intimate area. “You'll need an extra bottle for that area,” I joked. I could see some pre-cum hanging from the tip of his cock. He was 'crying', as Anne said the last time I came. Marguerite wiped it off with a tissue. “Let me take the 'after' photo.” She took a close-up of his smooth and shining genitals.
“Whoa, that feels good,” he said feeling himself. “Hey, Peter, touch this,” he said as he invited me to touch him above his cock. “Feel my balls too, they're so smooth.” They were too. He turned round and pulled his butt-cheeks apart. “How does it look? Nice and inviting?”
“Excuse my friend,” I said to Marguerite. “I haven't seen him for years and he hasn't changed. He's just full of it.”
George was now stripped down to his thong. Marguerite was looking at it wondering what was going to come out of this. It covered a huge mass. Just then Anne came back into the room, and just stared at it. George slid the thong down to the floor. Anne's jaw dropped, Marguerite's eyes popped again. Adrian was right. It was bigger, and his balls were really low-hanging. “OK, photo,” said Marguerite, trying to restore some normality. George had some blond pubic hair above his cock, but not long. He'd also been waxed about a month ago. His body and legs were pretty hairless.
“You'll have to stand further back to get it all in,” I said.
“Come on, you're going to give me a complex,” protested George.
“Well, I'll swap yours for mine any time!”
“You're k**ding. This is my fortune,” said George.
“Yea, I'm going to get mine insured,” added Adrian, in English, which I translated for Anne, who thought it was hilarious.
George lay down on his front. He had such little hair on his back and legs that these parts were done in minutes. Soon he was in position to have his anus waxed. He had his legs slightly apart and his balls dangled down like a donkey's. Again, I felt an urge to grab them and squeeze them.
Marguerite and Anne had looks of total amazement as they saw his whole set hanging down low. His sack had a light covering of light hairs. Anne stroked the back of it to test what work might be required, and then lifted his balls with the palm of her hand. She let them drop.
He had some hair in his rectum, but when Marguerite had pulled the final strip, he was totally smooth. She rubbed in the cool gel into it. “How do you like that, eh, Georgie Boy?” asked Adrian. I'm sure somebody would be enjoying the fruits of her work pretty soon. To be honest, I found looking at him, his hanging balls and enormous cock, bit of a turn-on. Something which I had never felt towards another male, although I found Adrian quite attractive at boarding school, and enjoyed our brief dalliance together.
He rolled over onto his front. His dick was now as big as it could be without being erect. It was lying across him to one side and extended almost two inches over the side of his body. I wondered if he was going to get a hard-on, which would be understandable for a highly-sexed young man of eighteen years of age. To add fuel to the fire, Anne had her hand on his thigh just below where his python lay. I was sure she was stroking his thigh ever so lightly.
I saw his penis lift slowly up and away from his body and start swinging round and pointing towards his head. Pre-cum was oozing out of the tip. Anne then said, “Ooh, look, he's crying,” then wiped the tip with a tissue. Marguerite started to apply hot wax above his cock. That did it. He was rock-hard in a second. His penis reached up two inches beyond his belly button.
“Wahoo, the sleeping giant awakes,” said Adrian mockingly. Marguerite translated for Anne what he had said, which she found amusing. I think poor George looked rather embarrassed
“Sorry,” he said dolefully.
“Don't worry, it happens all the time, but usually on a smaller scale,” said Anne.
Marguerite lifted his cock till it was completely perpendicular to his body, as she had to apply the wax above his penis. “Up periscope,” cracked Adrian.
“Shut up, will you!” said poor George.
“Can you hold it while I apply the wax?” Anne didn't have to be asked twice. I could have sworn she was rubbing the head with her thumb.
She finished this part. “OK, you can let go now,” said Marguerite. Anne looked disappointed, and lowered it onto his belly. Lucky she didn't let it go, or it would have crashed onto his stomach and winded him.
“Just out of curiosity, have you had many clients bigger than us?” asked Adrian.
“I haven't. I've had some pretty big ones, but not like you guys,” replied Marguerite.
“And you haven't seen me at full potential,” said Adrian cockily.
”I've been doing this for years, and I've seen a few biggies, but certainly nothing like George's,” said Anne. “Anyway, are you guys living here now?”
“Not yet, but if all goes well we should be moving down here soon,” replied George.
“Wow, George, your French is perfect,” commented Anne.
“My mother's French.”
Marguerite asked Anne for some advice on how to do the sack, which was normally a difficult area anyway because of the loose skin, but as George had really low-hanging testicles, he had a big sack, even when he was in an erect state. Marguerite explained very coolly and professionally the challenge they faced. “OK, so Anne is going to hold your balls and stretch the sack, but she'll be gentle.” George was looking worried. I must say, Marguerite was superbly cool and professional. “OK, Anne, I'm going to do the perineum first.” She took hold of his testicles and laid them along his hard penis. They reached over halfway up. She waxed between the legs and ripped. George gave a little grunt.
Marguerite waxed the underside of the sack. Poor George winced. Now for the upper side. Anne took his balls and pulled the sack straight outwards down the thighs so that the sack was stretched to the full. His testicles must have been about six inches along his legs. “Wow, Georgie, that looks like fun!” teased Adrian. The poor boy groaned. His erection was subsiding. Marguerite waxed the underside of the sack and let it rip. “Aaaahh!”
“OK, I think we're done.” George stood up, his erection was mainly down, but it was still slightly swollen with a very visible network of veins crisscrossing his cucumber-sized penis. It was a nice shape, pretty straight, well cut. The head was not big, but about the same width as the main shaft. Easier for penetration, I assumed.
Marguerite rubbed gel into his back, while Anne took the front. Legs, chest, then the genitals. She was loving it. “Hey, George, don't get another hard-on or you'll never get it in your pants.”
“Aha, very funny.”
“I have a remedy for this,” I said. His penis was swelling again at this point. “OK, George, close your eyes.” He duly complied. I then whacked it hard. The poor boy screamed, but it had the desired effect. Everybody else looked on in amazement. It collapsed into a flaccid state. “Well we couldn't take the 'after' photo with it standing up like that, could we?”
Poor George was still in a state of shock at having his dong whacked so hard. There was a big red mark on it, which I hoped would disappear before the shoot. I only hope it didn't show up in the photo. I'd have to be a bit more gentle next time!
George got dressed, and watching him pack his equipment in his thong was a spectacle in itself, which was enjoyed by Marguerite and Anne. “Can we help, Georgie?” offered Adrian. He gave him a dirty look
“Would you like some tea or coffee or something?” offered Marguerite, while Anne went off to answer the phone.
“No, thanks, we're running a bit late” I said. “Next time.”
“Thanks, Marguerite, for such a great job,” said Adrian. “Marguerite is a much nicer name in French than Margaret in English.
“Marguerite means Daisy, you know, like the flower,” I said
“Really? Oh, I like that. Can I call you that? My mother had a sexy friend called Daisy.”
“Of course, I like it too.”
“When you get back to stripping, your stage name could be Pink Daisy,” suggested Adrian with a laugh.
“Yea, or how about Hot Pink Daisy?” I said, proud of coming up with such a name.
This seemed to meet with everybody's approval.
“To Hot Pink Daisy,” we chorused.
We said our good-byes and left.
- - -
On the way back in the car, Adrian said, “Wow, Daisy's really cute, very sweet. Wouldn't mind doing a double-act with her.”
“Steady, Old Buddy, she's a devoted mother and always looks after her baby.”
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