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The Rock Chick
Chapter 3
The warm water cascaded over me as I slid the door closed. Secure within
the shower cubicle, I reached instinctively for my cock, watching
entranced as my fingers wrapped around its rapidly stiffening shaft. My
nails glistened as the water flowed over them, pink and delicate and
feminine.
I ran my fingers gently up and down, lightly scratching the soft skin
with the neat, shapely tips of the nails, revelling in Rae's
transformation of my hand, remembering the sensations of the salon - the
smell of her hair, the feel of her hand massaging mine, the frown of
concentration in her dark, heavily mascaraed eyes.
The thrill as she carefully smoothed the polish down the length of first
one nail, then another, then another.
The shower pounded against my shoulders. I stroked my cock faster and
faster, never taking my eyes off my nails. My pretty hands. Rae's pretty
hands. Rae, with her perfect, exaggerated makeup and her artfully
coloured hair. And her tattoos. And piercings. Her nipple piercing. The
swell of her perfect pierced breasts as she leaned over me, applying
lipstick to my own perfect lips...
My shoulders heaved as I came. I raised my head and the water sluiced
over me, washing me clean.
--
As I dried off and quickly prepared for work, I found myself fighting a
growing feeling of anxiety. Not about my job, for once - that was
actually going pretty well... but about Rae. It was Friday, and our next
appointment was scheduled for the following Monday. For the first time, I
was thinking about it with something other than giddy excitement.
Yes - I had enjoyed her giving me haircut and a manicure, and there was
no doubt I really enjoyed being the centre of her attention. I mean, who
wouldn't? But was I really ready to spend a year - a whole year - letting
her try out treatments on me? What if she wanted to do something I didn't
like, or which people would notice?
What if one of the treatments made me look weird? Or stupid?
What if I ended up looking like a girl?
These thoughts were still echoing round my head at lunch time. The more I
thought about it, the more I decided that this was a bad idea; I should
call Rae and cancel. I had to!
I didn't want any of my co-workers to overhear this particular
conversation, especially Tim, so I took my lunch out to a bench in a
quiet square. There was no one else around, so I pressed Rae's number and
waited.
"Razor's Edge, Rae speaking." At the sound of her voice, my mind was
suddenly swimming with those familiar thoughts again. Her hair. Her
perfume. Her piercings. Her touch. I looked down at my nails, the polish
still shining in the sun. What was I doing?
"Hello?" She sounded impatient.
"Oh, er, hi! It's Simon."
"Hi Simon! What's up? Looking forward to our appointment tomorrow." I
wasn't sure if that was a statement or a question.
"Uh... yeah. Me too!" No! Why did I say that??
"Cool. Actually, I'm glad you called, I wanted to talk to you."
She wanted to talk to me! She'd been thinking about me too! Suddenly my
cock was rock hard again.
"Oh? Sure, what's up?" I could hear the excitement in my voice, and hoped
Rae wouldn't pick up on it.
"Well, I've finally started taking on some new staff, which is awesome. I
know you already signed off on it in the contract, but I just wanted to
give you a heads up that my new junior stylist will be sitting in on your
next treatment. Maybe helping out a little too if necessary. Nothing
major. Is that cool?
Nooooo! I was calling because I was already anxious about the appointment
when I thought just Rae was there! Now someone else would be there too?
And where in the contract had it said anything about someone else being
there?
"Oh, sure, I guess. No problem." The words just fell out. I felt sick.
"Great!" Rae sounded relieved. "You don't know how much it means to me
that you're doing this, and it'll be a lot quicker with two of us.
Anyway, sorry - what was it you were calling about?"
Yeah, what was it again?
"Right, uh, I was just checking... what time I should be there."
Seriously. What's wrong with me?
"Two, if that's OK. Oh, and wear something light that you take off
easily."
"Sure. Great - I'll see you then."
She rang off. I sat there on the bench for another half hour. There were
so many excuses I could have given, so many ways I could have got out of
that damned appointment. But for some reason I just hadn't, and now
things were going to get even more embarrassing!
--
The weekend slipped past unnoticed in a haze of fear and excitement. I
genuinely can't remember one thing about it.
Tim had given me Monday afternoon off, as I feared he would, and before I
knew it I was once again walking down the high street to Rae's salon. As
requested, I'd changed out of my work suit and into a baggy Ramones t-
shirt and baggy trousers.
My heart was beating way faster than it should, and my cock was twitching
visibly in my trousers. I paused outside the salon door, took a deep
breath, tried to discreetly loosen the crotch of my trousers, and pushed
through the door.
The salon was packed. Four of the salon's styling chairs were already
occupied and, as I approached the reception desk, a fifth client emerged
from the treatment area with a towel wrapped around her head. A tall,
willowy stylist with black hair and lipstick guided her to the fifth
station. Like all the stylists, she sported several visible tattoos, as
well as a silver ring through one nostril. All had edgily styled and
coloured hair and carefully distressed clothes.
The salon smelled richly of shampoo and hairspray and bleach, and echoed
with the sound of classic rock and loud conversations.
Suddenly I caught sight of Rae. Her back was to me, but I recognised her
signature white hair and confident stance. She was holding a strip of
foil and painting a thick, purple paste onto a strand of her client's
hair, pausing only to laugh at the woman's joke. Then she neatly folded
the foil over once, twice, three times so it matched the dozens already
in place. For a second - just a second - I wished that was me in her
chair.
"Hello - can I help you?" A woman had appeared behind the reception desk
and was looking at me enquiringly.
I blinked. The woman was startling in her absolute ordinariness.
Everything about her was ordinary, from her soft accent and subtle makeup
to her knee-length cardigan and naturally straight brown hair which was
tucked casually behind one ear.
"Hi - I have an appointment with Rae. Simon... is me," I finished lamely.
To my relief she smiled and jotted something in the ledger in front of
her.
"Hello Simon - I'm Jess. Rae's told me all about you. She's running a
little behind with her one o'clock, so she's asked me to take you through
and get you prepped. OK?"
I nodded and smiled, not trusting myself to say anything more. My heart
was pounding harder than ever - now I was going to get prepped? What for?
What was I DOING?
Jess returned my smile innocently, and led the way between the mirrors to
the treatment area. There she opened a door I hadn't noticed before and
led me down a long corridor broken by several numbered doors. How big was
this place?
She stopped at the door marked "Seven" and opened it, stepping back to
allow me to enter first.
The room was small and brightly lit, and smelled heavily of incense.
There was a long table on one side holding three odd-looking white
devices and a clutter of sticks and pieces of paper. The rock music which
dominated the rest of the salon was still playing, but was softer, less
intrusive.
In the middle of the room was a long, low bed covered with a paper sheet.
Jess handed me a rolled-up white towel. "Right," she said briskly.
"Please take off your clothes. Then just lie down on your back with the
towel over you, and I'll be back shortly with Rae. Alright? Good."
With that, she breezed out of the room, closing the door behind her. I
stood there, holding the towel and not for the first time wondering what
on earth I had got myself into. Was I getting a massage? That would be
OK!
The thought of Rae's hands running over my body made my cock twitch once
again.
Nervously I shed my clothes and piled them on a chair in the corner.
Naked, I was just about to sit down on the bed when I noticed the full-
length mirror discreetly tucked in one corner of the room. Glancing at
the door, I quickly walked over to it and looked at reflection. I wasn't
in bad shape - a few years earlier I had spent a lot of time at the gym
in an effort to get in shape, and my legs and arms still showed the tone
which had resulted from that. But several weeks of comfort eating had
swollen my previously flat stomach and taut arse. My chest too was softer
and rounder than I would have liked, under the matted thatch of hair.
Suddenly I heard voices approaching in the corridor. Remembering with a
start that I was completely naked, I leapt onto the table and unrolled
the towel. It was tiny - barely a foot long! At best it would only just
cover my crotch, and even then I wasn't sure it would disguise very much!
I draped it over myself as best I could and lay back, already feeling it
slipping off to one side. I grabbed one corner and dragged it back into
place, holding it there with a vice-like grip.
The door opened and Jess entered, followed closely by Rae. Rae looked as
stunning as always. Today she had toned down her smoky eyes, just a
little, and had gone to town on her lips - they looked full and perfectly
shaped and very, very red. With her tousled white hair, artfully slashed
jeans and low-cut, vaguely military top, she was an absolute contrast to
Jess's prim and conservative style.
"Hey Simon! Awesome to see you!"
I raised my head and smiled awkwardly, acutely aware of just how much of
me she could see.
"Thanks for agreeing to have Jess here. She's going to be my number two
on all your treatments so you guys will be seeing lots of each other over
the next few weeks."
Rae turned to Jess, suddenly all business.
"OK - so you've already met Simon, so let's get started right away. I
assume you've filled and started the heater?
Heater? What were they heating? The room didn't feel any warmer than the
rest of the salon!
Jess stepped over to the machine on the side table. It was about the size
and shape of a slow cooker, with a screen on the front and a large lid on
the top. She examined the screen and then nodded to Rae.
"Great! So the next step is to examine the client and then usually
consult with them about what they want done. Though obviously in this
case Simon has given me the right to make all the treatment decisions for
him."
This was sounding less and less like a massage. And when had I given Rae
the right to decide what sort of treatment I wanted? I didn't have time
to object, however, as Rae was gesturing at my body.
"As you can see, Simon is moderately hairy on his chest." She ran her
fingers lightly over my chest hair. "Arms, armpits, abdomen and legs. And
let's just have a look under here..."
Without asking, Rae lifted the towel off my crotch and placed it to one
side. "As you can see, he has a lot of pubic hair around his pelvis,
penis and testicles." Jess actually leaned over to have a closer look,
nodding. I could feel my cheeks burning as the two women examined my
private parts. Had I really signed up for this?
"Now Simon, if you could roll over onto all fours... thank you. You can
see he doesn't have a hairy back or particularly hairy buttocks, which
will make things easier, but..." I suddenly felt a pair of hands
spreading my buttocks. "As you can see, he does have quite a lot on his
perianal region. Thank you Simon, you can lie down on your back again."
I obeyed her once again; what else could I do?
"So obviously the goal of the treatment is to ensure the client is
completely hairless from the neck down. That will be a huge step towards
achieving the aesthetic we want for him, as well as allowing us to have a
much clearer look at the rest of the canvas we've got to work with. Shall
we get started?"
Jess nodded, and lifted the lid on the slow cooker. A new odour joined
the scent of incense, reminding me of Sundays in church as a child,
surrounded by slowly dripping candles.
So... wax. Didn't that really, really hurt? My exes had all complained
that waxing was an extremely painful experience, and they'd been waxed
many times before!
While my mind was whirling with that thought, Rae had started sprinkling
powder up over my legs.
"We'll start with the feet and legs," she continued, again talking just
to Jess. "Front first, then the back. Then we'll move on to the arms and
torso, before finishing with the pubic area.
"I'm spreading talc on the area to be waxed to absorb any excess moisture
or oils which could make the wax less effective."
She ran her hands softly up and down my legs, sending tingles shooting up
to my crotch. Rae's hands were on my legs. My soon to be hairless legs!
She saw me watching her, and winked one of those beautiful eyes at me. My
cock twitched and my cheeks flushed once again.
Jess lifted a wooden stick out of the pot, twirling the end to prevent
the blob of hot wax on the end of it attached. She passed it to Rae, then
leaned over me to watch as the beautiful blonde carefully began spreading
the wax across my shin, explaining every step as she went.
The sensation was electrifying. The wax was hot, but not painfully so;
nevertheless, all the nerves in my legs came to full alert as she slid
the spatula across a long narrow section of my lower leg. Satisfied that
she had applied a good thick coating, Rae handed the stick back to Jess
and took a piece of cloth or paper, about eight inches long, and pressed
it firmly over the wax. She held the skin of my leg taut with one hand,
took a firm hold on one end of the strip... and swept it off.
Did it hurt? Oh, it hurt! I gritted my teeth and did my best not to show
it, but it really, REALLY hurt.
Then she did it again. And again. And again. My hair was being literally
ripped out of my skin, and all I could think of was the pain. Why was I
letting them do this? Why? WHY?
And then, with my feet and lower legs hairless, a different sensation
began to creep in alongside the pain. Enjoyment.
I know how that sounds. I've never been attracted to the idea of pain.
Maybe it was the sensation of Rae's hands on my skin, creeping ever
higher up my legs towards my thighs. Or the psychological effect of being
literally stripped bare over and over again. Or the sensation of the hot
wax suddenly cooling and hardening on my skin. Or maybe it was the
feeling of being utterly powerless to stop Rae from carrying out the
treatment that I neither asked for nor wanted. I don't know.
All I do know is that I liked it. And with that came another problem.
My cock, which had retreated to a safe distance as soon as the pain
started, suddenly woke up and tried to make itself know. Lying on my
back, staring at the ceiling, I could feel it stiffening, little by
little as Rae spread her wax on me. I tried taking deep breaths, thinking
about politics and sports, anything to make it go down; nothing worked.
By the time she had reached my inside thigh it was hard and throbbing,
and I could feel a growing dampness on my thigh which could only mean it
had started to leak pre-cum.
The only saving grace was that neither Rae nor Jess mentioned it;
nevertheless, there it was, the elephant in the room.
Finally, Rae finished my legs and moved round to work on my chest. My
legs felt weird - I could feel every tiny movement of air around them; it
was utterly captivating. So captivating, in fact, that I barely noticed
as she began to tear the hair from my chest. Strip by strip, section by
section, the hair came away to reveal the pink, vulnerable skin beneath.
Soon I could feel both Rae and Jess's breath on my chest, caressing the
hairless skin, sending miniature shockwaves through my body.
Soon my arms and armpits were similarly hairless, and the moment I had
been dreading had arrived.
"Great - we're nearly there. Just the pubic area to go," said Rae. Was it
just my imagination, or did she sound just a little more excited about
this than she should have?
"This is always a little more tricky with male clients, so I'll need your
help, Jess."
She began spreading the talc over my crotch, and suddenly her hands were
on my cock and balls, gliding over them with practiced skill. I very
nearly came right then.
"Now, there's always a lot of soft and stretchy skin down here, so the
important thing is to keep everything as tight as we can. So I'll need
you to stretch his penis out like this..."
She took hold of my cock and demonstrated by stretching it upwards to
reveal the underside. She let go, and suddenly Jess's hands were on my
cock instead. I breathed deeply.
Then I was hit with the sudden warmth of the wax being spread up the
underside of my cock and across my balls. I felt it start to set, and
then the exquisite pain as it was ripped away again. My cock was leaking
freely now - I could feel the precum dripping down my leg, but there was
nothing I could do about it.
The two women continued with the hair removal, pulling my cock in first
one direction, then another. At several points I very nearly came, but
each time I managed to supress it.
Finally, Rae asked me to kneel up on the table once more and, with Jess
holding my ass cheek apart, began spreading wax around my butthole. That
was possibly the most painful and humiliating part yet, but by that point
I was beyond caring. My body was flooded with endorphins, and I knew I
would do anything Rae told me to.
Finally it was over. Rae told me to sit on the table to "recover" which
she and Jess tidied up. That done, she asked Jess to go and greet her 4
o' clock client. Jess smiled at me, and I thanked her dreamily for all
her hard work and said I hoped to see her again soon.
Once she'd left, closing the door behind her, Rae finally turned to me.
"So... what do you think?" she asked.
I nodded slowly, my mind still muddled by the endorphins. "It was
painful... but not as bad as I'd always imagined."
She smiled, flashing her beautiful red lips. Then she led me by the hand
to the mirror in the corner and stood behind me.
"Look at yourself. What do you see?"
I looked. The transformation was extraordinary. My chest... my legs... my
crotch. I looked softer, more vulnerable... more feminine. My cock, still
semi-hard stood out starkly above my hairless balls.
"I... I look good," I replied. And I did.
"Touch yourself." A couple of hours earlier this would have felt
extraordinary - a violation. But now... it just seemed like a normal
thing for Rae to say. Obediently, I raised my fingers to my hairless
chest, noticing the delicate nails against my skin. I slid them down to
my hips, revelling in the smoothness of the skin.
Down towards my crotch...
Rae got there first. Kneeling before me, her lips brushed the end of my
cock, bringing it fully erect once more. They parted, and my cock sank
slowly into her mouth, her ruby lips forming a perfect O around it. I let
out a little moan.
I felt Rae's tongue glide up and down the underside as she took more and
more of me into her mouth. I watched, entranced, as she swallowed me
whole, the head of my cock resting briefly in the back of her throat. Her
fingers stroked the backs of my thighs, slid over my buttocks, but I was
entranced by her eyes, hypnotised by her beautiful thickly mascaraed
lashes and dark eyeliner and smoky eye shadow.
Her fingers explored higher, gently parting my cheeks once more as her
lips moved softly back and forth over my cock, her eyes never leaving
mine. Suddenly I felt a soft pressure on my ass, and realised with a rush
that her finger was already sliding slowly into my tight hole. It was as
if every sensation from that day suddenly aligned; Rae, my humiliation,
my smooth hairless body, the pain, the unexpected sensation in my ass...
The sensation of fulfilment grew and grew as Rae's lips and tongue moved
faster and faster over my cock, taking me deeper and deeper inside her,
deeper and deeper inside me... oh god...
My orgasm came in waves, over and over again. I was floating and soaring
and diving and breaking free...
When at last it subsided, I was once again standing hairless before the
mirror, Rae gently licking the last drops of cum from me, her eyes still
locked with mine.
Satisfied she had got every drop, she stood up and took me by the hand.
"Come on," she said. "We're only just getting started."
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