"Hi, um, I'm here for my 2:30 appointment?"

"Your name, please?"

"Juniper Barnsley."

The Samoyed stood there anxiously and watched as the woman tapped away on her for no longer than a handful of seconds, before she raised her head and smiled at him. With a gesture, she asked him to take a seat and the canine nodding, expressing his thanks, before he turned and padded across the room towards one of the nearby seats. He flopped down into a seat that felt a little too small from him, some distance away from others, and shifted uncomfortably, trying not to pull and scratch at his fur. Clad in just a summery vest, shorts and a pair of sandals, Juniper hoped that his consultation and grooming wouldn't take all afternoon. It's not that he had much to do, but these sessions always made him feel awkward.

"Barnsley?" A name called after what felt like barely only a few minutes, and the Samoyed immediately rose, the chair grinding beneath him as he pushed it back with the force of his legs. He awkwardly chuckled and followed a lean terrier man down a narrow hallway and through a set of double doors, leading into a cool yet incredible spacious room beyond.

"This way." The man gestured and padded across the room as Juniper followed, briefly taking in the man's form. He looked on the older side-- maybe in his late 30s, early 40s-- and wore a fairly loose vest and a shaggy pair of shorts, with sandals on his feet. His gait was scuffed, as if he had a limp, but he otherwise seemed to move just fine. He didn't even notice the Samoyed looking him up and down as they approached a large metal frame, with a handful of chains hanging off of it with little hooks on them. Beneath was a big thick tray of metal, with a lip for the water not to spill over and slosh across the floor.

"This your first time?" The Terrier asked as first as he turned, before taking one look at the Samoyed and smirking. "Obviously not."

"Hah...yeah," Juniper looked bashful. "I, uh...my usual groomer was booked up for, like a month when I called."

"No problem, we'll take care of you here," The man assured him as he held out a hand. "The name's Ace. I'll handle your grooming today, uh...?"

"Juniper." The Samoyed introduced himself and awkwardly shook the man's hand. The Terrier smiled with an authentic warmth that made Juniper feel a little more at ease...that is, until the man spoke.

"Alright then, Juniper," The man drawled, checking the chains before he threw them over the top, shortening them. "Take off your clothes and hang them on the back of this chair and we'll get started."

The Samoyed nervously gulped and kicked off his sandals, pulling his vest over his head to reveal his fluffy, yet fairly muscular figure. He hesitated for a moment with his shorts before he dropped them, along with his boxers. He was embarrassed about having his sheath out in the open, but also understood it was a necessity to get a proper trim. That didn't stop him from openly squirming on the spot, however. Ace seemed to notice and did his best to suppress a smirk, but it still came out like a snort.

"Relax, I've seen it all before," Ace insisted as he stepped to the side, gesturing Juniper into the metal basin. "You're not exactly displeasin' to look at, either..."

"A-Ah...thanks." Juniper felt a tickle surge through his belly and up his body and he tried his best to ignore it, stepping in under the metal frame. He watched as the Terrier strode off for a moment to gather a handful of cleaning tools, which he connected to rubber tubes that were fastened to taps. He also retrieved several brushes, a trimmer, curved scissors and a large tub of what looked like shampoo. He stood there for a moment and turned to look the Samoyed up and down, inadvertently putting the man on the spot, before he grabbed another set of finer, smaller scissors from a workstation nearby. With that, he quickly got started.

Juniper was no stranger to being groomed, of course-- he had to get it done at least once a year-- but he was usual to his usual groomer. By no means was Ace bad at his job, for he was meticulous with his work and slowly but methodically lathered up the Samoyed's body with a combination of water and shampoo, which the canine helped with, of course. The problem, however, was Juniper's completed nakedness in the presence of a stranger, and by extension the lengths the Terrir had to go to in order to clean and dry every nook and cranny of his body. On a handful of occasions, Ace grabbed and deliberately held onto Juniper's balls, lifting them up to he could clean beneath without so much as warning the Samoyed, or letting him do it himself. When he was done cleaning him up by way of hose, drying him was as simple as using a high pressure nozzle that blew away large tufts of moulting fur from Juniper's body, to make way for his summer coat.

"Any plans for the rest of the day?" Ace attempted to encourage idle conversation as he continued to blow away the parts of the Samoyed's fur. Juniper knew he had a double-layered coat and he was glad that Ace didn't go and start trimming him down with the clippers, for it probably would have damaged his temperature regulation. Instead, he meticulous continued to apply air pressure as Juniper stood with his legs slightly apart.

"U-Uh, well...I might go meet friends for coffee-" Juniper began, but spluttered and faltered as the Terrier grabbed his balls and hoisted them, blowing hot air right up against his taint and down his inner thighs. Juniper didn't want to expressly say it was pleasurable, but he body couldn't deny how nice it felt, and embarrassed spread across his face as he clearly felt the tip of his cock slide from his sheath, revealing his arousal. Ace didn't even bat an eye at it-- hell, he maybe hadn't noticed.

"You must really like your friends, huh?" The Terrier teased, confirming that he did, in fact, notice the Samoyed's growing erection, and Juniper felt even more embarrassed.

"H-Haha, sorry, I, um--" The white-furred canine began, his face growing warm, and the groomer chuckled beneath him as he turned off the nozzle and took a comb to the canine's inner thighs, brushing him down.

"Kid, I've spent most of my young adult life in swinger parties and orgies," He explained. "I ain't gonna get offended that you like me grabbing your balls."

"I...It's not that..." Juniper tried to excuse himself and the other canine laughed even more, combing him down.

"Relax, I'm just teasing you," He insisted. "Looks like you're all mostly done down here anyway...Samoyeds tend to be short and fuzzy around the inner thighs, but that's where the fur tends to mat after a shower. Better to be safe than sorry, right?"

Juniper hummed his agreement, feeling like it's better to keep his mouth shut before he embarrasses himself further. He could hear Ace chuckling beneath him as the man eventually rose and got him to turn around so he could comb down the rest of him, using a pair of scissors to trim any outgrowing fur so that Juniper had a uniform and clean-looking shape. He didn't cut deep, knowing better than to do so, and in another half an hour Ace was done. Juniper didn't have a clock to keep an eye on the time, but if he had to guess, it took probably 2 or 3 hours, if that; most of the bulk of the work was in washing and drying, which Juniper knew all too well.

"I think you're all done." The Terrier surmised, taking a step back to admire Juniper's form, specifically his ass, and as the canine turned he blew a sigh, relieved it was over. His member stuck halfway out his sheath but thankfully wasn't much more harder than that. Ace did his best not to draw attention to it and gestured to the back of the chair nearby, for the Samoyed to grab his clothes.

"Good seein' you," He assured the younger man, patting his shoulder. "You look nice and fuzzy now...quite the good figure too. Here's hoping you come back, huh?"

Juniper chuckled nervously and nodded. He might not come back...but then again, there's every chance he might, especially if Ace is around...