4 comments/ 39441 views/ 23 favorites The Waxing Ch. 01 By: thecuriousgeorge Since puberty, I've always been turned on by the idea of exhibitionism, but almost always too shy to try it. They say what happens to you when you are young imprints your desires throughout life, and this is the case with me. When I was barely 18 and still a virgin, girls consumed my every thought. I became friends with the literal girl next door (an older woman at 19), who happened to have a pool. I spent most of the summer going over to her house and swimming. Looking back, I realize that she was interested in me, but at the time I was too dumb to know what flirting was. We used to play tag in the water, and one day she was more aggressive than usual, and started wrestling with me in the deep end. We were playfully dunking each other, when she suddenly swam under me and tugged my suit down, and then swam to the wall and hopped out. My penis, which was usually half erect anyway, immediately sprung up, and I was left naked in the water. I felt a mixture of fear, excitement and anticipation. Long story short, she taunted me with my suit until I swallowed deeply and got out of the pool, rushing over to my towel and wrapping it around me. She certainly got an eyeful of my cock, and as soon as I got my towel on, I regretted covering up so quickly, but was feeling too shy and bashful to drop it again. I mumbled a good bye and rushed home to masturbate, not realizing I could have done something with her. It was the most exciting moment of my sexual life to that point, and I've thought about that day since then, cursing myself for not showing off more. Flash forward 25 odd years, and I am still fascinated by exhibitionism, but as unlikely to try it as I was when I was 15. Even at 40, the most I've ever done was take off my shirt, or maybe skip underwear while working in the garden. As part of my recent mid-life crisis, I decided that I should start working out to right the proportions of my 6-foot-plus frame. After 6 months of dedicated exercise, I was feeling better about myself, seeing less fat and more muscle reflected in the mirror. With my new confidence, I started thinking more about showing off my newly-sculpted body. It began with dropping my towel in the steam room and sauna as a test. I didn't get turned on by guys in the locker room, but I liked the feeling of walking around nude. My wife liked the change in my body as well, and our sex life had never been better. I felt more comfortable around her as well, and started leaving clothes off around the house too, with the blinds up. Susan (my wife) has always kept in shape, but she stepped it up once I started working out. I noticed that she too started wearing less clothes around the house, and seemed less shy showing off her body. I started thinking more and more about exhibitionism, and began to wonder if Susan might share some of my desires. I've always been the aggressive one in the marriage, but I noticed that Susan was becoming more direct with what she wanted sexually. Mirrors are unforgiving and the extra body hair that had cropped up in the last few years now bothered me. In fact, the more I looked in the mirror, the more I thought about maybe getting my chest and back waxed. Then, I thought about maybe my pubic hair, too? I did the math in my head, and realized that no woman other than my wife had seen my penis in 16 years. Why not kill two birds with one stone and fulfill my 25 year old fantasy at the same time? It was time to live out my Clothed Female/Nude Male dream. Just thinking about it gave me a surge of adrenaline and made my cock swell. Over the next week, the CFNM fantasies came fast and furious, as did I while thinking about them. Surfing the web for a salon, I knew that I definitely wanted a woman to take care of me and I wanted to be sure I got some personal attention. After creating a whole fantasy, I didn't want to show up to some spa and get shuffled in and out in 30 minutes without a chance to show off a bit. I also didn't want to go to someone's trailer and be subjected to a dirty bed or worse. Finally, I found an ad: Gentlemen: I am a Licensed Aesthetician of 16 years who does Men's Grooming in my studio situated in my home. Women love a manscaped man and you will love being hairless too! I sit and chat with clients before treatments so that they are comfortable before we begin. I specialize in the "Brozilian" wax (the waxing of the male genitals, including the crack). Let me help you show off a new body! I was happy to see that not only was she attractive, but she had this in her FAQ: Q: "What if I get an erection?" A: "It's natural for some men to become excited while getting waxed, and it is entirely normal. In fact, an erection is helpful for me to clean the hairs off of the shaft of your penis. I operate in a completely clinical environment and no sexual favors are offered. This is not an erotic service!" Seeing the warning made me feel better as not only does she see erections but also she won't think that I am some kind of creep if I get hard while she is working. Taking a deep breath, I called the number provided, and got an answering machine with a lovely soothing voice on it. I left a message, and after a few emails and texts, I had an appointment. The week before the appointment I was in the gym as much as possible so that I would look good. When the appointment day came, I woke up feeling nervous, like I was going on a date. I laid out my clothes: black boxer briefs, a tight cut solid t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, no socks. I drove to the appointment, with a raging hard on, but luckily my nerves turned me flaccid as I rang the bell to a little bungalow. A few seconds later, a 40ish plain, but attractive in a MILF-next-door kind of way, woman answered the door. She was about 5 ft. 9in., with brown hair down to her shoulders, hazel eyes, and dressed in what I can only describe as a hippie kaftan with a slight V-neck and slits up the side; showing well-toned ankles down to her bare feet, which added to the gentle vibe of the house. There was a sparkle in her eyes that put me at ease immediately. I was straining to keep my eyes on her face, but also noticed that her breasts looked remarkably perky for someone her age, so she was either surgically enhanced, or she had some remarkable undergarments on. My cock began to stiffen and I needed a diversion. Forcing words into my dry mouth I said, "Hi, I'm John... your 2 o'clock." "Hello, I'm Caroline. I'm glad you found the place all right. Come on through," she said, as she led me into the waiting room. My nerves got the better of me, and I fumbled at the door, tripping over the door jam. As I did, my arm swung out, and my hand grazed her ass. I couldn't help but feel it a bit, and it was clear that she worked out. Immediately, any blood in my cock rushed to my face and I turned bright red. "Ssssorry!" I sputtered, "I tripped on the door here." She looked back and laughed, "Don't worry about it. I should probably get that marked." We sat down in the chairs, and Caroline asked, "So what are you here to do?" Immediately, a hundred responses rushed through my head: Show you my cock. Whip out my wang. Come all over that kaftan. Instead, I said, "Well, I'm a little nervous as I've never done this before, but I want to get waxed. I've been working out and want to show it off a bit better." "Sure," she said, "you mentioned on the phone you wanted a massage and a back wax, right? That's no problem. What else are you interested in? Chest? Armpits? Legs?" "Just my back really, though I am interested in some manscaping on my chest and maybe armpits. I don't think I'm interested in going hairless on my legs." Caroline replied "Not a problem. It may be better to start with a simple shave, since waxing all of those areas at once can be very painful. Is that it? Back and a shave for chest and armpit? Anything else?" At this point I turned red again, and almost backed out. I stammered, and looked down at my lap, "Well ummm also..." She laughed again, a sound I was already growing to like, "Are you interested in trimming or waxing your pubic area? Don't be shy. I do it all the time." I could only nod yes; relieved I didn't have to say it. "Stand up, and show me what we are working with. Tell me what needs to be waxed." I turned bright red again, thinking that she wanted me to drop my pants right there in the room, in front of the window. "No, not your pants, just take off your shirt and show me your back, so I know if we need to shave you before we wax. We have enough time to see the rest in private," she said, smiling. Relieved, I stood up and took off my shirt, glad I had spent the extra time in the gym. She ran her hand lightly across my chest, feeling my hair, and I couldn't help feel a little charge. "Turn around." I turned, and showed her my back, felt her hand skim across my skin again, and then felt her pull my waistband away from my ass briefly before the band snapped back into place. "Sorry, I just wanted to see how far your hair went down, I hope I didn't surprise you," she said. "This looks simple. We will start with the massage to get some oil worked into your back, and then follow with a wax and a shave. Go into the other room, and drop your drawers." She smiled again, "Actually just take off your pants and shoes, leave on your underwear and I will be right in." Finding it hard to believe that my fantasy was coming true, I went through the only other door in the room, and found myself in a small massage, waxing room. There was a standard massage table, but with stirrups on them, unusual, but I was guessing it was so a person could put up their legs for waxing their pubic hair or ass. I dropped my shirt on the only chair in the room, followed by my shoes and jeans. There I was, in my boxer briefs, with an erection starting to rise. I was close to fulfilling my fantasy of being naked in front of Caroline. I decided that I should sit on the massage table, to cover up the growing bulge in my briefs. I sat down and not 30 seconds later, she entered the room. "Let's get started. I'll begin the massage with your back using some extra oil, and then finish up on your front. We can then wax your back, and shave whatever you decide needs attention on the front," she said with another small smile, adding, "Whatever you are comfortable with." "That's great," I squeaked, "should I lay down?" "I've never massaged anyone sitting up," she replied, grinning. I started to turn, when all of a sudden she grabbed a hold of her sleeve, pulling her arm inside the kaftan, and shrugging it off her shoulders. Yes! This is it! She will be nude under that and proceed to blow me and fuck me silly because she is feeling horny today. It's going to be just like some porno!!! However, as the kaftan fell to the ground, it became clear that she was dressed, wearing a pair of ¾- length tight yoga pants that showed off her well-toned calves, and a tight yoga top that came down to above her belly button, leaving a strip of skin between her top and bottoms. The sight was still great, and my cock gave another twitch upward. I quickly covered it by moving my legs around, and rolling onto my stomach, ready for the massage. She draped me with a sheet, and with no further preliminaries, started the massage, but the whole time, I kept thinking about what was underneath the yoga outfit. Finally, she told me to turn over and we continued with me on my back where now I could see her top much better. I kept peeking to figure out if she had a bra on and a few glimpses of the tops of her breasts, I decided the answer was no, a decision that only made my cock get harder. I was just hoping that the boxer briefs and the sheet were hiding my erection, since I suddenly nervous about showing anything. She finished the massage and told me to roll back over to my stomach, so the waxing could start. She had warned me that it would be painful, so I was bracing myself for the pain. I got the sense that she thought it was a little funny that I would soon be wincing under her hands, so was determined to stay as calm as possible. Caroline snapped on rubber gloves and said, "Let's get to work." I felt the warm wax going on my back, which felt wonderful, but the warmth was quickly followed by the most awful ripping feel on my skin. I've never felt anything like it, and I sucked in my breath. Whatever erection I had immediately shriveled, as my balls retreated backwards and I felt burning on my back. "How was that?" Caroline asked with a little too much glee in her voice. "That was the first strip - only about 9 more to go." "Uggg," I choked out. "I'm not enjoying it as much as you are." I started rethinking the whole CFNM fantasy, and almost got up and left. However, she started again, and unless I'm mistaken, started pulling harder and harder; enjoying my discomfort. The tearing on my skin kept going, and I could feel endorphins releasing, which gave me some relief from the pain, but the burning sensation on my back was put me on edge, taking away whatever excitement I had felt previously. Minutes later, though it felt like an hour, Caroline announced, "Your back is almost done. If it's okay, I'd like to pull the top of your briefs down a little, just to be sure we got all of your back hair." "Sure," I said, as I felt the cool rush of air on the top of my ass, taking my attention away from the pain. She slid my boxers down my ass, and it certainly felt like more than just a little of me was showing. She rubbed her hand along my skin, and maybe it was my imagination, but it felt like her gloved hands lingered on me a little too long. After all the ripping, it was a nice change, and I could feel myself getting excited again. "Just a little cleanup here," she said as she put dab of wax on the top of my ass and ripped it off. I thought that was it, but she continued with 4 more strips, moving down my ass, and I felt the burning again, as my sensitive skin had the hair torn from it. Caroline then took off the gloves and said, "All done, and time for the fun part: more oil on your back to calm down your skin. Why don't you take off your boxers so we don't get any oil them—just stay under the sheet." This is exactly what I was waiting for and my cock started swelling again, as I nodded my head and reached under the sheet to pull down my boxers and drop them on the floor. While I was taking them down, I moved my body around a bit and snagged the sheet, so it started sliding off, leaving more of my ass exposed. I tried to be casual about it but felt the same charge as I did when my suit got pulled off or walking around naked at the gym. Caroline turned back around and if she noticed that the sheet had slipped, she didn't say a word. I felt wonderful hot oil on my skin, and soothing massage all over my back. It felt like heaven compared to the waxing. As she was finishing, I felt her hands drift down to my ass, grazing my ass crack, and dipping between my ass cheeks, massaging inside the crack. With my ass half uncovered, and my hard cock digging into my stomach, I gasped again. "Turn over," she commanded, "Let's get to work on your front. I'm assuming that after feeling the wax on your back, you want to stick with your decision and just a shave your chest?" I lifted my head up and said, "Discretion being the better part of valor, I think I can only take a shave... I might pass out if you waxed any more areas." This prompted a throaty laugh from Caroline, and then I realized that this was it. My hard cock wasn't going to be hidden by the sheet soon, and it was now or never to live my fantasy. Swallowing hard, I turned over holding onto the sheet, making sure it didn't slip off. I made it with my dick still covered, and I don't think she noticed my throbbing cock, though I was sure that would change once she got down to my stomach with the razor. I lay on the table with my chest exposed, and said, "Shave away... just leave some hair there, I don't want just fuzz." She looked at me and smiled, holding the razor up in the air, turning it on and off. I got the feeling that she was taunting me at this point, and my cock gave a jump with each brief hum of the razor. Looking at my chest, she tweaked one of my nipples with her finger. "With all this hair, I'll have to be careful, I don't want to shave one of them off." I groaned a bit when she touched me, which prompted another smile. Caroline put down the razor and reached down with both hands and pinched my nipples HARD, twisting as she did. I was surprised, but there was something pleasing about her actions at the same time. If possible, my cock got even harder. I could feel it throbbing under the sheet as I gasped, and looked at her in shock. "There you go. I'll be sure to miss them now." She smiled as she said that, and all joking aside, she was gentle as she ran the razor over my chest, asking several times if the length of the shave was right, and if it hurt at all to tell her. I noticed that as she got closer to my waist her breathing got a bit more ragged, and I wondered if she could see my hard-on under the sheet. I was hoping the answer was yes. When done, she snapped off the razor and said, "Okay, the moment of truth. Do I continue the shave down below, or have you had enough punishment for one day? Personally, I like a man who is cleaned up a bit... makes it easier to see what's going on." "Well, not to brag, but I've never had a woman have trouble finding anything in my pants. That said, I'm obviously a glutton for punishment, so let's keep the razor going-- though if you thought I was worried about my nipples, I'm even more worried about the boys down below." Caroline laughed. "Don't worry, you're in good hands. I haven't lost one yet. But, don't tell me you are a glutton for punishment if you don't mean it. I have tools that make the back waxing feel like a massage. So, should you do the unveiling or should I?" I turned red again. "Um, before you do, I have something to tell you—I'm um, a little, um well, excited. The good news is that it should make it harder to run anything over." "Oh, John, don't worry, I've known that was under there since we started the massage. I saw you twisting around trying to cover up, and thought that might be the case." I got such a charge to hear that she knew my secret, that I decided there was no time like the present to fulfill my fantasy. And with that, I sat up and dropped the sheet. I was now sitting naked in front of Caroline, my cock throbbing and jumping with every breath; pointing at her like a horny signpost. "It's good to know I can still excite a guy this easily, and you actually made this a bit better for me. Your scrotum is tight, so, easy to shave, and I can easily remove the hairs from your shaft this way." She added, giving me a wink, "I will say that I can see why you have no worries about getting that monster lost in the weeds. I bet you don't get complaints. If I didn't know better, I might think that a little pain turned you on, or you just like it when people get a good view of your goods." If possible, I turned even redder in the face, and to recover, replied, "That was my plan all along. I wanted to make the shaving easy for you, so figured I might as well get hard to simplify things. So um, do I have to handle it, or do you, um, take charge?" Caroline just laughed again. "Don't worry, Hon. I've touched enough of them to know what to do. Just sit back and relax, I'm good at taking charge." And with that, I laid back, in front of this sensual woman, with my cock throbbing and bouncing in the air. I was hoping that I didn't come as soon as she touched me. "If you don't mind, I'm going to skip the gloves—they stick sometimes, and I don't want to pull your skin," she said. I could only gulp in response. The Waxing Ch. 02 As I drove home from Caroline's house, I was seized by guilt. I had never cheated on my wife, and even though what I did might not be "technically" cheating, I was fairly certain that getting naked in front of another woman and jerking myself off while she squeezed my balls as not something Susan (my wife) would approve of. I felt sick to my stomach - all the pleasure of the last few hours was replaced by nagging guilt and shame. Why did I need to do this? Why couldn't I just have sex with my wife and skip the exhibitionism? I got back to an empty house, and took the opportunity to jump into the shower, washing off the oils, loose hairs and come from my body. I couldn't help but look at myself in the mirror and admire my newly shorn torso. Caroline had done exactly what I wanted, trimming all of my hair carefully, and leaving me with closely cropped stubble. She was right - my cock did look bigger, even though it was completely deflated with shame. I felt guilty about the afternoon, and I resolved to tell her that I had gotten waxed, and got excited in the room, coming when the woman touched me. I didn't have the heart to tell her the entire story. I decided to whip up a quick dinner of pasta, veggies and homemade garlic bread, and sett the table and even put out some tapered candles. Susan got home about an hour later, and we sat down to dinner with normal pleasantries. "...How was your day," "...Can you believe that the neighbor did this"... "...Don't forget about the meeting tomorrow," etc. Before I go further I should tell you more about Susan. We had been married about 10 years, no kids, and two busy careers. She is blond, with short hair and about 5'6, slim, and her breasts had the look of a woman 10 years younger. My favorite feature about her has always been her legs - long, curved and firm from working out. Our sex life was still active, but had certainly dwindled a bit since we first met. Susan was always game to try things in the bedroom, but was always little reserved... no ass play, I had to make the first move, and certainly no one else involved. Still, I was happy with her and how much we fucked... at least I had been until 2:00 today. Now I wasn't why I felt the need to see someone else for the first time, or should I say, let someone see me. Finally I looked at her, and said "Susan... guess what happened to me today?" As soon she said "What?" with such a sweet expression in her eyes, I knew I could never tell her what really happened. So I just plunged forward. "Well you know how I've been working out? I decided that I wanted to take care of the extra hair that was growing on my back, so I would look better this summer. SoIwenttoseeawaxerandgotshaved," I blurted out. "What?" I took a deep breath and started again, "I got my back waxed, and at the same time they shaved my chest to look a little neater." My wife started giggling, "Really? Like some guido weightlifter?" I blushed, "No, I still have hair. It's just neater and trimmed." "Show me," Susan said. "Right here?" "Yes." So I stood up, took off my shirt and preened a little, turning around and flexing. "You like? I was thinking of you when I decided to have it done," I fibbed. "Very nice. Just enough off the top to make your body look good." Susan continued, "How about your legs? Still hairy?" "Yeah, I left them alone." "Good, that's too much. What about, you know, your underwear region," she laughed. I blushed, "Well, yes, I had that done as well. I thought that I might as well at the same time." "Well don't hold out on me... lets see it all! It's not like I won't get a look later," Susan said, almost gleefully. She started making drum noises like I was a stripper, while clapping I unbuckled my pants and let them fall, followed quickly by my boxers. I then stepped out of both, so I was standing there in my socks. I noticed the curtains were open, but the new me didn't care if someone saw. I saw her eyes light up as she licked her lips, "MMMMMM. Very nice my dear. I like the way that looks. Did a man or woman do that?" "Um, it was a woman, but this old Russian lady with a white coat on. It was like being at the doctor - except she smelled like cigarettes and wax," I lied. "You really like it?" Susan smiled, "I love your cock, you know that. I like it even better now without that forest around it. It's like I'm looking at a stranger's dick." "Really" I said, grabbing it as I started to swell, "Maybe you should see what this stranger tastes like. Come on over and take a lick." Susan knelt in front of me while rubbing her hands over my cock and balls, before sucking my shaft into her mouth. I was surprised she was being so forward, but more than happy to play along. I felt myself getting stiffer in her mouth and reached to the back of her head, pushing her into my crotch, making her swallow my rapidly hardening cock completely. I started thrusting into her, fucking her mouth slowly. I was being more aggressive than normal, but not hearing any complaints (to be fair she did have a gag of sorts in her mouth), I kept going, moving faster. Luckily since I had drained myself earlier today, I wasn't close to coming, and I kept fucking her mouth until I was totally hard. I pushed Susan back, and said, "Stand up," sharply. She got up and stood in front of me licking her lips, until I said, "I shouldn't be the only naked one here, slut." I winced a little when that slipped out, wondering how she would respond. I didn't need to worry, since she dropped her dress without hesitating, and stepped out of her panties quickly. I stepped forward, and ripped open her blouse, sending buttons bouncing to the floor. At this point, she had only her her black bra and heels on. I loved the way she looked - her hair disheveled, lipstick smeared and ready to fuck. Her heels pushed her forward, shaping her legs and keeping her a little off balance. I grabbed her arm hard and pushed her around, making her face the table as I pushed her head down, forcing her ass in the air. I slapped it hard a few times, leaving red marks on her pale skin, and rubbed my stiff cock against her, pushing her further into the table. She knocked over the glass in my place, and her chest and face ended up in a pool of red wine and pasta. I could see it smearing over her torso like blood. In for a penny... I thought, and since I still hadn't heard any complaints about how rough I was being, I grabbed my cock and shoved it into her pussy with no foreplay. My cock was still wet from her spit, and I could feel that she was not completely lubricated. My cock caught on her outer lips, and I had to push hard to get all the way in her pussy. She gasped in pain, but I plunged on, feeling how wet she was when I was inside. Susan started groaning with pleasure, as I plunged my cock in and out of her. I rammed her into the table with my pulsing cock, pushing her harder onto the plates and dinner still on the table-top. I fucked her as hard as I could, holding her bra strap like a horse's reins, forcing her into the dinner mess. I knew she was close to climax, and I could feel the pressure growing in my balls as I slammed into her. I pulled out as I felt myself starting to come. Susan looked back at me in surprise. I grabbed her arm, and flipped her around again, so her back was flat on the table. I looked down at her, and she was covered with pasta, sauce, and wine. Her eyes were wild, and I could tell she wanted me to come in her dripping wet pussy. "You want to see my shaved cock, do you slut? Well do you? Look at it now whore, look at it up close," I said as I started stroking my cock over her. She tried to sit up and take me in her mouth, but I pushed her back down hard. I didn't know who I had become, but somehow living out my fantasy and submitting to Caroline's whims left me free to do whatever I wanted to Susan. Holding her down, I kept stroking my cock, jerking my trembling cock over my lovely wife. I felt as hard as I did at Caroline's, and felt a surge in my balls. "Come for me John, cover me with it. Make me into a slutty mess," Susan said. Hearing this pushed me over the edge. In a flash I came all over her chest, jerking my cock so I covered her tits and face with ropes of semen. I flashed back to the afternoon when I did the same to Caroline, and imagined her under me instead of my wife. My head was swimming, as I remembered when she squeezed my balls and had me submit to her. I was grunting with ecstasy, thinking of a stranger covered in my semen, and was transported to another place while I orgasmed. My cock finally stopped twitching, and I snapped back to reality, looking down at Susan. She was writhing on the table, messy and sweaty. I could smell her excitement from where I stood, and I realized that she had not come yet. Susan looked at me, hoping I would finish her off with my mouth or fingers. Instead I just smiled evilly at her. "Your turn now," I said. " Show off for me slut. You got a close up view of my cock, now I get to see you come." Without hesitating she followed my orders and scooted back on the table, spreading her legs wide, resting them on the dining room chairs. Again I flashed back to this afternoon, and my legs in the stirrups. I saw why Caroline had asked for that view. I could see Susan's wet slit, literally dripping with her own juices and my sperm. She was smeared with pasta sauce, and she ran her hand across the table, collecting more spilled sauce. Her tomato covered fingers plunged into her wet pussy, as she fingered herself while she rubbed her clitoris. Her pussy was immediately covered as she smeared tomato all over her pussy and inner thighs. Susan was moaning, and cursing, "Fuck, it's not deep enough. I need to get fucked hard." Without thinking, I picked up the candle that was still lit on the table. It had a thick base, and I pulled it out of the holder, starting to blow it out. Susan saw me and said, "Stop, leave it like that. Turn off the lights and fuck me with that." I turned off the overhead light, and held the candle, now the only illumination in the room. I reversed it, and stuck the glowing candle deep into her waiting pussy. Susan gasped and the sighed in pleasure. "MMMM," she said, as she grabbed the candle and pushed it in and out of her vagina. This was the lewdest sight I had ever seen. My wife was spread eagle on the dining room table, and all I could see sticking out of her pussy was the flame from the candle. I was a bit worried, hoping she didn't light her pubic hair on fire (unlike me, she was unshaved), but she clearly didn't care. I also realized that the curtains were still open, and anyone walking by the house would have seen me naked, and my wife fucking herself with a lit candle. She kept plunging the candle into her as she rubbed her clit, and she quickly started moaning with pleasure. I could see her body shaking as she came, the candle sliding in and out of her. Susan was yelling, holding her legs up in the air to get the candle deep into her pussy. It was still lit, and I could see her body tense and release in the light emanating from it. She looked beautiful and wild as I saw the orgasm drain from her body. What the fuck was going on? Running down the events of the day in my mind I realized I had a number of firsts: I showed my cock to a stranger and jerked off on her with her permission while she squeezed my balls I fucked my wife on the dining room table, and jerked off in her face I watched my wife fuck herself with a lit candle, covered in tomato sauce and wine. Had I known that deciding to shave my body would lead to this kind of fun, I would have done it years before. I snapped out of it as I saw Susan laying on the table, covered in pasta and come, still trembling. I reached down to take the candle out of her pussy, but she reached out pushing away my hand. She drew the candle out of her vagina, and brought it to her mouth, licking her own juices off of it as she sucked it in, as she had just done to my cock. Putting it down, she picked up a piece of bread and rubbed it across her pussy, sopping up her own come and the pasta sauce. Lifting it to her mouth she took a bite, "Delicious," she said, with a look on her face just like Caroline had at the end of our session. I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach, as I flashed back to the afternoon, and once again imagined Caroline in place of my wife. "Should I clean off, or would you prefer to finish dinner first?" said Susan with a smile. To Be Continued. The Waxing Ch. 03 Saturday Morning I woke up the next morning from a vivid dream. Caroline was on top of me, fucking my brains out while we were on a stage. The only person in the audience was Susan, and she was sitting, with her legs up, masturbating as she watched us fuck. As I jerked awake I groaned that I had woken too soon. The next groan came when I realized my head was throbbing from too much wine, and my cock was throbbing from too much fucking. I rolled over and saw a note from my wife: John—I'm out for the day, thanks for the good time. XOXO Susan. I took the opportunity of Susan's absence to spend the morning naked in the house, just padding around and doing some small chores. Even though my dick was too raw to get hard, the freedom felt nice. I spent the time thinking about what I should do next to indulge my exhibitionist fantasies. I realized that there was a not-so-fine line between sexy displays and sex offender status. Flashing in the park: out unless I wanted to get busted. Jerking off at a movie: out unless I wanted to end up like Pee Wee Herman. In fact, showing my cock to strangers was probably out unless I wanted to go to jail. I kept thinking about it until I saw my dry cleaning. I had three pairs of pants that needed to be shortened and taken in, and they might give me a good opportunity to show off again. To accomplish my goal, I decided to buy some underwear that showed off my cock. On the internet there is lots of erotic underwear to choose from, and I quickly found a pair that fit the bill, spending 2x the price of the underwear to get it delivered fast. Monday I could hardly wait until Monday for the package to arrive. I left work a few minutes early to get home before Susan, and sure enough, the package for my package was there. They were exactly what I wanted- a pair of tight and sheer black bikini briefs. They were so low cut that the only way my cock fit by pushing it to the side, so it sat pointed at my hip. The briefs were also completely see-through, leaving nothing to the imagination. The back cupped my ass, and the silky fabric felt great against my penis. Trying them on, I quickly got a raging hard-on. Looking at myself in the mirror I could see my cock literally fighting against the fabric and pushing itself out over the waistband. I got harder and harder until it popped out completely, red and stiff. It took all of my willpower not to masturbate, but I wanted to be ready for my next adventure. I've been going to the same dry cleaner for years, and have always been served by Maria. We chat the one or two times a week I go in, and she is always friendly. She is Hispanic, in her late 20s or early 30s. She is attractive, but didn't seem to wear makeup often, and usually dressed plainly. It was clear that she had a very curvy body, and the one bit of dressing up she did do was to wear low cut shirts that showed off the top of her bra. She must have had D cups, and had an ass to match (I took advantage of her bending over to get my clothes to look). We always flirted a little, and she had a quick smile for me, but I had never made any advances. I wondered if she had an interest in me, but I knew that she was going to enjoy my plan, or the police were going to be escorting me away. Thursday I didn't have time to get to the dry cleaner until Thursday, and had planned carefully. I had three pairs of pants with me, and before I left work, I put the sheer briefs on under my suit. They felt amazing cradling my cock, and got me semi hard immediately. I waited until it was close to closing time, so we wouldn't be interrupted, and went in with the pants. "Hi Maria, I have some pants that need to be taken in—can you help?" "Hi Johnny. For you, anything. Just go put them on over there." The changing room was tiny—smaller than a closet, with a short curtain, and I hardly had room to take off my clothes without falling out. The first pants I put on needed to be hemmed, so I put them on, and zipped up fully. I did take off my shirt, so I just had on a t-shirt and pants, along with my socks. Maria knelt down in front of me, adjusting the hem and marking them with chalk. I had a beautiful view down her shirt. I felt my cock getting stiffer, and it took all my will power to calm down. When she was done, I went back in the tiny room. This time I took off my pants and got a little off balance on purpose, falling into the curtain, and pushing it open. There was now enough of a gap that if Maria wanted to see in, she could. I kept my back to the curtain as I put on the other pants. These were also a simple fix—shorter and taken in a bit at the back. I went back out and Maria adjusted the waistband of the pants. I felt her cool fingers inside the pants, brushing my skin. My cock gave a little throb and I hoped it would stay in the underwear—I wasn't quite ready to flash her. She knelt again in front of me, adjusting the hem of the legs, and stood up and started adjusting my waistband again. "Do you mind if I lift your shirt a little so I can get this right?" "No problem. Here let me just take it off." With that I pulled it over my head. I was now shirtless, and my pants were drooping slightly, since they were a size too big. Normally my boxers would be showing, but these briefs were cut so low that they didn't show at all above the waistband. If Maria noticed, she didn't say anything, and just kept working. "Do you mind unbuttoning them quickly? I just want to be sure to get this right." "Sure," I said and undid the button. The pants sagged a bit more, and you could finally see the tops of the underwear. With my cock bent to the side, I knew that if my pants went down any more, you would see the length of my rapidly stiffening cock. Maria continued, and I know that she must have realized my briefs were see-through at this point. However, she still said nothing She pinned the pants, "All set! Next pair." I went back into the dressing room, this time barely pulling the curtain closed. I turned my back, dropping the pants, and bent over to pick up the last pair. As I put them on, I stuffed my hardening cock down in the briefs, trying to keep it from popping above the waistband. These pants were way too big; they need to be not only taken in at the waist, but also needed the seat adjusted as well. I went out, holding them up with one hand, and said "Last pair!" Maria looked, "Are you sure? With the alterations that need to be done, they won't look right." "Let's give it a try, they were on sale so even if we spend a lot, it's still a deal." "Ok, you're the boss, Johnny." I loosened my grip and the pants slid down my stomach to the top of the low-rise underwear, clearly showing them, my shaved pubic hair and the shaft of my penis. I could feel my cock growing harder and harder, and was ready for it to pop out. I wanted Maria to see me hard—the very thought of it was giving me butterflies and making me ache with excitement. "What do you think? Will they work?" Maria took the waistband in her fingers, "Where do you want them to sit? This low or up higher?" "Right about here is good, maybe a bit higher. "Ok," she grabbed the back of the waistband to measure it, sliding her hand inside, against my ass. I didn't think it was possible, but I was still getting harder, my cock pushing against the tight briefs, inching to stand up straight. She pinned it in the back, "I have to check the front too, I may need to take it in two places." Coming around my front and she grasped the pants, "I may have to move the button. Let me see." She put her hand in the front of my pants, and her fingers pressed up against my stiff cock. I felt my dick pulsing against her hand, and I saw her lick her lips as she felt me. As soon as I felt her hand, I relaxed—she wanted to play the game, and I didn't have to worry about the police coming. My dick continued to get harder and harder against her cool touch. She kept pinning the pants, "Ok... lets see how that is." She let go of the pants and stepped back, and as she did, they slid down my waist. She had not pinned them tightly enough on purpose, and I was standing there, pants at my hips, with my cock pulsing inside the tight see through briefs. Maria smiled and looked right in my eyes, licking her lips again. I couldn't help it. My dick got fully hard and pushed its way out of the briefs, the head and top of my shaft sticking far out of the waistband, pulsing and twitching with excitement. Maria said, "Oops" and pulled the pants back up. "Must need to be a bit tighter." She pinned them again, correctly this time, and went to my back. "I need to take in the seat as well." I felt her hand running down my ass, all the way to my scrotum as she smoothed the cloth. I was getting even more excited and I could feel my cock starting to leak. She continued caressing my ass as she pinned the pants, and I let out a low moan. Suddenly she straightened up. "All done!" and went out to the front of the shop. There I was, fully hard, my penis sticking out of the briefs, leaking pre-come, and hoping for a repeat of my last adventure. Figuring I shouldn't push my luck, and start jerking off, I just left the curtain open, and unbuttoned the pants. I let them drop, and was standing there in the sheer briefs, my cock upright and throbbing. Looking at Maria, I reached down and grabbed my cock, trying to push it back in the briefs. I literally couldn't get it to go back in, so not breaking eye contact took them off. I was standing there naked but for my socks—anyone walking in or even walking by could have seen me. I reached over, picked up my suit pants and slid them on, easing the zipper over my erection. I put on my dress shirt, and stepped into my shoes. I walked out to the front like nothing had happened, "When will these be ready? "Saturday," Maria said grinning. "Thanks, see you then." I took the ticket and walked out, making it to my car before I realized I forgot to drop off my shirts. I turned around and went back in, and all of a sudden Maria straightened up from behind the counter, and I saw her hand jerk up. I could smell a familiar odor in the air and looked down at her hand. It was glistening in the light. Maria was fingering herself! Two can play this game...I pretended not to notice, and dropped the shirts on the counter. "These too please." Saturday Once again it had taken all my willpower not to masturbate or have sex with Susan when I got home. I had no idea what would happen on Saturday, but I wanted to be ready. I had gone on the Internet right after dinner on Thursday to find new briefs to wear to pick up the pants. After a bit of searching, I found the perfect thing—a pair of bikini briefs that had an "enhancer" to push your cock through. This meant that there was a hole where my cock was, and nothing to cover it, just a little bag to tuck your balls in. It would leave your penis hanging out and push it forward at the same time (the enhancement part). I also found a pair of "shorts" that were much shorter than normal running shorts and were split almost all the way up the sides. Between the shorts and the briefs, I was certain you would be able to see all of my cock. Once again, I paid an astronomical amount for shipping to ensure I would have them for Saturday. The package arrived on Saturday morning, and I put on the briefs, looking in the mirror. I got an electric charge that made my cock swell. Between the shaving and the underwear pushing my dick out, I looked huge. It was clear that you would see the outline of my cock clearly, and once my clothes came off, there would be no mistaking my intentions. I slipped on the shorts and as I hoped, my cock was hanging free and showing its size. I threw on a shirt and sneakers and headed out the door, going to the dry cleaners. Taking a deep breath, I walked into the store, and stopped short. Behind the counter was a woman who looked a lot like Maria, but wasn't Maria. I felt my dick shrink, and a knot grow in my stomach. She was a bit taller and slimmer, with long dark hair, and a less curvaceous body. She was dressed in a plain black T-shirt and black jeans, with lace up boots. There was something about her that was different than Maria—she seemed less friendly and more serious. Clearing my throat, I said, "Where's Maria? I have to pick up some pants from her." From the back I heard, "Hello Johnny! Meet my cousin Rose Marie. I'll be right out, but she can help you." Rose Marie smiled, and pulled my pants off the rack, motioning to the changing room, "Try them on, and Maria will be right out to take a look." It might have been my imagination, but I thought she put an emphasis on the word "Look." I went back to the little changing room, and pulled the curtain closed fully behind me. Taking off the shorts, I pulled on the first pair of pants, and I heard Maria say, "Johnny, take off your shirt so I can see exactly how the pants fit. Also your shoes, since you had dress shoes on the other day." I relaxed, still not knowing what Rose Marie was doing in the shop, but realized that Maria was continuing our game from Thursday. I heeded her wishes, and stepped out of the room with only the pants on. Maria was standing there in a more revealing outfit than I had ever seen her wear. She had on a tube top, bursting at the seams, and I could clearly see her erect nipples. In addition she had on a skin-tight micro mini, and heels that laced up her ankles. I felt my cock getting harder. The problem with that was that the enhancer in the underwear was holding my cock forward, so it started to stick out straight in front of me. Maria came over, "These look good, how do they feel? Not too tight are they?" She reached out and put her hand right on my rapidly hardening cock, looking at me and smiling. "Turn around and let me see the back...they look good, why don't you try the next pair?" she said as she dismissed me with a slap on the ass. "Oh and Johnny?" "Yes?" "My cousin can't believe that you showed me your cock. Can you do it again? I have a bet with her." At this point, there was no way I could get more excited (or so I thought), so I decided to push my luck. "Sure Maria, but I get something in return. You need to take off one item of clothing too." Maria shrugged, and walked towards the door. I could only wonder what I just did—had I ruined the game? Was she going to get help? Instead, she just flipped the sign to "Closed," and pulled the shade on the door. "Fuck it, she is going to pay me $100 if I win the bet." With that Maria lifted her arms over her head and pulled off her tube top. She had no bra on, and her beautiful breasts sprang free. They were amazing—D cups with large nipples and areola, smooth brown like the rest of her skin. Staring at her, I unbuttoned my pants and stepped out of them in the middle of the room, my hard cock standing out of my briefs, balls tight inside the little sack. This was literally a dream come true. I was standing nearly naked in front of two cute women, with my hard cock bobbing as I got more excited. "Pay up Rose!" Maria squealed, "I told you he looked good!" Rose Marie was staring at my cock, and started laughing. She pulled a $100 bill out of her pocket. "Fuck you Maria—I'll pay you but you didn't tell me that he obviously loves to show off his cock. Look at how excited he is—I bet he would do anything I told him to do. I can't believe he is wearing that ridiculous underwear—who besides an exhibitionist would spend money on something like that when they could just skip briefs all together." I continued to stand there in my briefs, not knowing what to do as I felt my cock get harder and stick out even further. "Oh Rose Marie, stop it. I told you he had those silly panties on the other day, but Johnny is a nice guy, not some sleaze. What's the matter with having a little fun?" "Oh, Maria, I love fun. Let's see what kind of fun Johnny likes. Take off those briefs and turn around for me. I want to see more of you." I admit, at this point I was totally weirded out by Rose, but figuring I had nothing to lose, I took off the briefs and slowly turned, flexing my ass. I felt Rose Marie's eyes boring into me. "Looks like you just got shaved, huh Johnny? Seems like you have been planning on this little display for a long time. Let's see how far you will go...Kneel Johnny!" Just like with Christina, I was so turned on, I didn't hesitate to submit to her. I knelt on the floor, looking up at the two women. "Put your hands behind your back!" I felt Rose behind me, grasping my hands, and tying them together with what felt like a plastic dry cleaning bag. What the fuck was going on? I had come her wanting to show Maria my cock, and now her crazy cousin was tying me up? I was hoping that things were going to get better, but a boot on my back made me realize that they were not. Rose Marie pushed me to the ground, and I was left hunched on my knees, with my face in the carpet. I felt her face next to mine, as she whispered in my ear, "Maria has been talking about you for years. I'm going to make sure you make her happy, even if she wins the bet." With my face in the carpet, I heard Rose's voice again, "Maria, take off that slutty skirt. If you want to play with Johnny, then lets play. Johnny, look up at Maria and tell me what you see." I struggled to look up, and saw Maria standing in front of the counter naked, wearing only heels. Her body looked even better than when she was dressed. Her smooth skin was gleaming under the florescent lights, and it was clear that she was aroused. There was a slight blush to her entire body, and she was shifting uncomfortably as she stood there. Maria had also taken grooming one step further than I had, as I could clearly see that she had waxed her privates bald, and very recently, from the lack of any stubble. I spoke up, "You look beautiful Maria. I love your body, and your legs look incredible in those heels. I never thought you would do something like this, or I would have showed off to you years ago. "Come on Johnny, you can do better," said Rose, "Tell Maria what you want to do, or you can put your clothes back on and go home. Tell her what you would do to feel that sexy body. Tell her what kind of pervert shows their cock in a dry cleaner with those silly panties." Gulping, I responded, "Maria, I'd love to taste that sexy body... I want to feel those curves and put my mouth on you. Please, showing my cock to you turned me on so much... I feel like I could come right now. Let me get up and show you how hard and stiff I am." "Try again Johnny... Tell Maria what you will do to please her. Tell her why you are naked on the floor and not complaining." My mind was racing. How did I end up in another situation where a woman was ordering me around? Why was I accepting this, and why was it turning me on? If anything, I was the one who made the commands at home with Susan. Why would I let yet another stranger order me around, and why was I so excited lying naked on the floor of a dry cleaners? I decided that I didn't give a fuck at this point. If I followed Rose's rules, maybe I could touch Maria, or at the least come with the two of them watching. Just thinking about that made me shiver in anticipation. I gulped, "Yes, Rose Marie I can do better." I looked up again at Maria, and the words tumbled out quickly, not making much sense. "Maria I got so turned on thinking about you looking at my hard cock. I've been waiting to come back and see you again so I could come for you while you watched, I get so turned on by that. I never thought that I would get to see your amazing body, let alone get to touch it. I'll do anything you ask if I can just come somehow. You look amazing standing there. I love how you look in those heels and would love to taste your shaved pussy and lick those nipples." The Waxing Ch. 04 This story is part of the series "The Waxing." It actually picks up after part two, from the point of view of John's wife Jane. You won't miss anything by skipping the other parts of the story, except for some more hot sex, but the twists of the story will make more sense with the background provided by the other parts. ***** Saturday Morning I woke up earlier than I had planned, and stretched lazily in bed. The events of the night before came back to me in a rush, as I remembered John's display of his shaved body, and our long night of unbridled fucking. Luckily I had taken a quick shower halfway through our session, so was no longer covered by our dinner, but the subsequent bedroom activities left me sore and sticky with his semen and my come. Thanks to more wine, the end of the night was something of a blur, but I could feel the traces of our lovemaking all over my thighs, in my pubic hair, and on my stomach. I ran a hand lightly over my torso, smiling as I thought about John's newly shaved cock, and how excited it had made me. A simple cosmetic change had awoken something deeply buried in both of us, and lead to an evening of all-out passion. Realizing it was Saturday, I thought about staying in bed for a few more hours, but the gym was calling, and I decided to head out while John was still asleep. Looking at the clock, I realized that if I hurried I could make it to the early spin class, and maybe do another workout before relaxing in the sauna and hot tub. I had a lunch appointment, and so wrote a quick note to John before sliding out of bed. Throwing some clothes in my bag for the afternoon, I put on my trusty sports bra, tank top, jogging panties and a pair of stretch yoga pants. Thinking about jumping in the shower to wash off the rest of last night, I realized that I would be late if I lingered. Ah, well, I'll be sweaty and just take a shower at the gym, no biggie. Running out the door, I hopped into my car and zoomed off to the gym, barely making it in time to slip into the back of the room for class. Looking around the room, I didn't see anyone I knew well, but a few "gym acquaintances." The woman to my right (who also looked like she had just gotten to class) was someone I had seen around the gym, but I couldn't remember her name. I nodded to her and mouthed "Hello!" as I settled onto the bike. She smiled, and whispered "Hello Jane!" back. The next 55 minutes were torture. My head still hurt from all of the wine last night, my pelvis hurt from the fucking, and my legs hurt from not hitting the gym since the week before. The entire time, I was racking my brain as to the name of the woman next to me... Stacy? Cathy? Jill? I couldn't remember, and there was no one in the class I could ask discretely, so I decided to fake it as best I could. I kept sneaking glances at her during the class—she seemed to be about my age, and size, with brown hair. The good thing about trying to figure out her name was that it kept my mind off of the pain in my legs, and also off the slight odor of semen and come that was wafting off of my pelvis. I certainly hoped I was the only one that could smell that. When we finally finished, I was wiped, my thoughts of taking another class taking a back seat to sitting in the sauna and hot tub. I couldn't help it, and groaned as I slumped on the bike, sucking down some water. My neighbor (for the sake of the story, lets call her "Beth" for now) grinned, saying, "Too much for you? I see you here all the time, what made this class so hard?" "A late night, and far too much wine!" She climbed off the bike. "Come on, don't be a sissy. I know you take more than one class here... let's do another so you can sweat it all out" "I really don't think I could do another spin class. I'm bushed. I think I may just hit the sauna and call it a morning." She smiled. "Did you hear about the new class that just started here? It's a dance class like you have never experienced. It's a great workout, and the teacher makes it so fun that it doesn't even seem like work. I've been going a few weeks and am totally addicted to it—it's the highlight of my week. One word of advice, just go with the flow—Susannah has some different ideas about how to work out." "Well if it is really that great maybe we should both go." "Great, let's do it—have you ever been to the workout rooms in the basement?" "What basement? I've been coming here for years and never went down there." "I'll lead the way and introduce you to Susannah—you will love her." We went down the stairs to the basement, and sure enough, there was a workout room, with floor to ceiling mirrors and a large picture window in the front, covered by a curtain. I never took any dance classes, so figured that they must be held down here. I also noticed that the room had three rows of vertical floor to ceiling bars, like the world's most crowded strip club. I looked at "Beth" (once again wishing I could remember her name), and said, "What did you drag me here for?" "Surprise! It's a pole dancing class—you will love it, and work muscles you never knew existed. Plus maybe you can delight your husband. Come on in, I'll introduce you." We entered, and I noticed that the room was warmer than usual—in fact it was sweltering hot—had to be at least 80 degrees. I shook Susannah's hand, and she welcomed me to the class. She was in her late 20s, and if I had to guess, she had been stripper at some point. She was beautiful, but there was a hint of hardness to her face, her hair was a bit too teased, and she had a couple more tattoos than I would expect in the suburbs. Her body was amazing—her stomach was not only flat, but also she had fully defined abs, and her legs were thick and muscled. She wasn't wearing shoes, and had on only a crop top and boy shorts. I noticed a few other women in the class were also scantily clad and barefoot, and assumed it was because of the heat. "Nice to meet you, Jane! I have a few rules for my class—we work out hard, but have a lot of fun. You will notice that I keep it hot in the room—that's to get your metabolism going, and make sure you optimize your workout time. Also, what I say goes—I don't like women who give up in class and stop trying—just follow the instructions, and you'll get the best workout of your life. You will see the difference in your body and energy levels in a few weeks. Finally, you are wearing too many clothes." Seeing the somewhat shocked look in my face, she said, "Didn't I say that what I say goes?" But she was smiling while she continued, "If you have yoga pants on like you do, you won't be able to do the moves on the bar, and those shoes just slow you down and are awkward. Do you have a top and jogging underwear on? Don't worry about it, it's only us girls in the class, and we keep the curtains closed. Just strip down and join the fun, unless you feel too shy to join in." I noticed a hint of challenge in her voice, and looking around, and seeing how everyone was dressed, I shrugged, and said, "Well when in Rome I guess..." I went to the back of the room where "Beth" was undressing. "I guess I should plan for this next week huh?" "It was my little surprise-I hope you're not uncomfortable with a little skin. I wanted you to meet Susannah and hear it from her first." "Nah, it's just us girls, right?" I said, and I pulled off my top to expose my sports bra, and took off my socks and shoes before taking down my pants. I was left standing there in my bra and jogging briefs. I did wish I had worn something a little less skimpy, since I had picked out a pair of modified thong briefs. "Honestly I'm more embarrassed by my cellulite than showing skin." I left my clothes on my bag, and looked around the room. It was an odd sensation, walking through the boiling hot room dressed in just my underwear. I don't think I have ever been around that many women with so few clothes on. There were about 10-12 women in the class, and it looked like they knew each other. It certainly seemed like I was the only new student. Everyone appeared to be nice, and I began to relax, enjoying the sweat that was beading up on my body, and feeling the short carpet under my feet. I looked around for someplace to stand, and I noticed "Beth" waving me over. Like the rest of the women, she had shed her clothes, and was wearing a cropped top tied under her ample breasts, and a bottom that was one step above a g-string. It was very clear that she was fully shaved, and she had loosened her hair—what had been back in a loose braid was now swinging free on her shoulders. I immediately felt better about what I was wearing—I was practically in a nun's habit compared to her. I smiled when I got close. "Thanks!" I tried again to remember her name... Allison? Nicole? Kathy? She leaned in close "Just do your best. Susannah doesn't like slackers, so make sure you try hard, her punishment workout is legendary." Before I could respond, Susannah was at the front of the class, yelling, "Ladies, time to stretch! For the next hour and 15 minutes you are mine! Leave now if you don't want to work out, and leave now if you are not going to give me 110%. We have a new student, so let's hope that no one has to demonstrate what happens to students who give up!" She turned on the radio in the room, and Motley Crue came blasting out... you can take the stripper out of the club, but you can't take the club out of the stripper, I guess. "On all fours ladies, let's start stretching!" And with that the hardest workout I have ever endured began. We ran through stretches for 15 minutes, and when I tell you I was exhausted before the class really began, I am not exaggerating. I've done yoga, pilates, cross fit and every other exercise under the sun, and I have never been pushed like this before. Susannah was a taskmaster, demonstrating the stretches, and yelling at the women who deviated from her precise instructions. I could see everyone trying hard to keep up, and we all started to sweat hard. Finally, with 15 minutes done, she announced, "Water break!" and we all sat down gasping for air, and drinking from our bottles. I was already drenched in sweat, as if I had dumped a bucket of water over my head. "Now ladies, time for some work on the pole. Let me demonstrate what we are working on." And with that, Susannah put on some slower music I didn't recognize, and started an amazingly sensual and athletic display on the poll. If this had been in a club the men would have been throwing money at her. Since we were in a gym I just stared open mouthed at the display, feeling a pit grow in my stomach—did she really expect us to be able to match her? She was spinning, turning upside down, sliding down the bar, and twisting sensually. Rubbing her hands over her body, and spreading her legs, she was displaying her sex appeal as well as her fitness. The muscle control needed to do the routine was amazing, and the sensuality on display was exciting. Despite the fact that I was already exhausted, and still a little hung over, I felt myself getting turned on by the display. I had gone to a strip club only once in my life, but had never seen anything like this before. In fact a woman had never affected me like this before in my life. Then the song ended, and I snapped out of my daze. Susannah began breaking down the whole routine for us slowly, encouraging us to follow along. I started to get the hang of the work needed, and found myself doing better than I though. I was not up to her standards, but managed to spin around the bar, slide down it a bit, and hooked my leg around it as well. The one part of the routine I was too chicken to try was hooking my leg and hanging upside down—I was afraid that I was going to fall on my head or neck. I kept going, hoping that Susannah would not notice. "Beth's" words about following the instructions kept ringing in my head, and sure enough, I heard a voice in my ear, "Looking good, but you haven't tried the downward slide. Do it for me now." I climbed back up the bar, trying to hold my grip despite all of the sweat. I flopped upside down, my muscles screaming, but couldn't make myself slide upside down. I climbed off and shook my head sheepishly, "I can't do it—I'm too nervous." "Too nervous? Really? I'm sure you can do it, and even if you fall, you won't get hurt. Go ahead, try it." I shook my head "I...I... just don't feel comfortable doing it. Can we move to something else?" I instantly knew I had made a mistake, as I saw a hard look steal over Susannah's face, and she flashed a cruel smile. She went to the front of the room, turning off the radio. "Ladies, what's the first rule of my class?" "What you say goes!" "Again?" "WHAT YOU SAY GOES!" "So what happens to students who don't pay attention to what I say?" "They pay the price" "What?" "THEY PAY THE PRICE" "And what's the price?" "Whatever you say!" "Again?" "WHATEVER YOU SAY!" I looked around the room—what the crap was going on? Susannah had a bunch of suburban women yelling like Marine recruits, or rather, brainwashed Marine recruits. Didn't we pay her for this class? Who was she to order us around like this? Before I could complete the thought, I heard her calling my name. "Jane! Come up to the front!" I glanced around the class, and despite the yelling, the women were looking at me nicely, with anticipation. I could feel them urging me on, and figured I might as well just take the punishment and get class going again—what could it be? Pushups? Crunches? I could take whatever some former stripper dished out. I walked up the front, and stood there, waiting for the exercise order. Instead, I felt Susannah standing behind me. "Tell me what you just said" "I don't feel comfortable doing the downward slide." "That's not what you said." "Oh I guess I feel nervous doing the slide—I might get hurt." "Aren't you really afraid that you might fall and look silly?" "No!" "Are you sure?" "No." "Now we are getting somewhere. So are you afraid of people watching you when you are learning?" "Maybe" "Yes or no?" "Yes." "Class, what is the rule in here?" "WHAT YOU SAY GOES!" I found myself yelling along with the class, getting ready for the punishment workout I was about to get. Susannah heard me and smiled, "Good to know that you are ready. Class, what do all newcomers have to do eventually?" "LIVE SHOW" My mind was racing, I could not figure what that meant, but I was about to find out. "You heard them, you need to do the routine in front of the entire class." What? That was it? That's not so bad. Taking a deep breath, I got ready to begin. "Oh one other thing... you need to perform like a stripper in a club. And by that I mean you need to be fully nude. I'll tell you what, since taking off your clothes and doing the routine might be a bit much for you, you have a choice: take them all off now, and get on the bar, or you can strip to the music and then get on the bar once you are naked." I felt conflicting emotions-first my stomach plunged, and my mouth went dry with nervousness, however at the same time, I felt blood rush to my pelvis, as the heat, the scantily dressed women, and the prospect of getting naked instantly turned me on. I could feel my nipples start to harden, and I looked over at "Beth". She was smiling at me, looking me up and down. She winked and slowly licked her lips. I looked around the room, and could see the same lustful looks on the faces of all of the women. Looking at Susannah, I could tell that she was getting off on my discomfort, and the only way I could win would be to follow her rules, at least for now. I smiled, knowing what I was going to do, and felt myself get more excited. "Don't worry; I'll close the leave the curtain closed for for you... this time." "Well then cue at least two songs...I'm coordinated enough that I can take off my clothes while dancing," I said. I saw Susannah grinning as she walked over to the radio. While she was doing that, I loosened the cap on the water bottle next to me. "Pour Some Sugar On Me" suddenly came blaring out of the sound system. Without another thought, I started dancing. Luckily since my shoes we off I didn't have to worry about them, so I concentrated on my moves. I decided to go quickly and shed my top, before I lost my nerve, so I pulled it off over my head, while swaying to the music. Having done so, I quickly crossed my arms across my chest. I was mentally trying to figure out how long I had to keep dancing, and how I could finish in time with the music. I was covering my nipples, which by this time were rock hard and puffy. I dropped my arms and turned, arching my back and thrusting out my ass. Peaking over my shoulder, I could see the women's eyes locked on my body, and a thrill ran though me. I could feel the adrenaline surging through me—my stomach felt empty, and my cheeks were flushed. I didn't look at Susannah, but I could feel her eyes sizing me up, and I refused to let her win. Realizing the song was halfway through and I needed to hurry up, I took a deep breath, reached back and pulled my underwear straight down...no teasing here. Stumbling slightly, I stepped out of them, with my back still to the class. I kept undulating, amazed that I was showing off my ass to all these women, and was about to show more. I felt free, and keep shaking my ass, doing my best effort to twerk like Miley. The song was already reaching its climax, so keeping my back to the audience, I danced over to where I had put the water bottle, and then turned towards the class. I had one arm in front of my breasts, and one in front of my vagina. By now, I was not only dripping with sweat, but I could feel my pussy moistening, and a wave of odor rose from me—a mix of excitement and cum from the night before. I decided "Fuck it" and dropped the little privacy my hands provided me. I rolled my body, smoothing my hands over my skin, while I stared directly at the class. I reached down and picked up the water bottle, and as Def Lepard finished up the song, I poured the water all over my hair and my front, drenching myself. I ran my fingers through my now wet hair, and slowly down my body, tweaking my now hard nipples, and pausing between my legs, brushing over my pubic hair and gently across my pussy. Amazingly, even though I was standing there naked, touching my body, I felt more worried about the next step—having to perform the entire routine on the pole. I heard Marilyn Manson's cover of "Personal Jesus" start, and figuring I should get it over with, jumped up on the bar and began. I don't know if it was the heat, the semi-humiliation of being naked, or the desire to prove Susannah wrong, but I felt transported outside my body. I hadn't done the entire routine yet, but it still seemed like muscle memory while I was going through it. I found myself performing every move, without any problems or fear. I didn't care that the twists and turns involved spreading my legs, showing my wet pussy to the entire class. There was nothing left to the imagination, and I was certain that all the women could see how excited I was getting. I felt alive and excited, and began to understand why the women loved the class so much. After what felt like just seconds, the song was over, and so was my routine. I slowly slid down the pole, lowering myself to the floor, and doing my best approximation at a split. Like I had woken from a dream, my vision cleared, and I heard clapping. I was confused, and looked around, before I realized that the class was applauding me. I saw Susannah come over, and felt her arm slip around my naked shoulder. "Ladies, what's the second rule in this class?" "WE CAN ACHIEVE ANYTHING WE WANT TO"