9 comments/ 54502 views/ 13 favorites Beverly Hills 90213 By: Couture Most girls would have cried at the thought of leaving town and starting fresh for their senior year, but Sharon wasn't most girls. She had always felt she was destined for better things, and yet she was always one step behind. She blamed her parent's salaries. Blamed the out of style clothes that were all they could afford. Blamed the hand me down car. Blamed the neighborhood. Well, all that was going to change. Her dad had a new job for lots more money. And the job required that they transfer. Of all places to Beverly Hills - 90210. Well, her zip code wasn't that - it was technically 90213, but it was close enough. And the school was the same one from the TV mini-series. She was ready for her new life. One that was made for TV. Now, Sharon had a new wardrobe - stylish - pretty. Her dark brown hair now had highlights and was styled in an Jennifer Anistan. Her glasses were replaced with colored contacts to bring out the blue in her eyes. She had the same car - an older Honda, but she hoped no one would notice. Just to be sure, she parked in the back of the parking lot. It was a new start...or at least as close as she was ever going to get for a long time. However Beverly Hills High wasn't like the high school she attended in Kansas. Everything was shiny. Expensive. Her idea of hanging out with the pretty people was going to be harder than she imagined. They were all pretty people. All tan with gleaming white teeth. She felt even more out of place than she did at her last school. The social stratus here was even harder to crack. At her old school there was a similar social stratus, but it wasn't obvious. You had to grow up there to know who was in and who was out. At Beverly Hills, it was obvious who was in and who was out. She knew it when she first walked into school. The popular kids hung out at the top of the stairs. The less popular hung out on the stairs themselves. The nobodies hung out at the bottom. The bottom feeders. Sharon was sure she wasn't going to be a bottom feeder. She started off at the top of the stairs. But no one even looked at her, much less talked to her. It was as if she didn't exist. Not even a bottom feeder - but a ghost - a nobody. She began to work her way down. She tried different things to fit in. She tried another hair style. She sprayed on the fake tan. She started using Crest Whitestrips. After a week, and now down to the bottom quarter of the stairs, she was almost ready to give up. "Hi, I'm Nikki," the petite blonde with the cute upturned nose said. "I'm Sharon, it's nice to meet you." Finally. Maybe this could be her chance. She had hoped to find someone a little more in - but by now she was happy for anything. As a matter of fact, she had butterflies in her stomach. "Well Sharon," Nikki said. "We were just wondering-" Glancing behind, Sharon saw a group of girls wave and then start laughing. "If you were from Florida." "No, actually I'm from Kansas." "We figured you must be from Florida - " Nikki laughed as she filled in the punch-line. "Because your skin is so orange." Blushing and blinking back tears, Sharon regretted spraying on so much fake tan. But, she had been following directions, and she was no where near as tan as these other girls. She thought a little more wouldn't hurt, but it had, and had been noticed. Now she was history. She would never fit in here. She might not even be able to fit in with the bottom feeders. The girls laughed and pointed then went back to their clique. But then Sharon felt a comforting arm around her shoulder. "Don't mind her. She's a bitch." "Thanks." Could this be it? Maybe this was her chance. The girl wasn't from one of the groups on the second floor. But she was above the halfway point. Sharon had given up on half-way three days ago. "I'm Paige." "Sharon." They shook hands and Sharon sized this girl up. Stylish and pretty. Polished teeth and blue eyes. If this girl couldn't make it to the top of the stairs, Sharon never could. The girl's only fault was probably her nose - her nose was normal, not the narrow pixie nose of the girl's on the top stairs. "You're the new girl right?" Sharon nodded. "Trying to fit in?" "Yes." God yes. "I could help, you know." "Would you?" Sharon's heart soared with joy. "That's what friends are for," Paige said. They shook on it and Sharon had her first friend in Beverly Hills. That very night Paige stopped by Sharon's house and picked her up. Even Sharon's parents were excited. Sharon was thrilled about the move to Beverly Hills, but now that she was here, she seemed to be getting more and more depressed. And nothing her parents did seemed to help the poor girl. And for Sharon, it was almost heaven. Paige had a shiny new car. A German car. She was on her way to the top of the stairs or at least the middle level. Nothing could stop her. "The first thing we gotta do is get you a makeover," Paige said. "At this point that is the only thing we can do about that weird tan thing you got going on." Sharon blushed at the comments. What had possessed her to try the instant tan stuff? It was all those tan girls at school, and there was no way she could get a real tan fast enough. So they headed to the mall. Paige was in charge. The headed to the makeup counter and Paige directed while the makeup girl followed orders. $150 later and the end result wasn't what Sharon would have picked out. She felt it was a little too much. But she looked more brown than orange, and both girls said it was "Hot". The situation made Sharon think about the movie she had watched with Freddie Prinze, and how the geeky girl had been made over and lived happily ever after. And this was her happily ever after, and she was going to do anything to make it happen, even if that meant wearing makeup that looked a little - slutty. Besides, it was Beverly Hills, most all the girls around here looked a little on the slutty side. "Now on to the Salon!" Paige said. "Ah Paige," Sharon said. She hated saying it, but there was no help for it. "How much do you think the salon is going to cost? I'm running a little low." "Small change. Five - six hundred tops." "But I only have ninety dollars left." Five or six hundred was chump change? The comment made Sharon feel even more out of place. She felt depressed again. She had no fairy god mother to wave her magic wand...only cash which was in short supply. Paige thought for a minute. "I have an idea. It may not be perfect, but it'll have to do." They got in the car and went to a different part of town. It was still the Hills, but it was working folk's Hills. They pulled into a strip mall. An Asian place. Lee's Salon. "Why are we here?" Sharon asked. She could polish her own nails. "You know," Paige said. "Now that we've done what we can for your tan, we gotta do something about your bikini to stop people from laughing at you." "My what?" Sharon cringed. She hated the thought of being laughed at, even though she had no idea what they were laughing at. "You know, your bikini," Paige said. "A wax. Don't they do that where you used to live in Hicksville?" Sharon didn't live in Hicksville. It was a respectable sized city for Kansas, even if it wasn't Beverly Hills. "But I just shaved my legs this morning." "Not your legs silly. Your bush. You know. Trim up the hedges...a well-kept lawn means a well-kept house. " Paige giggled. "Oh no." Sharon said. The very though of it terrified her. "I couldn't." "Suit yourself," Paige said shrugging her slim shoulders. "But, I heard some of the girls talking the other day. They noticed how hairy you were after gym. They were calling you 'Beaver'. Leave it to Beaver. Such a mean thing to say. I was so embarrassed for you." Oh God no. No wonder she wasn't fitting in. In Kansas it wasn't a big deal, no one got bikini waxes. Eyebrow waxes yes. Down below. Certainly not! But here in the Hills where the girls seemed to see how little they could get away with wearing, it must be necessary. "Okay...." Sharon said reluctantly. "But only if I have enough money for one." They went in and made an appointment. Luckily, Sharon had Paige to help with everything. "My friend needs a bikini wax." Paige told the woman at the counter. "Back there." the Asian woman pointed to the back of the store. "Sun Lee will be with you in a moment." The two girls headed to the back of the store behind a red curtain. Sharon was just glad it was private. She had no idea how the bikini wax would be handled, and as shy as she was, she wanted as much privacy as possible. "Take off your clothes and hop on the table." Paige said once they got to the back. "All of them?" Sharon wasn't looking forward to disrobing in front of her new friend. Especially, not after the other girls had laughed at her and made crude jokes. Leave it to Beaver. Maybe Paige wouldn't even want to be friends if she saw. "Jesus, why do I even bother trying with someone so backwards," Paige said. "Let's just forget it and go home." Sharon didn't know how it was with these Beverly Hills girls, but girls in Kansas just didn't go around taking their clothes off. But people around her were different. More free. They practically walked around half naked anyway. Sharon didn't want to take off her clothes, and she certainly didn't want to take them off in front of her new friend, but Sharon wanted Paige's help. Needed it, in order to make it up from the bottom of the stairs. So Sharon did the only thing she could, she took off her clothes, even her panties and bra, and folded them up, then sat down demurely on the vinyl bed with an arm draped over her breasts and one over her lap. "You make yourself at home? Good." Sun Lee said when she arrived in the back. Sun Lee was Korean, and stood just a few inches over 5 feet. She had thick dark hair that shown like silk and was kept on top of her head by a pair of large pins. She was 42, but looked not a day over 37. She was clad in a nondescript blue smock. Sun Lee was a little startled to see a naked girl sitting on the table, but around here you saw all types of things. "I'll be ready in just a moment." Then she proceeded to put on a pair of latex gloves. "You here for bikini wax?" Sun Lee asked the naked eighteen year old. "How you want it?" "Something stylish," Paige volunteered for her friend. "Maybe a Brazillian?" Sharon had no idea what a Brazillian was and she didn't like the thought of the woman needing latex gloves for this procedure. Morever, she didn't like the look the Asian woman was giving her at the mention of it. There was a sort of hunger in her eyes. Now more than ever, she wished she had money for the expensive salon. If only she could go back in time and get her daddy's credit card. "Oh Brazillian rook rearry nice. Make you pretty - very pretty" Sun Lee said. "You ray down now." Sharon laid down on the cold vinyl, closed her eyes and waited for the worst to be over. "Silly," Paige said, talking low into Sharon's ear. "She can't wax you like that. Bring your feet up." Sharon had never been waxed. Had no idea what was required. Thankfully, Paige seemed to know. She slid her feet a bit higher on the bed. "All the way up," Paige said. Sharon moved her feet up higher until they were close to her bottom. This wasn't so bad. "Perfect." Paige nodded her approval. "Now keep your feet right there and slide your knees down until they are on the bed." While having her feet near her bottom may not have been bad, having to slide her knees down, suddenly made it quite bad indeed. The resulting position, spread her as wide as she could spread and even forced her pubis out and up. Her pelvic bones pressed up from her abdomen and tendons were visible between her thighs. Sharon looked down and was soon covered in goosebumps. It was lewd and humiliating. She couldn't help but think the girls at school were right, she did need a trim down there. 'Oh God, please let this be over soon,' Sharon thought. And worse, the older Asian woman's almond shaped eyes seemed to be devouring her slim body. "Now close your eyes." Paige said and Sharon was glad to oblige. "You hairy girl," Sun Lee said, causing Sharon to blush an even brighter shade of crimson. "This going to be rot of work." And she proceeded to get to work armed with a wooden spatula, small cloth, and a jar of warm wax. The wax being spread on Sharon's mound of venus felt heavenly. Then the cloth was pressed against her. Though Sharon had never had a bikini waxed, she'd had her eyebrows done. She knew what was next. 'Please let it not hurt, please let it not hurt', Sharon prayed. And then a sharp pull and a strip of her pubes were abruptly jerked free. "Oh!" Sharon gasped, drawing her knees back up and in. Her face winced in pain. Her hands moved down to sooth the burning sensation. It did hurt, but not for long. And now - in place of the hurt there was a new feeling. Tingly. Bare. Exposed. Vulnerable. "Move hand, and put knees back down on table." Sun Lee ordered. Sharon spread her legs out as before. Then she was even more exposed. Even more vulnerable. Her legs splayed out once again, but this time minus a small strip of her natural frock. She felt naked, but even more so. She felt exposed. Soon more wax wax doled out on her smooth white skin. And the warm wax felt good - so good as it was being applied and made her forget momentarily of her exposed situation. Then the strip of cloth was pressed against her and rubbed flush against her goose-bumped sensitive flesh. She couldn't help but tense, and draw her knees up in anticipation. "Get knees back down." Sun Lee ordered. Sharon did her best to follow orders and open her thighs, to relax, to push her knees down to her sides. Laying there naked, humiliated, and vulnerable, something Sharon didn't expect happened. She was growing more and more turned on - any hope of common sense seeping in and make Sharon question why she was following orders from the girl who got her in the position in the first place flew out the window. As a matter of fact, she was doing her very best to imagine herself in another place entirely. Somewhere far away. Back home in her old high school in Kansas where this wouldn't have been necessary. "Wider, hairy girl" said the Asian woman. "Knees all way down." Sun Lee knew it wasn't necessary for the midwestern girl to spread any wider, but she enjoyed having fun with some of the rich white women who came in for waxes. Some she knew she couldn't take advantage of, but others were much easier. And this young girl with her ivory skin, heavily made up face and pushy friend, she had an innocent gullibility that sent a thrill through her sex. And poor Sharon. Now she was even being called hairy girl by the spa worker. She felt as if she were sliding even further down the social ladder. Even beneath this uneducated Asian woman who waxed crotches for a living and couldn't even pronounce words beginning with L. "Hairy girl so srow. Wider." Sun Lee said. Those alabaster thighs opened wide. Mons of venus pushed out and up. The pink lips lying therein began to swell and a hint of moisture was visible. "Now rerax." Sharon tried to relax. Wished for nothing more than to relax. But it was so hard to do so. Not when she was in this splayed humiliating position. But she tried, oh, how she tried. And just when those goose-bump covered trembling thighs had opened just as wide as they could possibly go, just when those pink lips opened their doors, Sun Lee chose that moment to tug the cloth and strip away along with another patch of curly protection. "Ouch!" A cry. A gasp. Pelvis thrusting. Knees coming together in a whir. A tight lean ass rising up from the vinyl covered bed before coming back down with a fleshy smack. Oh fuck. The sensation of being defrocked still vibrated through her sex like lightening. "This may take rong time," Sun Lee told Paige. "Your hairy friend acting rike baby." Sharon had never felt so mortified. What would Paige think after this remark?. That she was a baby? An immature hick from Kansas? She determined she would do better. Closing her eyes, she mumbled, "I'm sorry," and spread her trembling legs for the next pull. Tried to relax. And so the dance began. Sharon was forced to spread herself wider than she though humanly possible. She was fairly flexible, she could only imagine what other women went through when they were waxed, being spread and bent this way and then that. Worse, each time she tried to get in the proper position, and then tried to relax; it was never good enough for Sun Lee. It changed subtly each time. Legs up. Legs down. Feet together near her bottom. Holding her ankles. Feet up. Feet held wide apart. Legs held out straight as if she were doing a split in the air. Tendons pushing out from shaky thighs. Pelvis and thighs burning and trembling from exertion. Then to relax. She could feel the mouth of her sex opening every time she relaxed. She could feel the cold air evaporating the moisture leaking from her sex. In contrast to the warm wax that was applied over and over again. Cloth pushed and smoothed. Fingers touching her. Spreading her. Prodding her. Teasing her. Nipples growing hard. Her tiny pearl swelling to fullness. A wetness seeping from her sex and down to the vinyl bed. A sharp tug. A rip. A gasp. And then later those gasps turned to moans. A tingly feeling that spread inside her that seemed to grow. And the dance repeated over and over again. "God Sharon," Paige said, watching in amazement as the midwestern girl writhed and purred like a cat in heat. Her hips humping shyly - as if she were being made love to by an invisible lover. "Are you getting off on this?" Sharon just knew her voice would tremble if she tried to answer, so she shook her head no and closed her eyes. Imagined herself back in her old high school. Back in Mrs. Osmond's class. "Wider hairy girl," a voice ordered. Only it wasn't Mrs. Osmond teaching the class. It was a substitute. A coarse Asian woman who had her sitting on the desk in front of all her other classmates. Naked. Bare. Defenseless. "More wide," the teacher ordered. Sharon blushed as she spread her legs, bared her innermost secrets, all while her classmates pointed and laughed. Spread. Pink. Wet. Willing. No please. "You like it don't you?" And there was Paige in the front row. Staring. Smiling knowingly. Asking if she liked it. "My God, you are getting off." And the class laughed. Pointed. No. No. No. And then the Asian substitute was at it again. With her wooden pointer she probed and touched, forcing her wider. Spreading her pink engorged lips . Showing her wet hungry holds. Her little pearl. Showing them all to her classmates. "See, she wet. Hot to trot. See lips. See clit. Maybe we measure how big, hmmm? So sworren. So wet. See how she reeks on desk? Make dirty? I think she make more dirty very soon." Oh God. Spreading her with fingers. Measuring the size of her slit with a ruler. Having the class guess it's size. Then the teacher laughing,"You all wrong. 3 cm. Hairy girl have big crit. This supposed to be science, but hairy girl rike. Rike being shown. Rike other girls. Hey crass, when you think hairy girl cum on desk?" Then the class volunteered answers. 20 minutes. 15 mintues. "I think hairy girl make dirty desk much sooner," her teacher laughed, touching her clit with the ruler, driving her onward. Forcing her closer to a culmination of those unwelcome tingly feelings. So humiliating. So embarrassing. She wouldn't. No, not while being watched. She couldn't. She could. She did. Not just in her fantasies, not just for the substitute and the hungry eyes of her classmates, but there on a cheap vinyl table under harsh fluorescent lights, and the watching eyes of two near strangers. Molten lava spread from her soul to her sex. Her pelvis thrusted. She could feel her muscles clenching and spasming in her sex. She gasped out loud. She hoped they wouldn't notice. Prayed they didn't. Beverly Hills 90213 Oh but they did. "Oh my God." Paige said with incredulity. "I can't believe it. You came didn't you? You just had an orgasm. While you were being waxed. " No. No. No. Sharon shook her head, her sweaty bangs were matted to her forehead. "Happens sometimes. Not very much, but," Sun Lee said, while continuing to work. Fully aware of what she was doing to her young client. Her skilled fingers manipulating sensitive vulnerable flesh. Working her. "Some women sensitive. Hairy girl very sensitive. She making big mess of table." Sharon cringed inside. A big mess of the table. Dear Lord. What must Sun Lee think? Worse, what must Paige think? She could see her friend there, pocket book grasped firmly, watching everything that happened. Would she tell? This must never get out. Never. But then she was ordered to spread her legs again. So wide. So exposed. So humiliating. And those fingers. Those silky Asian fingers. What were they doing to her. Was this even possible? But the liquid lightning flowing through her body proved that it was possible. Horror of horrors. She tried to resist it. Tried to close her lean thighs. But it was too late for that , warm heat spread again, ran through her body. Fuck. Oh Fuck. It had happened again. "Oh God. Oh God." Pelvis thrusting. Legs spreading of their own volition. Sex clenching. Opening. Closing. Clit throbbing. Wet honey flowing. Fingers clawing. Toes curling. All while Sun Lee kept stripping the young girl of what remained of her natural modesty. There were three more orgasms and then it was over. Finally over. She didn't think she could bear another. Each one left her weaker than the last. Couldn't even fight them. Just lay there, moaning, gasping, splayed, pliant, and purring. After it was finally over, she tried to catch her breath, struggled to sit up, but the Asian woman caught her shoulders. "You not finish. Not yet. One more prace." Oh God. No. It couldn't be! Why oh why had she submitted to this? "Turn around and then turn over. On elbows and knees." Even Paige was surprised by this new turn of events. This had gone even better than her wildest dreams. She had been sure that Sharon would never have submitted to a full Brazillian wax job. But she had. The Asian woman had even gone along with it. Things went from good to awesome as Sharon had even submitted to being spread like some sort of whore. Baring her innermost hidden parts. Swollen parts. Wet parts. Her soul. A little mid-western slut. And then the coming. Watching her tremble and thrust with orgasm after orgasm. It had even made her a bit jealous, but at this point, that was neither here nor there. And now this! This was so fucking great. It was going to be classic! Legendary. She looked down and made sure the video camera she had hidden in her purse was centered on this. Capturing every humiliating moment. She had to move around to the other side to get the shot she wanted. Sharon offered no resistance. Too weak from the orgasms to protest, she allowed Sun Lee to turn her over and around. Those hands that touched her so professionally when she came in, on her shoulder, then down her back, guiding her, putting her onto her elbows and knees, her thighs spread, her back arching down, her ass held high and proud, but Sharon didn't feel very proud right now. She felt like crawling under this table, as she felt the cold air drying the sweat on her asshole and sex, and she knew her new friend Paige was behind her witnessing it all. "Good girl. Now reach back," Sun Lee said, patting the girl affectionately on the ass. "and spread cheeks." You've got to be fucking kidding me, Sharon thought to herself. She wondered how Beverly Hills girls managed to do this sort of thing for beauty? And it was made worse by the fact that her new best friend was behind her. But surely Paige had been in this very same position. On a table. Spread. Holding herself open. Sure, it was probably in a much nicer place. With someone younger and more professional - not some spiteful older Asian woman, who seemed intent on humiliating her - calling her hairy girl. And who's fingers, God, they seemed to know her body better than she did. Taking a deep breath to steel herself, Sharon knew she had to get through it. She could even smell herself, the dark musky smell of sex, emanating from the wet sticky vinyl bed. Evidence of her humiliating orgasm.s She wanted to get out of here. And there was only one way out. To finish. And to do that, she reached her hands back...then realization hit, without her elbows to prop her up, her upper body and face was now resting in her earlier secretions. Dear Lord. No stopping now, she moved her hands to each side, grabbed her tight bottom and spread. Wide. Arsehole clenching and winking as wax was liberally applied. Mons of venus inflammed and swollen from the wax and the orgasms. Nectar running down sweaty thighs. Hips humping of their own volition. And unknown to the midwestern girl, Paige's video camera catching every last exquisite and humiliating detail. "Wider hairy girl," Sun Lee said. "This tricky area. Very tricky." Paige moved around to the front. This view was even better. Eyes clenched shut. Cheeks blushing furiously. Lip caught between two white rows of teeth. Her makeup a mess. Face sliding around on a vinyl bed that had been inundated by wet sticky sexual nectar only minutes before - and probably from any woman that had been in for the last few days - Paige cringed at the thought. But continued recording it all for posterity. "You no hold still Hairy girl," Sun Lee chided. "Keep moving hips around. No need to worry Hairy girl, even sensitive women have no probrem with this part." Sharon had lost all control over those hips. They had a mind of their own. Moving in response to the sensations that were inundating and threatening to overwhelm her. Pumping. Gyrating. She took a breath and forced them to stop. "Good girl," Sun Lee said trailing a hand along the young girl's sweat-covered back. "Now arch back." The position made her feel so little. So small. It was almost pornographic. Almost as if she were begging for someone to give it to her. Doggy style. They even knew about doggy-style in Kansas. But Sun Lee sounded so business like. And Paige would step in if something were out of the ordinary. Surely. She arched her back. Kept those perfect cheeks spread. Exposing the clenching crater lying therein. "Good girl," Sun Lee said from behind those wide spread sexy alabaster cheeks. "Now I make dirty part all smooth and clean." Dirty part. Oh Jesus. Sharon couldn't help but tense at the warning causing her arsehole to wink in response. "No. You crench. Bad hairy girl." Sun Lee chided, poking at the clenching rosebud with her spatula, making it clench all the more. "Hold dirty part open." Sharon was struck dumb with disbelief. She was actually being ordered to relax her hole. Her *other* hole for this interminable woman. She risked opening her eyes to shoot Paige a questioning glance, but her friend looked as if nothing were out of the ordinary. Thank God, she was busy fooling around with her pocketbook and not paying attention. Sharon willed herself to relax. It was hard to do. Especially as the asian woman kept up her poking and prodding. She felt so cold. So exposed. "Relax dirty part. That's a good hairy girl. Soon not hairy anymore," Sun Lee said. "Awww..too late, now wax cold. Now, I have to put on again, because you no hold still." More wax was applied between her cheeks. Tickling her nether hole. She had to be told to relax her dirty part several more times. Thankfully, this time the wax didn't get cold before cloth was pushed in tight. And then it felt like. Oh God, it felt as if she had been penetrated. A finger tip. Maybe a pinky. If only slightly. Accidentally. But all the same. She felt so perverse, when she realized she liked it. Her eyes rolled up in her head. She prayed Paige didn't notice - and thankfully she didn't. And then the cloth was ripped away taking her breath with it. The process was repeated once more to get the little ones. It was so hard to relax the next time, when she was fully aware of how much it stung. Oh how it stung. But somewho she managed, and finally it was finally over. But it wasn't. Oh would it ever end? "Stay right there," Sun Lee said. "We have to moisturize, or you get nasty rash. Very bad." Sun Lee coated her hands in oil and began to apply to formerly alabaster skin that was now inflamed and red. "Now you smooth girl. No more hairy girl. Feel good yes? More sensitive. I can tell you rike." And she did like it. The fingers glided on her like pure silk. There was nothing to stop them from having their way with her. No protection. No downy hair to stop their progress. To dull the sensation. Sharon could feel herself succumbing to the pleasure once again. "See, I can tell you rike," Sun Lee whispered. "This best part of wax." And Sharon did like. There was only one thing that could feel any better. It was those agile Chinese fingers. They worked her over. Pleasing her. Teasing her. Oh, how they tempted. Hovering there right against her openings, but never venturing further. Occasionally poking, but never venturing in. Around and around. With no hair in the way she could tell exactly what fingers and where they were. A thumb at her arsehole and two fingers near her sex. Oh, they felt divine. Sheer Bliss. And then it happened. It wasn't a conscious decision. It just happened. All of a sudden. Sharon's eyes rolled back in her head, and then of it's on volition her body pushed back against those hot dextrous fingers. With a hoarse grunt, Sharon was penetrated fully- two fingers in her sex and a thumb up her arsehole. Sweet Jesus! Another orgasm glided through her body like a kite caught in the wind. She pushed herself against those splendid fingers, reveling in sensation as they slid in and out. Moaning. Gasping. In and out. Opening her. Pleasing her. She masturbated often, but it never felt like this. Not even close. It was heaven. Pure heaven. When she realized what she had done, she quickly pulled away. What had she been thinking? And what must Sun Lee think of her after she had forced herself on those delightful fingers. Had impaled herself. Had fucked them. Thank heaven the woman didn't mention what had just happened. Just gave her that knowing smirking grin. And thank God Paige couldn't see what had happened since she was in front of her. "I make you pretty, yes?" Sun Lee said. "Yes." Sharon said quietly with a shaking voice and nodded. "I make good tip then?" Again a nod. The orgasm had robbed her strength, she could barely move her head. "How much tip?" "Ten?" Oh just please let me up. Sun Lee's fingers were at it again. She could feel her body responding. She was going to cum. Again. She couldn't bear it. She prayed Paige would stay where she was, lest she lose control of her body once again and truly humiliate herself. "Only ten?!? You make big mess on my table. Cries scare customers." Finger teased each of Sharon's orifices. The midwestern beauty only had fifty to her name. But those persistent fingers. So delicate against her smooth sensitive flesh. "Besides, you were very hairy girl." Sun Lee picked up a mirror and held it behind Sharon. "I do good work. Make smooth as baby." Her hands moved toward Sharon flesh to open and show off the results of her hard work. Sharon cringed in shock. It was worse than she thought. This wasn't a trim job. She was bare. Denuded. Not even a scrap of protective down remained. She had seen girls showering after gym and while they had a tight trimmed triangle, no on was bare. No one now except for her. And Paige, Paige had seen it all. And those persistent fingers, down there opening shiny wet lips. Showing Paige everything. "Fifty dollars." Sharon blurted before she could be embarrassed further. "I'm sorry Sun Lee, but that's all the money I have left to my name."She had started with $200. She was going to be in so much trouble.She wouldn't even be left with gas money for the rest of the week. "Fifty. Fifty very nice tip." Sun Lee moved the mirror around enjoying the young girl's embarrassment. "And I do good work, yes?" "Yes." In more ways than one. She still tingled down below. "When you come back again. You give good tip. I give discount." Sun Lee said as she took off her latex gloves. "Take time. Get dressed. But not too much time. I have next customer in thirty minutes." I'll never be back again, Sharon promised herself. "Wow, look at that," Paige said staring between her friend's legs. "She took it all off." Please don't remind me, Sharon thought. Shivering and suddenly cold again as her sweat began to evaporate and her body temperature returned to normal. "Why didn't you say anything?" Sharon asked. Paige shrugged her shoulders, her gaze fixed uncomfortably on Sharon's body. "Can you hand me my clothes?" Sharon asked trying to hide her body from those roving eyes. Paige made no move to honor her request. "What will you do in gym class? I mean - you were hairy before, but I don't think there are any girls that are bare down there." Paige confirmed her worst fears. God this was terrible. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. "I don't know yet," Sharon said. 'And why didn't you stop her?' she wanted to ask, but didn't. "Maybe they won't notice." Paige said. "Stand up and move your hands." Sharon stood up. Naked. Bare. Denuded. Smooth. Inflamed. Ego crushed. Her cleft exposed and visible between her lean thighs. Only an hour ago, even naked, it would have been hidden behind curly protective down. Now there was nothing. Nothing at all. "I think they are going to notice." Paige said nodding and smirking, and Sharon was thinking the same exact thing. "I can even see your lips." "Maybe I'll just say I'm sick," Sharon said, covering her body with her hand. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. "And then I won't have to do gym" "Oh that's a great plan," Paige said as she handed the clothes over to her friend. "Just tell them that and then it'll grow back in no time. And then you'll be hanging out with all the popular people." "Thanks Paige," Sharon said while she was putting her clothes back on. "You're a good friend. I don't know how I could have gotten through this without you." "Thank nothing of it," Paige said, closing her purse so the video camera wouldn't be visible. Although, soon it wouldn't matter. "And you won't ... tell anyone - will you?" Sharon asked shyly. "No one, no one at all." Paige said. "We're friends remember." If Sharon had seen the look in Paige's eyes she would have been scared instead of relieved. But for today she would go home, shorn, a little less proud, but in blissful ignorance. ************** The next day. From the moment Sharon stepped out of her car people were staring. Most were laughing - or with mean little smiles. Names were whispered. Hairy girl. Little slut. Cummy. Whore. With tears in her eyes, Sharon knew she had been betrayed. There at the top of the steps, stood Paige, newly promoted from the middle landing, now in with the popular people. She smiled and shrugged. As if to say, sorry about that but I wanted to reach the top more than you. Paige hadn't just told. A video had been made, emailed, and then made it's way around school. Sharon's humiliation was complete. Sharon was even sent a copy. Actually, so many copies her email crashed.. Worse there were even pictures people had blown up and put on her locker and her desk. Her face while she came. Spreading her bottom. And of course there would be the obligatory coarse comments scrawled below in magic marker. "Give it to me." Poor Sharon was never going to make to the top of the stairs. Now she had no one, except of bunch of horny boys who wanted to see it. Wanted to see her denuded sex. She summoned up her courage. She could get through this. She could make it through the school year. And then it would be over. And she could start again. In college. But at the end of the week, she got a phone call. Would her ordeal never end? "Harrow," said the Asian voice on the line. "This Sharon Jones?" "Yes," Sharon squeaked, she feeling her stomach drop into her shoes when she heard the accent. And then those words. The words she had both dreamt of and dreaded. "Time for next appointment," Sun Lee said. "You come by shop tonight." "I can't," Sharon said timidly, but she could feel herself getting wet at the thought. Her highschool years lay in tatters around her. She wouldn't do it again. "8 O'crock. All customers gone." Sun Lee continued. "I can't. I don't have any money." Sharon said. She had blown everything last week. "Someone send me movie. Movie of me waxing hairy girl." Oh God no! "Listen Sun Lee, I had nothing to do with that," Sharon said. "I was mortified." "I think I give movie to parents." Sun Lee said. "Or maybe I give to police." "Please no," Sharon begged. It had been bad enough when her fellow students found out. Besides, she had no choice on that matter anyway. But, she would never see them again after a year anyway - and she was sure as hell not coming to any reunions. But her parents. She could never live it down. "You come tonight then," Sun Lee said. "Eight O'Crock sharp." "Okay." Sharon relented She would find the money for a new waxing somehow. "This time, you wear mini-skirt. Very short. Mary Jane shoes. Grasses. High socks. Starched shirt. Pig tails." How was she going to even get out of the house dressed like that? And what did this woman have in mind? Could she even be serious? "You repeat instructions hairy girl," Sun Lee said. She sounded very serious indeed. With a shaky voice Sharon repeated. "Eight o'clock. Wear a mini-skirt. No panties. Mary Jane shoes. Glasses. High socks. Starched shirt. Pig tails." Just saying it made her insides quiver. "Yes," Sun Lee said. "Like Cathorik school girl, yes?" Dear Lord, the woman was a pervert. Yet it sent a thrill through Sharon's overly sensitive sex. She couldn't believe she was even considering it, but she couldn't afford for her parents to find out. Or more importantly the police, if they got into it, there would be questions, the press, this disaster would even follow her to college. That night, Sharon told her parents she had a date. She dug out some clothes she hadn't worn since halloween 3 years ago, and put them in a bag. She changed in the parking lot in front of the Asian nail spa. A pleated plaid miniskirt. A starched oxford shirt that rubbed hard nipples. Mary Jane shoes. Thin white socks that went to her knees. And pig tails. She felt ridiculous. She felt felt helpless and exposed. Vulnerable. Sexy. She could feel the cold air on her wet sex beneath her short miniskirt. What was she thinking? What was she doing? Sun Lee met her at the door and there were even more surprises. Sun Lee was dressed up as a school teacher. She carried a yardstick in her hand. Her hair was pulled back in a bun. Horned rimmed glasses and her lips were sharp and very red. It made Sharon's heart skip a beat. It was almost just like her fantasy. And inside, a desk and small school desk had been moved into the back room along with a portable chalk board. A camcorder sat on a tripod. Oh sweet Jesus. Not again! "Please no," pleaded the sexy young mid-western girl. She had resigned herself to whatever Sun Lee had in mind, but not another video. She was still trying to live down the last video. "I tell parents." Sun Lee reached skilled fingers underneath Sharon's short pleated miniskirt, there was nothing to stop them as they slid into wet, willing and still smooth sex. "I can tell you rike. I knew you riked last week." Beverly Hills 90213 Sharon's body was betraying her. She wanted those fingers. Needed them. But another movie terrified her. "Now we make new movie," Sun Lee said. "In my country American Cathorik girl very popurar." "Oh please," gasped a breathless Sharon, but the pleas came out as please more instead of please no. "Now you go sit down in desk," Sun Lee said, her finger thrusting in Sharon's very wet sex. Sharon was loathe to give up the finger that felt so delightful in her sex, but she obeyed Sun Lee. Sitting down in the small desk and pretending to work on an assignment, while Sun Lee zoomed in with the video camera. "Now you spread regs," Sun Lee said. "You spread for camera." God, as if she needed reminding of the camera. It felt cold in the back stockroom. But the eighteen year old girl had no choice. She slowly opened her legs while keeping her eyes glued to the paper on the desk. "Can't see anything," Sun Lee said. "Sride down and more wide. More wide." Dear Lord. Could it get any more humiliating? Sharon felt like a piece of meat. God, and worse, she was going to have to show it all again. Show her bare sex for the camera. She slid down further into the seat and spread her legs lewdly. Sun Lee zoomed the camera in on the young girl's bare pussy, captured the wetness visible on her pink petals. Then she zoomed back out to take in the scenery, made sure the camera was recording, then picked up the yardstick and advanced on Sharon. "I tell you last week, you wear panties to my crass," Sun Lee said. "American srut make seat wet for teacher to crean up." Sun Lee took Sharon by the ear and dragged her to the chalkboard. "But how I teach American srut to wear panties? I think I know a good resson. I spank on bare bottom. Now you take chalk and write while teacher spank." Sharon took the chalk and wrote while Sun Lee recited. I am a dirty little American slut. Then she was told to write it 100 times while repeating it out loud. The first and second lines were easy, although it was rather humiliating. But on the third line, it became much harder as Sun Lee pulled her pleated skirt down to her knees and made her stick out her tush. The fourth line became harder still when the older woman began to spank her ass with the heavy yardstick. Then there was worse. So much worse. "I don't think you rearn resson srut," Sun Lee said. Then Sharon was made to arch her flexible back, sticking her ass out, and up, and spreading those lean thighs. She had expected to continue being spanked in this lewd and humiliating position. But she gasped when the first spank came. It came not on her striped bottom, but between her legs and on the wet lips of her bare and swollen sex. It wasn't very painful, more shocking than anything. Worse, Sun Lee continued to make her recite the lines she wrote. "I am a dirty little American slut." And she couldn't just say it anymore. Not like with that yardstick spanking her sex. The words came out as gasps. As moans. Soon, even the sounds of the spanks became wet. The sound of the yardstick was no longer a thwack, but more of a splat - a wet splat with every blow. Every blow caused those narrow hips to buck. To gyrate. The wet honey covering the yardstick and running down her lean thighs. "This punishment srut," Sun Lee said. "Round eye srut supposed to rearn resson. Not make more mess. More mess for teacher to crean up. Now teacher have to crean seat and yardstick." Sun Lee held the yardstick up to Sharon, showing her the evidence of her body's betrayal. Then Sun Lee smiled wickedly. "I think teacher make round eye srut crean up mess." Sharon watched in horror as the yardstick was moved to her lips. She could smell the musk of her excitement on the wooden stick. God, she was tingly. So fucking hot. She was in a sexual daze, but she still knew the video was still on and recording her debasement. She knew it and yet still she stuck out her tongue and tasted her honey. "You rike creaning srut?" Sun Lee said. "Maybe later you crean teacher?" With a wet splat with every spank, Sun Lee once again resumed spanking Sharon's smooth denuded sex. Poor Sharon. She tried to fight it. Tried her best. Tried to think of something else, anything other than her humiliation and sensation that felt like warm wax being poured inside her body. God, how she wanted to orgasm. Oh how she did. But, not like this. Not by being spanked on her cunt and with a video camera capturing every humiliation splat. She lost that battle of wills. Lightning flowed through her insides. She pressed her body against the chalkboard, losing her progress with her lines. Ignoring Sun Lee's orders to keep writing. The young woman moaned. She flexed. She purred. She even stuck out her pink tongue and tasted her humiliation on the green board. Licking off the S in slut. "What you doing srut," Sun Lee said. "Tell teacher what you doing." Sharon spread her legs wider, giving the older woman full access to her sex. "I'm coming. Oh fuck I'm coming," she moaned over and over. "Teacher going to teach srut new resson," Sun Lee said, then she led the eighteen year old high school senior over to the desk and bent her over. She strapped a dildo around her waist that she pulled out of the drawer. "Tell teacher what you want," Sun Lee said. Sharon turned around, blushing as she realized Sun Lee held another video camera trained on her. Oh how she wanted it, but she couldn't say it. "Tell teacher," Sun Lee urged, hand firmly gripped around the base of the rubber phallus. "Fuck me," Sharon moaned. "Fuck my hot little American pussy. Give it to me. Give it to me hard." Sharon turned a bright crimson as Sun Lee recorded her submission. Made her strip off her clothes and say it again. Made her beg for it. The older woman lined the rubber cock up with her hungry sex and plunged in. Then she fucked her like she had never been fucked before. Fucked her until cries echoed from the walls of the nail salon. Then Sharon felt Sun Lee taking hold of her pony tail, and pulling her on the phallus, making her arch her back and fuck herself on it. Sun Lee still wasn't finished with her young charge. Keeping the cock firmly embedded in hot American pussy, she stood up and leaned back against the office desk. The older asian woman was shorter than Sharon by 6 inches, and was even shorter still leaning back against the desk. The poor eighteen year old had to keep her knees bent at an angle to keep her position there on the cock. Felt Sun Lee's hands on her lean hips, guiding her into position. Gently guiding her down and back, then up and out. "Teacher getting tired," Sun Lee said. "Now round eye srut do work." Her calves and thighs burning, Sharon continued working the rubber phallus. Impaling herself on it. It wasn't easy work, supporting the weight of her body on bent legs and her arched back. Worse, she knew how it must look to the camera - fucking herself on the cock, all while Sun Lee sat in a disinterested pose on the desk. Even worse, leaning forward as she was, Sharon could feel her large pendulous breasts bouncing lewdly every time she impaled herself. She did the next best thing she could think to do, and held them with her hands, creating a makeshift bra. Sun Lee was going to have none of it. She took hold of Sharon's arms and pulled them back to her sides. "Keep arms out of way," she warned. "Japanese men like see big American tits." Sharon mewed her submission. With her pendulous breasts bouncing, she have herself in to pleasure. Fucked the rubber phallus between her legs, oblivious to the camera recording her humiliation. She could almost feel the eyes behind it watching her. Watching her sweat. Watching her moan. Watching her flush with arousal. Watch her body wracked by orgams after orgasm. Watched her sweaty hair hanging in her face, chest heaving as she recovered from her climax. Afterwards, Sun Lee eased Sharon to her knees. Taking the rubber cock in her hand, she guided it to the young girl's lips. "You make mess American srut. Now you crean up like promise." Sharon no longer had the tingly feeling of sexual desire to blunt her humiliation. Worse, Sun Lee held the camera in her hand, trained on the humiliated midwestern girl. Blushing a bright crimson, Sharon stuck out her tongue and obediently cleaned her juices from the rubber cock. Cleaned it while Sun Lee captured the debasement on video. Then Sun Lee unzipped the back of her tight skirt and took it off as well as the panties she wore outside of her garters. Her pubes were thick dark and matted with moisture. "You make mess of teacher too," Sun Lee breathed, her voice thick with lust. "Now you crean." Sharon had tasted herself, but never another woman. She couldn't deny that she was a lesbian. She knew that to be true after the feeling she had just experience with Sun Lee. She was still apprehensive. Especially, like this - on her knees, while Sun Lee sat propped up on the desk with her honey colored thighs spread. Sun Lee had never went on her knees for her. Sharon could feel her submission in the air as if it were a solid object. She knew she was going to pleasure Sun Lee. Wondering if she could do it right. The smell was musky. Much more so that Sharon. And the hair was thick and coarse. She stuck out her tongue and tasted. It was nicer than she imagined. Sun Lee ran her fingers through the young woman's hair. "Oh you good creaner," she purred. "I think I make you crean whenever teacher get dirty." She settled back and enjoyed the young girl's tongue. A tongue that grew tired trying to clean her first pussy. A pussy that always seemed to be gushing and needing further cleaning no matter how hard she tried. A pussy that was as demanding a mistress as Sun Lee. A pussy she never managed to master, but she nevertheless managed to satisfy many times over. Sharon never made it to the top at her new school. She was always at the bottom level. And she was the bottom in her relationship with Sun Lee. The older Asian woman became the young girl's mistress. Spanked her and paddled her. Waxed her. Loved her. She even shared her with other women. But, Sharon was right about one thing, she was destined for greatness. That much was true. The videos were a huge hit in Japan, where almost everyone was hungry to watch a young round eyed American girl dress up as school girls, super heroines, princesses, and anime characters and be thoroughly dominated by a sexy Asian woman older enough to be her mother. It wasn't the greatness she had planned. But it was enough. And she was happy.