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Kyle was a divorced, middle-aged busness man who wanted a sensual 
massage from some beautiful women. Perhaps he could negoitate a 
little more than just a massage, but these "call girls" had a hidden 
agenda of their own and a big surprise for Kyle!

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Sensual Massage: Part One of Two

This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people, 
places, or organizations is purely coincidental.

[This story is posted in two parts to minimize the possibility that 
someone will lose the ending due to lack of memory.  If my stories 
run over 50K I post them in two parts.]

Kyle sat in his car outside the convenience store waiting. A light 
mist was beginning to fall from the February sky. This was crazy, he 
thought. It's getting dark and only a fool would sit alone in a 
parking lot in this part of town. However, he had to admit this was 
more exciting than anything he had done in years. He hadn't 
patronized a prostitute since he was in the military, over twenty 
five years ago. He was forty seven now; had a relatively prestigious 
job with a software company; divorced for two years; his kids were 
grown and gone; and life had become rather uneventful. He would have 
no trouble finding another partner, but he didn't want the hassle of 
a relationship and commitment right now. But he was horny as hell and 
thought a prostitute would be just his ticket.

He still had no idea who put that note in his gym bag last week. He 
had made a couple of idle comments in the locker room and out on the 
floor too, about how it was too bad the health club didn't have a 
good-looking female masseuse instead of the masseur, Big Eric. He had 
nothing against Eric, it was just that couldn't relax and enjoy a 
massage if he was being rubbed down by a man. He didn't consider 
himself homophobic, it was just a personal preference.

Last Friday he found a note stuck in his gym bag. It said, "For a 
great sensual massage ask for Jennifer," there was a phone number and 
nothing more. Kyle called the number and a young woman identified 
herself as Jennifer. She was obviously expecting his call and 
addressed him by name before he even had a chance to introduce 
himself.

"You must be Kyle," she said, "Kyle Dobbins?"

"Yes, but how... how did you...?"

She just giggled. "I've been watching you, Kyle. I think you would be 
a perfect client for our little business. We'll go over every inch of 
your body. Our full body massages are very relaxing, Kyle."

"You said, ‘we,' there are two?"

Jennifer giggled again. "At least," she said seductively. "Sometimes 
there are more. The girls on our staff love their work, Kyle. They 
take pride in making you feel good. I think you're our type, Kyle. 
You'll love the way we play."

"Well, just how far do you go? I mean I don't just want to be teased."

"Kyle, you're a dirty-minded boy," she said, with a mischievous 
giggle. "You'll climax for sure, probably more than once, that is, if 
you're able. And beyond that, anything is negotiable."

"I want to have two girls. Can you arrange that?"

"Of course, Kyle, but I'm disappointed," she said, in a voice filled 
with playful, mock disdain. "I was planning on maybe having more than 
two, but if you insist on having only two..."

"No, no!" Kyle replied, almost frantically. "More than two will be 
fine. But nothing kinky now; I'm not into that stuff."

Jennifer laughed before replying. "Kyle, you're such an inhibited 
boy. You need to relax and not worry so much, we'll take care of you, 
Kyle; that's our specialty. You'll forget all your worries and think 
of nothing but the pleasure we're giving you. Sound like something 
you can handle?" She giggled again.

Kyle was literally slavering with lustful anticipation now. He 
readily accepted Jennifer's terms and closed the deal. This little 
scene would cost him five hundred dollars, two hundred fifty per hour 
with a two hour minimum, but that seemed like a bargain. He would not 
be allowed to have real sexual intercourse with the girls, but the 
thought of two or more beautiful girls massaging and masturbating him 
to climax was very erotic, and in its own way, somehow more 
captivating than the thought of actual coitus.

Kyle's thoughts snapped back to the present as a large, black Lincoln 
with dark tented windows pulled along side him in the parking lot. A 
tall brunette wearing high heels and a tight, red satin dress got out 
of the back and walked briskly up to Kyle's window. The tight satin 
dress, that slunk over her body, caressing her curvaceous figure as 
she walked, was split high up one side so as to flash a peek at one 
of her shapely legs each time she took a step. Kyle recognized her 
from the club, but he had never learned her name. He saw her about 
once a week with another girl, a full figured buxom blonde who was 
very cute. The girls were always together.

The brunette looked in at Kyle and playfully knocked on his window.

"Can you come out and play?" he heard her voice call, muffled by the 
window glass.

"You must be Jennifer," he asserted, as he opened the door and got 
out.

"No, I'm Stacy," she said, opening the back door of the Lincoln and 
motioning him in. "Come on, let's go. We can talk on the way."

Kyle slid along the plush velour seat and into the dark interior of 
the Lincoln. His eyes were not yet accustomed to the darkness as 
Stacy slid in behind him and closed the door. He felt himself pressed 
against another warm body and he smelled a very pleasant perfumed 
fragrance, different from the one Stacy was wearing. His hand jerked 
back reflexively in a gesture that was almost apologetic as he felt 
his hand touch the bare thigh of another girl.

"Hi, I'm Jennifer!" she said, giggling. "It's okay to touch me. I 
won't break!"

"But she does bite," Stacy quipped.

"Oh don't scare him, Stacy. I don't bite very hard!" Both girls 
giggled as Jennifer pulled Kyle's hand back down to her thigh and 
pressed down with her own.

Kyle recognized Jennifer as Stacy's blonde companion from the health 
club. She was wearing a pair of gold tights with shiny little sequins 
embedded in the material. They looked like something a circus 
performer or a figure skater would wear when she performed. Jennifer 
wasn't wearing leotards or hose and her bare skin felt velvety to 
Kyle's touch. He was especially impressed with the firmness of her 
muscles.

"My god! You're solid as a rock!"

Jennifer giggled. "Lot's of people think I'm fat until they feel of 
me. But I'm all muscle, baby!" Grabbing him by the ears, she held his 
face close to hers, stared at him with her baby blue eyes and spoke 
in a sexy seductive voice. "Honey, I could draw the marrow out of 
your back bone and you would die the happiest man in the world. You 
would only regret that you had but one back bone to give for your 
Mama!" She threw her head back and laughed naughtily.

"I hate to interrupt the fun," Stacy said, "but we had a deal, 
remember?" She held out her hand in anticipation.

"Of course," Kyle said, nervously reaching for his wallet.

All the while the car was speeding away into the night. The chauffeur 
appeared to be a young man, slight of frame. He was as silent as a 
sphinx, apparently oblivious to the scene in the back seat. Wedged 
between these two beauties from the health club, Kyle was in a kind 
of reality warp. Since his divorce, masturbation was his primary 
means of release and these two vixens had played heavily in his 
fantasies for many weeks. He had never even known their names, until 
tonight. He couldn't believe this was really happening. One of his 
wildest erotic fantasies was coming true!

Stacy and Jennifer began unbuttoning Kyle's clothes and undressing 
him right in the car. Not expecting to undress until they reached 
their destination, Kyle was mildly shocked and resisted at first. 
Stacy and Jennifer only giggled at his awkward protests and they 
easily prevailed. Soon he was completely naked and the girls rubbed 
and pinched, and teased him, while making flattering comments about 
his muscles and male anatomy. He felt very vulnerable and exposed, 
but mesmerized as he was, the feeling only added to his arousal.

"Are we having fun yet?" Jennifer giggled.

"Oh yes, b... but I really don't like doing this in front of... you 
know, a man."

"You mean Toppy, our chauffeur?" "Never mind him. He pays no 
attention to this at all. It doesn't interest him."

"He's a eunuch!" Stacy said, with a naughty rasp in her voice. 
"Toppy, has Madam Veronica given you a testosterone shot lately?"

"No ma'am, not in over three months," he answered flatly, maintaining 
his professional, aloof demeanor.

"See there," Jennifer said. "He's not interested in what's going on 
back here at all. He's totally harmless."

This sent a surge of erotic excitement through Kyle's gut, 
intensifying his arousal and combining it with a feeling of shock and 
even a little fear. This group might be more kinky than he had 
bargained for. His belly growled from the sensations he was having 
and he involuntarily let a big fart. Toppy lowered one of the rear 
windows to let out any unwanted fumes and the girls both giggled.
"Ooohoo!" Stacy exclaimed in a naughty guttural tone. "Does thinking 
about that kind of stuff make your guts clabber?"

Jennifer reached between Kyle's legs, pinching a testicle and causing 
a dull queasy pain to shoot through his guts. This elicited another 
fart and the girls continued giggling.

"How... how did he...?"

"Loose his nuts?" Jennifer replied. "Madam Veronica demands that all 
men on her staff be castrated. They're much more controllable that 
way. She controls any testosterone they might be allowed to have, and 
that's usually not much. Really, they're all just big pets."

"But don't worry," Stacy assured. "You're a client, and that's where 
the money comes from."

There was now an undercurrent of fear and uncertainty that caused 
Kyle to have a hollow feeling in his stomach. However, he found the 
element of danger to be very arousing. Awareness of poor Toppy's 
plight drove home the frightening reality of how easily manhood could 
be lost, and how irrevocably different his life could become. His 
vulnerable nakedness and the sexy sensations he was feeling, wedged 
between these giggling, teasing, playful girls, made his masculinity 
seem all the more precious and fragile. These thoughts were scary, 
but he had never been more turned on in his life!

Oblivious to the outside world, Kyle had no idea where he was, or 
even what part of the city he was in. He hardly noticed when the big 
Lincoln entered a garage through an automatic door. The garage was 
not a small residential garage, but rather a large warehouse. Brown 
boxes were neatly staked in rows and a fork truck was parked near a 
small office at one end. Toppy parked the car by the office and the 
girls led Kyle through a door beneath a flight of stairs. They had 
placed his clothes and belongings in a plastic bag and had given them 
to Toppy for safe keeping. Naked, lost, and vulnerable, Kyle was 
totally dependent on Stacy and Jennifer. He was forced to trust them. 
Kyle had never been in a situation like this before, and strangely, 
he found the sensation devastatingly erotic.

They wound through some short hallways and a couple more doors before 
entering a large room that looked like it might be the dressing room 
of a health spa. The floor was tiled, as was the wall up to about 
four feet. There were a number of lockers along one wall with a 
couple of long wooden benches in front of them. A couple of massage 
tables were located in middle of the room and Kyle could see a large 
arch leading into a room with some showers. A hot tub was located 
near the arch, its jets silent as it quietly awaited its next patrons.

"Hop up here," Jennifer said, gesturing to the nearest massage table. 
"Now lay down on your stomach and... oops! There's something in the 
way, isn't there, baby."

The girls both laughed naughtily and Kyle's face turned red. Jennifer 
shamelessly took Kyle's erect member in her hand and pointed it up 
toward his navel so it would no longer present an obstruction to 
laying on his stomach.

"There you go. It'll soften up once you relax and it won't be a 
problem anymore."

"I'll bet it doesn't stay soft once we flip him over," Stacy said, 
giggling.

"Yeah, no shit," Jennifer laughed. "He's the horniest toad we've had 
in here in several weeks!"

Jennifer began massaging the tense muscles in Kyle's back and 
shoulders, allowing him to watch as Stacy slithered out of her red 
satin dress. She was wearing matching black lace panties and bra. 
After hanging her dress in one of the lockers, Stacy dimmed the 
lights before coming over to assist Jennifer with the massage.

"I'm afraid I may have some disappointing news, Kyle," Jennifer said, 
as she continued massaging his back. All the other girls on our staff 
have other clients tonight, so you will have put up with me and Stacy 
tonight. I'm afraid we have you all to ourselves. Of course I never 
promised you would have more girls, I only said there might be more. 
Can you live with that?"

"Emmm hmmm," Kyle moaned softly. "Yes, oh yes. This is so wonderful."

Stacy climbed onto the table and sat on Kyle's shoulders while she 
massaged his scalp and temples.

"There is one thing you might like though," Stacy said. "Jennifer and 
I don't have any other gigs tonight so we can go all night if you 
want."

"And that will cost me...?" Kyle asked in a matter-of-fact, almost 
listless voice. He was becoming very relaxed now.

"Oh let's see," Stacy mused, reflectively, "at two-fifty an hour, 
eight hours would come to two grand. You'll owe us another fifteen 
hundred; or, after two hours, you can put your clothes on and we'll 
take you back to your car. That was the original deal, right? You can 
think about it, Kyle. There's no hurry."

Stacy climbed down from Kyle's shoulders and began massaging his 
neck, shoulders, and scalp with an electric vibrator that she 
strapped onto her hand. Meanwhile Jennifer produced a large 
professional massage vibrator, one that had to be held with both 
hands. She  plugged it into a wall socket and began applying it to 
Kyle's back, buttocks, and legs. They kept this up for about an hour, 
but Kyle was so mesmerized that he practically lost all perception of 
time. His body felt like a quivering, amorphus mass of jelly, free of 
all restraints of the physical world. He felt as though he were 
suspended weightless, in a fog of erotic bliss and tranquility. 
Glimpses of Jennifer's firm, muscular, full-figured body in her 
golden tights with the shimmering sequins and Stacy's tall, lithe 
figure in her black lace panties and bra dominated his senses. All 
his workaday worries and inhibitions flowed away as he allowed the 
warm sensuality of his beautiful masseuses to permeate his body and 
his mind.

The girls finally turned off the electric vibrators and began using 
their hands on him again. Kyle felt like he was suspended in a cloud 
above the floor. He had never been this relaxed in his life. Jennifer 
massaged his inner thighs and gently began massaging his crotch near 
the base of his scrotum. She took his sack in her hands and gently 
squeezed it. Kyle reflexively spread his legs a little in response.

"Ooh, you liked that, didn't you, baby." "Do you like to have your 
balls messed with, hmmm?"

"Oh yes, yes," he gasped, in a mesmerized whisper.

Jennifer took his cords between her thumbs and forefingers, gently 
kneading them as she worked her way down to his testicles. Massaging 
and kneading his testicles with her practiced fingers, she would 
occasionally squeeze or pinch just hard enough to send a shiver of 
queasy ecstasy through Kyle.

"Did you know that a good nut massage is the most relaxing thing you 
can do to a man?" Jennifer cooed to him in a soft seductive voice. 
"But you've really got to trust the woman because she has you by the 
balls, like I have you now, and you don't even know me!" Jennifer 
emitted a little giggle that was really a series of short excited 
squeaks.

"Did you know that some men can't stand to be touched down there?" 
she continued. "And that's such a shame, because it feels so good. 
I'm glad you don't have that problem. You say you're glad too?" 
Jennifer giggled and Kyle only moaned with intoxicated contentment.

"Oh, Kyle's two hours are almost up," Stacy interrupted. I'd better 
go get his clothes."

"No, no," Kyle moaned. "I want to go all night. It's okay, I'll pay; 
I'll pay."

Jennifer cupped Kyle's testicles in her palms and squeezed gently. 
"Oh, him's such a happy boy, him don't want to stop!"

"That's great, Kyle," Stacy replied. "I'm glad you decided to stay 
and play with us, but I'll need you to sign something first." She 
placed some kind of form, attached to a clipboard, on the table near 
his head.

A look of groggy surprise crossed Kyle's face as he propped himself 
up on one elbow and tried to focus on the form.

"Don't worry," Stacy assured him. "It's just a disclaimer. It's 
standard procedure with businesses like ours. Everything we do is 
consensual, but we have to protect ourselves."

Kyle hesitated for a moment, then visions of all the sensuous 
pleasures these girls might have in store for him tonight overwhelmed 
his judgement. This was the most erotic and sexually provocative 
experience he had had in years, perhaps in his whole life. He wasn't 
about to get up and walk out. He reached for the pen Stacy offered 
him and signed where she indicated. The form was mostly a blur in his 
field of vision. He couldn't keep his eyes off Stacy's beautiful 
thighs and midriff, and those tight black lace panties outlining the 
altar of her womanhood.

"That's a sweetheart," Stacy said as she put away the clipboard. "I 
have some good news for you now. Just like we have a two hour 
minimum, we have an eight hour maximum. Any time you spend over eight 
hours is on the house."

"That means," said Jennifer, "that if we wear ourselves out tonight 
and we all wake up in bed together tomorrow afternoon, there's no 
extra charge."

"And the way things are going," Stacy added, "that's a very real 
possibility!"

An expression of pure delight came across Kyle's face. How could he 
have been so lucky as to stumble into something like this? He gave a 
deep sigh and totally relaxed once more.

"I've got something I want to try on you," Stacy said, showing Kyle 
an object in her hand; "it's an anal probe vibrator."

"Ah, I'm not really anal," he mumbled, looking a little embarrassed.

"I know, but I just want to try this," she said. "This little probe 
isn't much larger than a pencil, but I think you'll like the way it 
feels. If it starts to hurt, or you just don't like it, I'll stop, 
okay?"

Kyle gave a sigh of resignation as he acquiesced to Stacy's wishes.

"Kyle, I think I told you earlier that you were a very inhibited 
boy," Jennifer said, as she began  massaging his testicles once more. 
"You've got to loosen up and play a little. You'll find that we may 
push your limits just a little, but that's where the fun is; out on 
the edge, away from the boring middle. Trust us, Kyle; we're experts. 
Just put yourself in our hands and we'll take you to paradise if you 
will let us."

Stacy squirted some lubricant out of a tube onto her fingers and then 
onto the probe. She very cautiously began to flick her finger into 
the crack between Kyle's buttocks and finally she began playing her 
lubricated finger around his rectal opening. Probing very shallowly 
at first, then gradually deeper, she gently pressed her finger 
against the resistance of Kyle's tight sphincter, gently massaging 
him in circular motion. All the while, Jennifer continued massaging 
his testicles and cords. Suddenly Kyle emitted a gasp of mesmerized 
surrender and Stacy's finger slipped past his relaxed sphincter and 
into his bowel.

Kyle never noticed when Stacy exchanged her finger with the probe. 
She continued gently massaging him in a circular motion pressing ever 
more firmly against his prostate gland as she did so. Kyle emitted a 
gasp of pure ecstasy when Stacy switched on the vibrator.

The pleasurable sensations running through Kyle were subtle, but 
steadily building, driving his mind into a state of blissful 
suspension. His thoughts were fixed on beauty and tenderness of his 
two  masseuses, and the giddy, helpless sensation emanating from his 
rectum and testicles. He had never felt anything like this before, 
and even in his twenty five years of married life he had never been 
so turned on sexually.

After several minutes of this ecstasy, his body began to tremble and 
he began to babble incoherent nonsense and he looked like he was 
having a convulsion. He quivered and jerked and babbled for well over 
a minute before these sensations began to settle down. Stacy switched 
off the vibrator and removed it from Kyle's rectum.

"See there, that wasn't so bad, was it?" she said, as she wiped his 
crack with a damp cloth.

Kyle only gasped and panted.

"You just had a prostate orgasm," she continued. "I'll bet you never 
had one of those before."

"N... no," Kyle mumbled weakly, "I didn't even know you could have 
such a thing."

"Well, we can't," Stacy giggled. "Girls don't have prostate glands."

"Yeah, and I'm jealous!" Jennifer exclaimed facetiously, giving his 
balls one last squish before releasing them. "Come on; time for you 
to turn over. We haven't even started on the front side yet."

Kyle turned over and laid on his back and the girls began playing 
their fingers teasingly over his chest, stomach and thighs. Kyle's 
member was only turgid now, not erect. He felt very strange. He had 
just had an orgasm and didn't even cum. Hell, he hadn't even been 
erect! How could this be?

"You work out a lot, don't you, Kyle?" Stacy remarked as she explored 
his pecs and abs. "You're in pretty good shape for an older guy."

Jennifer saw Kyle wince slightly at Stacy's comment.

"Stacy, that wasn't a nice thing to say," she admonished. "I kind of 
like mature men myself. "

"Well, I didn't say I didn't like older guys. I meant it for a 
complement. So many guys over forty just let themselves go. He does 
have a cute little tummy though."

Both girls giggled.  In spite of Kyle's frequent workouts and diet, 
he couldn't completely get rid of that little tummy; his age was 
taking its toll.

For the next several minutes the girls worked Kyle over with the big 
electric vibrators. Kyle loved laying on his back because he could 
maintain a better view of his beautiful masseuses. Also, his penis 
was no longer pinned beneath him. It alternated between turgid and 
erect as the girls massaged him.

Putting away the vibrators, the girls began teasing and pinching his 
nipples, then slowly worked their way down to his crotch. They 
playfully tugged at the sensitive skin around the base of his penis 
and scrotum, pinching it between their fingernails causing a mild, 
prickly "ouch!" sensation. Soon all seven inches of him was rock hard 
and ready to burst.

"Oooho, I love my job!" Stacy exclaimed as she played her fingers 
over Kyle's erect cock.

She pressed it between her thumb and forefinger, lightly massaging 
the area just below the glans. Jennifer's fingers followed Stacy's 
and both girls now gripped Kyle's cock, gently kneading and stroking 
it. Both girls put their faces down near his cock and eyed it 
hungrily. They moistened their lips with their tongues, outlining 
their mouths in a circular motion as though they could go down on him 
at any moment. It looked as though there might even be a competition 
between the girls as to who would get to take him in her mouth first. 
Kyle's jaws and lips began to quiver and it appeared that his orgasm 
was eminent.

"I'll bet we could we could give him five or six good pumps right now 
and he would spot the ceiling," Jennifer remarked, in sexy whisper. 
She turned toward Stacy, their noses almost touching. "Do we want to 
let him do it now?"

"Hmmm," Stacy mused. "I don't know, Jen... Maybe...?  No, why don't 
we play a little more first and get him REALLY excited!"

Jennifer giggled. "It works for me!"

The girls immediately released their grip on Kyle's penis. The 
expression on Kyle's face betrayed his frustration. Stacy's long 
black hair briefly brushed against Kyle's bursting member as she got 
up, almost causing him to lose his load.

Jennifer looked down at Kyle with an expression that was halfway 
between amusement and sympathy. "Poor baby, him wanted to cum, didn't 
he?"

"Awe," Stacy said, "we don't want to tease you too much, but it's 
only nine o' clock and we have time to do lots of fun stuff yet!"

Still looking down at Kyle, Jennifer placed her thumb under the hem 
of her tights and ran it along her crotch. "Have you noticed anything 
special about me, Kyle? Hmmm?

"W... well, I don't know. You're very beautiful. I noticed that."

"You haven't noticed that I'm shaved? Look!" She pulled back the 
material in the crotch of her tights enough to show Kyle that she was 
smooth and hairless.

"Me too!" Stacy exclaimed, pulling aside the crotch of her black lace 
panties. "Not a hair on it!"

"Being hairless in a whole new sensation, Kyle," Jennifer said. "It 
makes you feel so sexy and sensitive. I wouldn't want to be any other 
way."

"But you know what's really neat, Kyle?" Stacy said. "It's when both 
partners are slick. You can't go at it too fast or you'll rub 
yourselves raw. You have to take it very slow and easy. It forces you 
to slow down and enjoy every inch of every thrust. It'll make you 
want to cum so badly that you think you'll go crazy. Then when you 
finally cum, you just about pass out. In fact, I have passed out a 
couple of times."

"Kyle, have you ever thought about getting shaved?" Jennifer asked, 
smiling down at him enthusiastically.

"N... no, now wait a minute, I'm not into anything like that."

Jennifer giggled. "It's like I told you before, you're an inhibited 
boy, Kyle. You don't know what you're missing. We could fix you up in 
just a few minutes, make you slick as a mole!"

"Oh please, Kyle, do it, do it!" Stacy begged, jumping up and down 
like a kid.

"W... well, what would I do in public places like the locker room at 
the club or if I went to the doctor or something? What would I say?"

"I know of at least three guys at the club who are slick," Stacy 
replied. "They just throw a towel around themselves when they come 
out of the shower and no one notices. And if someone does notice, so 
what? Just tell them it's for your girlfriend and it makes sex a lot 
better. They'll be jealous then, Kyle."

"And you'd be telling the truth too," Jennifer added. "It really does 
make sex better."

"Well, what about the doctor's office?" Kyle asked, his voice still 
full of apprehension.

"Same thing," Stacy said. "Tell him you did it to improve your sex 
life, but he probably won't even ask. It's not as uncommon as you 
think, Kyle."

"You really are an inhibited boy, Kyle," Jennifer said, giggling.

"Well, what about girlfriends? What would I tell her?"

"I didn't think you had a girlfriend, Kyle. And if you do, you're 
really cheating on her tonight, aren't you?"

"N... no, I don't have a girlfriend and I'm not cheating, but I can 
have a girlfriend any time I want. So what would I tell her when she 
saw that I - you know - didn't have any hair down there?"

Stacy laughed. "Kyle, it'll grow back in a few weeks if you don't 
like it. Besides, who do you think will be more fun to play with, 
some sexually inhibited girlfriend, or us? Huh?"

"And we can come out and play every week if you like," Jennifer added.

"Well, I don't know. This is crazy!"

"And crazy is where the fun's at!" Jennifer bubbled enthusiastically. 
Both girls smiled broadly as they saw Kyle's resolve begin to weaken.

"Think of it like this, Kyle," Stacy reasoned, "it's just one of 
those wild, crazy things a guy has to do once in a while to make life 
more exciting. It's a little like some soldiers or sailors getting 
drunk and going down a getting a tattoo."

"And don't forget," said Jennifer, "this just goes away if you get 
tired of it. It's no different than shaving a beard, and certainly no 
more unnatural."

Stacy and Jennifer began fondling Kyle's thick bush, uncoiling the 
curls and tugging on them.

"Think about it, Kyle," Stacy said. "We are!"

Kyle's erection, which had all but disappeared during their 
conversation, had now returned in full glory. Whoever these girls 
were, they sure as hell knew what they were doing. In spite of his 
inhibitions and reservations, he was hornier than he had ever been in 
his life!

"Okay," he said, uneasily, "you win. I'll go along with it."

The girls' faces lit up and they squealed with sheer delight.

"This is going to be fun!" Stacy exclaimed. "I'll go get the stuff."

Jennifer bent over quickly and kissed Kyle right on the head of his 
penis, which was dripping with pre-cum.

"Emmm," she said, swishing her tongue around inside her mouth, "that 
tastes good! I'm going to have to go back for more of that a little 
later."

"You'll have to save some for me," Stacy said, lightheartedly as she  
returned with a kit box containing a set of electric hair clippers 
and a few other tools.

"I don't think you need to worry," Jennifer replied. "I'll bet this 
boy has at least two loads in him, probably more."

Jennifer pulled Kyle's arms over his head started attaching some 
nylon wrist straps.

"Hey, w... wait. W... what's this for?"

"Kyle, Kyle, you inhibited boy! You're about to have the experience 
of your life and you're worried about details. Details are our job, 
Kyle. We're professionals, remember? So just relax and enjoy your 
experience."

"A little light bondage really makes this scene click," Stacy said, 
chuckling as she fastened straps on Kyle's legs. "It'll really be 
fun; you'll see."

"Light... bondage?" Kyle asked. He was too confused and blinded by 
lustful anticipation to struggle. He just laid there stupidly and 
watched while Jennifer and Stacy securely strapped his arms and legs.

Stacy threw back her head and cackled. "Yes, Kyle, LIGHT bondage!"

"You haven't seen heavy bondage, baby," said Jennifer, "you know, 
suspension, mummification and that sort of thing, but don't worry, 
we're not going to do any of that."

"Actually, there's a good reason for this," Stacy said, as she 
secured Kyle's abdomen with an eight-inch wide strap. When we shave 
you we don't want you accidentally jerking around and getting cut."

Stacy passed the clippers to Jennifer who quickly removed Kyle's 
manly thicket. Stacy followed up with a small, hand-held vacuum to 
pick up the hair while Jennifer brought up a tray-cart with a pan of 
hot water and some wash cloths. She soaked Kyle's remaining stubble 
with a hot damp cloth before liberally applying shaving cream to his 
crotch.

"Well, Kyle," said Stacy, opening a straight razor with a six-inch 
blade, "this is it! We promised to make you slick as a mole, so here 
goes."

She noticed Kyle's expression of fear and apprehension as he eyed the 
long steel blade of the razor.

"Oh, don't worry," she chuckled. "I'm a licensed cosmetologist; I'm 
really good with one of these things. But you'll need to hold REAL 
still."

Kyle's legs were secured to a set of movable arms at the end of the 
table and  Jennifer cranked these out so Kyle's legs would be spread 
as widely as possible. The shave proceeded in almost complete 
silence, only occasionally interspersed by the girl's comments and 
giggles.

"Oooh, watch out!" said Jennifer. "Don't cut that off."

"I'm trying to be careful," Stacy replied. "I can't afford to get 
nervous here, unless you'd like a new coin purse."

Jennifer giggled.

Kyle was overwhelmed by a sense of fear, helplessness, and total 
surrender. These two beautiful girls, total strangers until tonight, 
now held his most priceless jewels in their hands. They could alter 
his identity and his destiny at a mere whim. "They are so beautiful!" 
he thought, as he lay there in mesmerized bliss. The realization that 
he was securely strapped to the table  impressed itself frighteningly 
on his muddled consciousness. He couldn't escape now, even if he 
wanted to, but why would he want to escape? He never knew fear and 
ecstasy could blend so nicely.

Finally, Stacy wiped the last residue from the razor and folded it, 
while Jennifer cleaned him up with a hot, damp wash cloth. Stacy 
cranked up the head of the adjustable massage table so Kyle could see 
her and Jennifer's handiwork.

Kyle gasped with astonishment as he looked down on his denuded 
crotch. He felt more naked than ever, more vulnerable, more helpless. 
The cosmetic effect of the transition was more shocking than he had 
anticipated. He felt now, too late, that he shouldn't have gone 
through with it. More of his identity was bound up in that little 
patch of woolly growth between his legs than he had previously 
thought possible. He had an intense moment of regret, and felt really 
stupid. However, his misgivings about what he had gotten himself into 
began to subside as he looked up into the smiling, satisfied faces of 
Stacy and Jennifer.

"My, you look different!" Stacy exclaimed, giggling.

"It's like we told you," said Jennifer, "you're slick as a mole."

The girls began gently fingering his newly bared flesh and pinching 
the soft skin near the base of his penis. They were looking down on 
him like they might look at a new puppy or a baby. The girls had 
themselves a new toy and they were delighted. Kyle's penis became so 
engorged with blood that it was almost painful. He was dying for 
release.

"Say, you girls can take these straps off now. The shave's all over."

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot," Stacy said, stepping back and smiling at 
him mischievously. She reached down and took hold of one of the 
buckles, then paused.

"But you know, you're kind of cute all trussed up like that. It's not 
every day that a girl gets to play with a man who is completely 
helpless; at least one that claims to be vanilla. I think we ought to 
play with you a little more and maybe let you shoot off a couple of 
times before we take off the straps. You won't mind that too much, 
will you?"

Kyle could only look up at her in mesmerized helplessness. He had 
given up resisting anything these girls suggested. But the thought of 
allowing him to shoot his semen was pure heaven. He had been brought 
to the brink so many times tonight he was about to burst.

Jennifer lifted one leg and rubbed her soft inner thigh against 
Kyle's denuded genitals.

"You know what I'm going to do to you? Hmmm?" she cooed. "Remember, 
back in the car, I told you I could draw the marrow out of your back 
bone...?"

"Jennifer, you can't do that!" Stacy admonished, teasingly. "That's 
against house rules. It's poor etiquette and bad customer relations."

"Awe, Stacy, I thought this one was kind of special. I don't think 
Madam Veronica would mind, do you?"

Well, probably not," Stacy replied. "And what about you, Kyle? Do you 
mind...? I didn't think so!

"Well, Jen, he's all yours."

Jennifer slid her leg off Kyle's genitals, walked up to the head of 
the massage table, and looked down on him with her big blue eyes, 
smiling.

"Kyle," she said, "do you know what PC muscles are?"

"Well, yeah...ah sort of," Kyle stammered. "They're up inside a 
girl... you know, between her legs..."

Jennifer started laughing. "Yeah, they're right here," she said, 
running her fingers inside the crotch of her tights. "I'd let you 
feel, but you're all tied up. Baby, these are the most powerful 
little PC muscles you'll ever feel in your life, and you're about to 
feel ‘em where it counts!. When I get that nice big cock of yours 
inside me you'll think it's clamped in a vice. Then I'll start 
milking you down, pulling out that marrow. The feeling will start in 
your lower back and start working its way up your spine." "Finally," 
she said, placing her fingers on the back of his neck," it'll get 
right here. It'll feel just like your brains are running out of you 
head, into your backbone, and out through your cock and into me. 
That's what you'll feel just before you pass out!"

"And when you wake up," Stacy said, "it'll be my turn!"

Jennifer eyed Kyle hungrily and started slipping out of her tights. 
She dropped her right shoulder strap and pulled her arm out, exposing 
a beautiful round grapefruit-sized breast in the process. Just as she 
started to drop the left shoulder strap they heard footsteps 
approaching from the darkened end of the room, heels clicking loudly 
on the hard tile floor.



[Concluded in Part Two]