The New Economy – Chapter 2: Training the Workforce

Lesbian story: The New Economy – Chapter 2: Training the Workforce

by Mojavejoe420

I texted Mark on Wednesday.

Me: Let’s do it

Mark: Great! what time do you get out thurs?

Me: 430. I can prolly b ready by 530.

Mark: I’ll see you then shoot me an address

As I lay there naked on the waxing table, the little Chinese gal slathered the wax around my pubes. This should be fun, I thought to myself. I’ve shaved, but never waxed. I heard it was painful, I mean they just JESUS CHRIST OUCH! BRAZILIAN MOTHERFUCKERS!

I panted like a woman giving birth, trying to blow off the pain. Tears ran down my face, into my hair. Good God that hurts!. And then, of course, that was just the front. Now gotta do the ass also. I won’t bore you with the details, but holy shit this is much less fun than I thought it would be!

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Thursday. My thoughts whirled around me and I could barely concentrate on getting my work done. I’m pretty sure Mark is going to get naked and I’ll have to jerk him off. I mean, he’s old and shit! I think 50? He looks pretty good though. Most everyone here has a gut, some pretty big. He looks trim, has hair with a little gray in it. He actually looks younger than the 40 year old guys in the office. I’ll admit it, I got a little turned on at the thought of it.

Time is a weird thing. 5:30 couldn’t get here soon enough, and yet simultaneously I dreaded Mark’s arrival. How fucked up is that? What’s he gonna make me do? How’s this going to play out? He did say he likes my rack, maybe he’s into me? But he’s married, but that’s why he does this… fuck, my brain won’t shut up!

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5:45 and the doorbell rang. I sighed and opened it, and invited Mark in. He had a paper bag with him.

“Hey sweetie! You look nice, ready to go? Show me around the place.”

“Yeah,” I responded, nervously. I was just wearing a robe, with the only matching bra and panties I owned. “Well this is the living room. Also it’s the family room, office, and sports bar. Kitchen, excuse the mess. And the bedroom is back here. Again, yeah, little messy. Bathroom, oops, just old underwear.” I snatched up the dirty bra and threw it in the closet.

Mark led me back to the kitchen. He pulled out two airline bottles of Fireball, that cinnamon whiskey. And two tall Bud Lights.

“Okay. First, let’s down these two puppies.”

“Uh,” I started. “I don’t really like Fireball. Too sweet.”

He looked at me, then held it out for me. “Right. Down the hatch!”

“Alright” he continued. “Second. We’ve gotta clean this place up. Too much clutter. Doesn’t have to be perfect, but it’s gotta be fairly neat. Third, I’m thinking the massage table could fit here if we move this table a little bit. Let’s get it darker in here, yeah, pretty good. You want it dark. They’ll look better and so will you.”

“You need a place for them to lay down the money,” he continued. “You do that first and foremost. Nothing happens till then. Do NOT discuss what you will do until AFTER the donation has been laid down.”

“Now, I need a shower. Just a quick rinse. I’m assuming you had one already? Good. You need to be soft, smooth, and clean at all times. But no perfumes, remember these guys are going home to momma after this. So I’ll need a towel, then we’ll start in the bedroom. Smooth out the bed and lay a couple towels across the foot of your bed.”

Great, I thought. He’s insulted my apartment already, told me this and ordered that… but it’s kind of okay, I guess. He seems to know what he’s talking about.

I started to find the towels, and he started taking off his shirt! Right there in front of me!

“Oh!” I exclaimed. “I’ll, uh, give you some privacy!”

“No, sweetie,” Mark said. “Don’t ever let these guys be alone in your house. Don’t give them any opportunities to do anything. This is good for you too… eyeball them, make sure they don’t have any skin diseases or whatever. If they do, keep a twenty and give them the rest of their money back. They should also shower, all of them. They’ll have been working all day. And you don’t want any, uh, ‘remnants’ if you know what I mean. You’re going to be playing with their, um, asses, ya know.”

Mark continued to strip. Shirt and t-shirt off. Wow! Not bad at all. Got some definition going there. Slacks off, black boxer briefs, and now they’re off too! Holy shit! Mark is naked in my bedroom!

“You’ll need a little stool or something so the guys have a place to pile their stuff. A hook might be nice, too. Hey, eyes up here! I’m talking to you!”

He caught me looking at his cock. I couldn’t help it! It was a nice one! A few inches, not too much hair.

“So I have to shave down,” I said. “To the point of extreme pain, and you can be all hairy?”

Mark laughed. “Yeah I know, double standard. Most guys will not be shaved, sorry. Get me a towel?”

He stepped into the shower. “You’ll need to get unscented body wash. And those scrunchy things to wash with.”

“You mean a loofah?”

“Yeah, those nylon ones. You need a new one every time. Leave the tag on so they know it’s new. They’re only a buck or so.”

He stepped out and dried off. “At this point, you’ll lead them to the table and have them lie down, face down. Of course you’ll have the table set up already with fresh linens and towels. But today, I’m going to give you a demo, so you’ll be laying down on the bed face down. No, not like that sweetie. You’ll have to undress.”

I just looked at him. I froze. I wasn’t expecting to get naked. I mean, I guessed it might happen, but later. Much later. Not now!

I told him to hold on a second, and I walked to the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of my cheapo boxed chardonnay and gulped it down. Wow. With the Fireball and now this glass, I felt a little flush. Okay, let’s be a big girl, you can do this.

“Sorry,” I offered. “Just took me by surprise! I’m all good now. Okay. Here we go.”

But I still just stood there. Mark came up to me, and he cradled my face in his hands.

“You can do this,” he whispered. “You’re gorgeous, with a hot body!”

“No! I’m fat” I almost cried.

“You’re voluptuous. Shapely. A woman with curves. I like curves. Here, I’ll get you started.”

He reached down and undid my robe, slipped it off my shoulders. I can see why he said it should be dark in here. I wanted it darker!

He spun me around halfway and undid my bra. Three hooks. It’s kind of industrial strength. He slipped my panties down, and still stayed behind me. He motioned for me to lay down. He still hadn’t really ‘seen’ me yet, I guess he was sparing my feelings. I was grateful.

“I’ll be right back.” He went in the bathroom and ran the water for a minute or so.

“Okay, even after they shower, you’ll start with this. A small to medium sized hot towel. Now, spread your legs, more, more, more! That’s it! Don’t worry, the guys will automatically spread theirs.”

Then he placed that rolled up hot towel right on my ass crack. Jesus that felt awesome!

“Nice?” he asked.

“Mmmmhmmm,” I moaned.

He pushed on the towel, and rubbed it up and down on my asshole.

“This feels fantastic to the guys. Plus, it does two things. First, it lets them know that they made the right choice in coming to see you! They’re getting their asshole played within the first minute! They’ll be into it. And second, it gives you one last chance at cleaning them up real good in case they missed anything. You are going to spend some time down here, and you don’t want any, uh, surprises.”

Good, I thought. I was concerned about that as I know lots of guys are pigs and not so conscientious with their hygiene.

“Get the balls, too,” Mark stated. “They’ll love it. You don’t have any, but… yeah, right there. You can ask them, ‘Is this okay?’ they’ll obviously say yes.”

Oh my. Hot towel on my vagina lips. Ohhhhh! That’s new. I could feel my nervousness slipping away already, being replaced by little lusty tinglings. Unfortunately, Mark took the towel away too soon.

“Don’t look at it, just assume you did a good job. Toss it aside, you’ll need a basket for that, too. Now, here’s my favorite tactic, I think you’ll like it. With your fingertips, and just almost no pressure, like this, just grazing your hands all over his body. You’re not racing, but you’re covering a lot of ground… very lightly… arms… back… butt… legs…back and forth… not fast, but swift… gentle… all over… glance over their butt hole… tickle the balls, or in your case, the lips… how we doin’?”

How we doin’? Fucking amazing! Holy shit I was almost ready to twist over and grab his cock! Jesus, his fingers danced everywhere! And when they grazed my hole, God I never thought of my asshole as being a sexy part, but WOW! And he skimmed my pussy lips just ever so much, I thought I was about to float off the table.

“Patience? You still with me?”

I giggled. “Yeah boss. Holy shit, don’t stop!”

“Yeah, told ya you’d like it!”

He kept finger dancing on my backside for eternity, or maybe a couple more minutes. I couldn’t be sure.

“So do that for about five minutes. Oh yeah, you need a good clock that you can easily see without it being too obvious. You getting all this?”

I could barely speak. And then just a whisper. “I’m getting hot and bothered is what I’m getting.” And I was. Getting hot. And wet. And bothered. This guy is fucking good! He got me from nervous wreck to ready-to-fuck in five minutes? Could I ever be this good? I hoped so.

“Then start increasing the pressure somewhat, right as you come to the ass cheeks. Mmmm, squeeze them hard, yeah, you’re not in a hurry, spend some time here. I like your ass, by the way. Nice and juicy! Take one hand and get your squeeze bottle of oil. It’s important to try not to lose contact with him. Always be touching him if you can. Squirt some oil on him, yeah… and spread it around, squish those cheeks, and make sure you do this, too.”

Mark’s pinky finger slid deep in my crack, and he touched my asshole. It was so… intimate, having someone touch me in the most personal of places. His hands kept moving around down there, good God it felt nice.

“That’s the ‘taint’,” Mark whispered as he probed the area between my butt and my kitty. “You’ll feel the guy hard down here, it’s the base of his cock. Nobody ever touches him down here, but you will. He’ll love it.”