Message-ID: <2570eli$9708021225@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "powerguy@worldnet.att.net"@worldnet.att.net Subject: The Trim Kitty (Story) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19970801204652.AAA6065@default> This story is not one that I wrote, but rather was written by Compuserve Member 75507,3660 at least a year ago and posted in Fantasyland in Compuserve's HSX200 forum. I also have the second part and will post it if reader's are interested. E-mail me and let me know. It is a cute story about an entrepeneurial attempt at a new business. That's all I will say at this time.....just read and enjoy. OBTW, if you are younger than 18 and/or are offended by graphic sexual writings, then don't read this. You also shouldn't be in this newsgroup. THE TRIM KITTY So it was the big day. The first day open of my new shop, an out-rageous idea. My friends thought I was crazy. They admired my boldness, but thought I was nuts to spend the kind of money I did to ready the shop. I wasn't sure myself how it would go, but we all have to take a chance in life and this was to be mine! " The Trim Kitty". I'm not sure how I came up with the name, but for some reason it just seemed right. I knew what I wanted to do, but wasn't sure I could actually pull it off. A few small ads in the personal sections of the local papers were all I could afford after my equipment investments. I realized I could go down the tubes in very short order, so I was very nervous when the phone rang just after my advertised opening hour. "Do have an opening at 3pm ?",was what the sultry voice on the other end of the line asked. In a proffessional manner, I avoided the obvious pun. " Yes, 3 would be fine. " " Are you familiar with our range of services? " I asked. " I believe so. " " Great, and your name please? " " Susan " " OK Susan, see you at three! " ___________________________________________________________________________ Unbelievable, open 5 minutes, and already my first client. Maybe this would work after all! You see, I decided to open a shop with the intent of trimming and shaving womens privates! Outrageous? Yes! A voyeurs delite? Definitely!! Actually, I am quite qualified. In the 9 years I spent as a surgical technician, I have shaved literally hundreds, if not thousands of bodies, sometimes from head to toe, depending on the surgical procedure. While most of this experience was with men, I did have occassion to shave women from time to time as well. I figured if I could do the hairiest guy from head to toe, and clean every scrap of hair, without nicks, then the lighter hair of a women should be no problem. I had also practiced on my wife, both shaving and trimming. While she was not a fan of being shaved, trim sessions are a regular part of our routine. Being quite hirsute, she gives me plenty of practice! I just couln't be sure they would be enough demand in the real world to actually support me enough to make a living. The location I came across in a posh mall, was I thought, perfect. On the very end, where the management had a hard time renting the space, one has to turn a corner to access my front door. Just around the corner, back towards the main part of the mall were a lingerie shop, a jewelery store, a beauty salon, and a women's shoe store. I suppose I couldn't pick a better grouping even in my fantasies. While I had spoken to an electrologist, and a woman who did both bikini waxes and nails, they were aware that it would be a couple of months before I could assure them that I could use their services. Their comments were most encouraging, however. At 11:15, as I was going over in my mind just how crazy I might be, the door opened. A head of vibrant red hair peeked around the frame, followed by a pair of the greenest eyes I have ever seen. " Hi, come on in, " " Oh, excuse me. Are you the salon for women? " she asked. Not being sure exactly what she meant, I told her to return back out toward the mall and look for the beauty salon, which she had obviously just passed. " Oh, thank you. " was her reply, and she slid back out the door. Perplexed, I thought for a few moments. As I began to rise from behind my desk the door reopened, and in came the same head of red hair, followed again by the green eyes. This time her face was the color of her hair however. The freckles I had not noticed before, stood out. " Please, I'm kind of embarressed, but is what my friend told me true? Do you actually trim women's, uh, mmmmm, uh, you know, down there..." Putting on my most businesslike face I replied that yes indeed, that was the nature of my shop. I asked if she would like to sit for a few moments with a brochure of our services. " Yes thank you " she replied as she shakily accepted the folder, and moved to sit on the couch in the waiting area. I sat back down and pretented for the most part to pay attention to my computer screen as I stole several glances in her direction. While she was mostly wrapped up in her coat, I surmised that she was about 5'5", and perhaps a tad on the heavy side. Her face was quite attractive, with a certain girlish look to what I estimated to be her forty years. The bright red lipstick and red heart shaped earings didn't detract from her lovely hair, but seemed to accent it. Most men I assume would look her way whenever she walked into a room, but she was not knock-out gorgeous. I would have guessed that childbearing may have taken a little away from what may have once been a stunning body. I never found out! I could see her gathering courage, and finally asked me about the price for a complete shave. She had never done it herself, and wanted to surprise her husband. She started to tell me that their sex life was getting a little dull and she thought this might spice it up. I assured her that it would at least capture his attention, but smiling, told her I couldn't promise anything else! I showed her to the dressing room, and went around into the "work" area. I had to admit to being somewhat aroused at the prosepct of my first actual customer, and determined to act cool and calm throughout the procedure. I readied the hot towels, shave cream, scissors, razor, and other accessories. She shortly came out of the dressing room, and I guided her to the exam table I had spent big bucks on. It was from a urology supply house, to the tune of $8ooo. I hoped it's cost would be justified by it's electric controls and it's professional appearance. As she scooted into position, I kind of avoided eye contact trying to think of the work ahead. I placed her legs into the stirrups and pulled my chair into position. I smiled, and she lay back and took a deep breath. Lifting the dressing gown I had provided, I nearly came as I peered at one of the lovliest pussies I had ever seen! I suddenly became very nervous. What had I gotten myself into? I wasn't sure I could retain my composure and take care of the job at hand without losing control. In my excitement I forgot all about the latex gloves I had planned to wear. Taking a slow deep breath, I began to work. As I figured, her mons was covered with a downy light red patch. Hoping to finish before I came in my underwear, I applied a hot damp towel to her vee. I spread a generous amount of shaving cream in my hand, lowered the towel a bit and applied the cream to the exposed area. Razor in hand, I began to remove her hair from the top, working my way lower and lower. Quiet all this time, a small moan escaped her throat when I lowered the towel further and exposed her love lips again. I know the process only took 20 minutes or so, but time seemed have nearly stopped. As I carefully slid the razor and scraped every last bit of hair from around her vulva, I became aware of her distending clit, and the distinct aroma of a woman aroused. As I knew I was nearly finished, I took my time, looking for any strays I may have missed. Satisfied,(though not in the way I might like), I placed another hot towel over her crotch. Her hands flew onto the towel, and with barely a few strokes, she shuddered from quick and deep orgasm, pressing her other hand onto firstone breast, then the other. I just sat there, partly in disbelief, partly in awe. Pushing the towel out of the way, she sunk two, then three fingers into her dripping pussy. Sliding the wetness back up onto her mound and clit, she began rubbing her engorged clit again, this time fully exposed to my gaze. She lifted her head, glanced at me, and said " sorry, I have to.. " " No problem " I said as I grabbed my fully hard cock through my pants. I was still stuck to my chair, unable to make a move. A few minutes later, the only sound in the room our ragged breathing, she began to come again. I had stopped stroking my cock through my pants, mostly out of fascination in watching her. Her hips lifted from the exam table and a lusty moan grew in intensity. I hadn't noticed, but she had slipped the gown over her breasts. Smallish in size, they were dominated by her nipples. Long and bright red in her arousal, they stood up like two small bullets as her fingernails flicked one, then the other in rapid succession. Shuddering with the power or her orgasm, I thought she'd leap off the table and held her legs in my hands, my face only inches from her pussy. I sat stunned. Rock hard but unable to move. Then she began to giggle. I couldn't help myself, and started to laugh as well. Soon we were both roaring, tears running down my face. " I have to be going, I have a massage at one o'clock " she stated. We held straight faces for a moment, and then began to laugh again. I held up the mirror I had nearby, and held it to her vee for her inspection. Smiling widely, she expressed her " total " satisfaction with my handiwork. " My husband will LOVE IT. " " And you can be sure that I will send some of my friends to your shop as well. I know several who appreciate your brand of special Attention! " I returned to the front of the shop, being sure to arrange my stiffness, lest there be someone who came in while we were otherwise occupied. I thought that I had better see to the soundproofing of my clinic area, something I had not anticipated. With a smile on my face, I sat at my desk thinking if I closed tomorrow, it would probably have been worth it, just to watch the redhead in action. As she came from the dressing room, she appeared rather composed and businesslike. I handed her a receipt for my services, telling her she could use MC or Visa or..... she handed me a $100 bill, and with a small smile and a slight raising of one eyebrow told me to keep the change. " And is it possible to make an appointment for next Friday .... "Smiling, I indicated that so far she was my first customer, and any time on Friday would be fine. As she went out the door, a tall blonde hesitated outside, but only for a moment. " Hello, my name is Susan. I know I'm early for my appointment, but could you possibly take me now? " Oh God, what have I gotten myself into!!!! THE END ___________________________________________________________________________ -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /