Chapter 234 - 2 - Training the Workforce

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 nȧkėd 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 ȧss 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 bȧrėly concentrate on getting my work done. I'm pretty sure Mark is going to get nȧkėd 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 fuċkėd 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... fuċk, 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 pȧntɨės 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 undėrwėȧr." I snatched up the dirty bra and threw it in the closet.

"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 ȧssuming 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, ȧsses, 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 brɨėfs, and now they're off too! Holy shit! Mark is nȧkėd 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 ċȯċk. 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 nȧkėd. 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 pȧntɨės 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 ȧss crack. Jesus that felt awesome!

"Nice?" he asked.

"Mmmmhmmm," I mȯȧnėd.

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

"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 ȧsshole 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 vȧġɨnȧ lips. Ohhhhh! That's new. I could feel my nervousness slipping away already, being replaced by little ŀusty tinglings. Unfortunately, Mark took the towel away too soon.

"Don't look at it, just ȧssume 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... buŧŧ... legs...back and forth... not fast, but swift... gentle... all over... glance over their buŧŧ 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 ċȯċk! Jesus, his fingers danced everywhere! And when they grazed my hole, God I never thought of my ȧsshole as being a sėxy part, but WOW! And he skimmed my pussƴ 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 bȧrėly 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 fuċkɨnġ 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 ȧss cheeks. Mmmm, squeeze them hard, yeah, you're not in a hurry, spend some time here. I like your ȧss, 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 ȧsshole. 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 buŧŧ and my kitty. "You'll feel the guy hard down here, it's the base of his ċȯċk. Nobody ever touches him down here, but you will. He'll love it."

I was losing my mind. My breath deepened. I am going to need to ċum at some point here, dammit. For fuċk's sake!

He ran (I think) his middle finger between my pussƴ lips a little. Then he came back and pressed into my buŧŧ just a tiny bit. I never liked buŧŧ play before, but this way, his style, well I loved it.

"Okay honey," Mark continued in his low voice. "This is why we need to get a professional table. Now just hold still."

Mark squirted more oil on my back and buns, then he climbed on the bed with me, Holy shit! He crawled on top of me, and I felt his hot, rock hard ċȯċk slip between my buŧŧ cheeks. He settled his weight on top of me. His ċȯċk felt much bigger than it looked a few minutes ago.

"I should say, by this point you should be nȧkėd, then you can drag your big tɨts... oh, uh, sorry to be vulgar. I know some girls don't like the word 'tits', ya know."

"Iss fine," was all I could manage to say. "They are pretty big!"

"They're fantastic. So I can't really show you how, but rub your tɨts all over his back, kinda like this. Mmmmm. Yessss. Please excuse my ċȯċk on your ȧss. Also, you want to talk to him. Be cute, be funny, be sėxy, be silly! Have fun with this. Then rub your tɨts along his ȧss. Grab one and shove it between his ȧss cheeks. He'll probably rise up, yeah like that, to give you better access. Rub your nɨppŀė on his ȧss hole if you can. Then come back and rub your pussƴ on his buŧŧ cheeks, and on his tailbone, right here."

Then Mark sat up on his haunches, so all the weight was on my buŧŧ. I liked the compression feeling. And my pussƴ was going wild. Every nerve down there was just aching to be touched, and they fired pŀėȧsurė bursts when they were.

"From here," Mark continued. "You can rub his shoulders, his neck, like this. His back, his arms, so he's kind of getting a professional-like massage, but all the while you'll be rubbing your ċŀɨt into his tailbone."

"Ohhh that feels good on my neck!"

"Yes, you're very tense. So make up some bullshit about chokras, or auras, or something. 'I'm taking away all the stress in your body'. Shit like that. Then, do a one-eighty, like this... and now you're still sitting on his ȧss but massaging his calves and thɨġhs. Go freestyle, too. Feel free to rub your tɨts and pussƴ all over him. Trust me, He'll be trying to turn over at this point. You'll have to keep him down!"

The massage went on, and on, and I went higher and higher into heaven. My pussƴ got hotter and hotter, Then he slid off back to a standing position, but kept his hands on me. Nice touch. His hand went right to my crack, and unabashedly rubbed my ȧsshole and my pussƴ lips. He rested his thumb on my ȧss, and then slipped his middle finger between my pussƴ lips. I lifted my hɨps and ġrȯȧnėd.

"Well, since you don't have a ċȯċk, I'm doing this. But you'll be stroking him at this point. It's a little awkward position, but it's unusual, too, and will seriously get him fired up."

"Do this for awhile, and we're about at the 30 minute mark. Now's the time to turn over. But first, we want to wipe him down with some hot towels. This way he won't make your linens all oily. So, keep a hand on him, or keep your legs against his feet or something, and wipe him down."

"Then, ask him to turn over. This is called 'The Flip'. The important thing here is NOT to lose the momentum. You'll have some older guys, where boners are more difficult to come by and easy to lose. I would suggest you immediately press your tɨts into his face so he can enjoy himself for a while. Simultaneously, grab the oil and drizzle his ċȯċk with it. Then you can start stroking him, while he's still suċkɨnġ your tɨts."

"Okay, Patience, Turn over."

I struggled with that as I was so relaxed. But upon turning over I could see his engorged ċȯċk, it's head glistening in the dying light of the evening. Normally, I get somewhat self-conscious about my body at this point, am I too fat, does my stomach look big, did I shave? But I didn't give a shit about any of that right now, I just hoped he would touch me.

He slid a pillow under my neck, very important, he said. Guys want to see what's going on. I get it, I wanted to see, also!

Instead of sticking his tɨts in my face, because, he's a guy, duh, he leaned down and kissed my neck. Gentle kisses, little bit of tongue, but so very nice. I felt a little oil spread on my lower area. Then his hand lightly rubbed all over my pussƴ lips. He pressed each leg, encouraging me to open them wide.

He lowered his head to my right nɨppŀė.

"Good God!" Mark exclaimed. "Your nɨppŀės are fuċkɨnġ awesome!"

I laughed. "Yeah, my Ex used to call them 'Power Nipples' cuz they would get so hard, like now."

Mark engulfed my nɨppŀė in his wet mouth, while also sliding a finger between my lips. Oh god, finally! He pressed further, slipping his finger up and inside my pussƴ now. I don't know if it was me or the oil, but everything was SO slick!

"Jesus, it's like a furnace in here!" Mark seemed pleased. He slid another finger or two inside me.

"Please!" I begged in a semi whisper. "Please let me ċum!" My nɨppŀės felt like they were on fire.

He curled his fingers upwards a bit, hitting my G-spot.

"Yes!" I cried. It was like bells going off in my head and pussƴ.

Mark quickly stroked his hand in and out, being sure to tickle my spot each time.

I felt the wave coming. It was approaching, and I had to ride it. He stroked my ċunt and worked over my nɨppŀė with his mouth. I panted and gripped the bed cover, as my hɨps bucked of their own accord.

Mark released my nɨppŀė and came up to kiss me. It was so unexpected, and so welcome, our tongues connected and the wave crashed!

I clamped my legs together on Mark's fist, further pressuring my ċunt. Electric shocks emanated from my ċunt and spasmed throughout my whole body. The wave kept crashing. Mark still jerked his hand back and forth, only slightly as my legs trapped his hand. But it was enough, I screamed and mȯȧnėd and threw out a couple hundred "Oh-my-gods" as my ȯrġȧsm continued to wrack my body.

Mark's other hand molested my tɨts since he couldn't kiss me anymore. You can't kiss a bucking bronco! Finally, the waves receded back out to sea, and I landed back on Earth.

I opened my eyes to see Mark smiling and chuckling a little bit.

"Been a while for ya, huh?"

"Yeah, been awhile since anything this good!" And it had been. Too long.

"Check it out," Mark said as he showed me his watch. "Right at the 35 minute mark. Which is where you want to be. Now everyone's relaxed, you can rub him more, maybe he'll want to leave, maybe he can ċum again or he'll just want to hang with you. You don't want to rush him out at all, but if he wants to go, there's no refunds for time not taken."

"I understand, but what about you, Mark? Shouldn't we do something about you?"

"Well, yes you should! Come on up and show me what you've got!"

Mark helped me up, which wasn't as easy at all since my legs were like jelly sandwiches. He lay down, face up, with that nice big ċȯċk pointing up at me.

"I uh," he said sheepishly. "I need some release real quick, you know?"

I told him yes, I did know. I found the bottle of oil and dripped it on his ċȯċk and balls. With both hands, I rubbed him all over, even reaching down and touching his buŧŧ. He seemed to like that. And what else? Oh yeah, I'm supposed to let him suck my tɨts.

He seemed to love it as I dangled my brėȧsts across his face, trying to catch a nɨppŀė in his mouth. I teased him by pulling away at the last moment for a minute or so. Finally I let him latch on as my right hand gripped his slippery ċȯċk.

"Yesss", he whispered.

I remembered he told me to be cute, be funny, just talk. I didn't know what to say, so I just spoke almost randomly.

"You like my tɨts baby? I think you do... those nɨppŀės are just for you... I got so hot, you made me so hot baby... I want you to fuċk me baby..."

He couldn't respond as he suċkėd on my tit, but as the words "I want you to fuċk me" came out I could feel him tense up, then his ċȯċk began to throb.

I whispered more to him. "Give me your ċum, baby. Here honey, shoot it on my tɨts. give it to me."

I moved down and smothered his ċȯċk in my oily tɨts. I pressed down hard and I could feel his ċȯċk pulsing as he shot out jet after of super-heated spėrm.

Mark called out quietly, trying to keep his voice down. "Oh fuċk! Oh yes, Oh yes"

After he stopped ċummɨnġ, I rose up for him to admire his handiwork. My tɨts shone with ċum, great gobs of it here and there.

I lifted my left nɨppŀė to my mouth, and licked it clean of ċum. Then I did the right one. He seemed to like that.

"You're going to do just fine, sweetheart!" Mark seemed very proud.

He pulled me down on top of him, and we kissed deeply as my dirty tɨts smashed into his ċhėst.